Bend Over

“Bend Over”

What is it about those two words
that makes me hold my breath,
and makes my pulse quicken?

Those two words
that fill me with exhileration
and fear at the same time.

Said with a stern, even tone.
My heart races.
My mind can’t focus.
My body tingles.
And butterflies, oh the butterflies.

What is it about those two simple words
that push me over the edge.
And for a moment,
time stops.

“Bend Over,” he says.
I obey.
Then the awaited connection
between the implement and my bottom.

The moment is over,
the spanking has begun.

I Got Out of It. . .

It is not often that I get out of a spanking, nor do I usually try to. This time however, if I hadn’t gotten out of it I was going to be one hurting little girl.

My husband very recently got his CDL. He has always worked around trucks, but he was never able to drive them until now. So congratulations to my husband for graduating truck driving school ❤ Anyways, once he graduated he immediately wanted to start looking for a new job. So we took a few copies of his resume and went riding around to a few well-known trucking jobs. He was putting the baby in the car so I had his resumes and once we got in the car I placed them in the middle. Once we got up the road a ways he realized where they were and yelled at me for "wrinkling them."

Normally I am pretty submissive and obedient, but every now and again I get competitive. Sometimes I just need to have the last word and WIN! I'm not sure why I get like this, and I should really know better because it never ends well for me, but this was one of those times. The resumes were not wrinkled, they really weren't, and his yelling about it pissed me off. I was going to even the score. I had a bad attitude from that moment on and I was looking for any reason to start a fight. I continued to ask him to bring me home because I didn't want to ride around with him while he was going to be an "ass hole." There I go with the name calling again.

Well I kept it up for a good 20 minutes and my husband was furious. He yelled at me, really yelled at me, and turned the car around. He told me he was going to bring me home to spank my ass raw and then he was going to continue his job search the next day by himself. I have never been that scared of a spanking. I knew if I let him spank me while he was that mad, he was going to hurt me. So I very quickly apologized and begged him to turn back around. I told him I would behave myself and he didn't have to spank me. After a few minutes of begging, he calmed down and we were able to continue his job search.

We really could have skipped all of that if I had just apologized for "wrinkling" his resumes in the first place, but no. . .I have to open my big mouth and start a fight. I don't know what goes on in my head sometimes. See why I need my husband to take control and punish me? Sometimes I am just a brat.

I am very lucky that I got out of it and I still haven't been spanked since. I don't think my luck will last though. We have been busy so he hasn't really had the time to spank me thoroughly, but we don't have much going on for the remainder of the weekend so I doubt I will get through it without a spanking. Why is it so hard to just behave?

Spanking III

Well, I managed to get myself in trouble again. We went to a school concert for my younger siblings and we brought the baby. I wasn’t sure how she was going to do there, but I figured we would give it a shot. She started crying pretty much as soon as we got there so my husband brought her out into the lobby of the school. After a few minutes I went out to check on them and to feed my daughter. I took her into the bathroom and fed her and then we all went back into the concert to try it again. She does well in public and she loves music so I figured she would like it, but she didn’t. I’m not sure what the problem was, but she wasn’t happy. So my husband took her back out into the lobby. My siblings were performing so I stayed and watched. After a while I went back out to check on them. My husband was furious. The baby had been crying the entire time and my husband didn’t have the diaper bag or the car seat because they were both with me in the auditorium. I hadn’t realized that an hour had gone by and he had been sitting in the lobby with a screaming baby while I was oblivious in the auditorium. I should have known better. Every night from 7 until bed time my daughter is cranky and cries. It really wasn’t a good idea to bring her in the first place and I should have gone out to check on them a lot sooner than I had. I figured he had taken her out to the car and gotten her to sleep, but he hadn’t. I felt so horrible that I had left them out there all I could do was cry, and my husband was so mad at me. Needless to say, I got quite a spanking. He had me bend over the couch while he spanked me with the belt. On my bare bottom, of course. I can’t tell you how many strokes I got or how long he spanked me for, but my bottom was on fire. Then, he had me bend over his lap while he continued to spank me with the belt and then his hand. He has never spanked me so hard with his hand. I was very close to tears by the time he was finished. My bottom was very red and hot to touch. I figured we were done when we started making dinner, but I was quite wrong. After dinner he grabbed the paddle and the hairbrush and pulled me back over his lap. He started with the paddle. . .I HATE the paddle. It stings so horribly and my husband knows it, so lately it has been his favorite implement. I stayed as still as I possibly could because I knew I deserved it, but it was so hard, and it hurt so bad. Then, he spanked me with the hairbrush. My husband has one and only style when it comes to punishment spankings: hard and fast 😦 He alternated a few times with the paddle and hairbrush until he had turned my bottom from white to pink to red and then back to white again. When he was finally finished punishing me he stood me up, held me close, and told me he loved me. Later that night he put in my butt plug and had me keep it in for a couple hours. If you have ever had to keep a butt plug in for that long you know it gets quite uncomfortable after a while. I had to keep my pants off and he kept fiddling with it. I enjoy it, but it always embarrasses me when he touches me back there. But it was well deserved and I am quite sore.