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.
Domestic Discipline, Jenny style! 