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?”
“Yes.”
“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.
