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157. A Severe Punishment for Two

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It’s been awhile since I’ve shared a punishment story, so as promised in my last post, here you go!

This one is about Kayla (well not entirely as you will find out).  I know as per Post 148, that Mike decreed that I was to no longer punish Kayla.  Well, that lasted about six weeks, but perhaps may last longer next time.   

THE TRANSGRESSION
Our son was visiting his cousins, Mike was out running errands, and Kayla and I were at Donna’s, just hanging out.  Donna was sharing some of the things that John does to help around the house, “just because he wants to”, and of course Kayla was quick to brag on Mike.  She proudly explained that Mike doesn’t have to do any chores, but he will occasionally empty the dishwasher or sweep the floor.  Kayla then added, “and I know when Mike empties the dishwasher because he has a bad habit of leaving every cupboard and drawer open.”

My jaw dropped.  You see, one of Kayla’s Acts of Service is to always talk complimentary of Mike to others – never criticize him in front of others.  Kayla’s excuse was, “It’s just Donna.”  I didn’t accept that.  This was not in keeping with a submissive mindset and is something she not only agreed to adhere to, but it was her idea to do so.  As such, she should know better and her flippant retort made it worse.   

I felt that Mike would want to immediately address this.  I sent him a short text and he called me.  I put Kayla on the phone and had her explain it.  That alone made her cry.   Mike then put me back on the phone.  I  asked him that if he felt this should be quickly dealt with that I was willing to handle it.  He paused and then said he didn’t want me to do anything if I felt it would “interfere with my peace.”  I told him it would not, so long as I knew this is what he wanted.  He then said yes, he wanted me to spank her a “sufficient” number of times and then Kayla should be “soaped” until he got home.  

JEN SPANKS KAYLA
I borrowed a paddle from Donna and spanked Kayla right there in front of Donna.  And to be honest, I spanked her really hard.  She was crying, as she is apt to do from a spanking.  She’s always been a crier, and while she doesn’t cry as much or as loudly as she used to, she was crying pretty good with this spanking.  I then sent her home and told her to start writing lines until I got there.  “I will always speak positively of Sir in front of others.”

JEN SPANKS KAYLA AGAIN
I waited about twenty minutes and then left Donna’s and returned home.  I was shocked again to find her writing her lines but fully clothed.  It is a long established rule that we disrobe when we enter the house if there are no kids expected.  I guess I was on a roll as I had her disrobe and spanked her again.  Again, very hard, and again, she cried.

SOAPING
I led her to the bathroom, got the soap, and lathered up her tongue and mouth and then had her bite down on the bar and hold it in her mouth.  I told her to kneel in the corner and stay there until Mike got home.  

Mike came home about forty minutes later.  That’s a long time to hold soap in your mouth.  He talked to me about what happened and got an update.  He then waited.  He knew Kayla heard him come home, but he didn’t immediately attend to her.  He waiting another fifteen minutes, so in total, it was an hour in the corner with soap in her mouth. He told me to stay out of the room but to come in after fifteen minutes. 

MIKE SPANKS KAYLA
I didn’t witness it but Mike spanked her for almost all that fifteen minutes before I came into the room.  Kayla was sobbing and a drooling soapy mess as she still had the soap in her mouth as I walked in and Mike continued spanking her.  I assumed my spanking her would be it, but clearly, it was not.  I felt bad because I really spanked her hard and would have probably gone a little easier had I known Mike would spank her again.

Mike then told Kayla to finish writing lines until she got to 100.  As she sat down to write, Mike then turned to me and said, “We have another issue to address.”

MIKE SPANKS JEN
Mike said that he wasn’t happy that I spanked Kayla for not undressing when she entered the house.  He said I should have reported this to him first before taking any action.  He reminded me that since our
therapy sessionI’ve actually achieved the mindset I was looking for (as shared on my prior post as well as two posts ago.   Now I put that at risk by spanking Kayla without his permission.   

So he spanked me using a thin bamboo paddle.  He said it would be one spanking for each line Kayla had to write.  100!  He stopped at 90 and had Kayla administer the last 10. He told her that if the swats were not to his liking that she would be in for 100 more.  Kayla didn’t disappoint!  Ouch!  He then had Kayla give me a half-dozen swats on each palm with a ruler.  He told me perhaps I’d think of this the next time I feel compelled to raise a hand to Kayla’s ass without his permission.  He then had me stand in the corner until Kayla finished her lines.  

MIKE SPANKS KAYLA AGAIN
He wasn’t quite done with Kayla’s punishment.  As part of our writing lines punishments, we may have to write additional lines and/or get spankings for any mistakes or sloppiness in the lines we wrote.  Mike found a few lines that were not to his liking, and spanked Kayla again.   In all, the spankings she got over the prior two hours were probably the hardest spankings she had received in a long time, and there were a lot of them.  So we were in the same boat.  Very sore and red asses!  In fact, my redness was colored with several purples splotches.  

