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.

Sunday, March 13, 2011


God my bottom hurts right now, but I'll explain that later. I went to bed last night totally frustrated.  Steve had told me that I would get punishment on Saturday.  As the day was slipping by, I assumed that he was waiting until the children went to bed instead of taking me over to our office (we're closed on the weekends, so we would have the place to ourselves).  Well midnight came and went, the children were sound asleep, he was engrossed in his video game, and I didn't get my Saturday spanking. RRRRRRRRR! 

I went and took my shower and got ready for bed.  It was weird because I had been dreading this particular spanking because he is becoming ever more comfortable with giving me harder spankings, but while I was in the shower I was seething.  I kept it together and went out to the living room and gave my husband a sweet goodnight kiss.  He came into the bedroom about five minutes later and said that he was sorry that he didn't give me the spanking he was supposed to, "I'm just really tired and couldn't give it the attention I should. OK?"  "Sure sweetie."  "Goodnight, love ya."  "Love you too."  He went back to the living room to play more Black Ops. I was having a secret raging, rebellious fit.  "Too tired to give me a spanking, but he'll stay up half the night with that stupid game.  If he's not going to enforce the rules then I don't need to worry about keeping them. Hmph."

When we woke up this morning, I had forgotten that I was upset.  When I feel him snuggled up against me with his morning wood tucked into my butt cheeks, I get too excited to think about anything else. We had our usual Sunday morning sex, and we're snuggling when he said to me, "I know you were upset last night about me not spanking you yesterday. I shouldn't have waited so long to the point that I didn't have the energy."  "I was's just when there is such a delay between when I have earned a spanking and when you give it to me, it makes it harder for me to connect the two.  It just makes me feel really rebellious."  "Well, we can't have that now can we? Go put your clothes on, put all of the implements in the bag, and meet me over in our office.  I expect you to be bottomless and in the corner before I get there. I need to take a quick shower, so that should give you plenty of time to think."  "Yes, dear."

After telling the kids that dad and I were going over to the office for a little bit to do some work (that is not anything unusual), I left to follow his directions.  I was in the corner for about 10 minutes really reflecting on why I was getting this punishment.  When he arrived he had me get on my knees as usual and after I confessed everything, he gave me a long lecture.  We both acknowledged that this needed to be a hard spanking.  He had me get on his lap and he began to spank me very hard with his hand. I've never cried before from just his hand, but I teared up this time.  He followed with the new slotted wooden spoon.  He covered every inch of my bottom. I went from tearing up to crying.  "Back in the corner. Don't rub your bottom." After a few minutes he told me to get on my knees in the big stuffed chair and put my hands over the back. He told me that I was getting 50 whacks with the ping pong paddle and I needed to count them out.  Wow! that really hurt! He alternated between each cheek and then on each third one right in the middle of my sit spot.  "Back in the corner. Remember don't rub."  He waited longer this time, felt like about five minutes.  When he came back this time he had me get back on my knees in front of him so he could lecture me some more.  Then he had me get back in position. I didn't know what was coming next, but then I heard him undoing his belt and sliding it through the loops.  "Count it out."  "How many are you doing?"  "I haven't decided yet."  I felt a shiver go down my spine. Down came the belt hard.  After 10 he paused and I relaxed a bit thinking he was done.  Down it came again. I started crying hard.  Ten more belt strikes and I was sobbing.  I didn't relax after he paused this time until he told me that was it, but to stay in position for a little bit. Then he had me come to him, he had me get on my knees for a little more lecture and some encouragement.  He had me get up and sit on his lap.  We snuggled for a long while.  My bottom is sore, and I'm still feeling it several hours later.  Owwwwwwww!!


  1. You have an office to escape to for this sort of thing? Lucky you! I'm so jealous.

    I just found your blog and look forward to reading it.


  2. Serenity - Welcome! I hope you enjoy it. Yes, we own a business that is across the street, so it is within easy walking distance. We have a private office in the building that we use for lots of purposes. ;) Don't be jealous though because all that means is that neither of us can use our kids as an excuse not to handle my discipline. Since the youngest is 11 and the rest are teenagers we are comfortable with leaving them alone to go across the road. Considering I got my bottom spanked hard twice today, I'm beginning to wish it wasn't so convenient!