Our new neighbors

Our New Neighbors

Fictional Story by Jack and Lisa

(M/F, Spanking, Consent, Embarrassment) 

(This is my first attempt at fiction and it is not the best. Mostly because I wrote it in first person through my husband then awkwardly, halfway through the story I shifted back to 1st person with me. I struggled with this and the next ones I write will be in 1st person through myself..)

My name is Tom and my wife and I got married some 22 years ago and when I got out of the Navy I had a great job offer with an engineering firm. So we packed up and moved across the country. 

We moved into the house next to Jack and Emma some 14 years ago and really hit it off when Emma came over with a plate of cookies, some flowers and an amazing list of things to know about the neighborhood. Like when trash was picked up or about the stores in the area. It was an incredible welcome package and since then Emma and Lisa have become great friends. 

We would share so much of life together. To the point we put a gate connecting our back yards on our shared fence. I would borrow Jack's mower and he would come over and borrow my tractor. We would have back yard BBQs and our families really shared life together. 

One night about 9 months after we moved in, Lisa was outside sitting on the glider sipping some ice water when she thought she heard crying next door. She grabbed her phone to text Emma and stopped when she heard Jack's voice and it sounded like muffled lecturing followed by some smacks that sounded like they were landing on a bare bottom. Lisa could not tear herself away from hearing this and in fact moved closer to the fence to try to hear better. 

This was unreal to Lisa, could it be that Jack and Emma were in a DD relationship. Lisa's head swirled around the ideas because that is how our relationship is. Lisa and I honestly thought we were alone in the world and would never meet anyone with the same values of raising a family. 

After Lisa thought the spanking that was happening next door was over she ran inside and squealed, “Honey, Honey, Honey, Oh my gosh you won't believe what I just heard?” I looked confused at her excitement, and guessed, "Owl?" She replied, “no no no…. I think I heard Jack spanking Emma!!!”

My eyes got big, “Really? Are you sure?” Lisa replied, " Ohhh I know a spanking when I hear one. And it wasn't a playful spanking, Jack llll)l)was lecturing her and this had a huge serious tone to it.”

Lisa was as giddy as a school girl, she has been dying to talk to another wife who is in the same situation where they are subject to their husband's authority and discipline. Sort of like a wives support group. I saw that look in her face and said to her, “Before you go running off to have a conversation let's calm down a bit and think about what you are going to say?" 

Lisa immediately pouted and crossed her arms. I said, "You know I am right.” Lisa's eyes lit up, "You should have a talk with Jack!” My eyebrows dropped and shook my head no as I said, "Oh no young lady I am not going over there and say, ‘ So you spank your wife… me too!’ Understand?!”

Lisa was thinking hard and I could tell that she was concentrating on a solution. To her this was the best news she could have ever heard and it was better than Christmas. Curbing her excitement was going to be hard to reign in but I knew if she went off willy-nilly then the relationship we had already built with them could be damaged beyond repair. 

So Lisa said, “I know what we can do, over the next few months you can correct me in front of them. You can give me a look honey, you know the look, the one that says, “Lisa you better stop if you know what's good for you!". I could do something dumb and you can order me to go into the house. If they live the lifestyle they will pick up on the subtle hints" 

It didn't sound like a bad plan I have to admit. So we started planning to get togethers. The goal was not to do this all of a sudden, but to gradually give hints and not every outing. 

Then the goal was to spank Lisa when we knew Jack and Emma were outside in their back yard and to leave the window open in our bedroom. 

Lisa's Account of What Happened Next

The opportunity came faster than either of us expected.

I was putting away groceries when I knocked an entire jar of spaghetti sauce off the counter. Tomato-red splattered everywhere—across the cabinets, my legs, the rug. The noise startled the dog. And before I could stop myself, I snapped:

“Ugh! I told you this stupid cheap shelving would make me drop something someday!”

It wasn’t the worst thing I could’ve said. But the tone—sharp, disrespectful, accusatory—was something Tom and I had long agreed I was working on.

And he heard it. Slowly, he entered the kitchen. “Lisa,” he said softly, “I think we need to handle that.” My cheeks burned. “I know.” He touched my elbow. “And if you’re still willing… tonight might be the night to let Jack and Emma understand us better.” I took a deep breath. “I am willing.”

Our bedroom was warm from the afternoon sun earlier, the soft curtains moving just slightly in the breeze. Outside, I could hear faint conversation—Jack and Emma must have been out on their patio enjoying the cool evening.

Tom closed the door behind us, then crossed to the window… and lifted it fully. The sounds of clinking glasses and Emma’s laugh drifted in. My throat tightened—not with fear, but with awareness. With permission. With the shared intention that this moment meant something.

Tom returned to me and brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Are you certain?” he asked. “I am.” He nodded. “Then we begin.”

He guided me over his knee with the same calm authority he always did—reassuring, grounding, never angry. This wasn’t punishment. It was correction. It was connection. It was our structure.

The first swat cracked through the room—firm, unmistakable. And through the open window, it carried. I felt embarrassment flush hot across my neck. But at the same time… relief. Because hiding a whole side of ourselves from people we trusted had become its own kind of pressure.

Tom continued the spanking: steady, measured, decisive. Not harsh. Just enough to reset the disrespect and reaffirm our bond. He paused every few moments, rubbing my back, letting me breathe.

Below, Jack and Emma’s murmured conversation had gone silent.

Another swat. Another. The kind they could definitely hear. And then, finally, Tom helped me sit up on his lap. My eyes were damp—not from pain, but from the release of tension. “You did well,” he said, kissing my temple. “And whatever they heard—they’ll ask when they’re ready.”

The Conversation Begins

We stepped outside half an hour later, me walking gingerly but composed. The sky was darkening, and Jack and Emma were still seated under the string lights in their yard.

Emma’s gaze flicked to me, and I saw it: understanding. Not judgment. Not shock but Understanding.

Jack cleared his throat. “Evening, you two.” Tom rested his hand on the small of my back. “Evening.” A beat passed. Then Emma spoke gently, her eyes kind, curious but respectful.

“We, um… heard some things.” She hesitated. “Should we… talk about it?”

Tom looked at me, giving me the choice. I nodded. “Yes,” I said softly. “We’d actually like that.” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Is it… something the two of you do? By choice?” 

“Completely by choice,” Tom answered. “And with structure,” I added.

Emma exhaled with relief. “I figured. I just wasn’t sure if it was my place to ask.”

 “It is,” I assured her. 

“And we want to share it.” Jack smiled.

 “Well then… pull up some chairs.” And that was the beginning.

Not just of honesty, but of a deeper friendship—four adults sitting under the summer night sky, talking openly about trust, accountability, boundaries, and the quiet ways love can take shape.

To be continued