Tuesday, February 22, 2011
OMG! The Belt Hurts!
Well, I have a feeling that the belt will be the implement of choice for punishment spankings for a while. I thought he had forgotten, the children were in bed asleep and he didn't say anything. I was watching something on tv and he came and sat behind me and I was leaning against his chest like I always do. About half way through the show, he paused the DVR and told me to go into our bedroom and wait for him. When I turned around and looked at him he said, "I wouldn't hesitate if I were you." I scurried off the couch and practically ran to our bedroom. As soon as I walked in my eyes fell onto the bed and the belt laid across it. His favorite one, the one he wears almost every day. Crazy, I should have been nervous, but I was getting wet. Since he hadn't given me any other instructions, I just stood by the bed. He left me waiting about five minutes. When he came in he sat down on the bed next to where I was standing. He pulled me over to him and looked me in the eye. "So, why am I spanking you?" "Because I got really ugly when we were trying to discuss what to do at work today." "Yes, you did. You even used the "F" word. A woman with a science degree is too intelligent to be using profanity to express themselves. Here's what's going to happen: you're going to take off your pants, your going to lean over this bed, and I am going to use the belt on your pantied bottom. Since we don't have a formal rule list, I'm going to take it easy. I promise you if it happens again, I won't take it easy. I'll set your butt on fire. When we're done, I'm going to give you a few minutes alone to think about what needs to be on the rule list, and I'll do the same. We will have a formal agreement before you go to bed. Do you understand?" All I could do was nod. I was stunned that my gentle, quiet husband was taking control. I was thrilled, but the nerves were setting in. I did what he said and got into position. He didn't make me wait long. Down came the belt hard a total of six times. The panties weren't a whole lot of protection. My legs were doing a jig. My eyes started to water. He pulled me up. "So did it hurt?" I nodded. "More than the paddle?" I nodded more fervently. "So you think if I were to use my belt for a real punishment spanking, you would get the message?" I managed to say yes out loud that time. "Good. Pull down your panties and let me take a look." I complied quickly. "Nice and red, but no new bruising. I can live with that. Pull them back up and put on your pants. Take a few minutes and when you are ready come out to the dining room table, and we will hash out the formalities." I didn't think about the list, I had been thinking about that already for over a week. What I was thinking about was how this was finally happening. What I had been dreaming about for months. That when my mouth was totally out of control, and I was treating the man I love so much with such disrespect, that he would step in and stop me. Hallelujah - my bottom actually hurts!