Stuck in the Naughty Chair on Superbowl Sunday with Nothing to Do? Read "Daddy Issues"

Dear 1950s Wife:

It’s just a few days till “Superbowl Sunday” and normally I’d be really excited.

Being a girly-girl, I of course know absolutely nothing about football. (Why do they call it that anyway? The players’ feet hardly ever touch the ball.)

But I love watching the exciting half-time show, as well as the super-funny commercials. I always have a blast gabbing with my gal pals at the gym the next day about the fabulous singers entertaining at half time and our favorite commercials during the game.

But I’m afraid I got a bit too tickled watching one of last year’s commercials, the ad where the dog’s bark sounds like a fart. I put my hands over my mouth as soon as the commercial ended but I couldn’t help laughing a good five seconds after the game resumed.

Naturally, my husband was upset at his concentration being disturbed. He turned me over his knee and soundly spanked my bottom then put me in the naughty chair facing living room corner for the rest of the game.

And this year he’s not even letting me watch the Superbowl. I’ll spend the two hours prior to the game as usual whipping up a huge platter of fried beef jerky and tray of liverwurst and onion sandwiches with extra mayo so Hubby won’t go hungry during the game. But he’s making me sit in the naughty chair facing the corner as soon as the Superbowl begins.

I wouldn’t really mind as long as I could hear the commercials and the half-time show, as that would at least let me join in the hen talk next day with my gal pals at the gym about our favorite singers and ads.

But Hubby is going to watch “women’s lingerie football” on another channel during half time. And he says the Superbowl commercials’ “blither blather” disturbs his concentration charting game statistics, so he’s going to hit the mute button when the ads play.

The good news is, as I’m being put in the naughty chair for being irritating as opposed to being bad, my husband’s letting me read a book during the three-plus hours of the Superbowl.

He says it has to be self-improving literature that reminds me to be good. Any recommendations?

Also, would you please keep notes on all the commercials during the Superbowl plus who performed at the half-time show and send me an e-mail after the game.

If I don’t keep up with my gym friends’ conversation Monday, they’ll want to know why and I’ll have to fess up that I was sitting in the naughty chair. Some of the women are non-submissive and they like to make fun of me and call me “Lil’ Miss Spanked Bottom” when they hear that I got in trouble.

Thanks.

Good woman:

Yes, I know a great book, the short-story collection “Daddy Issues,” by my good friend Claire Colinsgrove. Reading these hot tales of naughty young women receiving red tails will keep you entertained as well as reinforce your wifely duty to obey your husband at all times.

Two of the stories in “Daddy Issues” include age-play spanking role-play while the other story is strictly M/F spanking romance.

“Daddy Issues” is available in Kindle format on Amazon. To purchase your copy for the reasonable price of $2.99 simply click on this link http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00B6BK41M

And, no, I’m sorry but I won’t be able to send you an e-mail detailing the Superbowl commercials and who sang what at the half-time show.

My husband considers the adoption of the face mask to be a disgrace to the game of football and does not allow the so-called sport on TV in our home. We instead will attend the Sunday night professional wrestling matches at our town’s auditorium watching real men play a real sport.

Wife Can't Wait for V-Day Gift of a New Vacuum Cleaner. "Love Spanks" Blog Hop Event Comes to Rescue with Much Needed Distraction

Dear 1950s Wife:

I’m so excited. I’ve had my eye on the latest high-tech vacuum cleaner on sale at our local department store. I dropped several hints and I just know Hubby is going to present me with it as an extra-special Valentine’s Day gift!

The problem is I’m a bit too excited.

My husband already spanked me once with his hand after I suggested that I wouldn’t mind taking my vacuum cleaner out for a test drive prior to Cupid’s arrival. Now he says that if I don’t stop pestering him about the subject, I’m getting a good stiff dose of the “naughty girl paddle.”

I’m so anxious to play with my new toy. I’ve been marking the days off the calendar and I can hardly wait for February 14 to come round. I don’t think I can stand the anticipation any longer.

