I can’t believe it’s been nine days since my last post. Things have been pretty routine around here. John and Donna went out of town for the long holiday weekend, so no adult time with them last weekend.
I will give you a two-fer today in two separate posts.
- The first is a spanking story to give you pervs something to get all warm and tingly about.
- The second is a more of an esoteric ramble to give you philosophers, truth-seekers, and dreamers something to percolate in your mind.
I did get a punishment over the weekend from Mike that was notable due to the severity. I don’t get spanked often as I seem to have hit a stride with our routine and am consistently able to fulfill all my many duties and obligations. The notable exception was last weekend. I had gone out with my niece (she is in her twenties) for some shopping and a day out. I forgot my cell phone, which is a no-no. I called Mike from my niece’s phone to make him aware I didn’t have my phone on me. When I called him I didn’t expect him to scold me or tell me there would be consequences later. He knows that I know that there will be consequences, so no need to point it out. What I wasn’t sure of is whether he would tell me to come home now and if so, spank me of course and then he may or may not allow me to go back out.
He just matter-of-factly said that if he needed something he would call my niece’s phone. I was relieved he didn’t want me to come home right then. My days out are not just for fun, but are needed as part of decompressing and re-energizing myself to take on the primary care duties of our son. I mentioned before he has a disability and caring for him can be physically and emotionally demanding. Of course, add in all the domestic duties I have willingly taken on, and mentally I need my occasional days out.
I knew what was in store for me when I got home, although I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of it. As I pulled into the garage and closed the garage door, Mike entered and said, “Drop your pants right there.” He shared that our son was over at a friends and wouldn’t be back for about an hour. I did so and leaned against the car and Mike proceeded to spank me by hand, very hard, probably about 30 times in rapid succession.
He then told me to undress and go to our room. I did so, and took the customary stance in the corner, awaiting his arrival. Mike came in the room and without moving from the corner took off his belt and gave me about 15, again in pretty rapid succession. He then told me to clasp my hands behind my head and continue standing in the corner. He left the room and came back about 10 minutes later. He got the infamous prison strap and spanked me pretty hard five times, then called me over across his knee. He spanked me countless times by hand, perhaps 200. Not hard, but just a steady rhythm of spank after stinging spank. Needless to say I was quite teary eyed and my ass was completely covered in the brightest shade of pink I’ve ever seen. When he was done he had me stand in the corner about another 15 minutes and then we concluded the episode per our Rewards Ceremony and that was that.
It was while I was in the corner that I began to reflect and ponder, which leads me to the next post . . .
NEXT: 67. An Esoteric Ramble
4 thoughts on “66. A Quick Spanking Story”
uh.. thanks for sharing! hee hee. I guess unlike me, “pantyless” is not your standard dress code.
We were married almost three years. I had a business function to attend as often. My husband never came with me. I dressed in a somewhat conservative skirt, blouse and blazer but did not wear any panties.
The function was ok, nothing special. When I returned home around 10:30 my husband gave me a big kiss. To my horror he began to lift my skirt, I knew he would not approve of no panties and he didn’t.
He told me get over that desk. Please no. Do it or else. I pulled my skirt down and layer across the desk. He told me pull the skirt up. I did. He left the room but I did not have the nerve to get up. He returned with my hair brush and began spanking me. I felt my Fanny getting hot. As he spanked I felt myself getting wet and had a shuddering orgasm,
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I don’t find your spankings pervy… I find them sweet and lovely and adorable. Maybe not for your bottom, but still, the way you express your contrition in words is ahhhhhh.
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