I'm sitting at my computer with a very red bottom and I'll tell you why. I've been in a mood lately and my husband finally had enough. This morning I was in the kitchen and he looked at me and without saying a word, he took me by the hand, led me into the downstairs guest room and instructed me to bend over the side of the chair. When I asked why, he told me I could think about that while he spanked my bottom. I didn't really need to think about it, I knew exactly why I was getting a spanking and I knew it was deserved.
He pulled my panties down and raised my nightshirt up so my butt was completely exposed. Then he pulled out a wooden spoon he had taken from the kitchen and paddled me hard. It stung and I cried out but that only made him paddle faster and harder. When he stopped I could feel my butt stinging.
"Are you sorry?" He asked.
"Yes," I cried.
"Not as sorry as you're about to be," he said and then gave me twenty-five more fast, hard smacks with the spoon.
"Go stand in the corner," he said and I got up and went there. I could hear him leave the room and come back carrying his discipline tools. Right then I knew I was in for a beating. "Lay on your back on the bed and put your legs into the air," he said. "I want you to look me in the eyes while we address this issue."
I hate that and he knows it. I cry everytime he does it because it's humiliating to have to look at him while he punishes me, especially when I know I deserve what I'm getting. Still, having to look him in the face while he paddles my bottom is embarrassing.
I laid down and he took the wooden paddle and gave me a smack. When I closed my eyes he ordered me to look at him. "What did you do to deserve this?"
"I talked myself down," I answered because I knew what the paddle was for.
He paddled me several times with his eyes locked on mine. He reminded me that I'm beautiful and should treat myself better. He said that he will not hesitate to punish me every time I say something negative about myself. Fifty swats in total and I was balling.
After that, he sent me back to the corner and instructed me to place my hands on my thighs, but not to touch myself. I was super wet and on the verge of cumming already and holding my hands so close to myself made me want to touch myself that much more. He knew it and this was a lesson in submission and obedience.
"Please?" I said and inched my index finger over toward my pussy.
His answer was a swift swat on my ass with his hand. "I said no," he told me and he let me suffer there for over a minute, until I felt like I was going to explode.
Then he moved me to the bed and bent me over his knee where he gave me a hard hand spanking. He reached his hand from behind and fingered me until I came, which didn't take but a few seconds. Once I came, he slid me from his lap to the side of the bed and took his belt and whipped me for my attitude, which had been really terrible the past few days. The whipping stung bad and I finally broke down and cried. He knows that once I orgasm, the punishment is taken much more seriously. The sexual tension is gone and the discipline is driven home. He whipped me over sixty lashes, that was when I lost count anyway.
When he was done, he held me and I immediately slid to my knees and gave him a blow job. I don't know what it is about his authority but it makes me want to please him in ways I can't even explain.
After he came and we cleaned up, he held me for a few moments and then told me it was time for us to go back to boot camp. That's where I get a spanking one to three times every day for 5 consecutive days. I started to cry because my bottom was so sore and I didn't want to go through boot camp. but I know that it works and that I am a better person when he holds me accountable. I need him to discipline me when I can't hold myself in check. I respect him for having the strength of character to know when I need it and to be able to teach me submission. So, I am sore but in a much better place emotionally and mentally.