The Punishment

Well, it happened. The impending punishment I had mentioned prior had been carried out and I am now a sore girl laying on my stomach with my panties below my buns.

The first day he spanked me he warned me it was only a warm up. He bent me over the couch while he first warmed my bottom with his hand and then the long, thin paddle.  My husband is a big hand and his hands are like big, heavy paddles themselves. By the end, my bottom was red and I was apologizing through my whines and moans.

The second day (today) was worse…much worse.  My husband put me in the same position, my knees on the cushion, elbows on the back of the couch, and my bottom sticking out.  He started with the thin paddle, stinging each cheek from top to bottom. I tried taking this spanking like a big girl; without any squirming or whining, but that was short lived. 

Once he felt I had been thoroughly paddled, he began spanking me with his hand.  Each smack stinging more than the last, all the while he was reminding me that he was tired of my disobedience and that I deserved every bit of what I was getting.

I was a apologizing and begging him to stop when he began rubbing my bottom. I was praying that he was finished when he stood up, but my heart sank when I saw him grab the othe paddle…the thick, heavy one. I am pretty sure I screamed after each smack, he did not take it easy on me either.  My bottom stung, and throbbed, and felt like it was on fire!

My husband put the paddle down and rubbed my bottom for a few minutes.  Once he pulled me into his arms  I was sure that the spanking was over.  I pulled up my pants and left to cook dinner. After we ate, my husband really surprised me. He grabbed the freaking wooden spoon from the kitchen and ordered me back over the couch. He knows the wooden spoon is my least favorite implement and reserves it for special occasions. 

My bottom was very sore to begin with, so much so that sitting through dinner was difficult.  He only gave me about 20 quick smacks with the spoon, but that was enough to send me into a frantic state of wiggling, pleading, and swearing to never misbehave again.

The punishment was severe, but I cannot deny that it fits the crime.  I am a sore and sorry girl but I know that my husband loves me and only wants what is best for me. 

No News is Good News?

My Husband and I were talking the other day about a little bit of everything, and as usual, our Domestic Discipline lifestyle came up.

It is not often that I don’t share the details of my “misdeeds,” but this is one of those occasions.  I keep  myself anonymous for many reasons, but this is something I don’t even care to share with the online community.  I will just say that I did something that I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyway.

While we were talking, my husband brought up this incident and told me that he hadn’t forgotten about it and that I WILL still be punished for it.  He told me that the hanger will not suffice this time and we just have not had the time or privacy to carry out my impending punishment.

As you know, my husband works a lot, and now that we have gotten into our new house I have been spending 3-6 days a week there cleaning, spackeling, painting, and anything else I am able to do indoors, on top of being a mom and wife with those related responsibilities and my Princess House business.  We just haven’t had time.

He went on to say that a lot of things will be changing once we do move into our new house.  He said there will be new rules and new ways of doing things, but I couldn’t get him to elaborate.  I am very excited for things to finally settle down after we get to move in, but now I am a little nervous, anxious, and curious about what he intends to do.

I am also not sure when he plans to carry out my punishment for my “misdeed,” but I have a feeling I won’t be sitting for a while after. . .