The Letter

by Flatfish

 “Come on Natalie, what have you got me for my birthday?” 

“James, it’s a secret. You will find out soon.” 

James reached into the box of Natalie’s old school work and pulled out a file. “Wow. Your work was really neat at school. It looks like you got ‘A’ for everything.”

 “Thanks”, she said giggling. “I was always a good girl.”

 The couple had come to Natalie’s mum’s house because she was having a clear-out. They were sorting through a box of Natalie’s old school work. 

“Oh yeah”, laughed James, “things have changes quite a bit in five years then.” 

Natalie thumped her husband playfully on the arm. “I have hardly changes at all”, she said.  “In fact I bet I can still get into my old school uniform”. 

“What? Don’t tell me your mum has kept that as well.” 

“Yes. She kept all my old stuff. Its upstairs in the wardrobe” 

“Well there’s no chance,” said James, trying to goad his wife into running up to her old bedroom to try it on. “Come on then. Prove it.” 

“Ha. You just want to see me dress up as a naughty schoolgirl. I bet it’s turning you on just thinking about it.” 

James just grinned. 

“OK then”, said Natalie. “Mum won’t be back for a couple of hours. I’ll show you.” 

Natalie left the room and James continued browsing through her old schoolwork. He picked up another sheaf of papers and as he lifted them a brown envelope fell out and dropped to the floor.  He put down the papers and picked up the envelope. It was a letter to “The Parents of Natalie Sharp”. It was still sealed. Curious, he carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. The envelope contained a letter describing how the constant bad behaviour of Natalie and her fiend Julie had resulted in an elderly teacher, Miss Granger, leaving the school on long term sickness. 

“So”, thought James. “It seems that Natalie wasn’t always a good girl after all. In fact she was a very bad girl.” 

Up in her old room, Natalie pulled out her old school blazer and a short grey pleated skirt, a white shirt and school tie. She kicked off her shoes and removed her jeans and jumper, stripping down to a lacy white bra and panties. The shirt was a little tight; she had blossomed a bit in five years. The grey skirt was shorter than she remembered but her waist was slim and the pleats of the skirt hid the fact that her bottom, though firm was now a bit shapelier than it had been. Finally she fastened the school tie and slipped on the blazer. Looking at her self in the mirror she felt like a sixteen-year-old again getting ready for school. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. Lifting her skirt she checked how good her bottom looked in her white panties, especially chosen for her husband’s birthday treat. 

Downstairs, James weighed up what to do about the letter. For years he had fantasised about putting Natalie over his knee and spanking her hard. Even when they were teenagers at school, long before he had plucked up the courage to ask her out, he had imagined scenarios that always ended in Natalie being soundly spanked. Later, when they were engaged he often gave her a playful slap on the bottom or threatened to put her over his knee but it always ended in giggles and cuddles. He never had the courage to tell her what he really wanted. He was always afraid she wouldn’t understand, she would think he was weird and maybe leave him. Now they were married and James still kept his desire a secret. But today, fate had handed him a golden opportunity. His wife really had been a naughty schoolgirl who had escaped a well-deserved punishment. But could he do it? How would she react? 

Taking the letter he wondered over to the bottom of the stairs. He cleared his throat. “Natalie! Come down here.” he said. 

Natalie appeared at the top of the steps, brushing her long straight red hair. He was momentarily stunned by how sexy she looked in her old school uniform. His gorgeous twenty-one year old wife transformed once again to that sixteen-year-old schoolgirl that he had longed to spank. This really was a an opportunity that he couldn't ignore.

“Natalie, come down here, now!” 

He wandered back into the lounge and moments later Natalie followed him. She put the hairbrush down on the coffee table. 

“What’s the matter,” she said, looking troubled by her husband’s tone. James sounded unusually forceful. 

James handed her the letter. “I found this amongst your things, still sealed, a letter that you should have given to your parents.” 

Natalie read the note. “James, that was five years ago. I’m a different person now. I feel really bad about poor Mrs Granger but It wasn’t just me. Anyway”, she giggled, “Julie’s was punished enough for both of us.” 

“Why? What happened to Julie?” 

“I went with Julie to her house after school,” said Natalie. We didn’t think her mum would shout too much if I was there as well but her mum went ballistic. She was shouting and wagging her finger and the more she shouted the angrier she got. She told Julie to stay right where she was and then stormed off to the bedroom. When she came back she had a hairbrush with her, one of those heavy wooden ones. I couldn’t believe what was happening. It looked like Julie was going to get spanked. I sneaked away. The mood Julies mum was in I was frightened that I would be next.” 

“So you never told your mum.” 

“No. I wouldn’t have minded a spanking. I deserved it really.” said Natalie, taking off her blazer and throwing it in a chair, “but my mum wouldn’t have done that. She would have been all disappointed and moody, dragging the gilt trip out for weeks. I just couldn’t do it.” 

“Well I don’t think its right that only Julie was punished. You said yourself that you deserved to be spanked. I don’t see what’s changed. You still deserve it. Maybe your mum wouldn’t do it but I will.” 