AFTER CARE
We then had a collective After Care with Mike.  He had Kayla apologize to me for behaving in such a way that required immediate action on my part.  And I apologized to her for spanking her without Mike’s permission.  And that was that, all was forgiven.

POST SCRIPT
So what did I feel about what happened?  Nothing out of the ordinary, just a sore bum!    That’s just the life of a submissive.  I feel Mike acted totally appropriately as clearly both Kayla and I misbehaved.   

Ha, I find it funny that I am okay using the word “behave.”  I would have previously written something like, “…both Kayla and I failed to adhere to our commitments.”    I would have felt “behave” was juvenile or demeaning in some way.   Not anymore.  It is an appropriate word because submission is all about my behaviors, so when I submit according to my commitment, I am behaving.   Simple as that.   I think my finding comfort in some of the vocabulary terms that I previously hated is another sign of my progression with a submissive mindset.    

Just another example of how words are power, which makes our upcoming contract renegotiation interesting – but that’s for another post.  

I marvel in reflection at how definitive our
closing ceremonyis regarding a punishment.  No matter how intense the punishment, how emotional either I or Kayla gets, or whatever the circumstances are, when it is over, it is over.  All is truly forgiven and no one dwells on it.  

That was evidenced by how Kayla reacted afterwards.  She looked at me a bit later and said with a wry smile, “Man, I won’t do that again.”  To which I replied as I hugged her, “That makes two of us.”  We never talked of it again as there is simply no need.    

NEXT:  158. Jen’s Simple Tips and my Golden Rule of Domestic Discipline

 

52. The Spanking that Keeps Giving

A DD lifestyle has some physical hazards, of which I’ve been fortunate to avoid until now.  I guess it is a matter of time before a punishment can go awry.

Since evolving our DD to a service and submissive mindset, I’ve been a Wonder Woman of domestic duties, both inside the bedroom and out.   My energy and enthusiasm remains high.  If someone doesn’t understand submission they likely will misinterpret it as being forced through fear, versus given in earnest, or that is in response to a threat, versus offered willingly.  In case someone reading this hasn’t read other posts, I wanted to be clear and state that while I never thought our DD would lead us where it has, I have enjoyed, and continue to enjoy the journey.

Of course, it isn’t all just a perfect la-la land. There are bumps, and bruises along the way, as this story will attest.

I’ve been meeting all my Duties and Obligations, thus, despite Mike being strict, there have been few occasions to spank me.  But few is not none, and I got one in particular that will likely remain one of the more memorable spankings.

Mike came home for lunch one of the days last week and when he pulled up I had left the garage door open.  I forgot to close it when I came home from the errands of the day.  Luckily we’ve never had issues but we have had neighbors have things stolen out of their garages.   Mike spanked me as would be expected.  Well, dang it, the next day I did the same thing.  I knew I left it open when I brought some groceries in and I meant to go back out to close it, but other duties took over and I forgot, again.

This time Mike ratcheted up the punishment, and rightly so.  Despite now having a small arsenal of implements from which to choose, he decided to use a new one – no, not some fancy and expensive new paddle, but a plastic long handled bath brush/back scrubber. It is a hard plastic and instead of being smooth it has these bumps all over the back side of the brush.

Mike gave me 15 on one cheek, then 15 on the other, then planned to follow with 10 where he alternated cheeks.  Right away this felt different.  It was a duller feeling, more blunt than anything I’ve had before. It didn’t register as pain until about the number 10 mark, and if not for the fact he was spanking pretty quickly I would have had him pause via a safe word.  I made it through the first 15.  He then did the other cheek and basically the same experience and again, I made it through the 15.   As he started again and gave each cheek one whack  I had to ask him to pause.   The sensation was feeling more like a punch than a slap.  It lacked the sting of a typical spanking and in its’ place was a dull pain.  Mike started up again and got to six and I had to have him pause again.  He told me he planned to go to 10 so there were just a few more if I was able.  I collected myself and soon told him I was ready.  Without administering more spankings he said, “No, that’s enough.”

What made him stop was the red of my ass was already getting darker and darker.  Mike said, “Sorry, I think you are going to be really bruised.”   I told him I had spankings that hurt more than this one, but explained to him how this was so different.   Turned out, my ass continued to get darker and darker and before long was black and blue.  We learned to never use that brush as a spanking implement ever again.

My ass is still bruised and it is 5 days later!   When I got my Maintenance spanking three days ago I couldn’t take it.   That’s never happened as those are relatively mild spankings.
He’s had to stay off the ass the last few days, which he’s actually enjoyed because he really likes to slap my tits.  I hadn’t had a tit-slapping punishment in some time.  I digress.

Mike feels bad and I try to joke about it and encouraged him not to let up with his strictness – just drop that brush from our repertoire.  It is just one of those hazards of living this lifestyle.  I am still a little sore if I sit a certain way – but now the sore is more of that pleasurable post-spanking soreness!  It’s just that it is five days later and it is a spanking that keeps giving.

Next: 53. Almost forgot. . . sex with John and Donna?