I Told Rachel

This post is for those of you who have commented and wanted to know if I have told Rachel about Betty over hearing my scolding or possible seeing my spanking. First, thank you for your comments. It is always nice to know people are reading and that there are folks like me out there in the world. Your comments and advice are appreciated. I can understand now more than ever why one of my favorite blogs has recently required commenter's to have a user name.

As I mentioned in my previous post while I was getting my disciplinary spanking I tried to tell Rachel that we might be visible but to no avail. At the time I wasn't sure if I was heard, if Rachel cared at that particular moment or what. So, the other night I brought the subject up to Rachel while we were in bed. To my surprise it didn't seem to bother her that she may have been heard scolding or even possible seen spanking me. This came as bit of a surprise since she usually takes precautions to make sure we are in a private situation. Although, recently Rachel had given me a spanking (fairly mild) while people were in the house. Anyway, she surprises me at times which makes it hard to figure her out.

Rachel's main comment was "well at least it was you (meaning me) that was being scolded and being placed OTK." She went on to state that she liked Betty and felt Betty was discreet and from what she knew about Betty that Betty wouldn't be all that shocked. She went on to say that Betty was probably proud of Rachel for being in charge and not taking any guff. I sat there and all I could think was Wow. When I brought up that Betty might have seen me kneeling and licking Rachel while she had her hand firmly in my hair guiding me, Rachel again said pretty matter-of-fact that better for Betty to have seen you kneeling and following my guidance than the other way around. With that she smiled and kind of chuckled. Again, I thought to myself Wow.

Later while I was laying in bed I thought of a conversation Betty, Rachel and I had quite sometime ago about her back neighbor. Betty doesn't particularly like him. Over the years I have had very little interaction with him but I can say none of it has left me with a good impression either. Betty mentioned that she had heard him more than once being verbally abusive to his wife and being a complete ass. She disapproved of his behavior and his lack of respect toward his wife, kids, and her. Betty went on to say something about he needed a good lesson one of these days or words to that effect. I didn't give it too much thought at the time, but now I know Betty has paddled kids in her charge and probably seen me spanked I wonder what she thinks. I also have an enhanced view of her and her standing. I have always been friendly and willing to help her and Patty, whether it is cleaning gutters, basic automobile assistance, computer assistance or fixing something around their house. When I look back over the years I realize that they have practically become family members and I treat them much like an aunt.

The Party

The past week has been fairly busy around the house. I have been a "good boy" keeping up with my chores and trying to help around the house as much as possible. Most importantly I am trying to maintain the "standards"that Rachel and I have agreed upon. "Standards" does not really refer to housework or chores. I have always been fairly helpful around the house and do my share, so that has never really been an issue. Of course when I say "my share" it is from my male perspective. In any event, to date we haven't really discussed using spanking for keeping me on track helping around the house.

It has been generally agreed upon that a disciplinary spanking will be utilized for adjusting poor attitude, grumpy behavior and inappropriate behavior. Inappropriate behavior includes things like losing my temper in the car and cursing. I hope to formalize this a bit more since I like to know what Rachel's expectations are. Surprisingly I find a certain level of comfort knowing I will be held accountable. Amazingly it was me that gravitated more toward disciplinary spankings as opposed to "fun" or role-play type of spankings. I think that partially has to do with how real a spanking feels to me. I will write a posting on that in the near future I think.

Anyway, this weekend we had a party at our home. Mostly family was here but some friends and neighbors attended. Most notable was my next door neighbors Betty and Patty. It has been about a week since I've seen Betty and I wasn't sure what to expect. Our last encounter was brief but it most certainly left me feeling that she knows I get spanked. If you read my previous postings you would know that I am pretty sure that Betty not only heard me get scolded and told I was going to get a spanking but that she may have actually witnessed some of my spanking though the window. Yikes!

The party was going quite well. Everyone was enjoying themselves chatting, eating and drinking. Eventually Betty and I ended up in a small circle which included my son and other neighbor Dave. My son is very smart and is doing tutoring work over the summer to make extra bucks. He is now in college. Betty was asking him about his growing tutoring enterprise and was offering to connect him to some local educational administrators. The conversation then drifted to Betty's long background in education. While she was reviewing the many jobs and positions she held it came out that she had been the local high school vice principle for many years. That is when my son complained about his former high school vice principle being to strict. The VP was known for taking iPods and cell phones etc as well as being kind of an unreasonable man and a jerk. That is when Betty smiled and started talking about how as the vice principle she was the main disciplinarian of the high school and that back in her day the paddle was used so kids have it pretty easy today. She joked that she must have spanked half the adult men currently living in our school district to which Dave laughed and agreed. I believe he even blushed a bit. He is older than me and grew up in the area. Dave quickly laughed and told me had I grown up here I would most certainly have crossed paths with Betty sometime during my high school years. Betty didn't miss a beat, smiled and looked directly at me and responded "naughty boys are never too old to put over the knee." I must have turned ten shades of red. I don't know if it was my imagination but I felt her comment was directed right at me. Everyone hesitated for a second which felt like an eternity and then we all burst into a nice laugh. That is when she added in what I felt was a more serious tone "good behavior and discipline are life long commitments. I still feel that I carry my vice principle responsibilities with me to this day." Now my head was really spinning. I couldn't believe it and wasn't sure how to take what was just said or how the others may have interrupted it since I felt that the comment was directly made to me. I quickly found an excuse to go tend to some guests and got the heck out of their.

