John Hudson Jr's Life Stories

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George walks toward his loving wife Brenda, she had just told the most fascinating story about the time when she had snuke away from George on their recent honeymoon in Egypt. She had shoplifted the most delightful set of earrings from a small shop in Cairo. It was the funniest story she had ever told. The entire family laughed, even George thought that it was entertaining.

Once George was standing in front of Brenda he put his hands on his hips, "Brenda do you know what they do to thieves in Egypt."

Brenda stopped laughing at her story, "No I don't Georgie, what do they do?"

George shook his head, how could she be that stupid to actually steal in a foreign country. "Well I'll tell you, at the worst they cut off a hand, at the least you'd have gotten a few years in prison. It wouldn't have been some country club prison like they have here in America, It'd been a hellhole. With rapes and beatings if you where lucky."

George stepped towards Brenda and took her hand in his, "You know pussy cat, I think what you truly need is to be sent back to Egypt and to spend a year in one of those hell holes. But I love you, so I couldn't do that. But what I can do is beat you like they do in those prisons."

Brenda stood up, "Beat me, what do you mean, beat me. Your not the type of man who would beat a woman are you." She got closer to him and tried to snuggle her way out of a bad situation. "You just aren't, I know you're not sweetie cakes."

"No my sweetie I'm not, but I am the type of man who would turn his unbelievably stupid wife over his knee and spank some sense into her, spank her like a disobedient child."

Brenda looked over at her father, "Daddy, stop him, tell him that you won't let him. Tell him I'm to old to be spanked."

The father put his hands up in front of himself, "Your out of my control now baby. Your George's wife, his to handle in whatever way's he thinks best."

Brenda looked over to her mother, who looked at her husband. Brenda's father said to his wife, "Don't say a word, If you had been that stupid, you'd be over my knee this very minute, mother and all."

Brenda looked back at her father, "Daddy no."

George took that as his cue and grabbed Brenda by the ear and pulled her over to a chair. He sat down and put her squirming squealing body over his knee."

Brenda looked around the room, No one stepped up to do anything. Some of the women weren't even looking at her anymore. "Oh someone please help me, don't let him do this." She looked back at George, "George in the name of god please not here, not in front of everyone."

George had clamped is arm over her waist, he looked at Brenda's 6 year old sister, "Gloria be a good little girl and run into the bathroom and fetch ole Georgie the back scrubber, would you please." The child turned and ran off on her new errand.

"Gloria don't, get back here. Brenda has a shinny new half dollar if you don't." But Gloria was on an errand and was off.

Brenda looked around the room, 7 other adults and five children. Not one of them would lift a hand to help poor Brenda. She looked up at her feminist aunt. "Aunt Rebecca, you'll stop him, in gods name this isn't right. Stop him. You're always saying a man doesn't have the right to do to any woman what she doesn't want done. Well."

But Rebecca wouldn't even look in Brenda's direction. All the others including the children where sitting or standing there watching the scene unfold before them.

Brenda could now hear Gloria running down the hallway, her fait literally in her small hands. "Gloria, Georgie has changed his mind, he doesn't want to bath brush anymore." Brenda would try anything to not get spanked, even lying to a child.

George gave Brenda a whack on her backside for lying, "Ouch." For that lie Brenda, you get six extra. "Oh no, no, no. This isn't right. Somebody stop him before it's too late." Brenda was shaking her head from side to side.

Brenda struggled and Gloria emerged through the door holding the awful back scrubber. It was about 18 inches long with a bristle area about 6 inches long.

Gloria ran up to George and handed him the brush. Brenda looked back at him and pleaded with her eyes, Her eyes seemed to be saying, No George, please I'll be good. But what she actually said was, "No George, please I'll be good."

Gloria turned to her mother, "Mommy has Brenda been a bad girl and is Georgie going to spank her."

Brenda's mother bent to talk to the child, she lifted her up and sat her down on her knee. "Yes Gloria, Brenda has been a very, very bad girl and Georgie is going to spank her just like daddy does you when you're bad."

Gloria turned to look at her father, "Daddy if Gloria has been bad, why don't you spank her, you're her father too aren't you."

Graham, hemmed and hawed, "Because my dear Daddy may be Brenda's daddy too, but Georgie is Brenda's husband and it's now up to him to disciple her when she's been bad."

While all this has been going on, George has lifted Brenda's dress and lowered her panties. He has been lecturing her on the evils of stealing, especially in a foreign land.

Gloria looks at her mother, "Mommy if Georgie spanks Brenda because he's her husband. Has daddy ever spanked you, he's your husband."

Maxcene looked at her husband and lied, "No Gloria Daddy has never spanked mommy." She thought it was best if a child didn't know that her daddy spanks her mommy. It would cause to many complications in her young life. Plus she might run around and tell people about the spanking of her mother.

