Men, huh? Can't live with 'em. Can't strip 'em and spank 'em. Well actually, you CAN, in this little corner of cyberspace. Around here, fully grown males are at constant risk of humiliating bare bottomed correction - hence the 'humblings' of the title.

Thursday 20 January 2011

From This Day Forward - The Next Bit

Happy, um, Thursday, everyone. By popular demand, here's part two of my romantic tale celebrating everyone's favourite event - a traditional wedding. Hopefully it has all the right ingredients - something old, something new, someone paddled black and blue.

If you haven't read part one yet, please go off and do that now. We'll wait!


The wedding ceremony was all but concluded: there remained only the induction of Peter Harris into the disciplinary care of his new wife, Joanna.

Reverend Helen Green smiled warmly at the congregation. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're nearly done here - but I know that many of you have been particularly looking forward to the next part of the proceedings. Actually," she added with a twinkle, "perhaps that's just the ladies. But I'd still invite you gentlemen - for your own growth - to pay close attention." She lifted her chin towards the rear pews. "For anyone who doesn't have a good view, please don't be shy - feel free to come up to the front. Oh, and those of you with cameras, thank you for your patience. Now is the time to use them."

The guests gradually rearranged themselves, many of the women subtly vying for the best vantage point. Meanwhile the Reverend beckoned the main participants - with bridesmaids Hannah and Emma supporting Peter by his elbows, hobbled as he was by the tangle of clothing at his ankles - towards the stone font. "Equally good for christening church members and matrimonial paddles," she chuckled, as the group approached. Joanna was already getting the feel of the implement in question, smiling to herself as she whisked it experimentally through the air.

Watching her, Peter felt the same heady mix of desire and nervous apprehension that had possessed him since they had first met. It had taken him two years to propose: he would have done so sooner, if not for Joanna's repeated warnings about what wedlock would mean for both of them. On an early date they'd been watching a marriage-themed movie together when she'd leaned over to say, "I don't want to see you down on one knee until you're ready to stay that way for life." He had turned towards her, grinning at the joke, only to find her face serious.

In the months that followed, she had told him many times how such-and-such behaviour would earn him a whipping if they were married. Meanwhile she had habitually swatted him on the behind whenever she felt slighted, or mocked, or disagreed with. These were not the playful, good-natured taps familiar to many couples, but were delivered hard and without humour - in some cases, and much to his embarrassment, at friend's houses or out in the street.

He had finally gathered his courage one summer evening at the Queen Bee, where they often ate dinner. Producing the ring from his pocket, he pushed his own chair away from the table and adopted the time-honoured position beside hers. It turned out that one knee was not enough: before he'd been able even to ask the question, she reached over and gently applied pressure to the other one until he responded to the hint. Now he felt ridiculous - no longer chivalrous, but simply submissive - on both knees in the middle of a crowded restaurant, before a woman who even now was rising from her seat to increase her height advantage. Not knowing what else to do, he blustered on, trying to stay on script.

"Jo - sweetheart - will you marry me?"

Joanna did not reply for a full minute. She stood there gazing down at him, amusement tugging at the corners of her mouth, while the diners at the other tables grew quiet. Finally she spoke, and Peter knew it was for the benefit of everyone present: "And everything that entails?"

"Yes. Yes, everything."

Still she did not answer, but her eyes flicked down to the carpet in front of him. Following her gaze, he saw that she had extended one pretty, sandal-clad foot. For a few moments he regarded it blankly, his head spinning.

Then, watched by the restaurant's entire clientele, he put his elbows on the floor and his lips to her bare toes.

Joanna left him in that position for a few more heartbeats, then reached down to take his arm and encourage him to his feet.

"Up you get, silly," she said. "Of course I'll marry you." Gripping his wrists, she pulled him to her and kissed him long and hard on the lips, drawing cheers and wolf whistles from the other customers. Then she firmly turned him around and delivered a hard slap to the seat of his jeans. "That," she said, "is for making me wait..."