I get along really well with Dave. Both of our wives always joke about how we are cut from the same cloth. Although he can be a wise ass he is a great guy. In the past he has jokingly said things to some neighbors that were mistakenly taken seriously. Once you get to know him you know it is his sense of humor. Anyway, when I thought about it whenever I've seen him interact with Betty and Patty it has always been in a very respectful and friendly manor. He never acts like a smart ass or pushes things. I wonder if that is an after effect from having been spanked.

I am now on a mission to find out more about Betty and her paddling past but I don't want to tip my hand to Dave. I was pretty sure from the conversation that she must have paddled Dave at some point. Personally I think Betty will keep what she probably heard and saw to herself. She has always been a great neighbor and seems to really like me. She has gossiped to me over time about some of the other neighbors but those are neighbors I think that initially weren't too accepting or are still not accepting of her "lifestyle" with Patty. Betty and Patty have a long history in the neighborhood since they are original owners. I am pretty sure that they must have been a bit scandalous at the time since they are lesbian. My neighborhood is comprised of longtime older original owners, a few established families with older kids such as mine and new families that move in as the original owners die off or move to smaller places.

A Reprieve

So far I have not seen Betty since my spanking.

Fortunately while I was out running errands that my wife "requested". Betty came over  to ask if we could water her plants and take in her mail since she was going to be out of town for a few days. This is a pretty common occurrence since her female"partner" owns a vacation cabin a few hours away. They head up there regularly to check on the place and to relax. They also like to travel around the world and often take trips.

We have lived next door to Betty and Patty her "partner" for about ten years. They are great neighbors. They are both retired women in their late 60's to early 70's.  Although they are retired and usually home during the day they still do some consulting work now and then. 

Although Betty is in her very early 70's she is an intelligent, strong, vibrant women. She has remained active playing tennis most of her life and appears to be in very good shape. She is quite tall for an older women standing about 5'9.  Betty grew up here when the area was still orchards. Her father was a farmer/rancher back in the day so she is use to hard work and being outdoors. The area has grown substantially since Betty was a young girl. 

Betty is the more out going of the two ladies and is usually the one to strike up a conversation or ask a favor. I regularly go over there and clean gutters or help her with her computer. Although she is quite capable to clean gutters I don't like seeing her up on a ladder and since I'm doing my own it seems only right to go over and do her house as well. Patty and Betty both worked in the school system. Betty eventually going the administrative route holding positions as vice-principle and local school administrator. Patty stayed in the classroom teaching two or three different subjects. 

She Must Know!

I am pretty sure that Betty knows that my wife spanks me. I also think that she not only knows but has either seen or heard some of my actual spanking the other day. I must admit that it is both embarrassing and exciting. 

The other day after my shower and shave I reported as instructed to Rachel in "her" room. Interestingly enough she has never referred to our room as "her" room before. Rachel was in the bathroom so I stood there waiting, heart pounding and palms sweaty until she was ready for me. The room wasn't very bright since the lights were off and the shade was pulled about 1/2 up. Since we are on the first floor we have one of those "up down" blinds that you can either pull up from the bottom or pull down from the top. It is handy since we usually have it raised up from the bottom which allows light to get in from top part of the window while still affording privacy on the bottom portion or so I thought. 

The bathroom door slid open and Rachel stood there for a second. She was back lit and looked stunning wearing a bright red silky camisole and a satiny short bathrobe.  She walked toward the bed and placed something just under her pillow. That is when she asked me if I liked what I saw. I immediately responded a positive and enthusiastic "Yes!" Then she asked me if I thought I deserved any of this as she gestured up and down her body. Honestly I was a little taken-a-back and hesitated. I knew that I had been difficult the past day or so and that I was there for a spanking. I felt that this was gong to be a disciplinary spanking. Before I could respond Rachel said that I was in for a "real spanking" and that I had better "behave" properly if I was to get any of "this" anytime soon. With that Rachel took my hand lead me to the bed, pulled down my undies and tugged my wrist toward her. Before I knew it I was over her knee bare ass. This was so out of character for her I was pretty much stunned. That is when I felt the first smack on my ass cheek followed by a few more in quick succession. In a firm but calm voice Rachel started to outline my "inappropriate behavior" of the past week and telling me that it was not acceptable and that there were going to be "new standards". That is when she said I really needed to get the point and that I had agreed to spanking...."all kinds of spankings". Then she leaned over and reached behind the pillow. A second later I felt a major sting, followed by a succession of major stings. Then a brief pause as her hand rubbed my buns to be followed by a succession of sharp swats and some comments about my attitude, pink factor of my buns and more comments on how my behavior was going to improve. I let out a few yelps since she was getting the same spot several times in succession and it was stinging like a mother! I began to squirm but to no avail since her leg entwined mine and I was fairly well locked in position. Being held in place against her smooth legs and knowing she was in charge was a major turn on but the stinging was now taking priority.

