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.

Silly Wives Play Politics at GOP Convention and Win Sound Spankings

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"

Presenting the "Spanked Wives Olympics": "Spank Yodeling," "Switch Dancing" and "Cane Crying."

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"

Lost Bet Over Euro Soccer Cup. Wife Pays With Sore Bottom, Knees and Lips

Dear 1950s Wife:

Being an All-American 1950s-style couple, my husband and I prefer football, baseball, professional wrestling and other manly competitions when watching sports on TV.

But with our city's Major League Baseball team playing poorly -- we're Cubs fans, need I say more -- we decided to give the recent Euro Cup soccer tournament a look.

Soccer sure is easy to watch. Unlike football and baseball's complicated rules and confusing statistics that are so difficult for we women to follow, all that matters in soccer is whether the ball goes in the net. And with so few goals to keep track of, even a mathematically-challenged girl like me can remember the score.

And I must say that soccer players, in the main, are really sexy, even if they do act like sorority girls on bid night with the way they kiss and hug each other after every goal.

My husband was bored with the tournament at first. To liven it up, I suggested we choose a team to root for. After doing quick research on the computer, my husband picked Spain.

I'm not allowed to use the computer except to read this blog, as my husband knows I'd waste time Facebooking and Twittering when I should be cooking his meals and cleaning his clothes. So, knowing nothing about the teams, I chose Holland because the players are the cutest.

As a further twist, we agreed to give each other gifts if our respective teams made it from the “group stage” to the "knock-out rounds." My husband’s gift was that he got to spank my bottom cherry red for Spain making it to the quarter-finals and for each successive win thereafter.

Plus every time Spain played in the knock-out stage, I had to kneel before my husband giving him head the whole game. He got to come in my mouth each time Spain scored a goal.

If Netherlands made it to the quarter-finals, my present was that we'd order pizza one-night-per-year to give me a break from cooking. And if Holland won the tournament, a new vacuum cleaner!

Boy oh boy, how can such fit-looking guys play so bad? I really wanted that new vacuum cleaner, but Netherlands lost its three games in the group stage and didn’t advance. And not that I'm begrudging Spain its Euro Cup, but I've got a sore bottom, sore knees and sore lips and I don't even have pizza night to look forward to.

But the worst part is that watching the tournament left my husband so infatuated with soccer that he's growing a "Euro-style" ponytail to symbolize his love of the game and its European players.

As my husband wears his hair in a flat top, his ponytail will take several months to grow. In the meantime, he's fashioned a crude wig made with bandages, black-tip felt pen and a faux fur tail he tore off a souvenir "Davy Crocket coonskin cap" he wore as a boy.

As an adherent of the 1950s lifestyle, I know I must support my husband in his fashion choices and sporting interests. But it’s hard to retain a proper submissive mindset when my husband’s wears such a frightful wig.

I couldn’t help giggling while my husband’s scolded me this evening about poor housekeeping -- I forgot to dust the knickknacks in his “man cave” – when I briefly raised my eyes during the lecture and saw his faux fur ponytail wagging back and forth as he shook his index finger at me. (I got spanked extra hard for laughing.)

Even though his hair will grow out, I don’t care for the Euro-ponytail look. And I was really looking forward to watching the Bears play this fall. Now my husband wants to spend our autumn Sunday afternoons at an out-of-the-way saloon in the city with a bunch of expat Spaniards watching Real Madrid play soccer on pay TV.

Whatever am I to do?

Good woman:

You correctly note that the good wife cheers for her husband, no matter how regrettable his hairstyle. While European men generally have good fashion sense, the “Euro ponytail” is an exception to the rule.

Personally, I wouldn’t consider it a sacrifice to swap watching the Bears for Real Madrid playing soccer on pay TV. I much prefer the rest of the world’s version of “football” to America’s. But my husband considers pay TV, even basic cable service, a waste of money, even though the demise of “Friday Night Fights” on network TV means he no longer enjoys his beloved boxing matches.

But take heart. Though their passions run deep, men’s attention spans are short.

