Back to a topic that many of you seem to prefer over my blah, blah, blah, ramblings of self-reflection and discovery…spankings!
Last year my most visited post got 6 times the views of #2. #1 was a spanking story, #2 was my contract. And numbers 3-6 were all discipline stories. Oh well, I am resigned to the fact that my eloquent, insightful, heart-felt, personal and profound revelations that mean so much to my personal growth and fulfillment and life take second fiddle to masturbatory fodder. In celebration of the latter, here you go!
I shared in a prior post that we implemented a few extra submissive duties to give us added focus to help us “reset” and return to our pre-holiday submissive mindset. These extra’s would stay in place for as long as Mike feels they are warranted.
We started this “reset” with a day off on Monday. It was fabulous. As much as I thrive at being submissive, a day of pampering and fun with Kayla was an amazing mental and physical vacation. Like most vacations, as much as you enjoy them, you are glad to get back home. We loved the girls day and evening out (and night in, wink wink, nudge nudge), but I was also happy to start focusing on returning to the submissive mindset I had leading into the holidays.
BACK TO “WORK”
Mike worked from home Thursday (2 days ago as of this posting). After I got back from dropping J off at school he called me and Kayla to his office. He said, “as part of the reset I want you both to put your hands against the wall. You will get six spankings, three on each cheek. They will be very hard. Now take position.” Keep in mind my butt is still bruised from New Years Eve (plus a Maintenance spanking, a few spankings as part of our “leave the house” spankings, and one for a punishment).
We did not hesitate and we take position, already naked as per our “dress code.” In an instant Mike is behind me. He was not joking – they are very hard. Whack! Whack! One on each cheek and I take a big suck of air. Whack! Whack! I start to flinch but the third two come so quickly that I couldn’t react. Whack! Whack! My knees buckle a bit and my ass is on fire. He spanks Kayla and from the corner of my eye I can tell she has a similar reaction.
He was using this board he keeps out in the open in his office. You would think it is just some spare piece of wood that belongs to something. No one would think it is a paddle, which is why he likes to keep it out in the open. We know what it is and we affectionately refer to it as “the stick.” I measured it and it is 16.5 inches long. The striking surface is 2.5 inches wide and it is three-quarters of an inch thick. I think it is pine, which is a softer wood, but at 2.5 inches thick, I wouldn’t call it soft.
TOP OF THE HOUR (TOH)
Mike tells us he is working from home because Kayla didn’t have class. With both of us home he had an idea. “Return to my office at the top of each hour and without talking take position against the wall. You will each get one on each cheek, very hard, and you will stay in position until I dismiss you. I only want to hear a ‘Thank you, Sir,’ as you leave the room. You may go now.”
By the burning I was feeling I shouldn’t have been as surprised as I was by just how red Kayla’s butt was. You would have thought she was spanked 50 times, not 6. I am not one to always look at my butt after a spanking, but I was curious. I go to the bathroom and look in the mirror and indeed, my ass is very red, along with the now yellow splotches and the faint blue marbled remnants of the New Years Eve spanking.
An hour later we return to his office and get our next spanking, and again an hour after that. I have to go to the store so I go to his office for my “leaving the house” spanking. I get six or seven with his belt. He dismisses me and adds, “Since you will be gone at the top of the hour, come to my office as soon as you get home and we will catch up on any spankings.”
Luckily I only have a few things to pick up, which I do very quickly. I am only gone 40 minutes. I enter the house relieved that I am only behind one TOH spanking and still have almost 30 minutes to recover before the next one. I bring in the groceries, take off may clothes, and put the groceries away. I make a much needed stop at the bathroom to pee, and then head to Mike’s office.
I assume position against the wall and Mike ask, “It’s been almost ten minutes since you pulled up, why didn’t you come to my office right away?”
“I put the groceries away, Sir, and had to pee,” I said matter-of-factly and fully assuming there was not an issue other than he was curious.
In a monotone voice Mike followed with, “Did I tell you to come to my office when you got home?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said with a bit of a question on it.
“Did I tell you to put away groceries first?”
