Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Malled at the Mall

I got a spanking yesterday in public.  I don’t think anyone saw, but they could have.  I deserved it but I wish my husband would have waited until we were home.  We went shopping at a local mall and I was exhausted.  I hadn’t slept well because he had been traveling and I just don’t sleep very good when he’s gone.  He wanted to do some holiday shopping and I didn’t feel like it.  After about an hour of dragging me from store to store, I got mouthy and he had finally had enough.  In Nordstrom’s he pulled me into the dressing room and gave me a private warning stating that if I didn’t improve my attitude quickly, he was going to take me into the bathroom and give me a stern beating.  Needless to say, my attitude didn’t get any better. 


He took me by the hand and led me to one of the “family” bathrooms.  They are single rooms with doors that lock.  The moment I saw where we were going I began to beg and promise him I would be better, but it was too late at that point.  I could see the frustration and anger in his face.  He took me inside, slid the bolt to lock the door and took off his belt.  Then he told me to drop my pants and bend over and place my hands on the wall in front of me.  I started to object but realized any objection was going to make my punishment harder.  I pulled down my jeans and slid my panties to my knees and then put my hands on the wall like he asked.


“Why are you being disciplined?” He asked.

“Because I’ve had a bad attitude,” I replied.

“Have I asked you to improve your attitude?”


“How many times did I ask you?”  He asked.

“At least three or four,” I answered.

“Didn’t I take you to lunch as promised?”  He said, and he had.  He had taken me to one of my favorite little Mexican places near the mall.  I had a margarita which probably added to my feeling tired.

“Yes,” I said and then before he could say anything else I told him I didn’t want to be spanked in public and that I was worried someone might hear.  He said he didn’t care and that he’d take me into the middle of the mall and paddle me right there in front of everyone if that’s what he needed to do to get his point across.  After that, I didn’t argue.

He gave me twenty fast slaps with his hand on my bare bottom and I knew that was just to warm me up for the belting that was coming.  The slaps echoed in the room and I tried not to cry out.  Then he stood back and brought his belt across my bottom.  It stung and I yelped the first few times.  He whipped me hard until I broke into sobs, apologizing. 

My bottom was still super hot when I pulled up my pants.  “We’re not done,” he said sternly.  “When we get home you’re going straight to the corner and then I’m going to give you a hard spanking so you’ll remember to watch your attitude going forward.”

We made it as far as the car before my pants were around my knees again and I was bent over the back seat for a hard and fast hand spanking.  Sometimes I just can’t control my mouth.  Thankfully, no one was walking by at the time because they would have thought he was beating me.  He opened the front and rear car doors and I bent forward over the backseat.  He spanked me hard and I could feel his frustration.  He made me ride home with my pants and panties down.    I cried most of the way home.  I was mad at myself and my butt was on fire against the material of the seat.  Worse still was the anticipation building in my stomach, knowing that right when we got home I had another walloping coming. 

The kids were at school so he didn’t wait to get me upstairs.  The minute we walked into the kitchen, he grabbed a spatula and bent me over the counter.  This was the hardest paddling yet and after a ten minute whipping I was sent to our bedroom naked.    He came in a few minutes later and talked with me and rubbed my red bottom.  I felt calm and peaceful.  It’s amazing how his discipline in my life makes me feel so much better.  A good paddling, or three of them, had helped me find my smile and for that I am very thankful.


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