It’s nearly two months before Real Madrid begins a new season defending its La Liga championship and I expect your husband will grow bored waiting. This fall, I’m confident you’ll find him on Sunday afternoons wearing his flat top haircut and Bears jersey sitting before the TV with beer can in hand and rooting for “Da Barez.”   

Cara Bristol's Totally Awesome Spanking Stories: Perfect Prescription for Hubby's Sprained "Spanking Arm"

Dear 1950s Wife:

Not having kids, I always thought those stories of overbearing parents berating coaches at little kids' sports competitions were exaggerations. Boy oh boy, how wrong I was!

My husband's colleague at work coaches a baseball team for eight-year-old boys. He was sick Saturday, so he asked my husband to fill in. Being a community-minded person, my husband agreed.

Sadly, the adage "no good deed goes unpunished" turns out to be true.

Because eight-year-olds have a hard time throwing strikes, the rules require the coach to pitch when his team is up at bat. The opposing team's coach lobbed the ball over the plate resulting in several hits and runs when that team batted.

But when my husband's team hit, the competitive instincts of a former high school star pitcher naturally took hold. He baffled batters with fork balls, screw balls and "slurves," with the occasional inside high heater thrown in to "buzz the tower" of batters leaning too far over the plate.

My husband racked up "K" after "K." I would have thought parents of kids on his team would appreciate the chance to watch a top-flight pitcher at work. Or, at the least, realize he gave the little boys an opportunity to display good sportsmanship by walking gracefully back to the dugout after they struck out.

But no! Such hoots and hollers and rude names they shouted at my husband including "Bully," "Clown" and "Bull Durham-wannabe."

Being a feisty fellow, my husband screamed back at the parents throughout the game. And, as he got closer and closer to a magical "perfect game," he couldn't help but celebrate each strikeout with shouts of "whiff," "see ya" and "grab some bench, jack ass!"

The good news is that my husband threw a perfect game, striking out each eight-year-old every time they came to bat.

The bad news is that, not having pitched competitively in 20 years, his arm wasn't properly prepared and he severely damaged his shoulder and elbow. Not only will he never be able to throw a decent forkball again, the doctor says, but his "spanking arm" will be out of commission for several months.

Moreover, my husband's throat got so hoarse from screaming back at the parents and celebrating the strikeouts he pitched that he can barely speak above a whisper. So not only can't he spank me, he can't even properly scold me for the things I do wrong such as failing to properly polish the dozens of trophies from his childhood athletic heroics on prominent display in his "man cave."

Whatever am I to do?

Good woman:

With your husband unable to spank or scold, you certainly need a stiff dose of medicine to keep you properly submissive. The good news is that I have the perfect prescription: "Cara Bristol: Erotic Stories to Light Your Fire."

Reading these well-told tales of dominant men determined to spank and submissive ladies learning to obey will certainly reinforce your wifely wish to stay subserviant to your spouse.

Cara's blog has plenty of free samples to whet your appetitite and her complete works, available in e-book format, are reasonably priced. To visit her site, simply click on the "Cara Bristol" link in the links' section on the upper-right-side of this page.

The bad news is that your husband didn't pitch a "perfect game."

Being a girly-girl, I of course know absolutely nothing about baseball. But I checked with my husband and he assures me that such an accomplishment requires a pitcher retiring all the batters for the opposing team, not his own.

While I understand your zeal to cheer your husband in his sporting pursuits, perhaps a better venue may be found to show off his talents than a baseball game played by eight-year-olds. Hopefully his arm will heal to at least allow him to participate in slow-pitch softball at his company's annual picnic next spring.

Acceptable To Accept Discipline from a Democrat?

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May Day Protest Housework Strike Earns Belt Whipping for Naughty Wife

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Spanking and Soap Paste for a Wife Who Won't "Swallow"

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Peach Tree Switching, But No Peach Pie, For Naughty Wife

Dear 1950s Wife:

We recently moved to a new house with a peach tree in the back yard. Rather than paddling me, my husband now whips me with a switch for major offenses.

I sure wish we hadn't moved because those peach-tree switches sting like the dickens. I always holler and cry and dance up a storm when Hubby stripes my bare backside. Plus the ritual he puts me through for punishment is really embarrassing.