“Ha,” laughed Natalie. “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Now you know full well what happens to girls who say that,” said James taking a step forward. 

“Now James! Just a minute.” Julie giggled nervously and started backing away. “This all happened five years ago. I am twenty-one now, an adult. I’m too old to be spanked. I’ll bet Mrs Granger has forgotten all about it.” 

James ignored Natalie’s protests. "You might be an adult but your dressed like a naughty schoolgirl and your going to be punished like a naughty schoolgirl." He reached out, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to the couch.

“James, no, you can’t do this. Stop!” she cried, as with a flick of his arm he sent her sprawling face down over his knee. “James I’ll never forgive you for this!” 

Despite her protests, Natalie was still giggling and did not offer much resistance. She clenched her fists and kicked her legs a little, but James had no difficulty holding her in place with an arm over her waist. “Now,” he said. “What happened to Julie? Skirt up and knickers down was it?” 

“James!” she screamed. “Don’t you dare!” 

James laughed and slapped his hand down on the seat of Natalie’s short skirt. 

“Ow!” she said. 

James had longed for this moment for so long. He could not believe it was actually happening. He wanted to savour every moment. 

“Let - me - go James!” said Natalie, wriggling and struggling to get up. 

“Not just yet sweetheart. Not until you’ve had your just deserts.” 

James held her waist firmly, pinning her in position and smacked his hand down again on her upturned bottom, harder this time, “Owch!” then again, and again. James continued the punishment without pausing, sometimes alternating between cheeks and sometimes building up the sting by smacking repeatedly in one place.  Natalie squealed and squirmed, crying out and struggling to escape. Eventually he stopped and lifted her skirt to examine his handiwork. Natalie’s bottom was a rosy pink, contrasting with the pure white of her panties. 

He released Natalie’s waist and she struggled to her feet. Her face was flushed, almost tearful and she rubbed furiously at her bottom. 

“Are you happy now!” she said angrily. 

James was really turned on by the sight of his wife as a well-spanked schoolgirl, but he was wondering if he had gone too far. He was just about to apologise when she turned her back to him and looked over her shoulder. 

“Pity it didn’t hurt!” she said mockingly and flicked up the back of her skirt at him. 

Natalie marched towards the door but James flew off the couch and grabbed her by the arm. “You little minx,” he said. “Now you’re really going to get it.” 

“Nooo!” cried Natalie as James wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet and carrying her back to the couch. “Let me go! Let me go!” 

James sat down and swung his wife back into place over his knee. “I don’t think we need this in the way,” he said pushing her skirt up to her waist and revealing her perfect panty covered bottom. “But I think we need this!” He reached out for the hairbrush. 

Natalie shrieked and struggled harder when she realised what was about to happen. “No James, no! Please! I didn’t mean it. I’ve learned my lesson. Let me go!” 

James weighed the hairbrush in his hand. It was surprisingly substantial. It could have been made for spanking. He raised it and swiftly smacked it down on his wife’s already spanked bottom, scorching the right cheek, scarcely protected by the thin material of her panties. The effect was dramatic. Natalie cried out and tears welled up in her eyes. She tightly gripped his leg with both hands but she didn’t try to stop him. He raised the brush again and smacked it down on her left cheek, then again on the right. After six stinging whacks he stopped. “Now, young lady.” He couldn’t resist the well-used phrase. “Have you learned your lesson?” 

Natalie’s answer surprised him. “I don’t know,” she mumbled sulkily. “Maybe I need teaching a bit more.” She reached back and tugged at the waist of her panties. James took the hint and pulled them down to the middle of her thighs. He raised the brush again and brought it down with a resounding thwack! on Natalie’s bare bottom. “Owwwch,” she howled. Smack! Slap! Thwack! 

Finally the spanking ended and Natalie slowly stood up. Her long red hair clung to her wet face where her tears had trickled down her cheeks.  She gently slid her hands up the back of her skirt and tenderly caressed her blazing bottom. James felt as though his manhood was going to burst through his jeans. He longed to strip his wife naked and make frantic and passionate love to her. Natalie said nothing but picked up her blazer and pulled another note from her pocket. She handed it to James. 

James looked at the envelope. In appearance it was the same as the first one except this envelope said “To the husband of Natalie King”. “What?” said James. “I don’t understand.” He tore open the envelope and read the note.


“Happy Birthday James

I hope you enjoyed your birthday treat.

All my Love



 “So,” said James. “You made it all up. The note was a fake?” 

“Yes.” said Natalie, wincing as she sat down on her husband’s knee. 

“But how did you know? And what made you think I would really spank you?” 

“You’ve given plenty of clues over the years but I was never really sure. Then last week you went to answer the phone and forgot to shut down the PC. That website said it all. Once I knew what you wanted I was sure I could make you spank me and I knew you would stop if I really wanted you to.” 

James ran his hand up his wife’s skirt and cupped her hot bottom. They kissed passionately. “Lets go home,” he said. “And it’s straight to bed for you young lady.” 

“Yes sir,” said Natalie meekly. “And don’t forget the hairbrush.”