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. 

Maintenance Paddling

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.  😦

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.

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.

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.  

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.

Spanking Mishaps

Well, today I learned why you never use your hands to cover your butt during a spanking.

My husband and I went swimming at my parents’ house and my husband got out first to get our daughter dried off.  Once he was all dried and changed, I got out.  I started horsing around with him and trying to give him a hug to get him all wet again.  After a few minutes he started to get frustrated and turned me around to spank me.  It was a sort of playful, and sort of a you-better-start-behaving spanking.  Not to mention we were right in front of my mother!  As he was spanking me, I moved my hands over my bottom to try to block the spanks.  I’m not sure how he did it, but he hit my left hand just right so that he jammed my fingers really hard.  It hurt really badly!  I can say I definitely cried from this spanking!  I’m not sure if it is sprained or not, but I can say typing this post is quite difficult so I’m sorry, but it won’t be a very long one.

My husband felt really bad and apologized for hurting me, but he still said that I deserved the spanking.

I’m sorry for such a short post, but it hurts.  More next time.

Spanking V & VI

I’m not sure if I mentioned this or not, but my husband just recently got a new job and he has been extremely busy. He was working about 48 hours a week at night, now he is working about 60-70 hours, 6 days a week, and he is now working days. I think I am actually having a harder time adjusting to this than he is. I pretty much only see him at bedtime and on Sundays. I miss him terribly 😦

Needless to say, he hasn’t had a lot of time to spank me lately, not that I have deserved it either O;). The last couple of days my husband has had off because the man that has been training him took a few days for vacation.

Since he had some time off, my husband decided I was well overdue for a spanking and so far this weekend he has spanked me not once, but twice.

The first time, he ordered me upstairs into our bedroom while he grabbed my hairbrush. I tried talking my way out of it, but it wasn’t happening. He had me get on all fours on our bed and he pulled down my shorts and panties. He gave me a warm up with his hand, which wasn’t much of a warm up because he doesn’t know his own strength. Once my bottom was nice and warm he switched to the hairbrush and went to town. He had to pin me down on the bed to get me to stop squirming, I just can’t sit still while my bottom is being spanked.  He usually alternates back and forth between sides, but every now and then he will hit the same spot two or three times in rapid succession and that really gets me squirming and whining.

He switched back and forth between his hand and the hairbrush a few times and then he was finally finished. . .well, for that day anyway.  It’s not too often that I get spanked severely two days in a row because I am usually well behaved for at least a couple days after I am punished. This was one of those occasions where I got spanked in two consecutive days. The second time always hurts so much more and my husband even made a comment that my bottom was still red from the first spanking.

The second spanking was quite a bit worse than the first and it wasn’t because I had just been spanked the day before. Once again he started with his hand and then the hairbrush. He spanked me quite hard with both and alternated a couple times until my bottom was glowing red and was hot to the touch. Then he had me stand in the corner so I figured he was finished, but he wasn’t. He had me get back on the bed on all fours and spanked me a bit more with his hand and then he grabbed one of the plastic hangers from my closet. If you have ever been spanked with a plastic hanger you know how much it stings and it left welts all over my bottom. Once he thought I had had enough of the hanger, he had one more surprise for me. He decided it was time I had a suppository for punishment. We had talked about it many times before, but have not yet tried it. He knows how nervous and embarrassed it makes me feel just from the suggestion of a suppository so I was already blushing and uncomfortable.

He had me lay face down on the bed while he got the suppository and lube. I turned my head to look back at him and with a smirk he asked if I was ready. All I could do was bury my face in a pillow and try to hide my embarrassment. He had me reach behind and spread my bottom open so he had access. He first applied lube to make it easier for him to push his finger inside. He used the warming sensation lube so it felt. . .funny. Then he slowly inserted the suppository. I think he wanted me to feel it going all the way in. Then my punishment was finally over.

My husband laid beside me and asked if I thought that would help me to remember to behave. I nodded and blushed. Then my husband held me tight and told me he loves me.