Cuckolding in British spanking mags: behind hubby's back

While it's great watching a submissive cuckold sitting watching (or more) while his hotwife cheats on him, I can never decide whether I prefer that scenario, or the more 'realistic' one where a loving, hapless husband is oblivious to his wife getting well and truly seen to behind his back. After all, when another man has your wife's bottom bare for a spanking, it isn't much of a leap before she's cheating on you.

Sometimes there is a fine line between swinging and cuckolding. If you take your wife to a nudist/spanking retreat run by 'The Colonel', who amongst other things has a penchant for bullwhipping young ladies across a picnic table, you should probably expect him to want to take things a little beyond spanking...

'We have barbecues down here sometimes on summer evenings. But you can come down and stand by the tree anytime m'dear if you want your bottom warmed, there'll always be someone along to oblige. And there's plenty of hollows and bushes around where you can have a jolly good rogering after you've had your backside tanned.' He winked at her outrageously.

In the Janus story 'An Evening At Mr Holroyd's' a wife earns a bit of extra cash by dressing up in a school uniform and visiting a strict old disciplinarian who her friend Jane put her in contact with.

 

Her shiftless husband isn't happy about it, but he can't say no to the money. However, it isn't Mr Holroyd who he, or Jane's husband, should be worried about:

Jane came [to Mr Holroyd's] on Fridays and got the same treatment. Jane also went to another man, Mr Warren, who wanted to have a go at Angela as well. But Mr Warren wasn't content with just caning, he wanted something else afterwards. Angela couldn't bring herself to agree to that, although Jane didn't seem too bothered. She didn't tell her husband of course. Not the truth...

 

 

And sure enough, at the end...

That wasn't all. Just before she'd left Mr Holroyd tonight he had again said that Mr Warren was very keen to see her. She had hesitated and then finally, this time, said OK, she would see him.
She had agreed to go round to his house tomorrow afternoon. Mr Warren was younger than Mr Holroyd, in his forties, Jane said. And he was very dominant. Lying there next to Bryan and looking up at the ceiling, Angela shivered.

In 'An English Girl in the Middle East', lovely blonde wife Marilyn travels to Saudi Arabia to meet her husband:

The nylons and the pink lacy suspender belt fastening them were indeed appreciated. Bob made her keep them on, plus her white patent leather high-heel shoes – but nothing else – when they made love virtually as soon as they reached the apartment. It was wildly exciting, this strange exotic place and, of course the abstinence occasioned by those long weeks apart. 

Unfortunately for them they end up falling foul of the ultraconservative country's laws around drinking alcohol, and if they don't want to end up flogged and imprisoned then the Marilyn must offer up her lovely bottom for canings by their lascivious host.

 

She and her husband end up rather enjoying the experience and it all turns into a jolly old spanking romp. But at the start of the story we're given a hint that back in England she's been enjoying an experience that she certainly won't want to share with husband:

In truth not a 100% abstinence by both partners because Marilyn had been screwed once while Bob was away but that was a guilty secret she didn't want to think about now...

And then later on we get more juicy details:

She thought she really did know what he wanted. he wanted to screw her, just as Bob's boss back home had done. Two weeks after Bob had come out here, Mr. Moorcroft had taken her out to dinner and then back to his place for coffee and that's where it had happened. "Just what a lonely young wife needs when her husband's away," he'd whispered while pulling down her knickers as they lay on the sofa. But it had just been one time...

Ah yes, 'just one time'. The consolation that every cheating wife gives herself. Of course, it's a huge lie.
I find that what sets these cuckolding scenes apart from much other porn is that the women aren't dominant hotwives seeking to satisfy themselves and humilate their small-dicked husbands. They are just normal suburban wives - they could be your sister, your mother, your auntie, your in-laws; your neighbor; or yes even your own darling wife.

 

 

I must say that I find particularly delicious the idea that no matter how much a husband wines and dines and treats his respectable middle-class wife, she is bound to occassionally drop her knickers for a bit of rough while he's at work.

Some are bored housewives, some work as secretaries or in more senior jobs. They are probably perfectly satisfied with their husbands and even look forward to a bit of marital rumpy pumpy on Saturday mornings or when the kids are in bed. But the implication is that they'll always be ready to be seduced into a bit of extra fun by experienced and/or charming men, be they salesmen, neighbors, bosses or builders.

