Author: Jack Crawford Title: Random Number Generator Summary: A computer program spices up a married couples spanking life! Keywords: dom, MF, humil, md, spank, exhib <!--ADULTSONLY--> Copyright: 2010 Some people, perhaps most, would find the relationship between my wife, Jan, and I unsavory ... odd, at least. I suspect that you, dear reader, would not ... given the fact that you are reading this publication. For the entirety of our 12 year marriage and, indeed, much of our courtship before, I have dealt with my wife's many troubling habits and quirks of personality with a firm hand. Said firm hand generally being applied with rigorous, but loving, force to her rather saucy, and almost always bare, backside. Yes, some would call me a monster or a freak, but my wife and I agree that a good spanking is often called for, and always clears the air when she has behaved badly. And, before you ask, I have occasionally, but rarely, been on the receiving end of a spanking, suffering her displeasure. That, I must admit, is a very rare occurrence, Jan's behavior demanding rather frequent attention and correction. Although I sometimes allow my superior "airs", as Jan calls them, to antagonize her or insult friends, those episodes are, fortunately, rare. But, that is another story entirely. Jan's spoilt nature and general brattiness have her upended over my knee with regularity. I have suggested that she actually enjoys the attention and the spankings, but she has always vehemently denied the suggestion. At times her denials have been obnoxious to the point as having earned her a spanking at that very moment. She may deny her attraction to spanking, but as is so often said, "actions speak louder than words." When she has earned a trip over my knee, she always attempts to bargain her way out of the spanking. Truthfully, she did manage to postpone a spanking once or twice, because her bribes were sufficiently unusual and intimate that my attention was diverted. Temporarily. At the conclusion of the activity (which you will understand should remain in the privacy of the conjugal bed), Jan still received the spanking that she had earned, but more severely for her having tried to use trickery and deceit to divert me from my task. She often begs and pleads for forgiveness or she makes excuses or blames others for her behavior, quite often it is a combination of tactics. I, for one, have tired of that game, believing that "justice delayed is justice denied." Jan never seems to understand that if she has earned a bottom warming, then she will receive a bottom warming. Whining and delaying simply infuriates me and makes it all the worse for her! I have often mused that, perhaps, a more stern and forceful spanking is exactly what she is trying to provoke. Well, then she has been successful. I have spanked her with my hand and all sorts of instruments including paddles, straps, hairbrushes, slippers, switches, canes, and some rather unusual items that were handy at the moment. It was my unhappiness with her negotiating tactics when a spanking is necessary, and my own interest in computers that prompted me to develop what I have called, "The Appeal Process." Very simply, it is a computer program that allows the miscreant an opportunity to negotiate an easier spanking, or even out of a spanking altogether. Of course, the soon to be spanked offender might just earn a more harsh sentence than would have otherwise been merited. You see, although there is a sophisticated algorithm for determining the culprit's fate, there is also a random number generator that lies at the core of the process. Admittedly, the odds are stacked heavily in favor of punishment, but I am a fair man and it is possible to beat the system ... if you're damned lucky! A series of questions determines the fate of the, probably, soon to be spanked offender. The odds for escaping a spanking altogether are exactly 3 in 256 (slightly more than 1%.) And, just to make things interesting, it is possible for the roles to be reversed. That is, if my wife earned a spanking it would be possible that she would paddle my backside! Possible, yes. Probable, no! The odds of such an occurrence are an incredible 1 in 16,384! Jan was intrigued by the little program. I had initially thought she would resist, but it became much more of a game to her. For me, I no longer had to listen to the tiresome excuses and rationalizations when she tried to escape what she so often deserved. Since we have adopted the program, Jan has earned some 12 or so spankings and (I must confess this still baffles me!) she is eager to argue her case with the computer. One time, for the rather minor offense of failing to pick up the dry cleaning, she received 6 very nasty strokes of the cane. She would normally have received a rather light hearted hand spanking and I was surprised at the good spirit with which she took her caning. I expected the whole system to fall apart when we saw what the computer decreed as her punishment. I think it is the uncertainty of the punishment that she is to receive that excites her. Her last spanking was an interesting affair. Jan had been rather rude to a business associate of mine at a cocktail party. Apparently he had made some suggestive remark that she did not appreciate and thereupon hurled her drink into his face. I can not abide boorishness, especially from coworkers, but Jan could have easily terminated the conversation without incident. I was embarrassed beyond description when I saw the Bloody Mary splashed into his face to drip onto his shirt, suit and tie only to badly stain them. I was seething when we returned home. "Go boot up the PC," I told my bride, "You know what you've earned!" She rushed up the stairs and turned on the computer and began the program. Even though she knows how the program always begins, she waits for the instructions then follows them as the computer systematically issues its orders. As I entered the room, the computer was already indicating the first screen. It said, in big bold letters, "SOMEONE HAS EARNED A SPANKING!" Jan was settled into