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Laurence
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Registered: 02-2006
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When You Have to Hurt The One You Love
Jane and her husband were a happy couple. When they married, an older relative had given them a copy of the Spencer Spanking Plan as a wedding present, and they tried it out. It’s an interesting plan, very fair and equitable, because the couple makes a list of rules, and if the rules are broken, instead of arguing, nagging, or scolding, the wives get spanked, or the husbands get whipped. Jane and Joseph’s list was short, mainly dealing with things that affected the future of the household, such as late bill paying, or an overdrawn bank account.
Jane had had her share of spankings. Since she wasn’t as good with financial matters as her husband, once or twice a year she found herself over his lap, getting a hard hand across her bare bottom. This Saturday morning, Jane read the letter saying that the mortgage payment was overdue, and that there was a negative effect on their credit rating, which would linger for several years.
“Oh – oh. Letter from the bank. They didn’t get the mortgage payment.”
“I thought you paid that?”
“I’m sorry, Joe. I can’t find where I mailed it. I can’t even find the payment coupon.”
“Well, this is a fine way to keep records. Didn’t I spank you for that a little while ago?”
Jane, squirming in her chair: “yes.”
“Looks like I didn’t do enough”
“It was too hard enough! I was really crying! And you kept on going”
“Well of course I did. I have to make you ‘think twice’ about a repeat visit over my lap. Isn’t that what the plan says?”
“Yes but …….”
“No buts, Janey. You know the rules. No arguments, no protests, no pleading to be let off. Right?”
“Yes, dear. I‘m not arguing. Let me look at the paperwork again and figure out what happened.”
She examined her checkbook again, then his, and found the entry in his check register. On his desk was the un-mailed envelope.
“You were supposed to mail it, Joe”
“Me? Oh, sorry, hon. I’ll call the bank Monday morning; maybe I can work something out with them.”
“No, you can’t work anything out with that bank. I tried, last time, when I forgot. They wouldn’t listen. That’s why you spanked me.” Then a terrible thought hit her: “So do you get spanked now? Is it on your list?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Good, because the last thing in the world I want is to have to spank you. I’d rather just mail this letter instead.”
Jane took stamps out of the desk drawer to mail the payment, and there it was: the old manila envelope, that her grandmother had given them on their wedding day. Being female, her curiosity soon got the better of her, and she looked inside.
There was the Spencer Plan, and the list of causes for which spankings were mandatory.
“Joe? It’s on your list. I remember now. You wanted it on there. Dammit! I meant what I said: I do not want to spank you.”
“Good, because I don’t want a spanking anyway.”
“You don’t understand, Joe. I said I don’t want to, not that I won’t.”
“I said no.”
“Oh really? You just told me there will be no arguments, no protest, no pleading to be let off. And you were right. I accepted it. So right now, no matter what you want, no matter what I want, you will accept it, too.“
And in a different voice: “Won’t you?”
“Well ……..”
“Well nothing, Joseph.” She held up the envelope. “You want me to tear this thing up right now? Because I will. I’m getting really mad right now, and if you want, we can have done with all this spanking stuff, and I can just get mad all over again every time I see our payments go up because our credit rating just went in the tank.”
“So, what’s it going to be, dear?” She held up the envelope again. “A spanking? Or an argument?”
He thought for a while: “All right. I’ll accept the spanking. Let’s get it over with.”
“Darling, listen to me. I’m not ready yet.”
“Well make up your mind, Jane.”
“I did. You’re getting spanked tonight, Joseph. At eight o’clock sharp.”
“Why so late?”
“Because we never spank in anger, remember?” She surprised him by giving him a big hug and a kiss. “Now I want you to read this whole thing. And pay special attention to the parts where it says there is no arguing or hard feelings, and waiting until both of us are calm.”
“What do you mean calm? I’ll be so nervous I’ll explode”
She looked at him, not quite as composed as she was before. “Yeah, me too. I’ll try to help you with that, Joe. And you have to help me too. I’ll be more nervous than you are.”
“Why? It was your idea.”
“Because I have really no Idea how to do this. And I’d rather eat sardines than hurt you.” That got his attention; she hated sardines.
“Then why are you doing this?”
“Because we agreed, Joseph. Because it works.”
“I thought you were mad at me.”
“Not anymore. I stopped being mad, when you said you would accept your punishment.”
He nodded his head, finally beginning to understand.
Jane smiled ruefully: “Joe? Could you explain it to me? How hard do I have to hit you? How long?”