 

 

And this of course is why these flighty minxes need to be thoroughly spanked!

Though, as the story 'Didn't Half Hurt' shows, there are some forms of cheating behind a husband's back that most married men really wouldn't mind...

It was sheer naughtiness that made Liz and me start husband-swapping. You see, the men can't tell us apart because we're identical twins.

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The whole thing worked like a dream – and something of a dream it was too, each being unfaithful without the men having a clue what was happening. I knew all about Ted's hobbies, about what food he liked best, about what he'd say when he walked in and about his work problems. I recall saying, 'Is Stanford (his boss) still giving you trouble, darling?' and the thrill of getting a response that showed he had no idea what trick we were pulling.
He was different from Tom In his love-making, much rougher at limes, though caring and considerate as well. Afterwards, he said, 'You were very lively tonight!' I was flattered, but I wondered if Tom was saying the same thing to Liz

...

Ted was very cheerful afterwards, as well he might be. I had a funny feeling I knew what was going to happen next, because I was pretty randy myself and I'd had ample opportunity while OTK to work out that he was well ready for me

...

Finally, we put the dishes on the floor and turned to each other for a memorable, long-drawn-out love-making. It's funny that, when he'd been walloping me, I'd have given anything to get him to stop, but afterwards, I was so glad he hadn't. I don't know what the pop concert was like, but I can't imagine it was better than that.

...

Now Liz and I regularly change partners. When I start to miss Tom, I return to him; and after awhile, when I deserve another bottom-warming or two, I visit Ted, sometimes for as long as a month. It all seems to work well enough.

Cuckolding in British spanking magazines

The great old spanking magazines like Janus, Februs, Roue, Blushes etc are a rich source of cuckolding tales too.

As we all know, spanking and screwing go hand in hand, so is it any wonder that middle-class housewives are wont to stray? They regularly get their voluptuous bottoms spanked, strapped or slippered by their husbands, or by their fathers, or father-in-law, or boss, or husband's boss...

And they must spend their days tottering around the office in high heels and tight blouses getting their bottoms pinched...

Or at home scrubbing floors. or making themselves pretty and lounging around watching the day go past oh so slowly on their dainty wristwatches while the silk of their robes teases their pert nipples. And then we act surprised when they look for some comfort from the nearest man to hand!

Spanking stories that contain cuckolding are by and large set in the suburbs, and there is such a taboo thrill of supposedly respectable suburban ladies who should know better (and their daughters who are being taught to imitate them) giving in to their primal urges with men other than their husbands.

That's why they get spanked of course, but we all know that spanking is only a punishment in the loosest sense - nothing warms a lady's front side up faster than a little leather on her backside!

I think this paradox is what is so appealing about spanking - you get the idea that it's painful punishment and all the taboos and fantasies that come with that, but all it really does is make horny ladies hornier!

And of course there are plenty of dirty old (or not so old) men who are itching to have their wicked way with the bottoms and fannies of willing ladies while their husbands are unaware or helpless to intervene.

Many of the old magazines are still available on the relevant websites, and some of the stories have been posted on the brilliant www.britishspankingmagazines.blogspot.com
They're well worth buying if you like your classic spanking stories, but over the next few weeks I will post snippets of may favorite cuckolding scenes from those classic publications.
Sometimes cuckolding is only hinted at:

But often it's much, much more explicit. Let's start with the Janus classic 'Albert Higginson Strikes Back', where a stereotypically outraged pensioner catches the nubile young wife living next door doing something she shouldn't:

'I know just what that young hussy needs,' Albert would hotly inform Dorothy, his wife, after a session at the bedroom window.
What she needed, of course, as Dorothy would know, for she had heard it many, many times before, what Melanie Halford's ripe bottom needed in Albert's estimation was 'a good whipping'. The cane, or a riding crop, her husband's belt – or, one may be sure, Albert's belt

...

There had been a car outside next-door's that he couldn't recall seeing before. Happening to go again into the front room 15 minutes later Albert had this time seen a young fellow get in and drive off. He had seemed to come from next door...
Albert made it his business to know other people's business as far as possible and he knew that the husband, Mr Halford, would be out at work. He had a job at that newfangled computer firm and his car wasn't there. And so if this young chap had come from next door he had been to see her. He could be a relative, or some sort of salesman. But on the other hand – well, certainly Albert was prepared to believe anything of her, especially with those jeans an open invitation.

