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108. Our “normal” Evenings

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I shared a bit of our daily routine on my prior post, and thought I’d share more about our evenings and nights – and there just might be a little spanking for you. I mean, a spanking story for you.  Actually, as this post ran long, I’ll share the spanking on the next post.

My caveat to this “normal” evening is that this is based on just a dozen evenings of Kayla living with us. Perhaps too early to call “routine,” but whatever the name, we’ve established a bit of a pattern with our evenings.  The times I give are approximate as there is a lot of variations to this depending on different factors, but this should paint a pretty good picture of our typical evenings.

5:15-6:30pm
We typically eat dinner a little early, between 5:15 and 5:30 and are done, including the cleaning, by 6:00-6:15.

6:00/6:30pm until 8:00/8:45pm
These hours can take many different paths. We may watch some shows together, one or more of us may play a game with J or help with his homework. Sometimes J will play video games or otherwise entertain himself for the evening. Mike may have some specific tasks for me or Kayla which we will attend to but we tend to have some down time during these hours. Kayla may relax in her room by herself, reading, journaling, or being on her laptop. I might work on this blog a bit and also journal.

At some point Kayla will clean and organize her room in preparation for her morning inspections. Kayla also goes to the garage to tidy up our cars – both mine and Mike’s. She will pick up any trash, clean the windows, and wipe down the car’s exterior. She leaves little “love” notes in both cars. They are short notes thanking us and wishing us well for the day, signed “Love, Kayla.” She puts them on the inside of the driver’s door in a sealed envelope marked with “K” to help prevent their being read by an unintended audience.  These notes are cute and always put a smile on my face. I open my envelope right after I drop J off at school in the morning.

8:00-9:00pm
J goes to sleep from 8:30-9:00 – I mentioned before he tends to go to sleep early and typically sleeps 10 hours – so he is up by 6:30-7:00am. That’s a lot of sleep but it suits him well and we definitely all know it when he isn’t well rested. I mentioned before he has a disability and as part of that, a lot of anxiety/OCD issues. Part of his need for sleep is that every day is physically demanding and thus he is very tired by the end of the day. The positive with the OCD is that we can use his need for consistency and uniformity as a way to manage his day and one of those consistencies is his bedtime routine. He needs a little assistance to prepare for the night so anywhere from 8:00-8:40 is time for either Mike or I to help him. We don’t quite split this 50/50 – I do it a bit more than Mike, but Mike makes an effort to handle J’s nighttime routine quite a bit as is his preference.

9:00-9:45/10:00pm
We typically give J about 15 minutes of sleeping before we start Kayla’s nightly Maintenance Session. Her sessions have lasted from thirty to forty-five minutes. I participate in the first part to share my observations and get any feedback from her, but then I leave. I go shower and get ready for bed. I may be out of the shower and preparing for bed as Mike and Kayla are continuing their session, so I am still hear them a bit as our master bath is just off the master bedroom.

9:45/10-10:30pm
When her session ends, Kayla takes a shower or bath and prepares for bed. Assuming I am done she will use the master bathroom, otherwise, she uses the hall bathroom. Our bedtime rule is to be in bed by 10:30, so there is about thirty to forty-five minutes from when her session ends until bedtime. This can give us a little more time for some journaling or for me to work on my blog.

The first week Kayla was here she slept with Mike and me the first several days. Mike then came up with a schedule that I shared before where she sleeps with us Mon-Wed. Mike sleeps with her in her bed on Thursdays, and then Fri-Sun Kayla sleeps alone in her room, giving Mike and I our three nights together.

Mike typically stays up a bit so both Kayla and I will go see him just before 10:30 to say goodnight. On the first night that Kayla slept in her room, I went into her room with her and talked for a few minutes before it was 10:30. This has become routine and we jokingly refer to it as me “tucking her in.” More on that on my next post!.

10:30pm – ???
Some nights Mike will come to bed at the same time, but often he stays up a bit later. If there is any sex that night, it is based on the sleeping arrangements.  So if Kayla is sleeping in her room, she is not involved in any sex between Mike and I, conversely, on the Thursdays that Mike sleeps with Kayla, I am not involved in their sexual activities.  We didn’t like the idea of all three of us having sex and the one of us having to leave to sleep alone.