Whatever am I to do?

Good woman:

I can sympathize. Our romantic life has been in a bit of a slump lately, so I hinted to my husband the other day that a V-day gift of a spanking-new ironing board would certainly spice things up.

I’m only allowed to drop one hint to Hubby per holiday regarding gifts or else my bottom is soundly spanked. But I know how hard it can be for us women to keep our silly mouths shut, particularly when one is eagerly anticipating the arrival of the latest housekeeping gadget.

For distraction, might I suggest the “Love Spanks Blog Hop” event set for Feb. 9 and 10.

My husband won’t let me use the internet except to post to this blog, as he knows I’d be tempted to waste valuable time Twittering and Facebooking that should be spent cooking his meals, cleaning house and washing his clothes. But I’ve heard from fellow submissive wives whose husbands are a bit more liberal that the spanking fiction writers participating in the hop are the cat’s meow.

Along with the chance to read hot stories, readers who participate in the hop by leaving comments have a chance to win neat prizes, including a grand prize of a choice of a “Kindle” or a "Nook."

I have no idea what a Kindle or Nook is but I’ve heard from fellow submissive wives with a technical bent that the gizmos are really neat-o.

For more information on the “Love Spanks” event, including the rules of the contest, click on the following link: http://governingana.wordpress.com/2013/01/08/love-spanks-2013/

And please be sure to thank your lucky stars when you finally get a chance to take that new vacuum cleaner out for a spin. I can think of no more romantic a Valentine’s Day than the opportunity to give the carpets a good cleaning!

A Brand-Spanking-New "Whipping Girl," Perfect Holiday Gift for the Couple of Means

This story is one of ten that is now part of my anthology, "The Best of 1950s Wife," which may be purchased for ready read on your Kindle via Amazon.com for the reasonable price of $2.99 by clicking this link: "The Best of 1950s Wife"

Love Our Lurkers Day (*/*) XOXOXO!!!

While 1950s Wife is pleased with Tuesday's election results on the whole, she of course is devastated that her pet political cause, repeal of the 19th Amendment, was once again overwhelmingly rejected at the ballot box.

Actually, it's not quite right to say that the measure was voted down because it wasn't on the ballot anywhere. Nevertheless, 1950s Wife has taken to her bed in mourning with only a snifter of elderberry wine for company.

(Normally a teetotaler, 1950s Wife takes the occasional sip of something stronger for medicinal purposes. Her diagnosis: chronic melancholia re persistent presence of 19th Amendment.)

She's asked me, her alter ego, Claire Colinsgrove, to announce that it's "Love Our Lurkers Day" on 1950s Wife and multitudes of other sites in the spanko blogosphere.

I'm wearing my best "naughty cheerleader" outfit of tight white sweater that highlights my ample bosom and teeny-tiny pleated skirt that barely covers my perky behind. I shake my pom-poms and jump up and down (my snug-fitting cheerleader bloomers on full display as I leap in the air) and call out:

"Two Bits, Four Bits, Six Bits, A Dollar! All Who Love Their Lukers, Stand Up And Holler!"

So here's to ya, lurkers, We Luv U (*/*) XOXOXO!!!

But 1950s Wife would love you even more if you weren't so shy. As incentive, she's authorized me, Claire Colinsgrove, to offer the following incentive: the first person who's never commented on this blog before who correctly identifies which constitutional protection 1950s Wife thinks the United States could certainly do without gets a cyber-pat on the back, or a cyber-swat on the butt, your choice.

And don't tell 1950s Wife because she'll call me a slut, but I've got an even better prize in mind. The first former lurker to correctly answer the question may instead choose to put me over their knee, lift my skimpy cheer skirt and cyber-spank me till I holler "Please Daddy Please, Don't Spank Me Anymore! I'll Be Good!"

(Or "Please Mommy" if you happen to be a chick.)

