Mike is going out of town on business for a couple of days next week. He hasn’t told us what his plans are regarding WWAA! (When We Are Apart). Typically it is some combination of me or Kayla spending a night with John and Donna, or they stay the night at our house, or Matt stays the night or I stay a night at his place. We shall see.
If you’re keeping score, it’s actually been awhile since the three of us have had sex with John and Donna. Now that it is football season, I suspect tomorrow may be an opportunity to all play together. One thing or another has just limited our play with them the last month or two (other than Immersion when we played a lot with them). Maybe tomorrow – J is spending the weekend at his brother’s house and John and Donna are coming over for “game day.” As in, football — and yes, sex!
SPANKED LAST NIGHT
I got quite a spanking last night. My butt is very sore and bruised and my boobs still are bit polka-dotty (is that word? It is now!). Actually, much of it looks a bit more like a rash than polka-dots, but “polka-dotty” sounds so much for fun than “rashy.” Anyway…. so, what happened?
I was dealing with an issue with J and talking to him about it. Mike chimed in and I took exception to what Mike said. In hindsight what he said was very supportive of the point I was trying to make to J, but it was just a slightly different angle and a little bit different than the point I was trying to reinforce with J. I reacted as if Mike was undermining me, not supporting me. I snapped back at Mike, in front of J.
Now in the history of spouses “snapping” at each other, my little snap probably ranked as a two on a scale of 1-10. Regardless, disobedience is an absolute. I am either obedient, or not, and I was not. My tone and words were disrespectful.
This occurred just as J was going to bed. Mike sent me to my room in as subtle way as possible. “Jen, I know you are frustrated, why don’t you go to our room and relax and I will make sure J gets to bed.” I knew that “relax” was code for, “prepare for discipline.” I went to the bedroom and stood in the corner awaiting his arrival.
To my surprise, Mike came in after just a few minutes. He walked me to the tub and had me stand in it. I knew what that meant. He lathered up a bar of soap and told me to stick out my tongue. He rubbed the soap on my tongue and then around my lips before putting it in my mouth and telling me to bite down. “I need to see teeth marks when I take it out.” I was told to stand there, with my hands clasped behind my head, until he returned.
It seemed like forever before he returned. It was about thirty minutes which, in “soaping time” is just short of forever. He asked me if I had ever put my arms down during that time. I nodded as the soap was still in my mouth. A few times I had lowered my arms just to stretch them and relax them and I returned them to position as quickly as possible. He told me I just earned some extra spankings.
He had a glass which he filled with water. He took the bar out of my mouth — it had clearly visible teeth marks — and let me rinse with the water in the glass. He then told me to kneel and as is our typical soap discipline, he peed in my mouth and I rinsed with his piss. With a soaping it is mostly just rinse and spit, but I often am required to swallow at some point.
I still have this strange relationship with this whole pee thing. I don’t like talking about it — I am sort of forcing myself to do so now. Yeah I post about it here and there, but I often skip sharing most of my pee related punishments. The idea of it is so repulsive to me. But the reality of it just isn’t nearly as repulsive as the thought of it. For me it is the most submissive thing that I do. Emotionally I like the idea that I allow Mike to piss in my mouth and yes, that I often drink it. There, I said it. I like it. You are probably puking about now. Anyway, it feels good to just own it! Let’s move on.
A PADDLING, OR TWO, OR THREE
Mike then turned on the shower and used the wand to rinse off the drool, suds and pee that was on me. He told me to get out and dry off as he went to our closet to choose a spanking implement. He emerged with two different wooden paddles – a long thin one and one very wide one. Before he paddled me, he told me to just get it all out and let’s talk about what my issue was.
We calmly discussed it. It was unreal just how calm the discussion was. I wasn’t upset – at him or at myself. I already realized that he was trying to be helpful and that I over reacted. And I also had reconciled that my over reaction wasn’t some monumental failing on my part. Just something that happened “in the moment” as a reflex on my part to responding to what I perceived as a threat to my “mommy authority.” What he said to J clearly was no threat and if anything, was supportive of what I was saying. All of this to say that my mindset was simply, “Yep, I screwed up, and I hope this discipline can influence that ‘reflex’ so that I don’t repeat my behavior.