"...Peter - your wife is waiting." Reverend Green's gently chiding voice brought the young groom back to the present: another crowd, another public humiliation. A draught of air sent a ripple through his dangling shirt tails. He desperately wanted to hold them down - but the smirking bridesmaids, now facing him across the wooden lid of the font, still had ownership of his wrists. Hannah leaned forward as she tightened her grip, her satin bodice revealing a generous amount of cleavage. Absurdly, Peter felt - dear God - an instant stirring between his legs. The thought of this being noticed was all the encouragement he needed to press the front of his bare thighs, and his now semi-hard penis, against the cold stonework. As he did so, the two women pinned his shoulders to the dark oak top so that his upper body lay flat and immobilised against it.

There was barely a sound in the church. Behind him, Joanna's dress rustled as she reached forward to stroke the back of his head. "My darling, I love you - and since today it's just for the ceremony, I'm going to go a little easy this time. But this time only." He felt the coolness of the church air as his shirt was rolled up his back and his naked behind fully exposed, prompting a flurry of appreciative female whispering and a whirring of camera shutters. The polished blade of the paddle was placed flat against both of his buttocks. A second later it was withdrawn, and he heard Joanna's slow intake of breath and the soft creak of a floorboard as she shifted her weight.

"Ready, sweetie?"

The crack of the paddle was like a gunshot inside the hushed church. It bounced from the whitewashed walls. It echoed up and down the bell tower. It made the women smile beneath their expensive hats, and their men wince in sympathetic discomfort.

For a split second, Peter felt only the shocking force of the impact. In the moment it took for the full burning agony to register, he opened his mouth to say something about "going easy." To his surprise, all that came out was an anguished yelp: he pressed his lips to his forearm to stifle it. "Hmm," murmured Hannah approvingly. "Ouchie," said Emma. "One," counted Joanna, and then, with a chuckle, "Join in, everybody."

The second blow was delivered precisely on top of the first, adding fuel to the fire. "Two," declared Joanna, and a few others. This time Peter kept his mouth tightly closed, but could not prevent a muffled keening noise from escaping through his nose. Christ, it hurt. His legs were shaking.

Out in the aisle, the Joanna's mother glanced at her own husband, who was staring ruefully at his feet. "You know I said we didn't need to renew our vows? I've changed my mind. I think that's a wonderful idea." Then she turned her rapt gaze back to the daughter of whom at this moment she was so proud.

The four remaining swats were applied without hurry and without pity. Peter had abandoned his pride, and yelled unashamedly as each one was driven home
. Beyond the pounding in his ears he could hear feet drumming on the floor, and realised they were his own. While he writhed under his wife's ministrations - "like a worm on a hook," grinned Hannah, as she and Emma struggled to restrain him - the entire female audience now kept enthusiastic count until the final triumphant chorus of "Six!" gave way to cheers and applause.

Helen Green raised her voice above the hubbub: "Here endeth the lesson."

Joanna handed the paddle back to her bridesmaids for temporary safekeeping. "Thank you both so much - it's wonderful. I doubt we'll get a present that sees more use than that one." Then she crouched next to her still prostrate and half naked groom. "My brave boy," she said.

Minutes later, Peter was once more fully dressed and taking his turn to sign the marriage register in a shaky hand. Reverend Green had thoughtfully found a cushion for him, although he still placed himself upon it somewhat gingerly. She had also procured a tissue. "We can't have tears on your wedding photos. It's supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Oh, don't forget that we'll also need a signature here."

The young man stared at the indicated paragraph. He had seen the words before, during the rehearsal, but their meaning then had seemed unreal. Now the throbbing in his buttocks brought them into sharp focus. Submit... correction... chastisement... obedience... for as long as we both shall live.

Then, watched by the church's entire congregation, he put the pen to the paper, and himself in her charge.


  1. Great story, I really enjoyed reading it, your pics are always great too.
    Bet sitting was a hard thing in that household.

  2. this is incredibly exhilarating. male obedience ongoing in matrimony blessed by a community of believers.