If that won't bring a lurker out of hiding, nothing will :)

Naughty Wife Spanked For Reading "Vanilla Porn"

This story is one of ten that is now part of my anthology, "The Best of 1950s Wife," which may be purchased for ready read on your Kindle via Amazon.com for the reasonable price of $2.99 by clicking this link: "The Best of 1950s Wife"

A Halloween "Spanktacular" Contest for Our Dear Readers

Halloween a big drag because you're all grown up and can't egg cars, TP yards and play "ding dong ditch" by leaving lighted bags of dog poo on door steps for homeowners to step on?

Don't despair! 1950s Wife and several of her fellow "spank fiction" writers have come up with a Halloween "Spanktacular" contest for the grown-ups that's even more fun than committing randoms acts of minor vandalism.

Rules of this totally awesome event are below.

Spank or Treat 2012 Halloween Contest!

Looking for some holiday reading?  Wish that you could get a sneak peek of your favorite authors’ fiction?  You’re in luck!  For the first time ever, the Spanking Fiction Authors’ group is presenting a collective Halloween short story extravaganza.  It’s trick-or-treating for adults, and we do mean adults!  Even better, participation could earn you a $25 gift certificate to Eden’s Fantasy! 

What’s the catch?  Absolutely nothing!  We love writing for you and want to thank you for your readership.  Perhaps someone might get a spanking or two, but that’s a reward rather than a catch, right?  ;) 

Here are the rules:

1.      Visit each blog between October 29^th and 31^st to read the posted Halloween stories.

2.      Leave a comment answering the story question on each blog

3.      Once you have visited and left comments on all of the blogs, visit http://governingana.wordpress.com/2012/10/28/spank-or-treat-sign-up-sheet/ (Link will not go live until October 29^th).  Brownie points if you describe the Halloween costume you are wearing.  
Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on October 31^st!!

4.      Visit any of the participating blogs after Halloween to see who was lucky enough to win the prize.

Happy Halloween!  Have fun and spank hard!

As an extra treat, Lazy Day will be giving away Alta Hensley’s Traditional Love and Jade Cary’s To Love a Woman to all Spank-or-Treaters!  Enter “spankortreat” as a promotional code at checkout to receive these novels absolutely free.  

For further details and updates, please visit: http://governingana.wordpress.com/

Participating Authors Include (Click on Name to Visit Blog Site):

Alice Dark

Anastasia Vitsky 

Cara Bristol 

Celeste Jones 

Claire Colinsgrove aka "1950s Wife" 

Constance Masters

Emma K. Gardner 

Patty Devlin

Renee Rose

Starla Kaye

Sue Lyndon

The fine print:

Only one entry per person, please.  Late or incomplete sign-ups (i.e. only visiting some of the blogs) will not be accepted.  Participants must be age 18 or older.  Attempts to spank the authors will be met with ridicule or giggling, depending on the individual.  If the winner does not claim his or her prize within one week, another winner will be randomly chosen from the original participants.

Required Reading for Wife Sentenced to Spend Labor Day in Naughty Chair: "Underwear Probation" by Spanking Erotica Writer Celeste Jones

A Gentleman Writes:

As all married men should, I rightly rule the roost at home and put my wife over my knee to soundly spank her bottom whenever she breaks any of my many household rules or otherwise fails to please me.

But sometimes spanking alone isn't enough.

My wife, a former child tennis prodigy used to getting her own way growing up with her soft-hearted parents and coach, can be particularly headstrong. So I regularly incorporate additional punishment to accompany spankings to make sure she gets the message.

Mouth-soaping, writing sentences, punishment outfits, long hours sitting in the corner in the "naughty chair" are among the supplemental disciplinary measures accompanying bottom blistering to remind my wife to be sweetly submissive at home and limit her aggression to the tennis courts at our country club.

My wife's attempt at dinner the other night was not quite up to par. The meal was properly cooked but I felt the food could have been arranged a bit more artfully on my plate. Consequently, as my wife cleared the table at meal's end, I informed her she would be soundly spanked once she finished washing the dishes.