“Let’s see.” Jane looked over his shoulder as he read aloud: “’The punishment should continue long enough, to be truly effective and to impart a beneficial lesson.’” And Jane finished the page, with a lump in her throat: “’… make the discipline something to be sincerely dreaded.’”
Last time the mortgage payment was late, he had spanked her until she cried, and then a little more.
She shuddered, remembering her last spanking, and the realization that this was how she would have to discipline her beloved husband: first bringing him to tears, then continuing long enough to make him dread any repetition of this punishment.
“Go make a paddle, Joe.”
“What?”
“Go make a spanking paddle. Now. In your workshop.”
They went into his workshop, where they found a flat piece of maple. Jane quickly sketched a rough oval outline. She held his hand for a long moment, kissed him, and climbed into her car.
“Back in a minute,” and she drove to town, trying to hide the tears in her eyes.
The local hobby store had a leather belt kit, which was ideal because the buckle was not yet attached. The leather strap was a little on the heavy side, but the small bottle of neat’s-foot oil would make the leather more flexible. On the way home she tried telling herself that the oil would make the belt hit more softly.
Jane was determined treat her husband in a loving manner on this special day, and she wanted the same from him. Realizing that if they remained apart their nervousness might turn into nastiness, she resolved to stay near him, so that if either one of them started to become sullen the other one was there to help. When she got home she went into the workshop, gave him a loving kiss, and watched him work on the paddle for a while.
“Make it very smooth, darling. I don’t want it to hurt you.” A sudden intake of breath as she realized the import of her words: “um …………. I meant ..…..……. I meant ……” She looked away hastily, “I guess it……..…….”
“I know, Janey. I know. It’ll be all right.”
She turned to him with pity in her eyes: “Joe, this is going to be so hard for me.
I really don’t want to do this”
He asked, hopefully: “couldn’t we skip it?”
She looked at him, with love I her eyes: “no darling, we have to do it. And we have to do it right. Is it ready?”
Joseph handed her a smooth oval paddle, not too big, not too small, not too heavy; it looked like just the right size to cover one side of his behind. Both of them shivered with dread.
“Come with me.” She took him by the hand and led him into the kitchen, where they cooked dinner together.
They ate. Two huge butterflies in two small stomachs made conversation almost impossible. Finally, needing to be closer to him, she moved her chair right next to his, and held his hand while she finished her dinner. Gratitude showed in his eyes.
Just before 6 PM she called him into the bedroom, and kissed him.
“Take your clothes off and lie down on the bed”
“Wait! Wait! It’s not eight yet”
“I know that, darling. And I’m not going to punish you now. That will be at eight like I said before, but the rules say I shouldn’t talk to you while I am punishing you, and there is so much I have to say to you and hear from you.”
“Can’t we talk with my clothes on?”
She smiled gently: “We need to rehearse, darling. I want to do it right.”
He undressed and lay on the bed.
“Joe, you know we have to do this. Help me get started, please.”
He is now truly moved to remorse by the anguish this is causing her. “Spencer says you start with the paddle, Janey, then when my skin is tender you should use the leather strap, if you think it’s necessary.”
“I’m using the strap, sweetie. You’re going to get the full treatment even if I’m crying while I do it.”
Paddle first……….
She stood over him, paddle in hand, and took a few practice swings at the air.
“Shall I go over your lap, darling?”
“Lie still, sweetheart.” She paddled him twice.
He grimaced.
“Will that make you cry?”
“I don’t know”
“How many of those do I give you?”
“You’ll know when it’s enough, Janey”
“Lie very still, hon.”
She paddled him several times, taking a long time between each one, evaluating how to hold the paddle, where to strike on his bottom, and how to use her wrist.
Then she picked up the leather belt: “I guess I better try out this strap now. I’m so sorry, Joe.”
“No …. I’m the one who’s sorry. Really I am.”
“Are you all right with this?”
“Let’s just use the paddle, Janey. ”
“Joe? What will happen if ……. if it isn’t enough?”
He thought about it. “If I forget the mortgage again, you’ll have to punish me again.”
“Oh no.” A sudden shake of her head. “I don’t ever want to do this again.” Long silence. “I have to do it good enough this time, don’t I?” Jane and Joe look at each other nervously, knowing that “good enough” means: “I have to use the belt, Joe.” She shuddered. I don’t know if the paddle will be enough.”
“You’ll know, darling. I trust you”
“Lie still for me, hon.”
She reached inside her core, gathered the strength she needed, and whipped him, hard.
A loud “Ouch!” from Joe, and then in a very small voice “I think that will work”
The belt fell on his bottom again.
