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!

Maintenance Paddling

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My husband surprised me today, and I love his surprises.  He has been very busy getting us ready to move into our new house, but he made time today to stop home and tell me he was going to give me a maintenance spanking.  I was both surprised and excited, it had been a while since he had done anything like this.

He grabbed two paddles, the long-thin one, and the wide-heavy one, and led me into the living room.  He had me bend over the couch where he immediately pulled down my shorts and panties and began paddling my bare bottom hard and fast with the long, thin paddle.  I couldn’t take it, and I moved my bottom out of the way.  He commanded that I stay still and tapped the paddle on my hips, just hard enough for it to sting.  Once I moved back into place, he spanked me a few times with his hand and then began again with the paddle.  My bottom was on fire and I couldn’t help but cry out and wiggle.  It hurts too much for me to be still!  I think because I was cold, it didn’t take long for me to start telling him I was sorry and begging him to stop.  Then he said something that surprised me, his exact words were “Maintenance spanking or not, I am not going to go easy on you.”  That made me feel like I had to toughen up and take my spanking like a big girl.

After a few more minutes he stood up, and I thought he might not even use the other paddle.  I stood up too and began to pull up my pants, but he shook his head.  He picked up the other paddle and said that he was going to give me 9 “good ones” and that I was not to move or it wouldn’t count.  I shuddered.  I started to move back into position on my knees, leaning over the couch, but he stopped me and told me to lay down on my belly on the couch and bite on the thin paddle.  I did as I was told.

My husband meant it when he said “good ones.”  Every smack made me cry out and made my ass feel like it was being burned and stung by a million bees at the same time!   I begged him not to hit the same spot more than once at a time, but the paddle is so big that it covers the majority of my bottom and it couldn’t be helped.  After the 8th smack, I begged my husband to stop and even tried to convince him that he had already given me 9 smacks with that paddle, but he knew better.  He made the 9th smack especially hard and I screamed quite loudly, I was worried I might wake the baby.  He rubbed my hot, sore bottom for a few minutes and then I made him lunch before he returned to his work.

Sitting hurts.  😦

A Spanking To Make Me Feel Better

I have been having a rather hard week and I have a lot on my plate at the moment.  I got recent news that my biological father isn’t doing well and have made plans to take a trip to Georgia to visit with that side of my family.  I have a lot of conflicting emotions with the situation because this is a man that I haven’t spoken to in over 2 and a half years.

Last night, I came to bed with a frown on my face and my husband offered to spank me.  My husband knows that spankings can be a big release for me, but he has never asked me if I wanted a spanking when I was feeling sad or anxious.  I nodded.  He had me retrieve the hanger and lay on the bed.  He left my panties on for the majority of the spanking.  He didn’t say much while he was spanking me this time, and this was probably the best I have taken a spanking in  a long while.  He spanked me hard, very hard.  It was exactly what I needed though.

I buried my face in the pillow and moaned, sometimes nearly screaming.  It hurt.  The hanger made a silent slap each time it connected with my bottom and I gasped with each stroke.  My husband would alternate between severely whipping my bottom and rubbing it.  His hands felt so good on my stinging flesh.  He commented on the texture of the welts cascaded across my bottom, but he continued to spank me.  Eventually I was sobbing into the pillow, yes crying.  He continued to spank me.  This was the point he needed to bring me to, and he knew it.  Even when I begged him to stop, he told me “Just a few more.”  He gave me another 15 hard swats, and then he was finished.  He rubbed my bottom for a long while and held me close.

Finally, I got up to put away the hanger and he had me get my butt plug and the lube.  He filled my bottom with the plug and held me close beside me.  He told me to just keep it in and think about it for a while as he fell asleep beside me.

A Drunken Night

I would love to give you all of the details of last night’s spanking, but I can’t remember it all.  My husband and I went out last night to a bar with some friends and then we all came back to the house for a few more drinks.  I barely ever drink in excess and needless to say, I was rather intoxicated. . .actually, I was rather intoxicated before we even left the bar.

I’m not sure how it started, but a few days prior my friend and I got into a conversation about some of the things we try to get our men into and the topic of spanking came up.  Apparently, we share a lot of the same interests.  My blog was also mentioned and I ended up giving her the link so she could read about some of the things my husband and I get into.  She told me later that she was very captivated by my blog and read the entire thing in one night, so she was well versed on our lifestyle by the time we went out last night.  In my intoxicated state, I mentioned to my husband that I had given her the link to my blog and she knew about everything.  He took it better than I had expected, he was fine with it.

This is where my memory get’s a little fuzzy.  Every time my friend caught me saying something I shouldn’t, she would give me this look as if to say, “better behave yourself!”  and I would smile.  My husband even said something to imply that he would spank me right in front of them, I can’t remember exactly what he said, but I remember I was embarrassed and felt myself blush.  My friend smiled about that as well.

After our guests left, I did end up getting a rather severe spanking, but I can’t remember how we lead up to that point or what exactly the spanking was for.  (Don’t tell my husband that!)  I remember him bending me over the kitchen sink while he undid my belt and took down my pants and panties.  I can’t remember if he started with his hand or the belt, but I do know that he used both while I was in that position.  He also put my butt plug in my bottom while I was in that position, but I can’t remember if that was done before or after the spanking.

