Friday, June 6, 2014


It's been a while since I've had a chance to blog because I got a part time job and have been tired by the end of every day.  My husband said I needed to get back at it so here I am.  We've had many discipline sessions since I last blogged but it would take forever to tell you about them, so I'll just talk about the spanking I got today, since my bottom is still burning from it.

I had been a smart mouth most of the day and my husband finally had enough.  I made a sarcastic remark and he put his arm around my waist and whispered in my ear.  "Go pull down your pants now."  I objected because our kids were home and two of our nephews were visiting so we had a houseful of kids, but he didn't care.  He had had it with my attitude and my remarks.  "NOW!" he whispered and gave my arm a deliberate squeeze.

I went into our bathroom, pulled down my pants and panties and bent over the side of the tub.  I thought I knew what was going to happen, he'd take the silent took, a loopy johnny, give me 15-20 quiet slaps and I'd be on my way, but boy was I ever wrong.  When he came into our bedroom, he locked the door and turned on the t.v. really loud.  It was a soccer game.  Then he came into the bathroom and locked that door behind him and turned on the shower and the fan.  I knew right then that he was planning on using more then just the silent tool.

He pulled me from over the tub and led me to the corner.  While I stood with my nose in the corner, he rubbed his hands over my bare ass and told me about the punishment I was going to get and why I was going to get it.  He talked about my attitude and my comments and explained that he wasn't going to tolerate this type of disrespectful behavior.  He ran his finger over my private part and stroked a few times while he explained that it was his job to keep me disciplined and on the right track and that he had been lax lately.  He then led me back to the tub where he asked me to bend over and rest my hands against the edge, so my bottom was outward, facing him.  He started with his belt and gave me 30 stinging slaps until I was crying and apologizing.  Then he had me lay down on my back and put my legs in the air so he could make eye contact with me while he spanked me.  He used the wooden paddle and gave me 20 swats, making me look him in the eye with every swat.  This was humiliating.  Looking at him while he punishes me is the worst because I can't hide the fact that I know I deserve what I'm getting.  After that he took me back into the bathroom and bent me over the tub and gave me a hard lashing with the silent tool until I was sobbing.

"I want you to think about your attitude."  He warned me and then he told me that no matter where we are or no matter if the kids are home, he will hold me accountable for my actions and my behavior.  My butt is so sore but I never feel more loved then when he takes the time to discipline me.