the chair in front of the PC and when she noticed my presence, she hit the "Enter" key, read the instructions on the new screen and scurried to comply. What the program instructs her to do, is to first change into the tiniest, scantiest underwear that she has (it would apply to me also, but I have yet to be found guilty of a spanking offense) and nothing else. Then she has to return and lay out the following: [1] Several short lengths of rope. [2] A paddle (we have a stout leather paddle for this purpose) [3] An 18" ruler [4] A razor strop or belt (I have a heavy western belt for this purpose) [5] Pruning shears [6] A hairbrush [7] A cane. All of the items are kept handy in the desk on which the PC sits, so Jan only had to change. That did not take long, and she was her usual, stunning self as she returned in a tiny bra and panty ensemble of sheer pink nylon. Her nipples and the hairy patch between her legs were clearly visible beneath the fabric. She busied herself neatly laying out the seven items listed by the computer. The next segment takes entries from both of us. We identify who is to be punished, the nature of the offense (a running total is maintained as well as a calendar to determine the date since the last similar offense as well as the last spanking date), and how serious the offense is deemed to be. Next in the program is what I call "The Excuse Phase." Jan answered the next series of questions: What caused your behavior: (A) I was provoked by someone, (B) It was a mistake, (C) I don't know what you are talking about, (D) I was feeling mischievous, (E) I was feeling naughty. She answered "A". Given the same set of circumstances, would you: (A) Do it all over again, (B) Try not to repeat it, but probably do it again anyway, (C) Try not to repeat it, and probably be successful, (D) Never, ever do so again? She answered "B". At least she was being truthful, I thought. Do you think your behavior was understandable, given the circumstances: (A) Understandable to whom? (B) Only a moron wouldn't understand, (C) You had to be there, (D) I doubt it, (E) I was feeling irritable and it happened, OK? Jan answered a non-committal "A". Having designed the system, that type of answer only makes matters worse. I, of course, have not told Jan that, and she has yet to figure that out! How "public" was your display of bad behavior: (A) It would have been more private if it had been on national TV, (B) Everyone in the building saw, (C) Everyone in the room saw, (D) several people know, mostly by word of mouth, (E) It was so private, I'm still shocked I got caught. I would have thought Jan would answer "C", but inexplicably she typed in "A". When I am in a loving mood, my favorite instrument of correction is: (A) hand, (B) paddle, (C) ruler, (D) switch, (E) cane. I've seen it before, Jan always answers "A". When I have been very naughty, I feel I deserve punishment with the: (A) hand, (B) paddle, (C) ruler, (D) switch, (E) cane. Almost always, Jan answers "A" to this question, tonight she answered "D". I must admit my curiosity was piqued. I feel spankings accomplish the following: (A) it thrills and excites the spanker, (B) it thrills and excites the spankee, (C) it teaches the spankee right from wrong, (D) it reinforces the spanker's supremacy, (E) I don't have any choice, this question is bull shit. This question allows multiple answers and Jan, who would normally have entered just "E", entered both "A" and "B". My eyebrows arched as I watched. Given a choice, I would recommend: (A) Promising not to repeat the behavior and skipping the spanking, (B) If someone has to be spanked, I'll spank you, (C) I should receive a token spanking because I have learned my lesson, (D) I've been very naughty and my punishment should fit the crime, (E) Spank me hard so that I won't be able to sit for a week. Another surprise. Instead of the standard "B", Jan answered "E". She must really be in the mood for a bottom warming, I thought. Several "yes" and "no" questions followed. Jan's answers follow the questions. Would you agree to oral sex if it would reduce your punishment? (Yes.) Would you agree to wear stockings and garter belt if it would reduce your punishment? (Yes.) Would you agree not to wear panties for a week if it would reduce your punishment? (No.) Are you ready? (Yes.) At the last "yes", the computer whirred and made strange noises. Actually, it takes milliseconds to determine the fate, but I thought it would be nice to have a deliberate pause and cause some anxiety for the person about to be spanked. The final decision was made, and it appeared on the screen. This was a multi-part punishment, not something standard, but we've had some of these come up before. However, the use of the pruning shears finally became known to my wife, who had been asking why they were listed as required items. Her fate: "Jan, you have been very naughty and have earned a vigorous switching ... and that's just for starters. Dressed exactly as you are, you will go out to the back yard and cut at least three branches from the mulberry tree. You will trim them before coming back inside where you will be switched on your bare bottom 24 times. After you have been switched, you will perform oral sex on Jack and return to the keyboard for further instructions. Failure to follow these instructions will earn you 6 hard strokes from the cane, to be repeated until compliance with the instructions is complete." "Jack, you devious bastard!" complained my wife. "I can't go outside dressed like this!" "You can, and you will," I answered. Then, picking up the cane and the pruning shears I offered her the choice. Unhappily she snatched the shears from my hand and stormed out of the room. I followed, finding this turn of events highly entertaining. It was very late at night, and a dark night at that, as Jan ensured all the house lights were off then rushed quickly out the kitchen door to the large mulberry tree. Several suitable branches were within her reach and she snipped off three. She hurried back to the porch where she began to strip off the leaves from