This is the journey of one control freak wife and one gentle spirited husband as they seek to balance their

roles in their home
and bring an extra measure of joy to their already happy marriage.

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!

1 comment:

  1. I absolutly love your blog my bf and i are new to dd as well and i am exactly like you and have been trying to control everything lok