Once Hubby informs me I'm to be whipped, I must change into a girlish pink party dress that features puffed sleeves, a sweetheart collar and a lacy skirt with stiff crinolines underneath. The skirt sticks out at practically a ninety degree angle and is so short that the bottom half of my ruffled panties are displayed.

White knee socks, shiny black Mary Jane shoes and huge hair bow complete the outfit.

It's so humiliating to wear such a juvenile costume. But the worst part is that I must go outside to cut my own switch. The nosy middle-aged neighbor lady spends most of her time working in her backyard and always sees me.

So she wouldn't be unduly disturbed by my screams and cries when I'm disciplined, my husband informed the neighbor that we adhere to the 1950s lifestyle shortly after we moved in. This crusty old biddy has never been married and doesn't know what it's like to be spanked. But that doesn't stop her from telling me she thinks it's great that my husband whips me with a switch because, in her opinion, young women today are ill-mannered and disrespectful.

As soon as she spies me walking towards the peach tree in my party dress, the neighbor lady shouts "Ha, Ha, Little Missy, I bet you're gonna get your hind parts whipped good!"

She's always telling me to be sure to cut a nice green switch and that she enjoys hearing my sobs and screams of "Please Daddy!" when I'm whipped.

"Ha, Ha, 'Daddy' is gonna whip Little Missy till she can't sit down," she teases.

I got switched the other day for accidently mismatching one of my husband's black socks with a navy blue one. I didn't think it was fair -- a hand-spanking would have been enough -- and I guess I was in an extra bad mood when I was sent out to cut my switch.

The neighbor lady started teasing me as usual. I admit to a moment of bad judgment when I ran at her with my pocketknife. Luckily, my husband saw me from the window and tackled me just before I reached the fence. (He played cornerback on the high school football team and is really fast.)

As you might expect, my husband switched me extra hard once he got me back inside. I yelled "Please Daddy," so long and hard that my throat was horse and danced a jig so fierce that my feet were sore.

And, as additional punishment, I must use all the peaches from our tree once ripe to make pies for the neighbor to sell at her old-ladies-club bake sale and I'm not allowed to have one slice!

Good woman:

Rather than being angry at the neighbor lady, you should be grateful for her teasing as the humiliation from her laughing at you increases the salutary effect of your whippings.

And hats off to your husband making you wear such charming "discipline dress."

Such a pretty picture you must make in your party dress as you meekly hand "Daddy" the peach tree switch with one hand, feebly attempting to shield the panties that peep out below your skirt with the other, eyes cast down in embarrassment all the while.

I trust your husband is like mine and requires you to recite your misdeeds prior to whipping you. And, once soundly switched and your tears subside, to give him a girlish peck on the cheek then say "Thank you Daddy for whipping me so hard. I know you do it because you love me and care about how I behave."

"Girly Ball," the Latest Sporting Craze

Dear 1950s Wife:

With warm weather upon us, our town's submissive wives will soon take the field for another season of "Girly Ball" -- a sport our husbands love to watch us play but isn't always so much fun for me and teammates.

Girly Ball is essentially touch football. But instead of jerseys and jeans, our uniforms consist of tight white sweaters with push-up bras underneath, teeny-tiny plaid skirts that barely cover our bottoms, white knee socks and saddle shoes.

Our white panties include Velcro straps across the middle affixed to which are red ribbons long enough for the bottom six inches to fall past the end of our skirts. Instead of "touching" the opponent, a successful tackle requires ripping the ribbon off the ball carrier’s behind.

As you might imagine, our husbands find it highly amusing to watch their wives scampering across the field in our tight sweaters and embarrassingly-short "naughty schoolgirl" skirts as we try to snatch ribbons off each others' backsides.

Being that we're "girly girls," plenty of slap-fighting and hair-pulling takes place during play. And along with yardage being assessed for fouls, offending players get paddle swats from the referee and must stand in the penalty box for a set amount of time in "touch-toes-position."

