My attitude and behavior has been less than desired the past
week and today began my punishment. My
husband travels for work and sometimes things just build up and I get
overwhelmed and then my disrespectfulness skyrockets. I don’t know why I do it, but sometimes I
just can’t hold my tongue. During his
last trip I blew up at him on the phone and said nasty curse words at him. I didn’t treat him with respect at all. He told me when he returned home that he was
going to correct my mouth and my attitude, but that warning didn’t stop
me. I guess I thought it was an idle
threat, but boy was I wrong.
This morning after I took our kids to school and came home,
he was waiting for me in the kitchen.
Before I could pour my coffee he took me by the hand and led me
upstairs. On the bed he had already laid
out all of his spanking tools. I knew I
was going to be punished, and hard. What’s
worse, I knew I deserved what was coming.
He told me to undress and then bent me over his knee and
began warming up my bottom with his hand.
He told me that I had a good walloping coming and that because of my
ongoing attitude and the curse words I used, this was going to be a week long
punishment.
This morning was day one and my bottom is still hot and
red. This is the punishment we laid out
together as a reminder to me that, no matter the circumstance, I am not to
treat him so poorly.
Every morning after I return from taking the kids to school,
I am to go straight to our bedroom, unclothe and bend over the bed with my bare
bottom exposed. I am to wait in this
position until he comes to correct me.
Like today, I will be paddled with every instrument, the whip, the cane
and the paddle. After I am thoroughly
spanked I will be sent to the corner for five minutes to think about my
punishment. When the five minutes is up,
I am to come to him and ask him for another spanking.
This is almost the hardest part, asking him to spank
me. It’s so humiliating even though I
know I deserve it and need it.
Then, each afternoon after lunch, I am to bring a tool to
his office, which is in our basement, bare my bottom again and tell him why I
need to feel his disciplining stroke on me.
Today, he bent me over the chair in his office and gave me a long, hard
paddling. It hurts so much more when he
goes fast. The fast swats sting more.
I know he is teaching me submission and I am grateful, even
though my bottom is throbbing. He said
he wants me to be reminded of my behavior every time I sit down and believe me,
today I have been reminded. It’s amazing
how quickly my respect for him returns, almost the moment he places me over his
knee. His strong hands spank me out of
love and concern for us and me and who we are and I know our marriage would not
be as strong if he didn’t have what it takes to keep me in a good place.
His strength in disciplining me makes me love and respect
him so much. When he warms my bottom, he
warms my heart too and I am happy to be with a man who is so strong and manly
and tender all at the same time. Even though I don't like it, when he
spanks me, I know that I am truly his and truly loved.