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?

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.

Swearing

I am not a big fan of swearing.  Not that it bothers me too much when other people swear, but I don’t really like to do it.  I was seeing this man a few years before my husband and I started dating that didn’t think it was ladylike to swear and would spank me if he caught me doing so.  I suppose that must have stuck with me because I don’t do it often.  It was even my idea to make it a rule because I don’t want my husband to let m  swear either, but he rarely notices when I do because he has the mouth of a sailor :p

Lately, I have been swearing a lot and I can’t say why.  I have been doing it so much that my husband even caught on and decided that I needed to be punished for breaking my own rule. I have been getting spanked quite a lot lately, but I haven’t been posting because they have all been about the same.

First, my husband had me retrieve my butt plug and the lube.  He wanted me uncomfortable and aware of my punishment.  He had me lay face-down on the bed completely naked.  Instead of just sliding the plug into place, like he normally does, he continued to push it in and out like he was fucking me with it.  This was very uncomfortable and caused me to squirm, whine, and ask him to stop.  After a minute or two he stopped and pushed the plug as far as it would go.  I felt ashamed, embarrassed…and full. 

Then came the spanking.  He has been thoroughly enjoying spanking me with a plastic hanger while we lay in bed.  It’s virtually silent, but effective. I have to say this was probably the longest and the hardest he spanked my bottom with that hanger.  I would clench my bottom each time I heard the woosh sound it made before striking my bottom.  After a while I couldn’t sit still.  I squirmed left and right so that my husband only had to come down flat on my bottom and he would hit a different side each time.  He commanded me to stay still.  He had never done this before and I tried my hardest.  I dug my nails into the sheets, bit the pillow, and took deep breaths, but after a few seats I couldn’t help myself.  This only caused him to spank me harder and faster until I was begging for forgiveness and for him to stop. 

When he was finished I could feel the ridges from the welts the hanger left on my bottom.  I was very sore and very sorry, but not as sorry I was the next night when I got the same treatment, sans butt plug, on top of my already sore bottom.  The only thing my husband had asked me to do the night before was clean the bedroom and I did everything else and ran out of time to clean the bedroom.  Laundry and dishes were done, dinner and baby food was made, the house was picked up, and our daughter was bathed and in bed…but the bedroom was not clean.  I was severely spanked and reminded of his love and devotion.  I love my husband.

Bills

Well I managed to get myself into trouble again, big surprise. 
My husband gets paid on Fridays and this past payday he asked me to pay one of our bills that day instead of on Tuesday and I agreed.  Well, I was incredibly busy over the weekend and have had a lot on my mind.  Needless to say, I forgot and when my husband got home from work last night, the bill still wasn’t paid. 
We had a busy evening taking care of our daughter, having dinner with my in laws, etc. So he wasn’t able to punish me until after we put our daughter to bed.  I was severely spanked with his hand, belt, and plastic hanger and I still have red welts rippling over my bottom.

He started with his hand, and at first I thought it might be a playful spanking rather than a punishment spanking based on how he was touching and rubbing me.  Just as I was beginning to relax he started to come down hard on my bottom.  After a few swats with his hand, he started with his belt, and then the hanger.  The hanger was the worst this time!  I think he was enjoying the quiet whoosh sound the hanger made before connecting with my already sore bottom. 

He didn’t make me cry, but he was close.  I was a very sorry girl with a very sore bottom.  Then, he made me stand in the corner with my bottom showing for 10 minutes.  I definitely learned my lesson and got online first thing this morning and paid the bill. 

He keeps telling me that he “can’t wait until we move into our own house” so he can “really spank my ass.”  What has he been doing all along? 

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.