Jules’ Saga Continues You all know our pretty but at times quite mischievous Jules by now, don’t you? Remember that “night out on the town” she had with some of her card-playing friends? If you do, you surely remember that her very nice husband Bill is a firm believer in spankings. In fact even before their wedding day handsome Bill realized not just that he was deeply in love with the short attractive brunette, but that he really got a big charge out of spanking her cute little behind. And spank it he did, quite a good deal over the months and years, especially after they wed and lived together in a small but very comfortable home. As almost any good spanker would do, Bill found that he liked to find different ways of spanking his cute bride. Sure over the knee spankings were very nice, but he feared Jules might grow too used to them, and they would not have the desired effect upon her behavior, so Bill looked around and found other ways of punishing her when she was naughty. One of the first “tools” he used on shapely young Jules other than his heavy palm was a nice wide wooden paddle. He had a small work shop in their garage, had some power tools, so he went out one day and cut out a thick paddle, carved a handle for easier gripping, varnished it and even inscribed Jules’ name on one side. It was HER paddle, and he would use it on no one else but her. She wasn’t impressed by the sentiment he showed in that, but she sure was more than impressed by the pain that doggone paddle brought each time he swatted her with it. For her paddling then, Bill simply told a pleading Jules to bend over with palms on desk or table with her cute bottom sticking out in the rear. He certainly knew what to do with a tempting target like that. When Jules tried to complain about how ashamed it made her feel to have to bend over that way, Bill calmly explained that her position was that school girls had assumed for years in school. Hadn’t she ever been paddled at school? And when Jules had shook her dark curls vigorously and cried out “No, Bill, no I told you I was never even spanked at school, not once”, he simply laughed and assured her, “Well you’re being paddled now, aren’t you, my darling little girl?” And of course she was at that moment. Bill found that 10 swats were just right for the short shapely brunette. And at first he applied the thick paddle to her bottom, but over her skirt. He would bring her along quite slowly, only later would he make her hike that skirt so he could spank her on her panties. Bill liked that first paddle so much that it wasn’t long before he was down in their garage cutting out a 2d paddle. This one he made much thinner and much longer. But after her used it one or two times on Jules’ cute ass, she vowed it hurt every bit as much and maybe even more than the original board of education as both of them now called Bill’s paddles. Oh and when he changed to a different paddle, Bill found a new position for his cute shapely bride to assume for her spanking. He had face the wall, stand with her palms on top of her dark curls, legs slightly apart, so he could stand beside her and swing his new narrower paddle with gusto against her firm round bottom. Still he left her skirt down as added protection against the sting of the wood. But by now since Jules was far more accustomed to receiving the paddle, Bill decided the number of swats could be increased from 10 to 15. That was IF pretty Jules hadn’t done anything really bad that day. Bill might confess to us (though he wouldn’t tell Jules this) that when she didn’t give him some pretext for spanking her, he made one up. His favorite proved to be “your attitude. I am not going to stand for that kind of attitude on your part, young lady” he would chide sternly as he whacked her firm ass repeatedly. “You WILL learn to show me proper respect OR you will get many many more of these spankings”. Of course for her part Jules cried out her guilt and shame and pledged to show her husband all the respect he wanted and then some. For some strange reason and not even Bill could tell us exactly what it was, he just loved spanking his wife when she was wearing tight fitting jeans. He knew the heavier material provided her with some extra protection, but he didn’t care. Just the sight of her bending over wearing a pair of jeans really turned him on. Besides he told himself with a wide grin I can always swing my board of education just a little harder to get her to feel it through her jean material. Was his Jules ever cuter than when after he spanked her she went around for almost half an hour rubbing her injured behind through her jeans with both palms. Bill noticed with a broad smile that once or twice the cute brunette even went outside for something and while out in plain view walked around rubbing her sore butt. He wondered what their neighbors were thinking if they saw her doing it. One thing was for sure, anyone watching the cute brunette furiously rubbing her backside would know for a fact she wasn’t scratching an itch! Bill concluded it must be an instinctive move on the part of women to want to “rub” after their bottom had been blistered by a man. In