And there's more paddling for some of us at the end of the game. As motivation to play hard throughout the contest, the winning team's players get to administer paddle swats to the losing team's backsides: one lick for every point in the margin of victory.

As we're spanked so much by our husbands, it's so much fun to turn the tables when we win and hand out licks full force. But whenever we lose, the victorious team is sure to return the favor.

After the paddling, all the players kick off their saddle shoes and scamper into a shallow duck pond at field's edge. We must squat down for several minutes so the water is at chin level. (The losing team must keep this position for five extra minutes.)

Boy oh boy, that pond sure is cold this time of year. And even in the summer when the water is warmer, it's so uncomfortable especially when feel I feel tadpoles slithering across my legs

Once thoroughly soaked, we stand up in the pond and spend several minutes posing for our husbands. They like us to throw back our hair and stick out our chests, our drenched sweaters showing off our cleavage to full effect, and to lift our skirts so they can admire front and back views of our soaked panties.

Once we're let out of the pond, the losing team must do calisthenics for several minutes. Then we're finally allowed to towel off and change clothes. There's no locker room, so we girls form a human circle so each player can change out of her drippy outfit one-by-one.

If my team loses, I also get spanked by my husband when we get home. So I sure hope we have a good team this year.

My husband's in the backyard and I just heard his training whistle blow. Got to go run laps around the house.

Good woman:

"Girly Ball," what a fantastic sport!

I shall certainly show my husband your letter so he can tell the other husbands about this fun game. I'm confident the sport will soon catch on in our town.

"Girly Ball" sounds like so much fun! So sad to be in my late 40s and thus far too old for such a vigorous sport. I limit my exercise these days to high-speed vacuum cleaning, mopping, ironing and other aerobic activities.

A Birthday Spanking and a Spanking Book for Birthday: What a Lucky Wife!

A Gentleman Writes:

My wife's birthday is coming up soon. Can you help me think of a suitable gift to accompany the long, hard birthday spanking I intend to give her.

I got my wife a state-of-the-art vacuum cleaner  for last year's birthday and this Christmas she was overjoyed to receive a brand-spanking-new ironing board. Our other household appliances are quite new, none is more than 20 years old. So getting her another contraption to aid in her cooking and cleaning would be a complete waste of money.

Quite frankly I'm stumped. It seems like my wife has everything her heart could desire.

Kind Sir:

With her fancy ironing board, high-tech vacuum cleaner and rest of her household appliances being practically brand new, your wife is sitting in the lap of luxury. Yet still you want to get your beloved that "special something" to help make her birthday memorable. What a kind, generous, loving husband you are to spoil your wife so!

What to give as birthday present for the wife who already has everything? Might I suggest:

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Spanked at Bridge Night: Who's the "Dummy" Now?

Dear 1950s Wife:

To emphasize our adherence to the 1950s lifestyle, my husband and I and other traditionally-minded couples in town play bridge.

At last night's game, I couldn't help but giggle when the host announced that it was my husband's turn to be the "dummy."

Hubby immediately called a halt to card game and asked the host if he could borrow his paddle. The host sent his wife to their bedroom to fetch the implement and she returned with this 16-inch paddle with holes.

Hubby ordered me to bend over and touch my toes. Then he lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and gave me two dozen licks with all his might. I screamed after each swat and before I'd even had six licks I was bawling like a baby and calling out: "Please stop Daddy, please. It hurts so much!"

After my paddling, my husband took me to the guest bedroom to wash off my tear streaks and nose snot with a damp washcloth. Then I had to stand in the corner of the living room for the rest of the bridge game with my bare bottom on display.

Of course the men commented throughout the evening on my bruised behind, telling their wives  they would be paddled just as hard if they ever showed such disrespect to them as I had to my husband.

As a proper submissive wife, I support my husband's right to spank me that night, even though I never meant to snicker when the host asked him to play the role of "dummy" at bridge. But I'm afraid even more punishment is in store.

I must play the "dummy" at the next five bridge games.

Rather than laying my cards face-up on the table, I'm going to have to stand in the middle of the table with my bare bottom on display with the cards taped to my behind. And it's going to be extra painful when the cards are ripped off my backside because my husband's going to spank me soundly in front of all the guests at the beginning of each game to ensure my bottom is extra tender.

