Story: Ingredients For The Perfect Spanking

INGREDIENTS FOR THE PERFECT SPANKING

By Tcheser

Polly looked over everything one final time. It all had to be perfect. It all had to be right. Her husband Ben would be home soon and if anything was out of place it would simply ruin what she had planned. As if checking off items on a shopping list she walked through the house the two of them shared and made certain each element was just the way she wanted it and that it was in it's particular place.

There was the dent in the fender of Ben's classic Porsche roadster which she had purposely left out in the driveway rather than in the garage where he usually kept it. It was neither too big nor too small. Not the kind one gets when one is in a serious accident. Not the kind to raise real concern. Just large enough to be readily noticeable and of the sort that one gets when one is careless parking a car.

Then there was the putter she carelessly dropped in the middle of the foyer. Not putting it back in her husband's golf bag was a nice touch she thought, but it could be improved on though she decided, and after a moment's consideration she picked up the club and broke it over her knee before returning the pieces back to where they were on the carpet. Now it would seem that whoever had used it not only didn't put it back but had also apparently broken it.

The cool draft coming from the artfully shattered upstairs window would catch someone's attention even if they missed the glass beneath their feet somehow. She was quite proud of the shot she had made to make this happen and doubted she could do it again if she tried. It was also a mess that someone should have really cleaned up, it was careless not to, but more importantly it was dangerous.


Likewise the broken vase in the hallway should have been picked up but wasn't. It would appear someone was quite lazy to have not done something about it. The vase had only broken into a couple pieces after all and hadn't even rolled off the mantel where it had been standing since Ben's spinster aunt gave it to them on their wedding day. Polly didn't really have anything against the aunt or the vase, but considered it laying there broken near the golf ball, which had clearly smashed both it and the window, far more valuable for her purposes.

Satisfied that the house was in order she went and inspected herself in her full length mirror. Just right she thought as she looked over her trim little body clad in tight short shorts, t-shirt, and cute little tennis shoes. With her fiery red hair in a high sloppy ponytail she looked just like the naughty little brat she was portraying. All that was left were the gloves. Slipping on the super soft, yet durable, white leather golfing gloves Polly smiled as she knew they would leave no doubt in Ben's mind as to whom was responsible for everything.

Laying down on their bed with a bottle of wine she then pictured how things were going to play out. After Ben found his beloved car haphazardly parked and dented, then his $500 putter broken and discarded in the foyer, the hallway window smashed in, and his aunt's wedding present broken by a golf ball, he would find his young wife laying on the bed wearing incriminating golf gloves and drinking as if she didn't have a care in world. Nothing more would be needed to drive him over the edge. It would be clear to him what needed to be done and he would give her what she so clearly deserved and needed. A long hard bare bottom spanking that would make her howl and plead for mercy.

She could hardly wait...