Spanked

 

"I...I don't understand," I stammered, staring at my mother-in-law sitting casually in my 'punishment chair' glaring at me, the kneeling stool next to her.

"What's not to understand?" she asked with a devilish smile. "I believe my daughter has taught you the proper procedure for receiving a spanking, hasn't she? A husband strips down to his panties, goes across the lap, takes his punishment, then kneels and gives thanks for his discipline."

"But...but Amy...she...she's the one..."

"Amy has been far too gentle," she said. "This is what, I believe the third time you've been caught masturbating in the past two months. Obviously she's reluctant to administer a proper spanking whereas I am not. Now undress and come here."

"You're serious," I said, seeing her resolve. 

"Deadly," she said. "Now get on with it."

I swallowed, hands shaking, reached for the buttons on my shirt, removed it. I kicked off my shoes, took off my socks, undid my belt. "I presume you're tucked?" she asked. I blushed, nodded. "Good. I won't tolerate any swelling. Go on then, the same procedure as with my daughter."

I finished undressing, stood before her wearing just pink panties. I glanced at the kneeling stool, swallowed, went to it, kneeled. "P...please...please forgive me, Ma'am," I stammered, "I...I've misbehaved."

She raised an eyebrow, a tell me more gesture.

"I...I masturbated," I said, eyes down.

"Disgusting," she said, pointing at her lap. 

Shaking, I crawled over her lap, felt her use her legs and arms to hold me, felt her spread my legs slightly. To my horror, she rested her hand between my legs right on my tucked penis. "This does not belong to you," she said, "this belongs to my daughter."

When she was done, I knelt again, tears streaming down my face from the spanking I'd not soon forget.