That is when I noticed that from my new prone position that I could look up thru the top part of the window that was uncovered and I could see what I thought was my neighbor at her window. I was horrified that she might be able to see down from her second floor right to where I was being spanked. I immediately began to squirm and wiggle and try to let Rachel know. She only responded with "stop squirming" and "we aren't done here yet." To say I was embarrassed and humiliated that Betty was probably watching is an understatement. Strangely I also felt excited and turned on. That is when Rachel told me to raise my buns. As I did she reached between my legs and grabbed my balls and mentioned that they were nice and smooth. "Just like a good boys should be." With that she gave me several more swats. Rachel then stopped, rubbed my buns and kept me in position over her knee for several minutes. As she soothed my buns with her hand Rachel spoke softly about being well behaved. 

I was afraid to look up toward the window since I was pretty sure I now had a witness.  Oh my God, Betty must know for sure now. I felt several emotions, embarrassment, humiliation, ashamed, excited and loved. I also felt proud of my wife and that she was able to "really spank". I was amazed at all of this but felt reassured and comforted that discussing spanking and heading down this path seems right.

The fact that Betty probably witnessed this magnified my feelings but also seemed a bit funny. I am known for my excellent sense of humor and a quick wit and I must admit that this was a bit funny in its own way. I think this is partially because of my relationship with Betty. I will write about her in the future as well as how I feel when I actually see her again.  

Once I was given permission to get up Rachel instructed me to get the lotion and to come back and massage her legs. I quickly answered "yes ma'am" and ran to get the lotion with my shorts at half mast. When I returned she said firmly and sternly that I should get a towel to place under her legs. I responded again without a thought "yes ma'am" and immediately ran for a towel. Who says spanking doesn't work?  Rachel called after me to pull up my undies. That is when I thought I heard a little chuckle from her. When I came back she was laying on the bed, head propped up by some pillows and a odd but satisfied look on her face. I placed the towel under her legs and knelt beside the bed and began giving her a wonderful leg massage.

I Think My Neighbor Knows

At some point I will come back and write how spanking became part of my marriage but to start I am going to relay how I think my neighbor found out that my wife spanks me.

I was working in the garage putting stuff away and organizing when my wife came to the door to ask me a question. I had been in a grumpy mood the past day or so. Cleaning up the mess wasn't helping my mood any. I answered her with a rather perturbed sounding "what?!"

That is when she stopped looked at me and said in a very calm but stern manner. "You have been in a bad mood for two days, a jerk to the kids and now disrespectful to me again. You know our new agreement. You have ten minutes to finish up in here. Then I want you to shower, shave top and bottom and report to me in my room within the half hour. You will only need your undies on. You have an appointment over my knee with the brush. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I was a bit taken back by her calm but very strict sounding orders. We had just started experimenting with spanking in our marriage. Up to this point I had only gotten two disciplinary spankings and several "play" ones that were semi-serious. Her tone sounded ominous and serious. She appeared very in-charge and confident looking down at me. The fact that she was two steps above me didn't help my confidence any. All I could do was mutter "yeah" which was quickly responded to by a very firm "WHAT?" Before I knew it I answered "yes ma'am." Answering quickly and in a respectful manner was becoming a new habit of mine when she had me a bit spooked.

With that Rachel restated her orders. "Finish in ten, be showered, shaved top and bottom and report to me within the half hour. Next time repeat and acknowledge so I know you understand."She turned and walked away. I stood there for a second thinking wow, when I suddenly heard a noise to the side of the garage. The big garage door was closed as well as the side entry but the window on the side where I had been standing was open. That is when I realized my neighbor was on the other side of the fence just two or three feet away. We both keep our trash and recycling bins just outside our side garage doors. We often stop and exchange hello's etc over the fence. She easily could have heard the entire exchange. There was nothing I could do about that now. Time was wasting so I gathered up the empty boxes and stuff and when I thought the coast was clear I proceeded to take them to the bins. That is when I heard Betty say hello Richie from the other side of the fence. I replied with a neighborly "hi, how are you?". I was hoping she would keep any chit chat to a minimum.

We have lived next to Betty for ten years or so and get along very well. She is a retired school administrator. Although she is an older women Betty is in very good physical condition and is about an inch or two taller than me. In general she is a great neighbor. After a little chit chat Betty said "I better let you go. I don't want you to be late." Well, that confirmed it, she heard and knew the deal. I must have turned ten shades of red. I quickly made an excuse that I had better get cleaned up. As the words came out of my mouth I immediately realized that my response was pretty dumb. I just confirmed my marching orders. Oh well.

As a side note when Rachel (my wife) instructs "shaved top and bottom" she is referring to having my face and balls smooth to the touch. She doesn't like 5 o'clock shadow rubbing on her thighs.

More to come...