the branches. I opened the door and offered to turn on the light so she could see. I won't repeat the vulgarity she uttered. Her task completed we returned upstairs, the switches now in my hand. Jan preceded me up the stairs and I must admit that it was a thoroughly enjoyable journey, watching her rolling buttocks beneath the revealing panties. I could hardly wait to stripe those juicy cheeks! Back in the computer room, I pulled out a padded bar stool that was their for just this purpose. My wife immediately assumed the proper position and I peeled down her skimpy panties. I ran my hand slowly over the offered backside, relishing its warmth and smoothness. "Twenty-four, I believe," was my simple announcement. The only response from my wife was a tempting jiggle of her bottom. Seizing one of the branches, I stepped back and took aim. My first stroke demanded little effort other than a good, quick flick of the wrist and a keen eye. That stroke smacked neatly in the exact center of Jan's bountiful bottom. The sharpness of the stroke surprised her and she squealed ever so slightly as her knees buckled in reaction. Slowly, I administered seven more strokes, working slightly, but ever, higher from the first and center cut. By the eighth stroke, Jan was uttering several "ooh's" and "aah's", her legs and bottom twitching with each cut. I changed branches and placed eight more strokes with the new branch below the initial stroke, working down towards her thighs. Being the meatier portion of this part of her anatomy, I put a little extra effort into each stinging cut. Despite the restriction of her panties about her knees, Jan began to dance a bit with each stroke to the accompaniment of her wordless vocal solo. Picking up the last switch, I wondered where to strike next. The first of the last eight strokes was aimed diagonally across both cheeks, laying across most of the first sixteen cuts. What a reaction that caused! Jan jerked and hollered, but held her position even as she begged me to go easier on her. Ha! I gave her three more diagonal cuts that really had her squirming. In fact, she jerked so much, on the fourth stroke that one of her breasts popped free of her bra. I allowed her to tuck it back into place before continuing. The final four strokes she received high across the back of her thighs and by the time the last one bit feverishly into her tender skin, she was begging me to resume the switching on her already hotly crossed bottom. Insisting that she pull up her panties when the switching was over, Jan ruefully complied, gingerly tugging the thin, tight material over the sensitive ridges left by the switches. She rubbed her hot crossed buns, and leered suggestively at me. Jan then pushed me down into a large easy chair and undid my pants. I'll leave you to imagine how she complied with the command to perform oral sex, but I will tell you that the switching had encouraged my wife to new levels of energy. I was completely satisfied with her performance. Finished, Jan sat sensitively in the chair in front of the computer, striking the "Enter" key to continue. She was not happy with conclusion of her punishment: "Naughty, Naughty, Jan! You misbehave in public and become an embarrassment. Gather up the 3 switches and return outside with Jack. You will stand beneath the mulberry tree, strip naked and grasp the highest branch possible. Then Jack will give you 3 more strokes with each of the 3 switches and all will be forgiven. Remember the cane, if you can't find motivation to comply." "Jack! How could you!" Jan complained. "Actually, Jan, there is less than a 5% chance this could have happened. Of course, you brought it on yourself," I reminded. Then, grasping the switches I asked, "Shall we? Or should we have a quick session with the cane, first?" "Not on your life!" she answered. "I feel like I'm bleeding already from the switches. Let's get this over with." She took my hand and led me down the stairs and outside. As we went, I assured her that she was definitely not bleeding. Outside, in the dark, my lovely wife stripped off her bra and panties and lay them at the foot of the mulberry tree. As she did this, my eyes grew accustomed to the dark and I realized I could really see quite well. There was a half moon out that night and no clouds. I scanned the neighbor's windows and noticed all the lights were out, and could not see anyone looking out the windows at us. My neighborhood search was interrupted by Jan. "C'mon, Jack," she urged with a strident whisper, "Let's get this done. Someone is bound to see me out here naked!" Jan was completely bare, her hands grasping a branch high up in the tree. Her position caused her to stand on tip toe, and her breasts were thrust up high, sitting very pert and pointing at the neighbor's windows. I selected a switch and decided to see if I could get Jan to cry out from at least one of the nine strokes. It was harder to do than I had thought. First, she was terrified of being discovered in her current state, but more importantly, the switches had all been used and were somewhat limp. Never the less, I put all my effort into each of the nine strokes. Jan danced and cursed under her breath, but did not utter any very audible sounds. Until the last stroke. I had turned the switch to strike from a different angle and it cut hard into her well striped bottom. She shrieked at the top of her voice, and it cut through the clear night air like a siren. Suddenly lights began popping on in a number of the homes around us, and we scurried to pick up her underclothes and escape to the privacy of our house. I don't think anyone really saw us, but the Potters, who live right behind us, have given us some unusual looks since that incident. I get the feeling they know or suspect something, and I also think they may be interested in the same type of activity. Bill Potter, if you are reading this, give me a call and let me show my little program. It's just the thing for a naughty wife! You might be interested in the amorous side effects of a good sound spanking. Oh! the stories I could tell you.