“Ow! Jane!”
“Lie very still, hon, and remember to keep your legs together.”
Down came that wicked strap again, this time harder than ever. Joe shook from the pain, and Jane also, trembling because she hurting the man she loves.
“I guess I can do this now ……… I guess I have to do this………..
I just wish I didn’t …….”
Jane sat on a chair next to her husband and rubbed his bottom gently. “I said we have some talking to do …………. I’m not going to scold you. But I need to talk about this some more.” She paused, then: “I love you, Joe. I don’t want to hurt you. But I must.” Jane bent over and held him close, resting her cheek on his back so he couldn’t see her face, and said very softly: “Don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad.”
“I mean afterwards. For hurting you.”
And he understood.
“You have my word on that, honey. I will not ever resent you doing this. I won’t ever bring it up again, unless you want to talk about it later.” He took her hand in his: “I learned something just now, when I was lying there, waiting for your strap. I learned how much I trust you.”
“It won’t be like that.” She began to cry, very aware of what she must soon inflict on the man she loved. “It’s going to hurt more than that. A lot more.”
“I know, Janey. But that’s what I want to tell you. It’ll be ok. I really do trust you.” He took her face gently in his hands, and looked directly into her eyes: “I’ll always trust you, Jane.”
“Thank you for making this easier, Joe ………. I was dreading this part more than spanking you …….” Then she opened her arms and embraced him gently. “Stay with me Joe, just like this. I don’t want to be alone right now.”
These two frightened lovers clung to each other, dreading the awful moments that they knew had to come. Joe whispered quiet love words into her ears, reassuring her that even though he didn’t want this, he knew it was necessary.
“Joe? Did you mean that earlier? About how you would do anything you could to make this easier for me?”
“Yes, love.”
“Come with me.”
Jane led her husband to the shower. “Do you remember that time about a year ago? When you spanked me in the morning right after I showered?” He nodded.
“It hurt like you wouldn’t believe.” Joe looked at her silently. Jane spoke to his chest, rushing her words, not wanting to meet his eyes: “Maybe if it hurts real bad you can cry right away and I can stop. Will you try for me? Promise me you won’t try to fight it.” She held him tightly. “If there was any other way ……… this is so hard for me, Joe. Can you do this for me?”
“I’ll do anything you want, Jane.”
“Anything?”
“Yes, my love”
“Then undress me. I want to shower with you.”
It was a long, slow, gentle, intimate experience. They washed each other, played little games with soapy hands and soapy bodies, and used the telephone shower nozzle to rinse everything twice, front and back. Joe had a surprise for her. He held up a bar of her special soap, still in the wrapper, and pointed to where it said: “softens the skin.” He unwrapped it for her, winked, and asked her to “wash my back.” She knew what he meant; it was clear, without further words, that he understood her need to make him cry quickly. This gesture meant so much to her; she spent a long time gently working the lather into the skin of his bottom.
While they dried each other she asked: “why does Spencer say we can’t talk during punishment?”
And Joe replied: “It stops any scolding or pleading.”
“Well, I’m changing the rules for tonight. If you want to tell me how sorry you are ………….. I’ll be listening.” She looked at her husband with adoring eyes: And if I want to tell you I love you, I will.”
Joe stayed undressed; Jane wondered out loud what she should wear …..
“Anything, or nothing, … you look so good tonight, darling.”
She gave him a quick loving smile: “Thank you, kind sir. Flattery will get you spanked.”
He managed a laugh. “I love your sense of humor. You’ve been so kind to me today, Janey.”
She hugged him tightly, “I love you. Sweetheart, just because I have to punish you doesn’t mean I have to be cruel to you.”
Jane put on a short cotton nightgown that was easy for her to move around in.
Joe looked at the clock, only five minutes left now until 8, and the butterflies danced in his stomach.
“Jane?” He drew a deep breath: “I’m ready now.”
With fresh tears in her eyes she wordlessly nodded her assent.
“Hold me, Joe.” She hugged him for a long minute. “I love you. Lie down on the bed, sweetheart. It’s time.”
Jane kissed the back of his neck after he lied down, then she sat in a chair next to the bed, watching the clock, rubbing the paddle on his freshly showered skin, telling him to relax. Exactly at eight o’clock the paddle fell on her husband’s naked bottom with sharp stinging swats, which soon had him squirming around on the bed. She increased the pressure of her hand on his back to hold him still and said: “lie still, Joe. I know it hurts.” She continued to spank, and while the sting from the paddle in her right hand lets him know she cares enough to punish him, the constant touch of her left hand on his back tells him that she truly loves him.