  3. What a wonderful story. Thank you for posting it.


  4. Hello Underling,
    A very HOT next bit I'd say. Peter may have trouble sitting down, but, after reading the "next bit", I'm going to have trouble standing up.
    That was a very exciting public spanking and humiliation indeed!
    Thanks for the excellent work. JayJay

  5. Exellent story MR Underling! Well written as always

  6. Great wife has told three of Her girlfriends about our is a mystery to me...but the other two have seen me spanked by Her on more than one occasion...there is nothing more humiliating...than a grown man being treated like a naughty little boy by his Wife...and having his bottom bared and blistered in front of Her friends...i love your blog...thanks for sharing!

  7. James, mysster and Michael_Michael - thanks for your kind comments. I'm glad you get as much out of reading this stuff as I do out of writing it!

  8. JayJay, glad to hear Peter's not the only one with involuntary stirrings :). If you have to 'cool down' after reading this, then my mission is accomplished.

    BOB, hi and thanks for the vote of confidence. I aim to please!

    HSH, that sounds humiliating indeed. This stuff works as fantasy for me, but I'm not sure my heart could stand the reality. Good luck! :)

  9. Underling-
    What an erotic story. I re-read part one then proceeded to part two. Once started, I couldn't stop.

    And your illustrations just keep getting better and better. I love the detail you include and its fun looking for all the sub-stories (pun intended) that they include.

    Can't wait for the next one(s).

  10. Ken, thanks, my friend. Flattery will get you - well, more stories and pictures!

    I think people are probably impatient for a drawing next, but rest assured we will be flies on the wall at Peter and Joanna's reception at some point.

  11. I was given a sound spanking on our wedding night with a clothes brush, that clearly set the tune of our marrage. My mother-in-law had passed the clothes brush on to her daugther as a wedding present. Although I was never spanked directly in front of my mother-in-law, my wife spanked me several times while her mother was in the house. Her mother loved to teasing me about being "a naughty little boy", all very humbling. That was 45 years ago and they have both passed away. I truly miss being that naughty little boy.

  12. I married richard in Dec. 2000, he took my last name. We had a wedding for the vanila family members and later a wedding for our F/M friends. He went over my knee with his bare bottom facing the congregation after we were pronounced Wife and husband. After I spanked him, he was spanked by the Brides Maids and the Maid of Honor. At the reception instead of paying money to dance with the Bride, men and Women paid money to spank richard. he was humiliated enough to be spanked by and in front of strangers, much less spanked by men.
    There was no bachelor party, only a Bachelorette party, he was spanked that evening. He is so thankful for extra strength tylenol. Cindee

  13. You might be interested in a new F/M release, "A Visit to Aunt Rita's". The Amazon link is:

  14. I have the original black-and-white "A Visit to Aunt Rita's" from over two decades ago and now I have the updated poser-style color remake--it's rather of an investment in classic F/M comics as potential 'collectibles.'

    The plotlines aren't exactly identical (although vaguely similar) and the spanked male in the new version is a young adult (18 years old) while in the original he was a boy of maybe 13-14 years old.

    It's surprising that the new version was printed because invariably the panels (at least the ones depicting direct spanking activity) will be scanned and posted on the internet by someone (in violation of copyright) and then the value of the actual comic would presumably decline steeply.

    So there may be only a limited number of copies printed... --C.K.

  15. Anon, sorry to hear your wife and mother-in-law are no longer with you. They sound like my kind of women, and your marriage sounds like my favourite kind of fantasy made real. :)

    Cindee, sorry it took me so long to get around to publishing your comment - for some reason it had ended up flagged as spam and I didn't notice it for a while. Your wedding sounds marvellous!

    Poserartist, thanks for the link. It is refreshing to see spanking related material actually in print, just like the good old days! CK, I was going to ask whether the story was the same, but you beat me to it. Regarding copyright, I guess the internet is a double-edged sword in that respect - such a wealth of material available, but also so difficult to protect your work if you want to make money from it. It's one of the reasons I don't bother trying to claim copyright on anything (along with the fact that I just enjoy having my stuff reach as wide an audience as possible).

  16. Reminds me of my 1st wife, spanked me all the time.......Rambo

  17. I think it's about time for part three. We're late for the reception! What say the ladies?

    1. Hmm. Maybe I'll get round to part three at some point hubert. Unfortunately there's a lot of other stuff waiting to be completed. Thanks your vote, anyway! :)


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