“No, Sir.” I knew not to add a “but..” because he didn’t ask for an explanation.
“So you choose not to immediately come to my office even though I told you to do so. Do you agree that was disobedient?”
Mike doesn’t usually ask me such things but I welcomed the opportunity to respectfully respond. “No, Sir, I don’t agree that it was disobedient of me to not come in here right away.” He asked me to explain.
“Sir, I also took the time to disrobe, as per my requirement to be naked. Putting the groceries away also is a requirement, as leaving them out would not be in keeping with an orderly house. I was following my rules and I came right away as soon as I attended to those duties.”
“Fair enough,” Mike said, “and the bathroom?”
“Well Sir, I really had to go.”
“So your comfort was more important than my command?” His voice remained monotone, almost like an interrogation from an emotionless detective. I can’t see his body language as I am in position facing the wall. Is he being playful or being serious? I’ve learned that when in doubt, assume he is serious.
“Sir, I knew I was getting a spanking, and I really had to go and was thinking based on the other spankings I could end up peeing on the floor if I didn’t go first. I thought it best to be spanked on an empty bladder.”
“You could have thought ahead and gone before you left to the store, or, you could have respectfully asked for permission to speak before I spanked you and told me of your predicament. You could have asked Kayla to put away the groceries. You could have come to me first with your “conflicting” rules and asked for clarification. You could have done a number of things. Instead, you made a decision that contradicted my command. It isn’t a matter of whether your actions were reasonable. They were in violation of my command. When I tell you I want you in my office, you need to make every effort to comply. You didn’t show that effort regarding the groceries, and going to the bathroom is not even an obligation you have to me. I will give you your top of the hour spanking and then deal with your disobedience.”
I manage a prompt “Yes, Sir,” and sigh ever so slightly and barely shake my head as if to say “No.” He walks up behind me. Whack! Whack! One for each cheek – VERY hard.
He sternly tells me “Your sigh, nodding no, AND not promptly coming to my office needs to be addressed.” I responded with a clear and undisputed “Yes, Sir.” But my mind was already thinking about how much more of a spanking I could tolerate. It was also Maintenance Thursday, which means a likely caning that evening.
Mike sits back down at his desk. I stay against the wall waiting for whatever he has in mind. He says nothing for what seemed like forever. Eventually he leaves his office without saying a word. I remain in position.
He returns and I hear items being plopped on his desk. He tells me to turn around and I can see he brought our riding crop, some rope, nipple suckers, and my tack bra. I am a bit relieved as I had envisioned seeing some spanking implements. Instead, these supplies mean I am in for a breast punishment.
I’ve shared before I like breast punishments, but let me explain. All the discipline I receive is uncomfortable and serves as a motivation to avoid such pain. However, I find something additionally submissively rewarding about my breasts being punished. It feeds my submissive mindset more than spankings. And it has been awhile since my breasts were the focus of a punishment.
Mike applies the suckers, pumps them many times, engorging my nipples as they extend to full attention. My breasts get tightly wrapped with the rope and Mike affixes a ball gag that seemingly appears from nowhere. I stand in the corner for about ten minutes. My tits start taking on a pinkish hue from the restricted circulation.
Mike turns me around, removes the suckers and twists each nipple between his thumb and forefingers. Ahhg! It was like a bee was stinging my nipples as I gritted my teeth.
The drool from my gag drips down my chin and streams down between my breasts. Mike grabs the crop and strikes my breasts on top, then the sides, then underneath. It is a medium force but each breast is hit probably 100 times or more at a very fast pace.
The leather pad at the end of the crop gently taps my nipple as Mike lines up his target. Whack! A very hard direct hit to my nipple! I lurch forward from the pain and as soon as I straighten up, Whack! Another even harder hit. Then another. He then lines up and repeats this on my other nipple.
Mike goes back to striking all over each breast and again ends with several hard strikes to my nipples. He now uses his hands, slapping each breast many times in very rapid succession. 50? More? Too many to count.
