Spanking Shorts 8: Wives Spanked by their Father-in-law

Ten fathers-in-law. Ten closed doors. And the husband never finds out.

The earlier books in the Spanking Shorts series gave you Victorian discipline, mature women, young wives, and wives spanked by their mothers-in-law. This book gives you something different.

The father-in-law.

He has known the family longer than the marriage. He has been watching since before the wedding. He has the full picture that only time and attention provide. And in every one of these ten stories he has decided, with the authority of someone who has been assessing the situation for considerably longer than he has been acting on it, that this is the moment.

Or he has been asked. Directly. By the woman who has been imagining him doing it and who has run out of patience for imagining.

Ten stories. Ten distinct authorities. A retired barrister who comes downstairs in his dressing gown to find a paint tin four inches from his grandmother’s Persian rug and who addresses the situation with the warm, specific comedy of a man who has spent thirty years being the most authoritative person in every room and who finds a Saturday morning in the Cotswolds no different. A management consultant in a Moorgate office who hears his daughter-in-law say, on a Tuesday evening with the building empty: I have been imagining you spanking me for three years and I would like to stop imagining it. A former High Court judge in his Gloucestershire study at eleven o’clock while his anniversary party continues on the lawn, addressing the barrister daughter-in-law who mentioned his overturned 1994 ruling at his dinner table and who knew exactly what she was doing when she mentioned it.

A landscape architect in the Scottish Highlands who overheard something careless said about his son on the phone, who sat with it for twenty-four hours, and who addresses it on a Wednesday afternoon in a cottage with the loch through the window. A concert pianist in an Edinburgh music room who has known for six weeks that the errors were deliberate and who addresses each of the four of them on a Thursday evening when the house is private. A consultant surgeon in a Hampshire kitchen with a sleeping husband in the next room and thirty minutes and the specific precision of a man who understands that the right intervention at the right moment is everything, addressing a daughter-in-law who thought he would not notice the 1989 Chambolle-Musigny missing from his cellar.

A documentary filmmaker in a Soho cutting room who looks at a wrong date in the archive footage three days before a preview screening and says to the researcher who introduced it: this is not a mistake. A retired GP in a Dorset house who has two days before his daughter-in-law goes home after six weeks of recovery, and who has been deciding for most of those six weeks whether to address what he has been watching her do to his son’s relationship with him for eleven years. A former QC in Gray’s Inn chambers who has been reading his daughter-in-law accurately for twenty-two years and who addresses what he has been reading on a February afternoon when her husband is in Barcelona, and who listens to her no with the patience of forty years of courtrooms and tells her exactly what he understands the no to contain.

And a retired Oxford professor in his library who says I cannot and means it, who hears his daughter-in-law address each element of the cannot directly and honestly and who stands up not because the cannot has been resolved but because it has been named and the naming was the thing that made it possible. That story ends in the library after she has gone. He is alone. He is not certain. The closing image is his uncertainty and the real thing sitting alongside each other in the March afternoon.

Read them in any order. But read them.

All characters 18+. Explicit M/F sexual content, consensual spanking and power exchange, multiple implements and contemporary settings across ten standalone stories.

The father-in-law. The closed door. And the husband is never going to know.