When Mike comes to bed after I have fallen asleep, sometimes I awaken (or he intentionally wakes me) and we may or may not have sex. Same for if Kayla is in bed with us. There have been a few nights of no sex, just like “normal” people! Also, some nights that Kayla was with us we would all get to talking after sex. I have even got up to work on a post (yes, if you see a late night post from me, it is typically after some fun sexy time!) while the three of us talk or Kayla and Mike continue to talk.  I’ve even been working on the blog when Mike and Kayla will start the sex up again.  I enjoy looking over and watching – a wonderful distraction when trying to blog!

Next: 109. The Tuck, the Spank, and the Slumber

71. Good Girl

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It’s official. After almost 18 months of the “DD-honeymoon” we have settled into a routine. Not that this is bad, it is to be expected. And not to say there still isn’t a lot of satisfaction on multiple levels (emotionally, sexually, you name it) – it’s just that things are in a rhythm and standard routine.

As such, I am not sure what to write about. Since things have settled in and I’ve become quite the pro at fulfilling the commitments I made to myself and Mike, I’ll share a few things that still trip me up now and then. In other words, the things I get punished for. I probably get a spanking about every two or three days for something and rarely might get more than one in a day. I am good girl! Hee hee. That makes me laugh because I have never said that before about myself and don’t ever think in terms of “good girl” or “bad girl.” I am just me. But, as it relates to TTWD and spanking, yep, the description fits, and, even a good girl deserves a spanking every now and then.

Let’s see, my last few punishments. . .

Aha. A few nights ago I failed to journal. I typically do so in bed and the other night I got in bed and fell asleep before doing so.   Spanking!   Another evening I had left the bathroom a bit messy (a towel on the floor and some stuff out on the counter) after a shower. I left the bathroom for something and intended on returning to clean up, but forgot.   Spanking!   Oh yeah, and I got what I think is my first “pouting” punishment. Mike needed me to do something and I gave the, “Aww man, are you serious? That’s so inconvenient for me” look.   Spanking! Well, I did ask Mike to be strict, and he is delivering. I am not complaining – I am just stating the facts. And in fact, I like it!!

Then, there is the most memorable punishment of late – probably the worst punishment in months – it was for something I bought without permission. I’ve shared before that unnecessary and compulsive over-shopping was an issue for me many years ago. As such, one of the rules I created for our contract was that I must ask for permission when buying anything other than food or toiletries.

Well, I popped into the store for a few things we needed and happened down the aisle that had some dish clothes. I innocently thought, “Humm, ours are getting pretty ragged, so I’ll think I’ll pick up a few new ones.”   I told myself, “Oh, I’ll call Mike in a few minutes once I’ve gotten everything I am going to get, just in case I find something else that we need so I can ask for permission all at once.”   Next thing I know the item is being scanned at checkout and I realize, “oops, I forgot to call Mike.”   No problem, it wasn’t too late. I’ve called or texted Mike while I was standing at a register before. I am not embarrassed to do so in front of others (okay, maybe a little, but actually it excites me to display my submissiveness this way).   But, this lady was behind me with a lot of stuff and several kids and she had this “will you please hurry up” look. I didn’t want to hold up the line and it was the last item that needed to be checked. So, I handed over the debit card and checked out without calling Mike.  That lady will never know the sacrifice I made for her! Ha.

So, I am pushing the cart to the car and thinking, “Do I call him now and ask?” I could just pretend I hadn’t purchased it yet. What if he says no, and I have to return it? He will see the credit on our statement. Surely I could come up with some lie to cover it up. What if he happened to check the receipt? He has done that on occasion. But what if he says it is okay? He will never know I already bought it before asking, unless he went to the extreme of looking at the time I called him and the time on the receipt and question why they were virtually identical.   And, if I got caught lying, the punishment would be escalated – plus, even if I wasn’t caught, I have a terrible guilty conscience. I know I would just end up confessing anyway. Nope, I would have to just tell the truth and face the consequence.

It was early afternoon and our son was at school and Mike was working from home. I came in and immediately told him what I did. As part of my explanation I also said, “It was only just a few bucks anyway.”   He calmly asked me to get the stuff I bought put away, and then get undressed and find a corner in the kitchen to stand in while I wait for him.

A few minutes later he came into the kitchen and lectured me on how it wasn’t about the amount I spent as he agreed, it was trivial, but the act itself was not trivial. Given my history and my own wishes regarding asking for permission to buy things, he said he felt this was a “significant” transgression. He said I clearly was too quick to be dismissive of the importance as I failed to call or text right away and seemed to justify it by saying it was “only a few bucks anyway.”   Dang it!

