Naked As A Jaybird.... Birdie

I never should have married Brian. I ignored many red flags. I attributed Brian's not wanting to have premarital sex to his strict religious upbringing. But he certainly did enjoy me sucking on his penis. Our honeymoon literally sucked. Brian's idea of good sex was me sucking on his penis and he showed no inclination to reciprocate. His erection was always rock hard in my mouth but when I wanted him to enter me, he went soft and he wouldn't let me help him try again. When the disaster of our failed honeymoon ended, we moved in with Brian's parents as planned. They we're very nice and had offered us a free place to live so I could continue with my education. They were very conservative and we had to agree to follow their House Rules: Be kind and respectful with each other. Fulfil our daily responsibilities. No substance abuse, No angry outbursts and No profanity. Brian had warned me that for violations of their house rules, his parents would respond with firm old-fashioned discipline. I had no problem with any of these rules and I agreed to accept their bare bottom punishment for any violations. His parents were so good to me. And I needed their kindness so much during that difficult time in my life. I had no idea why my marriage wasn't working. Brian never wanted to touch me. What was I doing wrong? How did I mess up my life so badly? One thing I did do right was I made certain that I didn't get pregnant. Actually, there wasn't any chance of that anyway since he had no inclination to enter me with his penis. After having tried and failed during our honeymoon, he wouldn't even try again. Actually, we weren't even married because it was never consummated. I wanted so bad to be held and touched. I needed to be loved. I'm so glad I had his parents in my life. They loved me so much and wanted me to be the daughter they never had. I didn't have the heart to tell them that our non-existent marriage had failed before it had even started. I was becoming more and more distraught with Brian. He started coming home late from work and after only a few days, he announced that during the upcoming weekends, he would be away helping his friend from work with repairs at his cottage. When Brian left for work Friday morning, he had already packed his things so he could leave right after work for his friend's place. He didn't come home first and he never called. I was very distraught to be in the situation that I was in. I was so lonely, so hurt and so sad. As I came downstairs for breakfast on Saturday morning, I heard his father saying "I told you not to push him so hard to get married. We knew that he had issues and you pushed him to propose against my orders. Now he isn't being a proper spouse to Birdie. You and Brian both need to be disciplined." I reacted immediately. I thought that's not going to do any good. Then I lost it. I became very emotional. I yelled "DON'T EVEN BOTHER. HE DOESN'T LOVE ME. THIS DAMN MARRIAGE IS A FUCKING SHAM!" They were stunned. They looked at each other aghast. When I saw the looks on their faces, I felt immediate remorse. I had no right to take my anger and frustrations out on them. I felt awful. They were so good to me and I had not only broken their rules, I had broken their hopes and their hearts. Brian had told me about how, for violations of house rules, he had to present himself with his bottom bared for discipline. I immediately went up to our room. I quickly removed my skirt and replaced my panties with a skimpy thong. I calmly went back downstairs. I leaned over a table and presented myself with my bottom bared for discipline. They both looked at me and didn't say a word. Then I said "we all know what needs to be done." Barbara then realized how sorry I felt and how much I needed their loving discipline. She gave Phil a look with a nod and quietly said that she was going out now but would be back around 3pm to discipline me. Phil added that he would discipline me after dinner. Barbara told me to remove my thong panties and to leave my bottom bare until they were both finished with my discipline. I came downstairs at 2:45 to await Barbara. As we waited for Barbara, I wasn't at all shy or embarrassed. I was glad that my bottom was exposed to show my remorse and my willingness to accept their discipline. He gave me a tender look of approval while we both knew exactly what needed to be done to my very deserving bare bum. I did feel some apprehension but to my surprise, I also felt strong unexpected sensations of erotic arousal. I hadn't had sex in a long time and I was feeling very horny. Just standing next to Phil without my panties made me feel very excited and wet. When Barbara returned, she said "let's get started, young lady, you will soon learn how we deal with profanity in this house." She then sat in a chair and guided me into position over her lap and let her paddle do the talking. She alternated cheeks with each firmly applied stroke and was teaching me obedience with a very well delivered lesson. I don't know whether she was gradually paddling harder and harder but it certainly felt that way. It did hurt but it felt like a very cleansing pain that was rinsing away my awful feelings of guilt, remorse and of marital failure. Just as I was beginning to feel that I had learned my lesson, Barbara stopped for a long pause. She put some of the cream on her hands and started to tenderly rub my sore bottom. "We will be finished soon" she said "I'm just going to go over your entire bottom firmly one more time and then give you some light strokes on your thighs after which we will be done. You are doing very well and I'm very proud of you." "I know you have been through a lot. We all have. I should have listened to Phil and not pushed Brian so hard to change. Phil was right. After all, Brian didn't ask to be born different. We need to learn to love Brian as he is. I disobeyed and tried too hard to change him. I will be disciplined for that later and I know I deserve it. I'm so sorry Birdie for my part in this." She then said "let's finish this up." She then firmly paddled my bottom all over and lightly paddled my tender thighs. When she again applied the cream to my bottom and my thighs, her gentle loving touch felt so good. I started to cry. She guided me off her lap, stood up and hugged me. I felt so very loved. As we hugged, in between sobs, I told her that I was very sorry for my behavior and I loved her very much. She also had tears in her eyes . As I was basking in her warm affection. She said "let's go show Phil your red bottom. I want to tell him how well you accepted your discipline. I'm so proud of you, my dear sweet girl." I wasn't at all embarrassed to show Phil my red bum. He gave us both warm loving looks of approval and said "wow, you two did a great job. I'm very proud of you." I felt so much better in that moment than I had felt for a long time. At that time, I had no understanding of what it meant to be submissive but I remember feeling strong strange delightful feelings of arousal as I awaited being disciplined by Phil with my well paddled red bottom on display. The paddling did hurt as it was being applied but the pain soon started to dissipate. Barbara went into the kitchen to begin preparing dinner. I heard her tell Phil that I did need to be disciplined for my angry outburst but I also needed some tender loving touch. She told him that I never cried during the discipline but when she was rubbing the lotion on me, I began to cry and sob. She told him she was sure that some tender massage by him especially would work wonders for me. Of course, Phil was certainly welcome to massage me if he wanted to. Considering the circumstances, we had a very pleasant dinner. We were all in a good mood relaxed and friendly. Barbara and I both knew we would be disciplined that evening and we knew we deserved it. In a way, I actually looked forward to it. I wanted to be free of these lingering feelings of remorse, guilt and…