My husband then lowered me to my knees while he made me gag on his manhood.  I can’t tell you how long I did this, but I fell like he was fucking my throat for quite sometime.   After he sprayed his seed into my mouth and I had swallowed every drop, he guided me to the couch.  He had my knees on the cushions and my elbows on the back with my butt sticking out.   He grabbed the long thin paddle and continued to redden my bottom.  Again, I can’t remember how long he spanked me, nor can I remember all of the other implements he used.  I am quite certain that he used the belt again, but I’m not sure if he used his hand or anything else.

Once I had finally been spanked to his satisfaction, he removed my plug and replaced it with his dick.  He fucked my ass very hard and very fast while I was in the same position on the couch.  He exposed my breasts and squeezed them while he fucked me.  He did this for a long time until my punishment was finally complete.  I was still very drunk at that point so my husband held me close in his arms and kissed me deeply.  He told me to go upstairs and wait for him so he could now reward me for being so good during my punishment.  I obeyed.  I went upstairs, removed the remainder of my clothes, and laid on the bed to wait for him.  Only a few moments passed before he was upstairs as well.  He made love to me for a long time and then we both passed out from exhaustion.  I love my husband.

Breaking The Rules

Let me start from the beginning…
A little over a week ago, I had to drive out to my husband’s work to get his check and cash it because he wasn’t going to have time.  On the way home I called my mother in law to check on our daughter and ask her if she needed anything while I was in town.  I had borrowed her car because my husband had mine.  While I was talking to her an idiot in a shit box laid on his horn and cursed me out for being on the phone while I was driving.  No, I probably shouldn’t have been on the phone, especially in my mother in law’s car, but regardless it pissed me off and I was out for revenge. 

A ways up the road it turned from a double lane to a single lane, so I sped up so that I would be in front of him and once I was, I slowed down to 40 mph.  What can I say…I have a touch of road rage.  I had about 10 cars behind me and the guy in the shit box was clearly displeased.  To make it worse, when he went to pass me I sped up.  Yes, I was that douche bag.  After that I pretty much left him alone.  I have barely driven in the last year because I hate to drive.  Prior to that my road rage was kind of bad and it still comes out now and again.  This was one of those instances. 

I didn’t tell my husband about it until just the other day, not because I felt ashamed and didn’t want him to know, that actually wasn’t the case at all.  I just kind of forgot.  To make matters worse, when I finally did tell him I was laughing and joking about it.  My husband immediately expressed his discontent and reminded me that I had broken a very important rule: Safe driving at all times.  Needless to say I was quite severely punished not only once, but twice.  Both times he used a plastic hanger and he hit me harder with it than he ever has before.  He told me to put my bottom in the air and my face in the pillow.  He then lowered my panties and covered my bottom with pink and red welts from the hanger.   Our daughter was asleep both times so I had to be as silent as possible. . .still so hard too do. 

I believe this is the first punishment spanking where my husband has only used one implement. I also don’t remember too many instances where he has spanked me two nights in a row for the same crime.  I know what I did was wrong.  I could have been hurt or I could have hurt someone else.  I also could have done damage to my mother in laws car.  It was not a smart decision and I will not be making any similar mistakes anytime soon.  I’ve learned my lesson thanks to my husband.  

Spanking in Silence

I know I have said this a lot lately, but my husband and I really have been very busy.  From my husband’s new job, the baby, our new house, our anniversary trip next week, I picked up a sales job, etc., we really haven’t had any time at all for our Domestic Discipline relationship.  Well last night my husband improvised and may have come to a solution.

Last night, I was at a practice Mary Kay party so that my cousin can get back into the groove of selling.  My husband got out of work around 8:30 and picked my daughter and me up at around 9.  From there we went home and got ready for bed.  While we were in bed talking about our day my husband told me to go to the closet and pick out a hanger.  I already had a good idea of what he had in mind because I was the one that had told him a very long time ago that plastic hangers are wonderful for nearly-silent spankings.  So I went to the closet and picked out a pretty pink hanger.  When I came back to bed he told me to “get into position.”  I really didn’t know what position he wanted me in so I had to ask.  He had me bury my face in my pillow and stick my bottom up in the air.

I would like to point out that I hadn’t done anything wrong that warranted a spanking, this was just a maintenance spanking.  I would also like to say that I was a little concerned because the hanger is silent, but I am not.  Our daughter’s crib is in our room and only a few feet away from our bed and I didn’t want to wake her up (especially because she is 5 and a half months old and still wakes up every 2 hours at night).

My husband almost never spanks me over my panties, but he did this time. . .well, started that way and he wasn’t taking it easy on me.  He would spank me very quickly all over my bottom and it was very difficult for me to not whine, whimper, and cry out like I normally do.  Instead I breathed heavily and more or less ate my pillow 😛  I didn’t even want to squirm too much because I didn’t want the bed to make noises and wake our daughter up.  I suppose this is a great way for me to learn to take my spankings better, but it wasn’t easy!

After a few minutes of spanking me over my panties, he pulled them completely off and continued to spank my bottom with the pretty-pink-plastic-hanger.  Maybe it was just because there was no longer anything protecting my bottom from the sting of the plastic, but I believe he started to spank me even harder after my panties were removed.   It took all that I had not to squirm and whine while he made my bottom match the pink hanger.   The spanking was short, probably only 5-7 minutes in duration, but plastic hangers sting something awful!

Once he was finished, he had me stand in the corner and he told me not to turn around.  I had to stand there for 5 minutes while he admired his work and I am pretty sure I could hear him masturbating behind me, but I wasn’t allowed to look and see.  When I was finally able to return to bed he held me and kissed me and then made everything all better 😉  I am pretty sure we will be using this spanking method more in the future.

Spanking VII and A “Let’s Not Try That Again”

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.