He told me to bend over and he gave me about 20-25 warm ups by hand. He then took the wooden spoon from the drawer and gave me 15 very firm ones on each cheek, so 30 in all.   He then sat down and told me to get across his knee. He proceeded to give me about 100, maybe more.   Not super hard, but not soft. He varied where his hand landed so that by the end, I was pretty pink all over my butt. Then he told me to go to our room and stand in the corner and he would be in a bit.

He came in about 15 minutes later and had me fetch the hairbrush. Again I went across his knee. I don’t know how many, maybe 30, and by this time I was crying as he was going at it pretty hard. I also felt bad for indeed trivializing it, as this behavior is tied to some very bad times in our past. He had me get up and I thought it was done, but no, he then asked me to put my elbows on the bed. He then got one of the long wooden paddles that is more like a board. He had me count these off and each one was very hard. I got 10.

He then told me I had 15 more minutes of corner time and he would return.   When he did, I was ready for our “Closing Ceremony” but no, he called me across his lap. It made me cry when he told me to get across his lap and I gave a face that was clearly a “no” face.   He said, “Don’t hesitate getting over here as that just added to your spanking. I went across his lap and he proceeded to give maybe another 40 or so, again, not real hard, but by this point, definitely hard enough.   He then had me stand and he took off his belt and gave about 10 for the “no” face.

He then said I had another 15 minutes of corner time and he would set the timer. When it was up I was free to leave the corner and wash up and come into his office where we would finally have our “all is forgiven” moment to close the punishment.

In the moment and for a sometime thereafter, I felt the punishment was excessive. By the time our Maintenance Session rolled around where I could talk to him about it, I decided not to say anything.   I had asked Mike to be strict with me, and strict he was. Also, I understood that even though the specific items I purchased were trivial, my transgression represented some bad times in our past that neither one of us wants to revisit. So, once the soreness went away, in reflection, I feel the punishment was appropriate.

NEXT: 72. Swinging Solo

66. A Quick Spanking Story

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I can’t believe it’s been nine days since my last post.   Things have been pretty routine around hereJohn 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.

Spanking Story
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

48. Birth of a Dom. Backstory.

This post belongs with the post “47. Birth of a Dom.”   You should read that one up to the point it links you to this post, prior to reading this one.     

Here is an example of events from the last two days living under my Attitude Adjustment.

We woke up.  He and I exchanged “good mornings” and he immediately corrected me.   “It’s good morning, Sir.   That will be an Immediate Reward.  Stay where you are.” (Which was in bed, on my belly, and already naked).   He got up and pulled the covers off.  I didn’t count but figure he gave me about 25 and they were very firm ones by hand.   Per our Contract, Immediate Rewards are delivered quickly and without warm ups.  He then asks me why I received the Reward and I replied, “I forgot to say ‘Sir’, Sir.”

With that he gave me about another 25 very firm ones, again by hand.  This is all keeping with how Immediate Rewards are administered per the Contract.  Spanking, state the reasons for it, then final spanking.  There was appropriate after care and that was that.

Then it was on to the Calisthenics of Doom
As per our morning ritual under our “Attitude Adjustment” period, I got out of bed and immediately dropped to the floor into “push-up” position ready to receive another spanking.  However, Mike had a twist.  Normally the “push up” spankings are where I am in the push up position while he spanks me, I don’t actually do push-ups.  If my knees touch, the spanking starts over.  This time he told me I had to actually do a push up between spankings.  I am not in the greatest shape, plus I am getting spanked, so 10 is not that easy for me, especially when he is spanking me slowly and I have to hold the position a long time.  He used his belt.  The first time I got to 7 and then barely touched the floor with a knee.  The second time and third time I only got to 5.  After that my arms were getting tired.  I only made it to four, then to just three.  That’s 24 spankings!   He said I would get another 24 since I couldn’t finish.  He had me get up and bend over and hold my ankles.  If I let go, the 24 would start over.  This time he used the new 12’ oak paddle with holes and was striking fairly firmly and rapidly.

This paddle is not too bad but he was doing them quickly so the stings rapidly multiplied, and keep in mind I already received 50 by hand and 24 with the belt.  I had to use our safe word to take a pause a little more than half-way through.  I regained myself and made it through the rest without incident.  He said that each morning would be like this until I could make it through the 10 push-ups.  Suffice to say, I willed myself through all 10 push-ups every day since.

