A Hard Belting

Boy, did I get it for my attitude.  He came into our room with his belt already in his hand and before I could say anything he told me lay over the side of the bed with my arms stretched out in front of me and my legs dangling off the side.  He then placed a pillow beneath by pelvis to lift my bottom into the air a little more.

"Do you understand why you're about to get a whipping?"  He asked.

"Yes sir," I said, hoping my better attitude of submission would make him go easier on me.

"Explain why," he said and rubbed his hand over my bottom to warm my cheeks.

"Because of my bad attitude," I said.

"And because your attitude is a sign of what?"

"Disrespect," I answered.  "I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be when we're through here," he said and then drew his arm way back and let the belt slap down on my butt.  It stung and I couldn't help but cry out.

"Thirty nine more to go," he said, "that is, if you don't squirm or try to block your ass."

I held still but by the fifth slap I was already in tears and apologizing.  Half way through he had me roll over onto my back and place my legs in the air so I had to look him in the face during the rest of the spanking.  That's when I cried the hardest.  I could see love and anger in his eyes while he punished me and I knew without a doubt that I deserved the spanking I was getting.

After the forty lashes with his belt, he pulled me over his knee for a hard hand spanking and he talked to me during the hand spanking.  He reminded me that he doesn't like to hurt me, but that he will hold me accountable and that he knows it is his job to teach me how to be submissive.  He knows it wouldn't be fair to either one of us or to our marriage if he slacked off on his responsibilities as head of our home.  I know he's right and I'm glad he's strong enough to hold me accountable.  I hate being spanked for punishment but I know I need it.  I'm better for it.