Post Number: 14
|Posted on Tuesday, June 26, 2007 - 02:15 am: ||
So the weekend went by without anything major happening except that we bickered and fought a lot on Sunday. Mostly my fault too but anyways.... so as usual whenever we really get into DD I start to withdraw from it a little bit and have second thoughts. He always takes my second thoughts very seriously and he stops. Well this time from the beginning I told him that if I start to withdraw like I always do don't let up on me, force me to do what you say and don't give in. If after about a month I still don't want to do it then we stop and that is that. I will never really know unless I really give this a go instead of giving up from the get go.
So anyways, Monday rolls around and I am still a little bit bitter about Sunday and I barely talk to him. He tried to be playful with me and I just snarl at him. I pretty much went through my day without doing one single thing on my chores list. I decided I was going to just relax today and I was not about to do any chores. I won't get punished because I decided that I don't want to to this anymore and that is that, what I say goes. So I get a call around 10pm from my husband. He asks me if everything was done, because it sure wasn't when he left.
"No Honey I am really tired today, I will get it done tomorrow, I promise."
"No you will get it done now, that is the rule and you know it." he says.
"But its too late, I will never get it all done tonight, I will be way to tired to do what I need to do tomorrow."
"You should have thought about that earlier. Get some done so you will lesson the spanking some but you ARE getting it when I get there so be ready"
Whatever, I think to myslef, I said I don't want to do this anymore, he won't make me....he never has in the past. So I lay down in my bed confident that he would just come in and go to sleep. He won't do anything, will he? I feel a knot form in my stomach but yet I still manage to drift to sleep.
After what seemed like about 45 min I am awakened by the front door. I have almost forgotten about what I didn't do all day as I almost go back to sleep. I hear him put his stuff down and walk around the house. He walks quickly toward the bedroom door and opens it fast. In his hand is the wooden paddle that I hate so much and he is hitting my leg to get up.
"I told you to get this stuff done, don't you think I am going to let you off. We need to take care of this matter right now. Now get up!"
"Honey no please, I am really tired. I just need to sleep."
"No! Get up now and get downstairs or we will do it right here where we will wake up the kids!"
"O.k, I am going but please don't use that paddle, it hurts so much, can we use the other?" I said refering to another wooden paddle that has rubber padding.
"Fine, just get it and lets go downstairs, now!"
I grab the paddle and we head to the basement. He is pulling me by my arm and I am resisting every step of the way. He sits down on the edge of the couch, pulls down my PJ bottoms and pulls me over his knee. He takes the rubber padded paddle and comes down hard and fast. "Whack,Whack, Whack, Whack" He is counting each blow as it hits my pale bottom. My legs are kicking and I throw my arms back to try and protect my burning bottom. He gets to 60 and he stops and I lay limp across his lap.
"Are you going to go clean up right now?"
"Now?? I say. "But its so late, I need some sleep!"
"O.k then have it your way....we are going to 100 then.
So he hold my arms against my back and he starts again. Forty more blows to my backside, hard and fast with no pity on me at all. I am begging and pleading and kicking but he doesn't let up. He gets to 100 and he lets me go. Now luckily I can take a whole lot more with the rubber paddle than that evil pure wooden one. My luck then ran out because he noticed that it didn't have as much of an effect on me and he meant business. I am sitting there on the floor and he says,
"Go get the other paddle, we are not done yet!"
"What?? Why, I can't take that one!"
"Exactly, now go get it!"
Without arguing any more I walked up stairs with my already burning back side exposed and I got the wooden paddle. As I walked back downstairs my legs started to tremble. I got down there and he had his hand out for me to give it to him. He pulled me back over his lap.
"Now you are going to get 40 with this one. You are going to learn your lesson about not following my rules. I will not let you off this time. There are consequences for not doing your chores and you did none of them!"
"Yes sir, I understand." I say as I brace myself for the first blow.
He comes down hard and spanks me over and over. It stung like hell and this one I just could not contain my self. I bucked and kicked and cried out as each smack came down. At that moment I truly rereted going against his rules and being so defiant. He gets to 25 and I just can't take anymore. I somehow escape his grip and I twist out of his lap and onto the floor.
"Please, I can't take anymore, I will go clean up right now just please stop!"
"You are going to go clean the kitchen and living room right now and I am going to watch you do it, then you will do the rest in the morning!"
"Yes sir, I will."
"Good, but you have 15 to go so get back up and get over my knee!"
"Oh no, please I can't...I said I was sorry!"
"I know you are but you have to finish the punishment."
Without another word I was back over his lap. I decided to just take the last of my spanking. He came down with the last 15 blows and as he got to the last 10 he delivered them slowly, two in a row on the same spot alternating each cheek. My pore bottom was throbbing after that and I was truly taught a lesson.
"Now lets go." He said to me.
He marched me right upstairs still with no pants on and ordered me to clean the kitchen! He stood their and watched me for a little while as I cleaned the kitchen in just a T-shirt and my cherry red bottom exposed. After a while he decided to go take a shower. When he left I snuck off and got my PJ bottoms to hide my exposed freshly punished bottom. As I slide them on the fabric against my skin stung like hell. I got used to it and continued cleaning. I finshed what he asked me to finish and took a quick shower before climbing into bed. As the hot water hit my throbbing bottom it stung and reminded me of what had just happened. I was still kind of in shock that he followed through with it but thrilled at the same time. After my agonizing shower I climbed into bed with my husband and we all know what happens after a good spanking!
So now as I sit here and type my story on a very sore and red bottom, I think I will definitely be getting those chores done tomorrow.
Thanks for reading!
Post Number: 450
|Posted on Tuesday, June 26, 2007 - 09:50 pm: ||
Great story DD!
I know from other posts that you guys are working through the DD lifestyle. But, it sounds from this story like you got through to him about insisting that he follow through on it.
Good luck! And keep the stories coming!
Post Number: 2196
|Posted on Wednesday, June 27, 2007 - 03:34 pm: ||
I guess it doesnt matter how tired you are!!
Hope your house cleaning efforts get better
Post Number: 3
|Posted on Saturday, June 30, 2007 - 11:28 am: ||
Post Number: 3276
|Posted on Saturday, June 30, 2007 - 05:04 pm: ||
Actually this does read like a story. I am not suggesting it did not occur, but it does border on sounding a bit of a fantasy.
Queen of Innocence
"Well behaved woman rarely make history"
Post Number: 8
|Posted on Friday, September 07, 2007 - 03:06 pm: ||
Cleaning. Seems a waste of time, 'till he brings out the paddle. LOL, then I'll jump for it. Let me rephrase that...I might jump for it. LOL
I'm just a naughty little girl in an adult's body, whats so wrong with that???
Post Number: 13
|Posted on Friday, September 07, 2007 - 10:09 pm: ||
Sometimes our fantasies do come true. So it sounds to me like ddforme got one of hers that night.