Once the push-ups were done, it was on to the Jumping Jacks.  This is where he puts these nipple clamps on me that are a little heavy and I have to do 10 jumping jacks in a row.  The jumping jacks will stop if I can’t make it to 10, but then I earn 10 spankings for every jumping jack I didn’t do.  I have never made it past 5 before as the heavy clamps are just too much.    Anyway, after already being spanked very firmly 98 times now, I was going to try my best to get all the way to 10.  I made it to 8, a personal best, before I just had to put my arms down and grab my bend over from the pain.  Mike then told me to bend over and rest my elbows on the bed to, “Get the 20 I owed him.”   A term he hadn’t used before.   This time he used a rubber paddle, that is sort of half-way like a wooden paddle and half-way like a strap, but the texture seems to have more of a bite as it always makes me a bit raw.

That’s 118 spankings to start the morning.  That got the heart pumping and blood flowing better than a triple expresso, with the added pain/pleasure of my ass pulsating throughout breakfast.

Once the calisthenics were done, I got up and immediately got out the tack bra and put it on, as expected of me during this Attitude Adjustment period.

Now let me digress a bit about the bra. . .

I’ll get back to the experience that morning in a moment, but first want to relate what happened the day before regarding the bra.  After several inspections of my breasts upon removing the bra, Mike decided they weren’t poking me enough.  I would have little red dots here and there, and a few light scratches here and there, but he felt that didn’t reflect a very high level of discomfort.  Hate to admit it, but he was right.  While I was always feeling their presence, they only a minor nuisance except for an occasional poke when I would reach up, or bend a certain way, or if something pressed up against my chest.  The tacks were not in very firmly so there was some give to them.   While that was good from a poking perspective, it did mean they would sometimes shift to the side and scrape instead of poke.  They did actually stick me sometimes where I have pull them out, but they don’t go deep.  I never drew blood.

After his inspection Mike added 10 more tacks to each cup, making it 45 in each and even carefully lined some up to come out at around my nipples – an area I had purposely avoided putting any.  Once he made the adjustment I found it was just too much on my sensitive nipples and one was really sticking one of my nipples.  My dilemma was what to say to him.  While I can’t complain, I am compelled to be honest and to share what I am feeling, so, with that I said as matter-of-factly as possible,

“Sir, while they can stay if you want them do, the tacks near my nipples are proving challenging.   I think my reaction when they poke or scrape will cause our son to ask more questions, and they also may prevent me from doing certain tasks without serious injury.”

There.  I said it without asking him anything or complaining.  Just the facts!  He then gave me a choice.

“Okay Jen, you can adjust them, but first, come here.”

He looked me straight in the eyes as his hands went up my shirt and over my bra.  He firmly squeezed and said, “Count to 10.”

I was shocked as this seemed unnecessary and mean.  I already said they were hard to deal with and I had not even had it on for very long.  Now he presses them into me?

I didn’t argue and started counting.

Once to 10 he said, “Okay, take it off and make your adjustments.”

I took off my shirt and as I removed my bra, there were several that had pierced my skin, enough that when I let go of the bra it stayed pinned to my tits.  He watched as a plucked the three or four that had penetrated each breast and then casually said, “Make your adjustments and get it back on.”

This really shocked me as it seemed punitive and mean.  Had this been prior to our argument I know I would have said something.  I again did my best to dismiss the increasing thoughts I was having that he was just being mean and he must be angry at something.  Despite those feelings I didn’t say anything other than, “Yes, Sir.”

Okay, back to the morning experience.

I put on the bra and we went about our morning routine.  Our son was still asleep so it was just Mike and I that were awake.  I had just made some eggs and was walking the plate over to the table when Mike walked in the kitchen.  Suddenly he took my wrist and walked me to our bathroom.  He had never grabbed me in such a way before.   He had me pull down my pants as he grabbed the hairbrush and gave me 20 quick ones.  It was another Immediate Reward.  ? ? ?   I am supposed to state what I did wrong, but honestly I didn’t know.  That meant another 20 quick ones.  Then Mike explained I had left egg shells in the sink.  I rudely told him that I hadn’t started cleaning yet.

He then told me to bend over and he gave me another 20 quick ones.  At least I was able to explain why.

“I should not have talked back, Sir.”