I retrieved the "naughty girl paddle" from the upstairs bedroom then sat down is my easy chair in the living room. The washing-up done, my wife came and knelt before me. I lectured her at length about her culinary short-comings then put her over my lap, lifted her skirt, lowered her panties and properly paddled her pert posterior.

As her offense was not especially egregious, I decided that 24 hours in "punishment panties" was sufficient additional punishment.

The panties have rough sandpaper sewn into the backseat that rubs against sensitive skin of a spanked bottom. Stitched into the outer-face of the bloomers' backside is an excellent likeness of my wife's face with a tear rolling down her cheek and cursive lettering that says "Hubby Spanked My Bottom For Being Bad."

My wife went upstairs to put on her punishment panties and a nightgown then came back to the living room. I enjoyed an after-dinner cognac and cigar while my wife sipped a sherry.

Then it was off to bed. I limited our love-making to three hours rather than the usual four as we had a big day ahead of us: my wife was playing for the championship of our country club's annual ladies’ doubles tennis tournament.

We arrived at the club plenty early to allow time for my wife to warm up and for me to talk strategy with her partner.

This woman is not a very good tennis player; in fact, she's quite awful. I asked her to play with my wife because she agreed to my plan. All she's expected to do is put her serves in play and try to return the opponents’. The rest of the time she stands to the side and lets my wife take over.

My strategy worked like a charm in previous matches and was going well in the final round. We were winning two games to love when it came time for this woman to serve.

Then disaster struck. The woman threw the ball high in the air, then totally mishit the serve and pinged my wife right in the ass.

My wife lay sprawling before the net. I ran to her aid and carried her off the court. I sat down on the tennis bench and put her over my knee to check for injury. And when I lifted her skirt, was shocked to see regular sports knickers instead of punishment panties!

Were it not for the purplish bruise from the ball striking her behind, and the fact that I spotted in the audience some of the more "politically correct" members of our country club who aren't particularly accepting of the "1950s-lifestyle," I would have spanked my wife right then and there.

Instead I waited until we got home from the match -- my wife carried on despite her injury but not able to dominate play as before and we lost 6-4, 6-4 -- to pronounce punishment.

I was not sympathetic to my wife's excuse that she worried other women in our club’s ladies locker room might tease her if they saw her wearing punishment panties. As she was too sore to spank and may be for some time, I sent her to bed with no supper as soon as she fixed mine.

As added punishment, once she's served me breakfast, prepared my lunch and dinner and put it in the fridge for me to eat later, and whipped up a batch of fried beef jerky for me and my buddies to enjoy in our Labor Day poker game, my wife will sit in the naughty chair with her nose facing the corner for the remainder of the day. (If she asks nicely, she’ll be allowed 15 minutes out for lunch and another quarter-hour for dinner, plus bathroom breaks.)

While this punishment may sound strict, I'm concerned that my wife's tennis injury lets her avoid a spanking. Can you think of a task for my wife to undertake while sitting in the naughty chair to ensure she learns her lesson?

Kind Sir:

Yes I can. Your wife should be required to read "Underwear Probation" by the spanking erotica writer Celeste Jones. Perusing this torrid tale of disciplinary measures taken towards another silly wife who violated her husband's commands concerning underwear will remind your wife not to remove punishment panties in future.

"Underwear Probation" is available in e-book format and reasonably priced at $2.99. Copies may be purchased by visiting her website www.writercelestejones.blogspot.com.

Ms. Jones' other excellent spanking erotica novellas, “Twenty-One Days to a Better Attitude” and “Legal Briefs: Over the Knee Justice,” as well as her fine collection of spanking erotica short stories, “The Long Arm of the Law,” are also available in e-book format and may be purchased by visiting her website.

Ms. Jones includes several free samples of her writing on her website to whet your appetite.

I’m sure you spent many hours coaching your wife for the ladies’ doubles tennis tournament at your county club and are justifiably disappointed she didn’t bring home a first-place trophy to display in your “man cave” as proof of your accomplishment. Better luck next year.