year number three of their marriage Bill noticed that his Jules was getting a little careless, was putting on some extra weight, and some of it in the wrong places. So he set up an exercise program for her, even putting some equipment in one spare bedroom where she could “work out”. The problem was that Jules hated it. It made her “sweaty”, made her feel like a female “jock”, and she didn’t like that. She was a girl and she wanted to remain very feminine, dainty and sweet smelling like a girl should be. So she kinda shirked her exercises, especially if Bill weren’t there watching her. In fact the very first time Bill ever used his new cane on her shapely rear was for her goofing off in the exercise room. He was home but she thought he was busy in his den doing some paper work. Her mistake. Instead of working out as she was told to, Jules was sitting looking out the window munching on a cookie when Bill looked in to see how she was doing that afternoon. To put it mildly he wasn’t happy with what he saw. “Hmmppp” he snorted angrily, “so THIS is how you do your exercises, is it?” Well I think you need some exercise of a different kind, my girl. Get those sweat pants off right now and wait right here. I’ll be back in a minute”. And with that Bill left the room and Jules meekly removed her gray sweat pants. She knew he was going to spank her. She had little doubt of that, and well truth to tell she deserved it, she had it coming. How dumb could she be to goof off when Bill was under foot? Pretty Jules’ eyes grew big as silver dollars (well make those brown dollars in her case) when she saw what Bill brought back with him. It was that new cane he had found. Up to that point he had never spanked her with it, nor did she ever want him to. From what her girl friends had told her (especially some of those she had on the internet) canes hurt like crazy. “Oh, NO, Bill” she cried out in alarm, “OH NO, not the cane, oh please not the cane. I’ll work hard, real hard. I’ll work out twice as long right now, honest I will” she vowed urgently. Her face was flushed, her shapely calves shaking like leafs in the wind. She was scared, really scared. “Yes you WILL, my girl, you certainly WILL, but not until after I’ve given you a good hard spanking with my new stick. You are going to love it, Jules my sweet, truly love it. It will make the prettiest red marks on your naughty cheeks I promise you”. Jules really didn’t want to see them. She was willing to do without that pleasure in life. “Now bend over, hands on bench, bottom out, legs spread a little more apart, don’t want you tumbling over as I spank you” Bill directed calmly. He stood beside her as Jules bent forward and put her trembling palms down on the wood bench in front of her. It was low enough to force her to double over almost, and this caused her shapely rear to stick way out and up in back. All that covered her firm round buttocks at this point were her white panties. And they were not very thick. Jules held her breath and tensed her ass as she waited for the first cut of her husband’s new cane. It came with a loud swishing sound, followed by a dull thud as wood met flesh. Jules cried out loudly in shock and in pain. “OH BILL” she hollered, “oh, Bill that hurts so, oh please NO more, honey, NO more?” Jules tried to look back up from her doubled over position at her young husband’s face, but she could not see it. Just as well, for at that moment Bill was smiling broadly, really into this first caning. He had been looking forward to using his new cane, just waiting for Jules to give him some good reason to do so. Today she had, hurrah! Bill had done his homework well before using the new cane on his cute wife. He asked around discreetly and was advised when first using a cane on a girl, it was best to limit the number of strokes to 6 or 8. Later after she grew used to being spanked with it, a man might increase the number of cane cuts to 10 or 12. Since that day was Jules’ first spanking with a cane, Bill decided to limit it to 6 strokes. As it turned out, just 6 cuts of his cane left his pretty wife blubbering worse than if he had paddled her 100 times. Man he told himself as he watched her sobbing and rubbing her brightly striped buttocks gingerly, man this cane thing must really hurt. He smiled. Ahhh he thought contentedly, another fine tool to use on my sometimes naughty Jules. Over the months Bill continued to look for new ways to spank cute Jules. He sought out other “tools” as they called them for him to use on her shapely backside. She thought he had discovered them all… belt, ruler, hairbrush, cane, paddle, razor strop… when of all things SHE gave him the idea for yet another instrument of torture. It was one of those cold rainy, miserable days, worse yet it was a weekend, so the weather kept them from going out and enjoying their time together. Instead Jules fixed them steaming cups of hot chocolate and they sat in their living room by the fireplace, where Bill had built a roaring fire. They watched the logs sputter and burn brightly. The heat felt great. Jules sighed her great contentment. Now she didn’t miss going out nearly as much. Then she did