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(MF, wife, reluc, spank, husb-voy) *** This happened when my wife was a fairly inexperienced nurse in a private hospital in England where we live. She had been acting up in a senior role and was in charge of a number of patients, Fiona was enjoying her opportunity to show how well she could cope with more responsibility and we were hoping it would lead to promotion and more money, something we desperately needed as my then fledgling business was barely breaking even. One night after a particularly busy shift she came home and burst into tears. Sobbing she told me she'd done about the worst thing she could have done, and given the wrong drugs to a middle aged woman. The patient had reacted badly and emergency measures had had to be taken to remedy the situation. It had been a very tense evening and the woman's husband had been called in to be at her bedside. He of course had been extremely anxious and then, very angry. The hospital reprimanded my wife but let her carry on acting up as she had been, but said if the patient made a formal complaint and took the matter further, then my wife's position and her very job were at stake. We had an incredibly nervous few weeks. The patient was discharged and we hoped nothing more would be said. Sadly that wasn't to be the case and we were faced with a very difficult situation. A few days later my wife again broke down in tears when she returned home from work. Her senior manager had told her that the patient's husband was threatening legal action and wanted to make a formal complaint. It was up to my wife to write a groveling letter of apology and try to persuade him otherwise. She was totally distraught and was in no position to put together such a letter, so I offered to do it for her, and asked her to give me all the details of what happened. It was an easy, if not bad mistake to have made, but nonetheless I wrote on her behalf, a detailed account of what had happened and pointed out her good service, dedication and so on. I also explained that I was her husband and she was so distressed she couldn't write the letter herself. I asked if there was anything she could do to make amends and persuade the patient and her husband from continuing with their action. The hospital passed on a reply from the patient's husband a few days later. It simply invited her or us to call him to discuss the matter. My wife was again unable to bring herself to do this so I picked up the phone. He was a stern sounding elderly man who said his wife, the patient, was possibly prepared to forget the incident, but, he said, it shouldn't go unpunished, and whilst he accepted they didn't want to ruin my wife's career, she needed to be taught a lesson. I asked what he had in mind. He said in his opinion my wife should be punished in an "old fashioned way". He said he would drop the matter if she would accept being caned. Now this both shocked and excited me. The idea of my shy, pretty wife being punished like this gave me an erection, and it also gave us a way out of a dire situation. I said I would get back to him. That evening I dropped the bombshell to Fiona, telling her I'd spoken to the patient's husband and the deal was, if he could give her a caning they would forget the matter entirely. She gasped, stood up and said "no way, not a chance". I took her hand and explained that the alternative would be awful. She may have even lost her job. After a few minutes she asked how and where it would happen and would I be with her. I said I'd call the patient's husband back to discuss it. He sounded pleased when I said Fiona was considering accepting his punishment, and feeling very guilty and very excited, I said to him "I suppose she will have to strip naked for this?" He replied. "of course!" He told me his wife wouldn't be present for the caning but would meet us first to accept Fiona's apology and then allow the punishment to proceed. She would also hand over a letter to Fiona to give to the hospital stating that no further action would be taken. We agreed a time and date and agreed to come to the patient's house. The next week passed slowly with neither of us talking about the forthcoming meeting and Fiona's impending caning. Until that is, the day arrived. It was a Saturday, and after lunch, Fiona went to have a shower to get changed for the meeting which was to be at four o'clock that afternoon. I told her the patient's husband had requested she wear her nurse's uniform as it was a professional matter. She was surprised, but nodded and came out of our room dressed as if for work. We drove to the patient's house, some thirty five miles away. It was a large Victorian villa, set back from the road with an established, neat garden. We parked on the street outside and walked up the drive. The door was old and foreboding. Fiona was shaking and holding my hand as I rang the bell. After a few moments which seemed like house the door opened, it was the patient. She nodded and beckoned to us to come in. Fiona immediately started to blurt out an apology to which the woman told her to be quiet. She said she'd read out letter and understood how easily the mistake had been made, however she agreed with her husband that Fiona should be disciplined. She took our coats and placed them on a table in the hallway, on top of that she put a letter addressed to the hospital's Director of Patient Care. She told us that after this afternoon, it would be the end of the matter. She then showed us into her husband's study and told us to wait. What seemed like hours went by although it was only ten minutes. Neither of us spoke. The study had a large old desk with a chair, and a leather settee, behind which were rows of books on built in book cases which lined the wall. Paintings and photographs hung on the other walls, and a fire burned slowly in the fireplace. Coal glowing with smoke rising up the chimney. Then the door opened and he came in. I felt my wife's hand tense up and knew she was fighting a desperate desire to just walk out and run, but I held it firmly and whispered that it would be ok and would be over soon. "Stand up when I come in!" Shouted the patient's husband as he closed the door behind him. "So you've come here for your punishment young lady, and rightly so." He lectured Fiona for five minutes and told her, and me to just be quiet and listen. He told her that she would be given twelve strokes with the cane, naked. She started to shake and began sobbing quietly. He explained that humiliation was part of the punishment and his wife was to witnesses the first part of the proceedings. He opened the door and she walked in and stood by his side. "Nurse" he instructed my wife. "You will now take off your uniform, and shoes. I pushed my wife and she got up shaking. She couldn't undo the poppers on her uniform and was sobbing even more loudly. I stood up and offered to help. He nodded. I undid her uniform and pulled it to the floor. She stood there in matching bra and knickers with tights over the top. "Now for the underwear, you need to be naked nurse." I pulled off her tights and knickers, and she stepped out of them. "Not my bra as well," she pleaded, but it was ignored. I unclipped her bra and he 34B breasts were exposed. He nipples grew in the chill of the room. I stepped away. "Hands on your head!" He barked. And she complied. His wife. The patient, spoke, "You will now feel the force of my husband's cane. I have on many occasions. I will leave you to your fate." She left, closing the door behind her. "Bend of the back of that settee nurse!" he instructed and she did. He pointed to a tub of baby lotion on his desk and told me to apply it to her buttocks to reduce the marks from the cane which would follow. As I put some on my hands he came very close and watched. With my wife bending over and sobbing, I rubbed the cream into her buttocks, deliberately opening them so he could see her vagina and anus. He smiled. Then unable to resist he grabbed one of my wife's hanging breasts and squeezed it. "Very firm" he said, and then added: "Now for your caning. You will count the strokes". He picked up a thin cane from the side of his desk and instructed me to hold my wife's hands to keep her still. I did. She was sobbing loudly now. Then came the first swish, she yelped and shouted "one!" The others followed with my poor wife squirming and crying, her breasts swinging from side to side. After the last, red marks glowed on her exposed buttocks. He put down the cane and said: "Stay still, I have some soothing cream for you." With that he took a tub of cream from his desk top and liberally put it on his hands. He then rubbed it into to my wife's bottom, she winced and then jumped whispering to me: "He's fingering me!" I whispered back to ignore it, as it would be over soon. My erection was straining against my trousers and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her there and then but couldn't. Then the wife came back into the room to see the result of her husband's cane. My poor Fiona was told to stand up, hands on head whilst the couple surveyed her body. Then we were told to leave, letter in hand. We never talk about the events of that day, but now, even thirty years later, I always get an erection when thinking about it. END -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 84