The Tune Up
Date: 5/5/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Lesbian, Spanking, Wife / MILF, Author: The_Technician, Source: sexstories.com
This is a consensual spanking story based on reality. It is actually a composite of stories from several different women. No one woman is the woman telling this story, but some of the themes of this story will resonate with many different women with emotional barrier issues. As Jack Webb used to say on Dragnet, “The names have been changed to protect the innocent.” Some of the details have also been changed, and dare I say, augmented. No, this is not a true story, but it could be. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is ... permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2016 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = * * * * * * * * * * * * The plastic ice cube was sitting on the little vanity table in the bedroom where I sit each morning to put on my makeup and earrings. Dwayne, my husband, left it there when he got up to go to work. He is a morning person and gets up as soon as light starts coming through the curtains. I tend to stay in bed until a more reasonable hour unless I have a reason to get up. The kids are old enough to get their own breakfast, so as long as I check on them before they leave for school to make sure they are properly dressed and have everything they need for the day, I have fulfilled my motherly duties for the morning. Dwayne has a really good job, so I don’t have to work. I do a lot of volunteer things while the kids are at school, but I don’t have any sort of paying job. We have a pretty good relationship and our marriage has always been in pretty good shape... except when my little problem pops up. It is always the same problem. Once in a while I withdraw inside myself and shut out everyone and everything– including Dwayne. According to my therapist it ...