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Classylgs
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Username: Classylgs
Post Number: 2
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 30, 2005 - 12:08 am: | 
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Hubby placed his hand under my chin and slowly raised my face until my eyes returned to his and smiled at me, yet I could see the sadness and sheer de termination in his eyes. It felt so strange for me to see him look at me that way. In that instant I truly did feel like a child who had disappointed her father. A flood of new and raw emotions came bubbling to the service and I began to cry even harder. Something inside me just began to rip in two and I had this overwhelming need to be sure he knew I truly was sorry for hurting both of us. Hubby felt the tension and hugged me close to his body for a moment, I looked into his eyes and in a voice I had never heard before, this tiny insecure little girl whisper..
“I love you, I’m sorry I hurt us both.”
Hubby kissed the top of my head and walked me to the corner of the room, as he began to position me where he wanted, reached in the waistband of my sweats and pulled them down and off of me completely. ( don’t ever wear panties, so I was naked from the waste down) he sighed lightly and cleared his throat…
“You’re forgiven Baby doll, where going to get through this together. Now stand here and think about what brought us to this moment and remember, I love you too, you’re my life.”
I realized at that moment he had stuck me nose first in the corner. I swear to you, throughout all this turmoil and mess I’ve created my first thought was….He just put me in the fucking corner. We don’t even do this in play, he’s really serious about this. Then in that instant I realized, so was I.
Let me tell you about standing in the corner, knowing you have done something terribly wrong and hurtful to the most important person in the world to you and realizing that in a few minutes that same person is going to inflict a true punishment that is going to hurt, a lot. Fear, the thought of jumping out of the window, anger, every emotion you can have that is negative starts to run through your veins until sooner or later you are basically forced to stand there and endure what seems like a lifetime of nothing but going over and over and over again the terrible thing you had done that put you there in the first place. To say the least, it really isn’t a good feeling.
I guess hubby had been watching me because once I truly believed I deserved whatever he was going to give me and resigned myself to the reality of what was about to happen, my body relaxed a bit and I herd him moving around behind me. In this low, stern and almost harsh voice..
“Come here and stand in front of me.”
I jumped at first from the sound in the quiet of the room and trembled just a bit as I heard the tone in his voice, my throat is dry again and now there are like 10,000 butterflies running around in my stomach. I felt like I was going to wet myself as I turned around afraid to look at his face and very slowly walk to the couch where he’s sitting. In a much quieter but still very stern voice…
“Look at me.”
I take a deep breath bracing myself for the sad and disappointed look I know I’m going to see and look him right the eyes. Yep, I was right, the tears started flowing the second I saw those usually smiling and sparkly blue eyes. He looks tired and sad and my heart aches for both of us at that moment. My natural instincts want to take over. I want to hug him and kiss him tenderly and tell him everything is ok and make him feel good again but I know better, I know it won’t be good or right until we both get passed this. The tears keep flowing but I stand there quietly, waiting patiently for his next words.
He doesn’t say anything just looks into my eyes almost reading my thoughts and gently but with a firm grip takes my left wrist and moves me to his right side. I felt like I was in a dream, we never lost eye contact until he gently glided me over his lap. My stomach flipped about 2o times in that moment and I jumped like 10 feet when I felt his hand on my bare bottom.
Now remember, it’s not like we have never done this part before, this is a natural thing for us, this is what we do for play almost every night. So why in the world am I having such a difficult time?
This is real, the feelings, the emotions, the reality of all of this is real and it’s powerful and very frightening, we are both feeling them and in a way having to experience something new separately yet together. I feel remorse, regret, fear and a ton of guilt, while he’s feeling sadness, disappointment, protective and determined to teach the one person he loves more in this world a lesson he should never have to teach. This is not play acting, or fun or even sexual by a long shot, this is real and it’s painful and what makes it so hard is its necessary. Neither of us are looking forward to the next step but ready or not….
“SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK”
6 hard and heavy swats slap down on my bare and very cold behind in different places stinging my entire backside in the course of about 6 seconds. I jump and squirm and kick my legs as they land one after the other, He grabs my waist tighter and leans forward and begins to really pepper my rear end with fast stingy smacks from his hand.
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
By this time I’m really kicking and trying to get off his lap and screaming…no no please that really hurts, it’s too much, it’s too much. I’m sorry, I really am. The tears are now flowing even harder burning my eyes as my ass stings and burns like never before. My heart aches and the remorse and quilt rush to the surface of my being.
Quietly but still with that harsh determined voice
“This is supposed to hurt, its going to get much worse before we’re through.”
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack Smack
He finally stopped smacking my now very sore bottom and begins to rub it just a little, I feel him reach over and then I feel cold soft wood on my bottom. I know it’s that paddle and my whole body tenses. I feel him push me forward so that he can place his leg over mine and grab me even tighter to his body and then…
CRACK CRACK
I jump and scream…oooh please don’t use the paddle, please sweetheart, I’m begging you, I can’t take that please.
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
By now I’m a sobbing mess on his lap, still fighting for all it’s worth and not succeeding in moving more than an inch either way. I’m beating the floor with my fists trying hard to accept this pain. He stops for a moment and rubs my bottom…
“Am I getting through to you yet Babe?”
I practically scream
“Yes Sir,”
I was totally shocked as was hubby I’m sure but right at that moment, it felt right. I have only ever used that term when we are playing and I’m in character.
He raised his arm and I cried….pleeeease????
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
I heard the paddle hit the floor and felt his hands one rubbing my burning bottom and the other massaging my shoulders as I sob over his lap repeating over and over again how sorry I am.
After about 10 minutes or so and my sobs have turned to quiet hiccups hubby slowly releases my waist and removes his leg from over my legs, clears his throat and in a quiet and still sad voice…
“Get up sweetheart, I want to you to go lay over the desk and grab onto the other side.”
I get off his lap and in total disbelief look at him and begin to protest when he places a hand over my mouth.
“Shhh, remember Baby doll, until I say you have learned your lesson.”
I begin to cry again and hang my head as I walk to the desk and place my very sore and achy body over the top.
No it’s not finished yet but I need to get ready to go out. I’ll finish the last of my punishment tomorrow. This is not an easy task, let me tell you. Having to write the emotions and feeling and the thoughts as they were happening is hard work. Thanks for your patience and thank you for letting me share part of my life. |
Make_me
New member
Username: Make_me
Post Number: 3
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 30, 2005 - 09:09 am: |
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Cant wait for the rest!
Well done so far x |
Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 201
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 30, 2005 - 09:53 am: |
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OMG...I can't imagine.
My hubby spanks me too, but only for erotic/fun purposes. He's never punished me. I can't imagine what that would feel like.
You've done a very good job describing the emotions that go with this.
Thank you for sharing something so personal. |
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