If you are a stutterer, or if you know a stutterer, or if you just want an engrossing read, I highly recommend Life on Delay by John Hendrickson.

Robert knows me well enough to touch on this sensitive spot for me, even massage and fondle it lovingly. Now he’s gone so far as to soundly spank for stubborn stutters. Last evening we came home from work at the exact same time (a rarity). Once behind our closed front door, he pulled my pants down, which got my full attention.

Looking me sternly in the eye, he said, “I’m going to spank your bottom until you can correctly say the tongue-twister, “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…” (He knows that I have particular trouble with this percussive, more so when I’m flustered, such as right before a spanking.)

I tried to recite the verse before he had the chance to turn me over his knee. I was unsuccessful. I kept trying as he started spanking. I was worse at it when my butt was getting warmed with moderate whacks. It took me a long time to finally spit it all out without stuttering; I got quite a spanking. Today, I am not sitting comfortably at all! And every squirm gets me turned-on all the more! No matter what time Robert gets home from work tonight, he better count on getting attacked as soon as he walks through the door for some Friday Fuckery.