A Thermometer, A Suppository, An Enema, and a Maintenance Spanking

Tonight I am writing with a very sore bottom, inside and out!  Though tonight was only a maintenance spanking night, it was far from uneventful.

This is extremely embarrassing to share and I can only guess that I am as red as a raspberry right now just thinking about the recent happenings, but here it goes.

The evening began with me asking my husband if he would watch our daughter so I could lay down because I wasn’t feeling well. He agreed and told me that he would come to check on me in a little while. Just as I began to doze off, he walked in the room and asked how I was feeling. My stomach was off and uncomfortable, undoubtedly from another case of *blush* constipation. 

He had me roll over so he could take my temperature, the only way he does it anymore.  It came back normal, 98.2 degrees. I hadn’t shared with my husband that I was constipated, but I gave it away when I asked for a suppository.  I never ask for them because of how much it embarrasses me, but I was uncomfortable and I knew I needed something.  I had already tried coffee and apple juice!  He agreed, got the jar of suppositories, and slipped one into my bottom. He ended up having to give me another one about an hour later, but they both didn’t work!!

So, while I was laying on the couch whining and uncomfortable, my husband offered to go to the store and get me a fleets enema. Shocked that he even knew what a fleets was, I agreed. He ran to the store, came back, put a towel on the couch and had me put my head on the couch and my butt in the air. He inserted the saline enema and emptied the contents of the bottle intoy bottom. He rubbed my back while I stayed in that position for a few minutes before he let me go to the bathroom. He ended up giving me another one just to be safe, but I felt 100 times better afterwards aside from a sore bottom.

We were watching a movie together when he reminded me that it was maintenance day and he told me that we were going to do things a little different. First, he undressed me completely, instead of just pulling down my bottoms. He then proceeded to run his hands over every square inch of my body, it gave me chills. He had me lay down on the couch with my legs towards him and he spread apart my pussy and began to look at me and touch me. He slapped my pussy and my breasts, but it didn’t hurt.  It was actually quite erotic. He had me bend over while he did the same to my ass, and then my spanking began. He only used his hand, but he turned my bottom quite red and it was very hot. Once he had finished spanking me, he sent me to the corner without my clothes. I stead of just standing there, I had to reach behind and spread myself open so he could see the most private parts of my body.

The entire evening was very humiliating, but I am certain that was the point.  He takes the best care of me and always knows how to make me feel submissive and loved. Hope I didn’t gross anyone out with this one!

My First Time: Paddle Spanking From My Husband

So today has not been a very good day for my bottom. I got the spanking my husband has been warning me about, and it was quite the spanking. It seems that whenever my husband warns me that I am going to get “the spanking of my life” he introduces a new implement. . .this time it was the paddle. I have been paddled only once before, and not by my husband. Boy, does that sting! I can’t call this a maintenance spanking because, in my opinion, a maintenance spanking occurs when you have been well behaved and just need a reminder to keep up the good behavior. This was more of a spanking for all of the little things I’ve done lately that haven’t warranted a spanking, but combined warranted a good, long spanking. . .and that’s just what I got!
My husband gathered the paddle and the hairbrush and lead me into the living room. He had me bend over the couch with my knees on the seat and my elbows on the back. Then he pulled down my shorts and panties. There was no warm up or anything, he started right in with the paddle. It was a long and thin wooden paddle that reached across my entire bottom. It stung so badly. Each time I tried to cover my bottom he would hit my hand with the paddle, and that hurt quite badly too! I can’t tell you how many times he spanked me with that implement or how long he spanked me for. All I can say is that it hurt and I was begging him to stop by the time he set it down. Then he picked up the hairbrush. Without a pause he began spanking me with that, alternating cheeks. He covered my bottom with spanks with the hairbrush. I was squirming all over the place and swearing that I would never misbehave again. When he set that down, I thought he was finished and I took a sigh of relief, but boy, was I wrong. Then he began spanking me with his hand. My husband has a very big, heavy hand and he knows how to use it. After a few minutes of that he ordered me into the corner. He sat on the couch admiring my red bottom while I stood there. He told me this was only a break, and that I wasn’t done. He was watching the clock, I think I was in the corner for about 10 minutes, though he didn’t say. This time he had me get over his lap. He held me across the waist with his left hand while he spanked me with his right. He started with the paddle again which stung and made me squeal with each strike. It is almost as bad as the wooden spoon which is my sworn enemy. Then he spanked me again with the hairbrush. The entire ordeal took about a half hour. I was quite the sore, sorry, little girl. He hugged and kissed me after it was all over and I felt better, but I have to say, it hurts to be sitting here writing right now! I can’t say that I didn’t deserve that punishment. I haven’t exactly been the most obedient wife lately, and I have been quite argumentative. I think I will have a sore bottom for a while to remind me to behave.

My First Time: Suppository

It’s kind of embarrassing for me to write about this, but I figured it was relevant because I had posted about my first enema and I also like the idea of suppositories as punishment. I haven’t told my husband that I think they would make a good punishment, I figured we would work our way up to that. After I had my daughter via C-section I had to take iron pills (due to blood loss) and pain killers. Needless to say, I was quite, ahem, backed up. I had been taking stool softeners to move things along, but after a week I started to get desperate and my doctor suggested suppositories. I’m not sure why, but the idea of my husband giving me a suppository for what its actual purpose is was embarrassing to me, but it excited me at the same time. Of course, my husband didn’t even know what they were or how they were given so I had to explain it all, but he was on board. So we went to the store and picked up a small jar of glycerine suppositories. That night he kept reminding me that I had to have one, I think he was much more excited about it than I was. I still had a lot of healing to do so he couldn’t put me over his lap. Instead he had me get on all fours on our bed. He then pulled down my shorts and panties, put a little vaseline on my bottom, and inserted the suppository. He fingered my bottom for a bit, saying he couldn’t wait until we could have sex again because it had been so long. I won’t go into detail, but the suppository did work 🙂 My husband has given me suppositories a few times since then and he says that it really turns him on to give them to me. So perhaps I will suggest using them as a punishment in the near future, I don’t think he will object.