George was finally through lecturing his wife and he immediately brought the brush down on her backside, Crack it went, "Ouch," went Brenda. She had long since started crying, the anticipation of the spanking had caused her to start crying some five minutes earlier.

She had hoped that by starting to cry George wouldn't spank her, but of course this technique of getting out of a spanking just didn't work.

Crack, crack, crack, three more in quick secession. "Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow." Was Brenda's reply.

She squirmed and struggled, trying in all desperation to get off that knee and avoid another swat. But to no avail, Crack went to brush again and again "Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow," went Brenda, again and again.

She looked up at her father, the man she had trusted all of her life to protect her, for help, "Pleeeease daddy, oh pleeeease stop him. It's not right."

The father just sat there and allowed George to spank her. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

She had had seven so far, but to her it felt like 20. Her backside was unfire and starting to turn a gently pink in color. Whack, Whack, Whack, "Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow."

Brenda's right hand had broken free of George's grip and she was trying to cover her burning ass with it, but to no avail. George just let the next three fall on the area of her bottom that Brenda's hand wasn't over. First one side than the other, than back again. Crack, Crack, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow, Yeeeeeeow."

Brenda my dear your spanking would be over now if you hadn't lied to your sister, but now you have six more to go or as I like to say, six of the best. Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack. The six came so fast and furious that Brenda could only scream once for the lot, but what a scream it was. "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." Her face had turned red from the screams and the breathing she wasn't doing during the spanking.

She just lay there crying for a few minutes. Thanking god that it was finally over. Now wanting to say anything for fear that he might decide that another spanking was in order. By the time she had gotten up, everyone else except for her and George had gone into eat.

Once she was off his lap, she turned and ran into her mother's bedroom and cried for most of the night, or until George came in to tell her it was time to go home.

George on the other hand went into dinner. as he sat down Gloria asked where Brenda was. "Brenda, my dear isn't feeling to well at the moment, she has decided to have a lie down on mommies bed until later."

As Gloria began to eat she said, "Oh, I hope she's feeling better, can I have her chicken mommy."

"No Gloria, mommy will take her something in after we've finished eating."

During the evening Gloria went into see Brenda. She had a pillow in her hand. "Brenda do you want my spanking pillow."

Brenda shifted on the bed to look at her. "Your spanking pillow."

Gloria reached out her hand with a pillow in it. "Yes, when daddy spanks me and I get sent to my room. I use it for sitting on. It helps."

Brenda reached out and took it, "Thank you butter cup."

Gloria then turned and left the room. Brenda put the pillow to another use. She put her head on it and cried. Thinking to herself as she did. Imagine being spanked in front of all those people. He could have waited till we got home at least.

At the end of the evening, after George had gone in to tell her, Maxcene went into see Brenda and to tell her that it was time for her and George to go home. "Brenda you and George have to go home now."

Maxcene sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her daughter's dress up, "Mother I'm never going to go with that man again, never."

Maxcene could see through the panties that her daughter's backside was scarlet. "Yes you will young lady, if not I'll get you father in here and he'll have a talking with you." Brenda knew what that meant. It was code for he'd spank you as well. Because when she was growing up and her father had to come into the bedroom and have a talking with her one of them usually got spanked and it wasn't her father,

Brenda sat up on the bed gingerly, "But mama he spaaaanked me."

Her mother put her arm around Brenda and gave her a hug, "Brenda, If I left your father every time he spanked me, well I don't know where you'd be, or Gloria for that matter."

Brenda sniffled, "Mama, you don't mean that daddy spanks you as well."

"You may not remember this, but your father spanked me once right in front of you. It was the most humiliating spanking he ever gave me."

Maxcene got up and lifted the back of her dress and showed her a tiny bruise. "That young lady was from 3 weeks ago. You remember I got that ticket for racing the car against another car on the street. Your father and I don't believe it's right that a child should know that their mommy gets spanked. We made sure you didn't until now and Gloria still doesn't. If it hadn't been for you hiding behind a couch, you'd not of seen me get spanked when you where young."

Brenda stood up and headed out the door. "Oh mama men, there all alike, animals."

"Yes dear, but what animals." Maxcene smiled as she followed her daughter out the door and into the living room. Maxcene then hugged Graham and whispered in his ear. "You're getting lucky tonight."

Brenda didn't say a word to her husband all the way home, He, unlike Graham didn't get lucky that night. But she did forgive him that spanking, as she has all the spankings since.

They eventually found one thing in common that they both liked, spanking. Brenda found out it wasn't the pain of the spankings she didn't like it was the humiliation of it being in public with everyone watching it. But even that she got over, she had to. S and M clubs are so painful and so very public. She of course still doesn't even like the pain, but she can live with it. He's so good to her otherwise. As her mother had said to her all those years ago, "Yes dear, but what animals," as Brenda smiles as she had that talk about men to Janet when she turned 16, after her father had spanked Janet.