Last night's spanking reached a whole new level of punishment. I have asked for increasingly severe punishment, and Steve has been steadily working on delivering it. This was the first time that my weight management goals/rules that I created for myself were enforced. I violated all of them at least a couple of times. Profanity and procrastination violations were also on the table. We had talked about that he was going to push more this spanking, so I was nervous about it. My stomach flipped last night when he said, "It's time to go over to the office, get the implements, and we will walk over to the office together."
Walking over to the office together is a relatively new development. Previously he has sent me ahead of him whether it is to the office or our bedroom to prepare myself for punishment. Recently, though, he has taken up the practice of watching me get ready. I find it makes me embarrassed and I feel shy removing my shoes, pants, and panties in front of him. It is a strange sensation considering how long we have been married and the hundreds of thousands of times he has seen me. Then came last night..... I wished I had a picture of my face last night when he said, "I want you to get completely naked." "What?!" "I want you to get completely naked for this spanking." I hesitated for a moment because I had this reservation that he was mixing sexual spanking with punishment. "If I have to do it for you it is going to be at least an extra 20 with the paddle." That snapped me back in focus, and I quickly began stripping. "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to defy you, it just confused me a little because it was new." "I understand." Whew! "You look embarrassed to be standing there naked." "Yeah, I am." "Good. Come over here and kneel and tell me what you're being punished for." What followed was the longest, hardest spanking I have gotten to this point.
Prior to this the longest punishment spanking was about 15 minutes including some corner time in the middle (not counting any corner time prior or after). This one was about 30 minutes. He spanked me a long time with his hand at the beginning, then he went through both wooden spoons and spatula. Out came the ping-pong paddle next. After a handful of rapid fire swats with the paddle, I was just getting to the point where I was starting to wish he would stop...and he did. Sigh. "Into the corner, I'll be back in a minute." As I was standing there my bottom began to burn. I wanted to rub it the whole time, but instead I just did a quick rub because I didn't know whether I was allowed to or not. Sometimes he tells me not to rub and sometimes he doesn't. Now that I am writing this I guess that is something I should get clarification on. Anyway, when he came back he had me assume my kneeling position on the overstuffed chair for the punishment strokes with the 1/4" wood dowel. He had gotten in about 10 or 12 stinging blows when it broke over my right cheek. "You and your iron butt! I didn't giggle this time I'm proud to say. "I don't have my belt so I guess we'll have to finish with the paddle." About 40 strokes later, he stopped. He started rubbing my bottom. "Is that the last?" I asked respectfully. "I guess since you are even asking me that then probably not." He gave me about 25 more. He started rubbing my bottom again and told me to turn my head so I could look at him. After surveying my face, he said, "You look way too calm, I guess I need to do some more. Count it this time." He gave me 12 more, but these were so hard I thought he might break the ping-pong paddle. I got pretty vocal.
"Well, Spanko, you probably need more to really be contrite, but your iron butt has outlasted my arm. That, I know, is the longest, hardest spanking I have ever given you, but you haven't even teared up. I don't get it...you've cried over much less." "Well it was definitely painful, but I could have definitely taken more. Honestly, I think the reason I didn't cry is because you didn't lecture me at all. I guess to me it is just a spanking when you don't talk to me. It is harder for me to emotionally connect that I am being punished. When I have a sense that you are disappointed by my behavior it helps me be disappointed in myself as well. The date night spanking is such a good example. It was painful and sexy, but it had a tremendous emotional impact on me because I really felt from you what the effects of my behavior were on us." "I understand what you are saying, but I'm not disappointed in you that you didn't lose weight or that you didn't meet your water goal. I'm not sure how to lecture you on things that are your own rules." "My suggestion then is for you to reiterate to me my reasons for wanting these rules and reassuring me that you are committed to helping me reach my goals and not letting me fail." "I get it. I'll incorporate more talking during spanking next time." "Thank you. You are really doing a fantastic job by the way. I know this hasn't been easy, but I hope you are seeing the benefits of what we are doing." "I really do, and I really am liking the spanking sessions when it isn't punishment. I'm not ever going to like that." "God, I hope not!!! (we smile at each other) The goal is for neither one of us to want to go there, for me to be able to think to myself - it wasn't worth the punishment. It is getting there." "I love you." "I love you too."
When we woke up this morning, he kissed me and asked, "How's your bottom?" "Fine." "No after effects?" "Nope." "Then I think it is definitely time for us to go ahead and order that cane and leather strap we were looking at." "Okay, I'll do it today." "Make sure you do and print out the confirmation for me to see. You don't want your first spanking with them to be for procrastination. [grin]" I smiled back.
Yep, we're headed for a whole new level of punishment.