Truly His and Truly Loved

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.