Albert's nose was indeed pointing him in the right direction. Something was going on next door. Albert's 'young fellow' had knocked and entered a few minutes after the washing had been hung. Melanie had greeted him somewhat equivocally.
'Oh God, Trevor. I told you not to come round here in the daytime. These blasted neighbours, they've got eyes like hawks.'
Not very welcoming words perhaps but at the same time Melanie was permitting him to push her up against the hall wall, his body hard against her, his arms around her, one hand enthusiastically groping that bottom which regularly sent Albert's temperature soaring; and then his tongue in her mouth to stop further words of protest.
Melanie sucked on the tongue, making moaning sounds of pleasure, and then broke her mouth away.
'I'm serious, Trev; you don't know what it's like, especially with these old fogeys. They've got nothing better to do than mind someone else's business. There's this old bloke next door for one. He's always eyeing me.'
Trevor Wilmot, 29 and who was a salesman, gave a laugh. 'He probably fancies you. He's probably dying to get his hands on this fantastic bum.'
Melanie giggled and squirmed at what Trevor was doing to her bottom. Then protesting but not too strongly, she agreed to go into the lounge.
Melanie had met Trevor Wilmot four weeks earlier at a party and just didn't know how she'd got into this, but a harmless lunchtime drink at a pub and then a drive in his car and, well... It was Gary's fault really, she was stuck at home all day and he mostly didn't want to go out in the evenings. She knew she shouldn't do it and had strong guilt feelings. That was why she wouldn't let him go up to the bedroom, it was in the lounge, on the sofa. Somehow that didn't seem as bad as doing it in their bed.
Protesting still, in the lounge Melanie nevertheless slipped off the skin-tight jeans and then the very brief knickers (pale blue ones). It was really dreadful but at the same time overwhelmingly exciting. Afterwards, of course, the excitement was, for the moment at least, gone and you still had, more strongly, the guilt feelings. You also had, and more strongly, that fear of busybody neighbours.
Melanie repeated, more vehemently, her pleas that Trevor must not come round to the house; but when you are 29 and fancy-free, enjoyment of pleasure and the satisfaction of simple basic desires can be paramount. (Albert Higginson would have had something to say about that.) So although Trevor said a dutiful 'OK', there he was the next morning again ringing the door bell.
'Oh no!' gasped Melanie – but nonetheless let him in. 'You can't!' she breathed – while once more allowing herself to be persuaded into the lounge. 'NO!' she pleaded – as, like yesterday, the jeans and knickers came down again.

All this was most unfortunate because today hidden in the greenery at the end of the garden, was a figure Melanie would certainly have recognised...

It's the classic fear (or fantasy?) of the suburban husband - your nubile young wife getting charmed and seen to by a travelling salesman while you are at work. Like many, Melanie's hubby remains oblivious to her indiscretions, but good old Albert is certainly willing to take her to task over them, using all his spanking experience (there is a wonderful throwaway line about his having 'used a belt in his younger days, on an errant niece') to scorch Melanie's gorgeous bottom with a riding crop.

And at the end of the story there is a lovely display of the unintended effect a thrashing can have on a young lady:

Melanie's bottom had stung like mad for quite a while after awful Mr Higginson had left but gradually it had eased. And as the sharp sting in her bottom lessened so she began to realise that shock and horror wasn't all she was feeling. It had been diabolical but at the same time the thought of it was exciting. To be forced to bare your bum like that – or at least take your jeans down – for that stern old man and have him whip it with that riding crop. It was horrendous but it was also a real turn-on.

The feeling of being turned-on had increased and by the time Gary came home Melanie was feeling really steamy. She grabbed him as soon as he was in the house and, rubbing herself up against him, suggested that they go upstairs. This was a shock to Gary, Melanie was never like that when he got home. She had given him a hot, sexy kiss and informed him, 'I'm feeling randy!'
And randy Melanie had definitely been in the bedroom. Lewd and disgusting, Albert Higginson would undoubtedly have said even though it was her own husband. But lewd and disgusting or not, he, Albert, had unwittingly been responsible for that behaviour.

All helped by the fact that the reader knows exactly why this naughty young wife isn't usually like that when her hapless husband gets home!