Jo has always longed for her husband, Chris, to take her in hand, but the more she acts out in the hopes of ending up over his knee for a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, the worse she feels. When she stumbles upon The Good Wife Training Centre while online late at night, she quickly emails the link to Chris before she can second guess herself. To Jo’s surprise, the next morning Chris tells her he wants to give her what she needs, and they are soon enrolled at the centre.
Upon their arrival, Chris and Jo meet their tutor, a no-nonsense disciplinarian who wastes no time in coaching Chris as he takes his feisty young bride over his knee for her first spanking. While Jo and the other ladies are taught to cook and clean, Chris and the other husbands learn how to firmly scold and soundly spank a naughty wife. But when Jo pushes her tutors too far and it becomes clear that she needs stricter discipline, is Chris prepared to teach his little troublemaker a lesson that she won’t soon forget, even if it leaves her cheeks blushing as red as her well-spanked bottom?
Author: Gracie Malling
eBook Price: $3.95
Length: 30,700 words
Mr Anderson reached forwards and tilted Jo’s chin upwards with his fingertips. “You know you still deserve to be punished, don’t you, Joanne?”
And, just like that, he was Mr Stern again.
She just nodded, her face still wet with tears. The way she just gave in to this bloke, this pretty-much stranger, confounded Chris.
“Yes, you do, and it’s going to have to be my belt.”
Jo’s cheeks, already blotchy and sticky, flushed a more uniform shade of red.
“One stroke for each of your infractions, and one extra for running away just now. That makes six in total. Do you understand, Joanne?”
She nodded, eyes wide.
“Take off your clothes.”
Jo gasped, but Chris almost choked, which made Jo jump and look over at him, as though she had forgotten he was there.
He cleared his throat. “Er… what exactly is…?”
Mr Anderson glanced back over his shoulder and Chris couldn’t help but be reassured by the calmness of his expression. “Apologies, Chris. I didn’t mean to take you by surprise. I was going to talk to you both this evening about some of the rituals around discipline and how the removal of clothing can help to bring the submissive into the right headspace, but as you can see, things have worked out a little differently than I planned. Are you comfortable for us to go ahead?”
Chris tried to catch Jo’s eye, but she was staring resolutely at the floor. He gave an awkward shrug and a half-grin. “If Jo is comfortable, then so am I.”
He saw Jo wince. Great, he’d gone and said the wrong thing again.
“Thank you, Chris,” said Mr Anderson with a grave nod. “Joanne, clothes off. Now.”
Without looking up, Jo started to unbutton, loosen, and shuffle out of her clothes. Her skirt fell to the floorboards with a gentle flump and was followed by her blouse.
Then she was standing in a pool of her own clothes, wearing only her bra and knickers, and Chris could see the flush spreading from her cheeks to her throat and her upper chest. Her gaze was fixed on the floorboards, as if she had been tasked with memorising each and every line and whirl in the wood.
“All of it, Joanne,” ordered Mr Anderson, standing with his arms folded in front of her. “Underwear too.”
Jo looked up then, a desperate, pleading look in her eye, but whatever she saw on Mr Anderson’s face seemed to drive all hope away. Her expression was one of fearful resignation as she reached back to unclasp her bra.
“Good girl,” murmured the tutor, as that too tumbled to the floor at her feet. “Knickers too.”
Jo squeezed her eyes tight shut at his words and then, eyes still closed, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her knees. She let go and they whispered down her calves, settling around her ankles.