Lately, with my husband’s new job, the baby, and life in general, we haven’t had a lot of time for punishment, spankings, or even discussions. No, I haven’t stopped misbehaving or deserving spankings, we just haven’t had the time to administer them, but yesterday we found some time and jumped on the opportunity. My husband also found a new implement 😦
My husband told me to go upstairs and wait for him. Not only was he going to punish me, but he also told me that he had a few surprises in mind. I had a pretty good idea of what one of the surprises were, because I had picked it out. A few moments after I got into our bedroom and sat on the bed, he came up with the belt, hairbrush, and. . .a new, much thicker, paddle in hand. No, I didn’t know about the paddle. This was new and it didn’t look like something that I was going to enjoy.
He had me get on my hands and knees on our bed and lower my head. He then pulled down my shorts and panties and picked up the hairbrush. I asked him if I could at least get a warm up and he responded with, “this is the warm up.”
He came down hard with the hairbrush on the very first swat and it instantly stung. I whined and complained, but I stayed surprisingly still through the entire spanking. After about 20 swats with the hairbrush, my husband picked up the belt. He likes loudly snapping the belt together to try to make me nervous about the impending spanking. . .it works. After the first smack of the belt I complained that it hurt.
Not surprisingly he said, “It’s supposed to hurt.” And he continued on.
I probably got another 20 smacks with the belt and then he grabbed the thick paddle. It wasn’t very long like the fraternity paddles you see, it was short. Maybe a foot in length including the handle, but it was easily 7 inches across and and an inch and a half thick. He anticipated that I would try to move so he wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed the paddle against my bottom.
“Ready?” He asked. I didn’t respond. I just closed my eyes and waited for the first smack.
It didn’t sting like our other paddle, it hurt more like the hairbrush. It was heavier and the paddle hit harder and hurt more, but it was similar. I whined, begged, squealed, and pleaded, but he didn’t spank me any softer or slower. After about 20-30 smacks of the paddle I was done. He let me lay there and he held me to his chest. He kissed my hair and rubbed his hands all over me. I instantly felt better. When my husband isn’t using his hands to punish me, they are wonderful, magical things. Just as my body started to melt in his hands, he stopped and told me to “go get the ginger.” I thought about complaining. I thought about asking to do it “next time.” I thought about arguing. My sore bottom made me think otherwise and I got up and got the ginger out of the refrigerator and a knife and I returned to my husband.
He and I had never tried figging together. I had one experience with it prior, and I had written about it on here. To make a long story short, it didn’t go very well and we ended up “losing” the ginger because it wasn’t carved in the right shape. This was probably about 3 years ago and I was ready to try it again. My husband carved the ginger while I watched and waited. Once he was satisfied with the shape he had me get back on all fours in bed. I had read stories about the ginger taking a few minutes to start to burn. . .that was not the case. I started feeling in only moments after he touched the ginger to my bottom hole. It burned more and more as he pushed it in until finally I couldn’t stand it. He had just gotten it all the way in when I begged him to take it out and he complied. He had never tried figging before and he wasn’t going to make me hold it if I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t. I don’t know how people keep it inside. Talk about torture! It burned so horribly even after my husband removed the ginger. It was terrible. I rushed to the bathroom to do anything I could to make it stop hurting. It was far too intense for me and we both agreed not to try that again.