I even had thought about the fact that my snapping at him, while unacceptable, was very mild and illustrated how far I have come. There was a time my retort would have been anything but mild. I was feeling a sense of accomplishment with my DD, and fully accepted that I had earned this punishment. Thus, I was able to discuss what happened very calmly. It helped that Mike was also calm, which 99.9% of the time he is. As a quick aside – he strives to make sure he disciplines me in a calm manner. Now calm doesn’t mean he isn’t stern — he can be very stern – but he always exudes a sense of control and calm.
We talked a bit and I apologized for my behavior. He then had me grab my ankles and he went about spanking me, pausing from time to time to lecture me. The spankings were very hard and I had no sense of just how many I got. Maybe fifty, maybe more?
He then took me the bed and had me lay on my back. He raised my legs and had me grab a hold so that I was in a diaper position. He spanked me some more. This position is particularly painful as the butt is pulled tight and he can (and does) strike at the top part of my legs just below the butt cheeks. Again, I don’t know how many I got. But it was plenty.
When he was done, he had me put on my tack bra plus another bra over it. I have an older bra that is too tight to wear, and instead of getting rid of it, Mike had this idea that it was perfect for tack bra punishments. I put it on over the tack bra, so it is even more tight. It presses the tacks more into my skin and just adds to the overall discomfort. I then was told to stand in the corner and he left the room.
He returned, maybe fifteen minutes or so later. He told me to get ready for bed and that I was to leave the bra on and I could shower in the morning. “And when you are ready, you will go to the other room and get to bed as you will be sleeping by yourself tonight.”
Ug. Now that hurt more than the throbbing butt or the tacks scratching and poking into my breasts. Mike rarely imposes this is a punishment and I think I dislike this one more than anything. While I am just in the next room, it feels so isolating – as if I have been banished and not worthy to be in anyone’s presence. It really hurts emotionally.
I got ready for bed and went to the spare room and laid down, ready to go to sleep as best I could with the tack bra still on. I had never head to sleep with it on before, and in addition to the tacks, the straps were uncomfortable as they were tight around my shoulders. Fortunately, Mike came into the room just as I was finally dozing off.
He was naked as is normal. He told me to sit up. He was standing over me and as I sat up on the bed he reached around and removed both bras. We both looked down at my breasts which were covered in tiny polka dots of redness and pock marks. I don’t think it was his plan, but he reached out and fondled me gently, as to sooth them. As he fondled, his thumbs rolled over my nipples several times. As if instinct, I reached out and grabbed his cock and it quickly became hard in my hands. This is not how my discipline typically goes. We keep sex and discipline separate, but, it was just one of those things that neither of us planned, and neither of us wanted to stop.
So we had sex.
When we were done, he kissed me goodnight, had me recite my Evening Mantra, and said he would see me in the morning. He turned out the light and closed the door behind him. I no longer felt any isolation. I felt warm inside…maybe because I literally was, hee- hee. That feeling of, “Yeah, it’s not my preference to sleep alone tonight, but it is the consequences of my action and of my submission, and I cherish my DD soooo much.”
This morning he was up before I was, which is rare. He came into the bedroom and woke me. We hugged, and “all was forgiven.”
Once again, I contrast this outcome with the pre-DD outcome. Pre-DD my snapping would have scored a 9 or 10 snap-scale, and it would have most certainly triggered a bigger argument about semi-related and totally unrelated things. It would not have resolved itself. The anger would linger for days, even weeks, before finally suppressing itself waiting for the moment to rear its ugly head in the future.
Instead. All is truly forgiven. Peace, reconciliation, and growth. Personal growth and growth in our relationship and love for one another.
You can’t beat that!
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