it. As it often did their conversation turned to spankings. Bill had grilled her earlier as to what kind of spankings she got as a child. So he knew she had few if any. Then she told him all about her first cousin, Mildred, or Millie as all the family called the girl. Millie was just a year younger than Jules, and they had seen a lot of one another growing up and were rather close friends. Millie had confided to Jules that the most painful type of spanking she ever got at home was from her mother of all people. “Mom makes me go out and cut her a nice thing juicy switch off our tree in the back yard, then strip off the twigs and buds and bring it to her. Then she makes me drop my jeans and panties, and she uses the switch to blister me something awful. Boy I tell you, Jules, nothing hurts your bottom and legs nearly as much as a switch.” Jules had been completely sympathetic with her cousin, and expressed her sincere hope that she would never have that unfortunate experience in her lifetime. “A switch you say?” Bill asked, his eyes lighting up as if he had just made a great discovery of some type. Jules couldn’t help but notice his expression. She groaned. Oh my lord what have I done now? Is he going to do what I think he’s going to do? To her dismay she found out he was. Bill reached in his pants pocket and took out a small pen knife. He handed it to his lovely bride as he told her, “Put on a nice warm jacket or sweater, you darling girl, then I’d like you to go out back and cut me a nice stingy switch. Want you to find out if Millie was right when she told you how painful it would be”. Jules did her best to escape this particuar form of spanking. She protested how miserable it was outside, she pointed out what a good girl she had been all week long (he hadn’t had to spank her even one time), she whined how much a switch would hurt, really hurt. Then she made what to her was the ultimate plea. “Oh don’t make me get you a switch, honey, why don’t you use my hairbrush instead? You know you love using it”. But not even the offer of her hairbrush swayed young Bill. He chuckled, shook his head, and pointed to the hallway. “Jacket or sweater, outside, nice juicy switch, back here, on the double, my girl” he told her cheerfully. She groaned her defeat and left the room. A short time later she returned carrying a long very thin branch in both hands. She held it out for him to take as if it were a votive offering of some kind. He took it from her and swished it beside her leg a few times. He grinned as he saw her flinch each time the thin wood cut the air beside her. “Hey, sweet girl, I have a great idea. Not going to spank you here in the living room today. Nope got a new position for you I’d like to try out. Come on with me, you naughty little girl, let’s go up to the bedroom.” And with that Bill led the nervous obviously worried Jules up the stairs, his arm around her waist, the switch gripped firmly in his left palm. She blushed prettily but said no more either in protest or in pleas. Once in their bedroom Bill calmly told Jules to take off her jeans, then to slip her panties down to her knees to bare her cute bottom for him. “That’s a good girl” he told her approvingly, “now just climb up on the bed and lie face down on it for me.” Again Jules did as she was told, and once she lie face down, her dark head resting on one of her forearms, Bill stood beside the bed and used the switch to spank her bare bottom briskly. She had talked about how her cousin had been spanked on her thighs as well as her bottom, so Bill decided he’d give Jules a taste of his switch on her shapely legs as well. He spanked her upraised buttocks 3 times before lashing her smooth thighs. Then 3 more for her firm round bottom globes, then another for her thighs. Bill followed the pattern 4 times in all, so by the time he sat down and took the now loudly sobbing brunette into his arms to love and comfort her, pretty Jules had received 12 cuts of his switch on her bare ass, and 4 additional cuts on her thighs. Her cute backside was now nicely streaked with red lines where the slender switch dug into her flesh deeply. Later, much later after his darling Jules had recouped her normal composure, Bill asked curiously, “Well, sweet girl, WAS it nearly as bad as Millie told you it was?” Jules nodded vigorously. “Worse, Bill. Gee I sure hope you won’t be using one on me too often?” Bill laughed and shook his head. “No I promise I won’t. I did want you to find out what it felt like, and you have. Don’t think I’ll be spanking you with a switch very often, my darling girl. Will find other ways to spank you instead.” I have to tell you, Jules’s saga didn’t end with that particular spanking. No, as the months turned into years, Bill continued spanking her. And as before he found different ways to blister her, rarely spanking her the same way or in the same position two times in a row. Maybe another time I can tell you about some of the “games” the two lovebirds played. Bill got a bang out of them, Jules was not so sure they were that much fun. But afraid that will have to wait for another story on another day. return to Grandpa's reading room