He began to gasp, and to apologize: “I’m sorry Jane, really I am.”
“I know sweet heart. But I have to make you sorrier, now.” So she paddled him faster. “Don’t fight it, sweetheart, please just cry. Make it easy on me, please?
He began to rise up off the bed as she spanked harder and she told him again:
“Trust me, Joe. Don’t you move.” And he forced himself to lie there, being true to his word.
Just as he had foretold, when he was very near the breaking point, she knew it was time for the strap. When he saw her pick it up he tried to accept it silently, but he was in so much pain he begged her to wait for a minute.
And she knew, without being told, that waiting would be worse for both of them. It was almost over now; if she waited it would be like starting over again. Without delay, she whipped him quickly. The pain was intense. He yelped. Another quick one in the same place caused him to start bucking up and down.
“Lie very still, Joe. I’m going to hurt you a lot right now.”
She whipped him hard, plying the strap right across his bottom, where the paddle had fallen so many times already, and then across his thighs.
“Not there! Not there!” Joe couldn’t hold back any more: “Please not there!” The sting of the strap was intense, and he missed the comfort of her hand on his back. He wanted to tell her that; he desperately wanted to ask her to hold him, but his pain was too great, and he had given his word to cry as soon as he could.
But she knew! She knew he needed her touch, but she knew if she comforted him it would take longer for him to cry. Once again she was torn between her love for her husband, her duty as his wife, and her need to end it as soon as she could. Without a word she placed her left hand in the small of his back, gently pressing him down on their bed, and with the touch of her hand he knew everything was all right with her, and she with him.
That simple gesture broke him. He knew what it had cost her; he knew in his heart that she had just traded her peace of mind for his comfort. His remorse did what the strap had not yet done, and hot tears came to his eyes. Like a dam breaking, slowly at first, the magnitude of what he had put her through for an entire day overwhelmed him at last, and huge sobs racked his body.
“Listen to me, Joe. Lie very very still for me right now.”
She pressed down harder on his back. When he was motionless she hit him much harder than she ever had before, right in the crease, where the bottom joined the thighs.
“It hurts!!!!!!!!!!!!! It hurts !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Now it was Jane’s turn to cry, very very softly.
She repeated this on his other side; first holding him gently to make him relax, a command to be still, because she was gong to hurt him, then an absolute scorching stinger in the crease where it hurts the most.
His pain was so great that she burst into tears. Still she continued the strapping, whipping him faster, dampening his bottom with her tears, until she could do no more.
Jane sat in the chair next to him, rubbing his back and his legs, not daring to touch his bright red bottom yet. She murmured soft endearments as he cried and told her how sorry he was. When he was coherent she picked up the paddle and began rubbing the cool wood surface over his hot punished bottom.
“Jane? Is it over?”
Smack!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Not yet, hon. I’ll tell you when it’s over. Still trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“I love you.”
Jane went to the head of the bed, made herself comfortable with her back against the headboard, placed her legs straight out, and said: “Come over my lap.” And she patted her legs with her left hand, the paddle still in her right. He started to ask how much more, but she put her finger on his lips, “you just keep saying you’re sorry, Joe, if you really want to talk.”
She spanked him over her lap, with slow, hard strokes, holding him and caressing him with her other hand. “The paddle and the strap before was to punish you for not paying the mortgage. But this spanking right now is to remind you, every minute when you sit down tomorrow, of the anguish you put me through today.” And she paddled the lower curve of his behind with the wooden paddle harder and harder until he was crying real tears again.
“Cry for me, darling. Let it all out now. It’s over … all over, baby …. It’s over now.”
“Forgive me, Jane. I’m so sorry. Please say you forgive me.”
“I forgive you. I will always forgive you. Cry, my love.”
She opened her gown, put his head on her breasts, and held him while he cried.
And her tears joined his …………………………..
It is difficult to tell which half of this loving couple was in the most pain. It didn’t matter. The communion of these two, as they cried in each other’s arms, was an intense bonding experience. It was not sex. It was beyond sex.
Later, much later, she peeked: “Let me see. Oh darling!” She started crying anew: “your poor bottom!”
He turned over, sitting right where he hurt most, and took her in his arms: “I’m all right, Janey.”
“How can you … aren’t you sore?”
“Yes dear. It hurts like hell. But if I can stop your crying, by sitting like this, I will.”
After a few minutes, “Jane?” He kissed her. “Thank you.”
