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. . .

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 Everyday: Part III

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Tonight didn’t go as badly as I had expected.   My husband took my bruising and soreness into consideration and took it easy on me.  He did give me a few good smacks and you can see the red, hanger-shaped welt on my left side.  I had tried to roll on my side to keep him from spanking me and that’s what I got. 

I am going to enjoy my last night with my husband for over a week and think about him with love tomorrow when I am sitting on my sore, bruised bottom on my drive to Georgia. 
 

A Spanking Everyday: Part II

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As promised, I was spanked again while being reminded to “drive safely and slowly” and behave myself while on my trip.  As you can see, I have some bruising from the previous nights’ spankings.  This spanking hurt far worse because of how sore I was to begin with. 

At first, my husband had my panties wedged up in my butt while he was spanking me, but half way through my spanking, he asked me to get my plug and the lube.  I did as he asked and laid across my full body pillow that was folded over in half for me to lay across.  He pulled my panties down and pushed  the plug into my bottom with only a small amount of lube on the it.  Once it was inside of me, he began spanking me again with the hanger.  It stings to begin with, but after 3 days in a row I am rather sore. 

1 more spanking to go.

A Spanking Everyday

I got news recently that my biological father isn’t doing very well and I have planned a trip with my mother and daughter to go and visit that side of my family.  We plan to be gone for a week and, because of work, my husband is unable to go with us.  Yesterday (Monday), while talking in bed with my husband he told me that he planned to spank me every night until I leave (Friday Morning).  Since I am going to be gone for so long without him, he wants to make sure I remember to behave myself.  He then commanded me to get the hanger and whipped my bottom until it was on fire and I was begging for him to stop.

Tonight, I was already in bed by the time he got home and he excitedly reminded me that I was to get another spanking.  Instead of telling you that he spanked my bare bottom with the hot pink plastic hanger again, I’d like to show you the damage.

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Ouch! He was especially upset because I had accused him of smoking cigarettes again and he swears he isn’t.   He was offended that I didn’t trust him. 

I have 2 more spankings to go, perhaps more pictures to come?

Pictures?

I have been arguing with myself for the last few days about whether or not I should start posting pictures on my blog, and by pictures I mean real pictures.  Pictures that I take.  Pictures of my bottom after a spanking or with a plug in, implements, and other things relevent.
I haven’t been able to decide so I figured I would ask for opinions and base my decision on that.  I would like to add that I will not be posting pictures of my face (or anyone elses), my breasts, or other parts of my body, aside from my bottom. 

So what do you think?  Should I occasionally post some real and relevant pictures with my posts? Or should I stick to text and leave it up to the imagination?  Feedback is strongly appreciated.