I know I shouldn't have gone "tee-hee" when the host asked my husband to play the "dummy" at last night's game. But don't you think Hubby is taking my punishment too far?

Good woman:

If you're serious about that question, you really are a dummy.

Sloppy Cleaning Earns Wife a Sound Spanking and a Week of Nude Housekeeping

Dear 1950s Wife:

My husband performs a "white-glove inspection" of our house when he returns from work each evening.

Normally I keep the home spic-and-span. But I'm so engrossed with my favorite soap opera’s latest plot twist that I sat down to watch this afternoon with the sound turned on. (I usually rely on our TV's "closed captioning" feature so I can vacuum the den while watching my program.)

I'm afraid the 30 minutes I sacrificed to television viewing forced me to hurry through my chores. Everything was ship-shape in our 4,000-square-foot three-story home except that my husband found a tiny speck of dust on the window sill in the attic.

Naturally, he turned me over his knee, bared my behind, and spanked my bottom cherry red. As a proper submissive wife, I accept my husband's right to spank me soundly for such an offense. But he says I have additional punishment in store.

I'm not allowed to watch my soap opera for a week. And for the next seven days, I must do my cooking and cleaning in the nude.

It's bad enough to be denied my program. But it will be really embarrassing if the milkman sees me through the screen door when he makes his deliveries each morning.

Don't you think my husband is taking my punishment too far?

Good woman:

Goodness, gracious me, certainly not! You should thank your lucky stars that your husband showed mercy on you and didn't make your punishment worse.

Your wifely duty is to properly clean the house so your husband, upon his arrival home from his busy day at the office, can partake of his evening relaxation in elegant surroundings. How can Hubby enjoy his cocktail, dinner and TV time watching the boxing matches if you've left the house in a shambles??!!

A speck of dust on the window sill of the attic: What a disgrace!

If I ever left our house in such a state, my husband would spank my bottom hard so hard that I couldn't sit down the rest of the night. And, during my week of nude-housekeeping, I'd wear six fresh cane stripes administered each morning.

Moreover being restricted from watching your soap opera for a week is hardly undue punishment. I'm forbidden to watch any TV during the day while my husband is at work. (Though I can't help but sneak peeks at "I Love Lucy" re-runs now and again. Shush, don't tell.)

So I certainly don't consider your punishment excessive.

One caveat: your husband should call the dairy and inform the milkman of your punishment. Hubby should request the milkman, when making his deliveries, be careful not look through the screen door and inadvertently catch a glimpse of you naked as you clean house.

I've never, ever heard of a milkman taking undue liberties with a housewife while husband is away at work. So you may rest assured that your milkman won't be sneaking a peek at you in your birthday suit.

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A Gentleman Writes:

The computer is rarely used in our home. I forbid my wife to surf the web while I'm at work, as she's apt to waste time downloading romance novels and watching snippets of "I Love Lucy" on You Tube when she should be washing my clothes and cooking my meals.

And I prefer old-fashioned amusements rather than newfangled "digital media" for evening relaxation. After dinner, I don slippers, lite my pipe and recline in my easy chair to watch boxing matches or favorite sitcoms on TV, my wife bent over my lap with bare bottom on display so I can soundly slipper her backside cherry red should the mood strike me.

But, as a firm believer that enforcing wifely submission through strict rules and regular spankings is key to happy marriage, I sacrifice 30 minutes a night alone in my study on the computer surfing the web for the most informative websites, blogs and e-books on wife discipline, particularly those that advocate corporal punishment.

Of course I take no pleasure in reading stories of these naughty wives being thrust across their husbands' knees, their sassy bottoms bared and soundly reddened with hairbrushes, paddles, straps and other disciplinary instruments as they wiggle over their men folk's laps screaming "Daddy, please Daddy, don't spank me so hard!"

And, as I sternly told my wife one night upon exiting the study, the sound she hears through the closed door is not my chair squeaking, but rather a mouse's cries, and my grunts and groans stem from my futile effort to capture the creature.

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