Suckers are applied again, pumped numerous times. He removes the ropes but it is temporary. He repositions them, tighter. Back to the corner I go.
I stay in the corner probably another ten minutes when I hear Kayla come in. It was the top of the hour. Kayla doesn’t say anything, assumes her position and soon I hear her two spankings. It is not long before I feel the hard strike to each of my butt cheeks. Mike sends Kayla off to get a damp washcloth.
My breasts are now a dark pink, not long before they would be purple. Throbbing, I feel my heart beating in my nipples. Mike removes the ropes and the suckers but before I can sense any relief, clothespins are clipped to my nipples. Ouch! I hadn’t seen those coming.
My gag and then the clothespins are removed. Mike tells Kayla to wipe off my drool from my chin, chest, belly, and some that made its way all the way to my leg. The cold washcloth feels good against my breasts but I jump as she wipes over my highly sensitive nipples.
Kayla finishes cleaning me up and Mike reapplies the clothespins to my nipples – twisting to the right, then the left. He pulls, and pulls some more. He keeps pulling – SNAP! SNAP! They come off, giving me an immediate shot of pain.
He then puts my tack bra on me. He attaches the claps and immediately wraps his arms around from behind me and squeezes my boobs, pushing the tacks in. He gives them a second, harder squeeze, then a third one, harder yet.
“See you both in an hour. Jen, we will remove your bra then. You are dismissed,”
You can imagine how hard it is to do housework or do much of anything with tacks in your bra, especially with tender breasts and nipples at their height of sensitivity. A few minutes would go by where I would forget they were there and then I move just right, or reach to get something, and “ouch,” yep, something is scratching or poking into one or both tits. And the tacks on and near my nipples were the worst. I walked very gingerly, attempting not to shift my upper body.
I was so looking forward to the next TOH. Finally it comes. In addition to the TOH, after removing my tack bra I get another round of swats on the breasts with the crop. We have our closing ceremony regarding my disobedience, and then I am dismissed. The day continues as do the TOH spankings until it is time to pick up J from school.
RESET IS COMPLETE
On our last TOH spanking Mike asked us how we were feeling regarding our “reset.“
Both of us said we felt it was going well and that we felt we were back to where we were prior to Thanksgiving regarding our submissive head space. “That’s great to hear, so let’s plan on ending the reset starting when we get up tomorrow. Today will be the last day.”
And with that, we are fully back in the groove we were at prior to the holidays – along with some tender breasts.
10 thoughts on “210. A Best, er, Breast Punishment”
Sounds like the reset did its job!!! 🙂
Honestly, I LOVE the posts about your “ramblings.” Since you are the first blog listed on Google’s “domestic discipline blog” search, you will probably get a lot of people looking for spanking stories. I admit, I started there, but quickly fell in love with your writing style and getting to know YOU as a person, a submissive, a wife/mother/sister/friend, etc. I eagerly await each post. Now I sound like a stalker. Anyway, you do great!
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I remember you taking about how the tack bra was made in a much earlier post. But seeing it in this post I need to ask, how do the racks stay in? It seems that your breasts should push them out.
First autocorrect taking should be talking.
Second. Racks should be tacks.
Full disclosure, that isn’t my bra, but it is very similar (as is the breast size, but i digress!) except you can’t see the flat sides of the tacks on my bra. I took a bit of sewing skills – I took a piece of leather and an old tshirt and cut it into bra cup sized shape and stuck the tacks through the leather and the tshirt. (I actually used upholstery tacks which are longer than normal tacks) To hold the tacks in place I placed a thin piece of leather over the top of the heads of the tacks and sewed it to the base piece of leather. Some well placed stitching and the tacks stay firmly in place. BTW the tshirt was simply to give a little extra material for the tacks to go through so they wouldn’t protrude quite as much. Upholstery tacks are long! That’s cheating, but Mike allowed it, hee hee.
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oh, and while occasionally a tack punctures me deep enough to draw a little blood, most of the time I just have a bunch of pink dots and dents all over and maybe a few scratches. Even when a tack is “stuck” it rarely goes deep enough to draw blood.
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