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  For Her Own Safety

This is a dangerous world we live in. This was something that I had some difficulty relaying to my wife. At least until recently.

My wife grew up in a small town where people felt safe. Doors were left unlocked. Everyone knew each other, so there was never a need to feel any danger. After my wife and I met each other in college and married, we moved to the big city. Being from the big city myself, I knew of the inherent dangers. I had spent my life making sure that doors were locked, lights were left on, and the police were on a quick redial.

I'd come home only to find that the doors were not locked. I'd tell her about my concern and she would reply that she forgot. The only problem was that she forgot every day. I'd hear stories on the news about men breaking into women's homes. The women would end up assaulted physically, sexually, and were sometimes tortured and killed. It was getting so bad that these things were happening in broad daylight.

In order to further protect my wife, I had a security system installed that would protect her whenever she was home alone. I carefully showed my wife how to turn the alarm on and off and how to use the system to quickly call the police in case something happened or if she were any danger.

She did well for about a week, but eventually I came home to discover that the alarm was not only left off, but the door was unlocked as well. She told me that the alarm was a pain in the butt to turn on all the time. She had meant to lock the door but she had just forgotten. This time I got very angry. I told her that if she didn't care about her own safety, that I did and if she ever left the alarm off again, she was going to pay for it with a spanking. She looked at me as if I was crazy. I told her that I meant it. My wife smiled and assured me that she would make sure that the alarm system would be on.

Again, she remained true to her word for a couple of weeks. Then one night I came home to again discover that the alarm system was off. She did however lock the door, but it just wasn't enough. I could hear the shower running so I slowly opened the door and and stood outside the shower stall and waited for her to finish. After a minute passed, she slid the curtain back only to discover me standing the with my arms crossed and as much steam coming out of my ears at was coming from the shower. She screamed from the surprise. I looked at her and said, "Come here to me right now young lady!"

She stood in the shower, naked and wet in disbelief, "What?", she stammered, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to teach you a lesson." I replied calmly.

She started crying, "But honey, I locked the door. It's just such a pain in the ass trying to work around that alarm!"

"Well, now it's going to be a pain in the ass for not setting the alarm."

I stepped forward and helped her out of the tub. "Can't I even dry myself?" she cried.

"No, you can dry yourself when I'm finished." I sat down on the toilet seat and laid her naked wet bottom across my knee and flattening my hand as stiff as I could, I started slapping her in quick, stinging slaps. Her wetness seemed to increase stinging she felt as she wiggled on my lap from each slap.

"Please honey, It hurts! I'll turn on the alarm, I promise!"

She tried to get up, but I only pushed her forward with my free hand and continued slapping her behind with more speed and force.

"Do you know what would have happened to you if I had been a stranger?! Do you? Your butt wouldn't be stinging. God only knows what would happen to you! You keep telling me that you'll protect yourself, so now it's up to me to make sure you protect yourself! I want that alarm on! I want the doors locked! Both! Do you hear me!"

"YES!!" She cried.

I spanked and spanked until I noticed that she was no longer squirming and wailing. She just laid across my lap and sobbed. I realized that she had had enough. I stopped spanking her and reached over and picked up some lotion to rub on her bright red bottom. She jumped a little as I rubbed lotion on her sore butt, but her sobs lessened as she realized the spanking was over. I let her up and told her to get me a towel and I would dry her off. I gingerly and gently dried her as she looked at me with an ashamed and slightly confused look on her face. After I was done I led her to the bedroom and asked to lay on the bed with me so I could hold her. She held onto me for several minutes and lightly sobbed. I told her how much I loved her. I told her that I loved her so much that I would punish her this way whenever she put herself in this kind of danger. I felt that a sore bottom was better than having her raped, killed, or both. After a while she looked into my eyes.

"I love you...I'm sorry."

"I know." I said. "I love you too!"