She looked at him. “Oh! You remembered.”
“I mean it. I think it hurt you more than it hurt me, honey. Thank you for showing me how much you care.” He paused: “I’m sorry for making you do this.”
“Hush, Joe. No more apologies, remember? That’s all over now ……… you’re not mad at me?”
“I’m not mad, Janey”
“You’re not just saying that, because you promised?”
“That came from here, Janey,” he pointed to his heart, “and from here.” He pointed to his behind, which made her smile. He kissed her again, longer this time. “Is it ok to talk about it?”
“I don’t mind”
“Are you ok, sweetheart? You’ve been looking pretty traumatized since this whole thing started. Now that it’s over, how is it with you?”
“When I was strapping you I almost lost it. I was crying long before you were;
I don’t know if you felt my tears on your back …………”
He kissed her eyes.
“Anyway, when you started to cry, then I was ok, because I knew it was over.”
“But, you kept going …………”
“Yes Joe, I felt I had to. But I had done my duty. I could stop any time I wanted. That’s what I meant.”
“How did you manage? When it got bad, I mean?”
“I just kept telling myself how much worse it could get if I didn’t.”
“Worse?”
“Yes, worse. Our marriage. Whipping you is nowhere near as bad as arguing.”
“I know ……. Maybe next time we start fighting we should spank sooner instead of later”
“You’re ok with this ………. You really are ok with me …… you’re really not mad, are you?”
“Nope. Told you.”
“Good, because I might have to do it again.”
“Why?”
“Remember that stuff about making you dread a repeat?”
“Yeah”
“I need to convince you I can do it again, otherwise you won’t believe it”
“I’m convinced! I’m convinced!” His hands flew back to cover his bottom. Jane started to laugh. Joe thought for a long minute: “I said I trusted you, Janey. I believe you can do this any time you need. But if you need to prove it, I’ll go take another shower.”
Jane hugged him tightly. “Well, maybe not now.” They both smiled with relief.
“Anyway, honey, all wifely duty aside, how do you feel inside?”
“A few minutes ago, I was a wreck. I thought I had hurt you and the hurt would never go away. When you thanked me, and I saw you meant it, now I’m ok. All my heartache went away at that moment. I could see it in your eyes. You still love me.”
“I always will.”
“You never doubted my love? Not even when I was hurting you so bad?”
“No, lover. I knew you wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t care. That’s how I got through it.”
“Was it so very bad?”
“Physically, yes, I’ve never felt physical pain like that. But mentally, and emotionally, I knew you loved me, I knew you cared. I was fine.” Pause.
“Thank you for loving me, Jane”
“Let me look again”
“You wont get upset?”
“I’m ok now. Turn over. Can I rub?”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
She rubbed his bottom gently for a while, tutt- tutting over some red spots, then she lifted her hand. “Lie very still, hon.”
Joe’s buttocks immediately clenched. He waited like that for half a minute, then she started rubbing again. He looked up with a frown, and saw a smile on her face. Within one minute both of them had tears rolling down their faces, because they were laughing like two crazy people. And when they laughed, tears of doubt and fear, of bitterness and remorse, rolled off of their cheeks and fell away from their lives, never to return. |
Wolfie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Wolfie
Post Number: 1348
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, February 18, 2006 - 01:00 am: |
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Laurence, this was lovely! Beautifully written, warm and compassionate. Thank you for sharing this with us....and welcome to the Den. 
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
Grow old with me, the best is yet to be.
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Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 2521
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, February 18, 2006 - 10:30 am: |
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yes very very nice, wow thank you so much
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
Hubbie is due back home in march.................pout stomp !!!
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Reader_girl
Junior Spanko
Username: Reader_girl
Post Number: 75
Registered: 07-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, February 18, 2006 - 10:34 am: |
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That was very sweet, Laurence. Thanks for sharing! You are quite a writer.
Reader Girl
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Laurence
New member
Username: Laurence
Post Number: 2
Registered: 02-2006
| | Posted on Sunday, February 19, 2006 - 09:49 pm: |
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Thank you all for your kind words.
How does one edit a posted story? |
Zippo
Advanced Spanko
Username: Zippo
Post Number: 1602
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Monday, February 20, 2006 - 12:20 pm: |
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Laurence, What a wonderful story, thanks for sharing. Welcome to the Den. To edit your posts, click on the icon on the right hand side of the post and click edit. I believe you have a half hour from the time you post to edit. After that you would need to contact a moderator for assistance. Hope to see more of your stories.
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