Post Number: 5
|Posted on Tuesday, May 22, 2007 - 04:13 pm: ||
You come in the door. We had talked earlier and you had promised to take care of things when you got home. I have been dreading the truck pulling in since I understood what taking care of things would entail. You enter and I’m on the couch. You don’t look upset, for which I am glad. I don’t like it when you come in angry. You come to me and kiss me on the forehead then you head for the bathroom. I can hear the water running and know you are cleaning up after a hard day. We still have not said a word to each other. It is strange that we are so quiet. You come out of the bathroom and again approach the couch. You sit down next to me and ask about my day. With the exception of not getting to the bank on time my day went well. I knew I shouldn’t have put it off until the last possible day but I had been busy and the bank is out of my way. Now there is a penalty for the late payment of the credit card bill. This penalty has also earned me a penalty of my own. Domestic discipline is straight forward. There are guidelines and if they aren’t adhered to there are consequences. The consequences for spending money unnecessarily are quick and expected. My delay in getting to the bank before they closed cost a late fee of $25.00 that didn’t need to be spent as I had been carrying around the payment for a week. I scoot back on the couch to curl into your arm which is draped across the back cushion. Maybe something will take your mind away from the bill for the evening. I realized there was slim chance of that when you spoke softly in my ear, “go to the bed room and wait for me”. There was only two reasons for that statement and I didn’t believe you were ready for bed yet. I did as I was told. I hear the back door open and close and wonder what you are doing. I didn’t have to wonder for long. The door opened and closed again and I could hear your footsteps coming toward the bedroom. You appear in the doorway with a brown bag in your hand.
“I am going to help you with a reminder of exactly what will happen if you don’t get it the bills paid on time that I know you aren’t going to want to repeat anytime soon. Come hear.”
The words I had been dreading since the truck pulled in. I stood up and stepped toward you. You reached out and took my arm. You turned my back toward you and hooked your finger in my waistband and lowered my pants towards my knees.
“Lean over the bed.”
I did as instructed.
“I stopped at the store on my way home. I had been thinking about you having missed the bank and the late fee and the fact that you had been promising all week to make that payment. This should help you remember to get the payments in on time in the future. Look what I bought.” I turned to look and you were holding a thick black leather strap with a handle attached to it that just looked like it would pack a sting even if it was only drawn back a little. This strap looked painful just dangling in your hand. I felt myself tightening just thinking about where that strap would be placed - my bottom.
“Lay back down. You know you promised all week to pay that bill and now there is an unnecessary late fee for you to pay. This strap is going to help you remember to do what you say you are going to do and help you remember how important it is to get that bill in on time. Stick your butt up better.”
I did as I was told and squeezed my eyes closed knowing that first lick was coming. I could almost hear you draw your arm back. I could imagine that strap extended outward and aimed for my unprotected bottom. I could feel the sting before the strap was applied and I knew this was one spanking I would regret deserving for a long time to come.
Whap! I drew in my breath to keep from crying out. Whap! The cry escaped this time. Whap! “Please, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Whap! “Auggh! It hurts, it hurts! Please, no more, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again!” Whap! My bottom was engulfed in flames. I couldn’t put two words together, all I could do was cry out my anguish. Whap! “Auuuugggh! Please, please, please!” Whap! “Auughhh!” Whap! Whap! Whap! The slap of the strap and my cries intermingled to form the only noise in my universe. I was crying in earnest now and it took my pain-filled brain several minutes to register that you had stopped applying that hideous strap to my bare bottom.
I tried to compose myself as I stood wobbly to my feet. My bottom was so on fire it hurt to move the skin.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yee, yee, yes sir.” I finally stumbled out past my uncontrollable sobs.
“You know I would like to believe that but we have been over this and over this before. You have to do things on time. You had a week to get that payment in and you wait until the last day and don’t make it in time. You know I don’t want to have to spank you , but you also know you deserved every lick you got plus more. You’re an intelligent woman and know the importance of keeping the bills in good order and saving money. You also promised me all week you would take care of it. You lied to me - you didn’t get it taken care of. That spanking was for wasting money. This next spanking is for lying to me about getting it done. Turn around and put your elbows on the bed. Put your knees together . There, keep right there.”
I heard you digging in that bag again through my sobs.
“Please, no more, my bottom hurts so bad I can’t take another lick. Please, It won’t happen again. Please don’t spank me anymore.”
“I know your bottom hurts, I can see the bruises and welts. I don’t think you have learned your lesson yet and that is why this switch I cut is for your legs and not you bottom.”
Oh my God, not a switch!
“Please, no,” I sobbed, “Please, I learned my lesson. It won’t happen again. Pleas no more.” I just kept begging, saying anything to save my bottom from one more lick.
“I am going to strip your legs and if you move I will take that strap to your bottom again. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes sir, but please, don’t spank me anymore. I learned my auugh!” The switch connected to the tender area where my bottom meets my legs.
“Auugh! Auugh!!!” The switch kept connecting with my legs with painful accuracy. I felt myself leaning into the bed and desperately tried to stand still but the switch just kept biting into my legs and I kept sliding forward trying to get away from the sting of that branch.
“I told you to hold still and you’re moving. Lay down on that bed.”
“Oh please, not that strap, please, that switch hurts so bad I couldn’t stand still, please not that strap!” I was out of my mind with fear of that strap connecting with welts I knew were already on my bottom.
“ I told you not to move. You are being spanked because you didn’t do as you were told and get that payment to the bank. Now you were told to stand still and you are moving. You haven’t learned your lesson and if you won’t listen to me then maybe you will listen to this strap. Put your hands out in front of you. You have three licks coming for not doing as you were told. I you listen and stay still then your spanking will be over, if not, well… we’ll have to see.”
“Please, no. I can’t sit now. That strap is too hard, it hurts, it hurts. Please no more.”
“If that strap didn’t hurt you wouldn’t remember the lesson.”
Whap! I screamed from the pain of that strap landing on the existing bruises and welts. Whap! I screamed out again. I felt like I would pass out from the pain. Whap! I arched my back and collapsed on the bed sobbing uncontrollably into our comforter. My bottom was absolutely on fire. I couldn’t think past the pain. I had never received and spanking like this one and if I never did again in my lifetime it would be too soon. I feel the bed give as you lay down next to me. You reach for me and I immediately curled into your waiting arms. You stroke my hair and whisper sweet nothings n my ear trying to calm me but the pain is too great at this point for me to do anything but lie there and soak the front of your shirt with my tears.
Post Number: 5
|Posted on Tuesday, May 22, 2007 - 04:36 pm: ||
oh how I love punishment stories.... All in All I enjoyed your short story... Thanks
Post Number: 2081
|Posted on Sunday, May 27, 2007 - 01:30 pm: ||
Very good story!!!!
(Message edited by tammynx on May 27, 2007)