Post Number: 228
|Posted on Saturday, June 25, 2011 - 07:18 pm: ||
Last Friday night we went to eat at friends house with 16 people. While there, I made a stupid remark "He's just lazy". Immediately, I regretted it. In our ups & downs of 26 years of marriage, we did not belittle one another. While getting in the car, I apologized, "It just came out of my mouth; you are not lazy; I don't know why I said it; and I apologize;I am sorry I said that." He accepted my aplology and he said he knew I didn't mean it.
We got home, and he told me I would have to accept the consequence of making a mistake. He told me to pull up my dress, put my panties above my knee and bend over the end of the bed. I did; he pulled his belt off and gave me a horribly fast, hard whipping. Then he sat at the end of the bed and told me to give him a blow job.
Afterwards, he said he was going to bed, but that he wanted me to completely undress and go clean the kitchen floor with a sponge and water.
Saturday morning, still naked, he told me to bend over the back of the armchair in our bedroom. He got the wooden hairbrush out of his night table and paddled me. It took very little for me to start crying. I knew I deserved it, but it hurt so bad. When it hit a sore spot from my prior whipping, my head would dart back. He paddled me until he was satisfied that it was complete. I stayed there until he got dressed.
He told me he was going to the office for a while and that I had to clean all of the inside windows remaining naked. He said he was going to continue using the hairbrush on my bottom when he got home. Which he did. When he got home, he immediately told me to go get the brush and to come back into the kitchen. He sat in a kitchen chair. When I brought it back to him, he told me to lie across his lap and hold onto the chair legs. Then he told me me not to let my legs get in the way while he was paddling me. He spanked me with his hand for several minutes. Although I immediately started crying and the spanking hurt, it made the hairbrush spanking easier to take. After he was finished paddling me, he told me to get dressed and go to the grocery store. He told me he would complete the paddling before bed.
Before he paddled me Saturday night, he told me to get on my knees and put my hands behind my back. He told me to suck his dick until he came. After he orgasmed, he told me bend over the end of the bed. He bent down and rubbed my shoulders and told me he thought he could give me a harder spanking if he wasn't bothered by being hard. Then he told me that he was going to spank me hard, and that a hairbrush was perfect for getting to areas that might have been overlooked thus far. He made a point of paddling what was already sore, but he really used that brush on where my bottom meets my thighs. My legs did curl up to my bottom several times. Each time I curled up my legs he stopped, pulled each foot up and swatted it with the brush. After several of those, I managed to keep myself in the position he wanted me. During this paddling, I didn't cry, and for some reason I was proud of that.
Sunday morning, he put a wet towel over my bottom and told me he was going to get his wooden paddle out of his punishment box. Then he told me to go to front of the arm chair, bend over, and hold onto the arms. He told me he was going to give me sound, but not harsh, paddling. He paddled me in four sets of five. Each set was harder than the last. But I held my place through it all! In between sets, I had to stay bent over, but I had to hold my hands behind my head for two minutes. After he paddled me, he told me to stand up and look at him. He told me that he was going to paddle me again today and that it would be shorter but that it was going to leave a good impression on an already sore bottom. I started crying. He hugged me, and told me that he loved me, but that I would still be paddled again today. He layed the paddle on the bed "for me to see it until it was used again".
During dinner, he told me that after dinner, he wanted me to go undress, wash the dishes, and move the ironing board to the bedroom so that he could admire his handiwork while I ironed. (I had already looked at my bottom. There were no actual bruises yet, but the belt welts were close to becoming bruises. And there were other places that I knew would bruise.) While I was ironing he put the paddle on the desk in front of the ironing board to remind me what I was awaiting. He was busy writing in a notebook while I ironed. At one point, he told me to move the ironing board closer so he could feel the marks! When he softly touched them, it was wonderful. Now my inside was on fire like my bottom had been, and I hoped so badly that we would make love that night. After I put the ironing away, he asked me if I was horny. I told him "very". He said for me to come and let him play with my bottom. I was about to climb the wall. He said " you know it won't feel this good soon." I told him I knew it was going to hurt badly when he paddled me again. Then he unzipped his pants and told me that he was going to jerk off and that I needed to lick the tip of his dick until he came in my mouth. After he came, he told me to sit on his lap while he reached for his notebook. He explained that my punishment would be continued until Friday--one week from my mistake. He showed me what I was expected to do around the house, both before and after work. And he told me that every moring, after my shower he was going to cane me four times so that they would be fresh on my mind during work. "You know how I pride myself in my caning of your bottom. By Friday, you will have twenty perfectly spaced stripes from the top of you bottom to the top of your legs. Now, go bring me the paddle." He told me to bend over the end of the bed and think about the paddling I was going to receive. He said he was going to get the cane to have ready for the morning and that it would come in handy if I couldn't keep my feet on the floor tonight.
Wood and my bottom don't mix well. And for two days, that was what my bottom had gotten. If I could get through tonight's spanking, I knew I would be able to get through the canings to come. Four strokes with the cane each day did not scare me, but the hard paddling did. By the time he came back, my eyes had teared up, and I told him I was scared. He said that we would then get it over with. He paddled me seven times hard from top to bottom. Each one caught my breath and made me moan. I managed to keep my feet, if not on the floor, away from my bottom, and so they did not get caned. I burst into tears when he put the paddle down beside me.
(end of chapter one)
It's all a matter of perspective
Post Number: 15
|Posted on Tuesday, June 28, 2011 - 11:50 am: ||
Excellent story. I enjoyed it Tplayer, thanks!