He lectured and said I am not to create extra work and the moment I put the eggs in the sink I should have made sure they were down the drain and not left them behind for even a minute later.  He then gave me 20 more as the end of the Immediate Reward for the egg shell issue, and then gave me 20 more as the end of the Immediate Reward for talking back.  That’s right, it was 100 with the hairbrush.  I already had 118 to start the morning.  I got the normal aftercare and “all is forgiven” and then he went to have his breakfast.

I was dumfounded, and my ass was sore.  218 in about a thirty minute period is a lot for me, and all of them were very firm ones.  I felt like crying because by this time my suspicions that he was mad were no longer just suspicions.  He had to be mad at me and he had never given punishments before in anger.

When he left for work, it was only about 10 minutes to 8:00.  As part of my “Adjustment,” once he is ready to leave for work I can remove my bra and he will put clips on my nipples.  I have a small, somewhat discreet pair that hide well under the right clothing.  They have a little screw mechanism that tightens or loosens the pinch they can deliver.   When Mike said he was about ready to leave it was my cue to go to the bedroom and remove my shirt and bra and have the clamps in my hand ready to give to Mike.  Mike came in and put the clamps on and gave them a couple of extra twists so they were really tight.  He said, “Since they only have to be on for 10 minutes, they should be extra snug.”   Then he kissed me goodbye and left for work.

I was tempted to loosen them.  Not because it was unbearable, but I felt the entire morning was full of anger and spite on his part, so in spite I should loosen them, or even just remove them.  But I didn’t.  Despite what I was feeling, enough of me was still saying to trust Mike and stick with the program.

I set my alarm on my phone to go off every hour so I can add/remove whatever is required.  I am also required to text Mike with simply, “Made the change.”  Mike did check up on my sometimes, requiring me to Facetime with him and show him that yes, I made the change.  While Mike never set a strict time, he did say that I was not to ever swap items early and could deviate by being late by no more than a “few minutes.”   Other than any Facetime check-in’s this was the honor system, but our DD requires me to be honest, and I am committed to being honest.

That afternoon I had some errands to run and had my son with me.  I was out for a few hours and it was kind of comical as it came time to swap something out.  Finding a restroom is easy enough, but sometimes timing things would be a challenge.  If I had to be in a line that I could tell could take 10 minutes, but only had 5 until “changing” time, do I risk it?  Nope, I’d find some reason to putter around for another five minutes, then have to find the restroom, then got in line.  I had to tell my son my tummy was a bit upset, thus the many bathroom breaks.  I had already told him that my occasional flinch or shriek from the tacks was due to a sore back that would twinge when I moved just right.  Oh the things we have to tell our kids in order to live our DD lifestyle!

So it was about 3:45 and I was ready to head home.  I was about maybe 10 minutes from home, 15 max, so I felt like I could make it home by the 4pm “change.”  It was either that or wait around 15 minutes, find a bathroom, and then leave for home.  I had enough of that and I knew I could make it, so I headed home.

Damn traffic!

There was a stop light that was malfunctioning that caused traffic to back up.  When I got home I rushed to my room and took the clamps off and got my plug in and looked at the time, 4:12.  Not too bad.

I texted Mike, “Change made.”

He texted back, “Coming home now.”

I wasn’t sure if that was in response to me being late, or he was just letting me know he was getting off early.  Given the events of the morning, I was reading anger into his text, so suspected it was the former, not the latter.

When he got home he greeting me and our son as usual.  Some relief on my part, until he whispered in my ear, “You need to go to your room.  I want you naked and kneeling in corner. Lock the door and get up only to let me in.”

When our son is home I don’t undress while waiting for Mike to come to the room to give me a spanking.  This is in case our son happens to walk in the room while I am waiting.   Once Mike is in the room I will disrobe as we will have locked the door.  This was different.  By itself no big deal, but again, it just seemed like he was looking for ways to be mean and mess with routine.

He knocked on the door and I got up and let him in.

He said, “Back to the corner.”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

He got out of his work clothes then came out and said 12 minutes late was not acceptable.  At this point I was frustrated with the entire day’s events and had to say something.  I knew I shouldn’t try to make excuses for being late, so I instead just simply said, “Sir, what’s wrong, you seem angry?”

He called me over from the corner and said, “I am not angry, I would never punish you in anger.  Now you know you are not to speak when you are in the corner and you are not to question a punishment.  You have your Maintenance Session on Sunday where you can ask for clarification.   Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I responded.

“Do you know why you are receiving this Reward,” he asked?

“Yes, Sir, I was late taking the clamps off and putting the plug in.  And I talked while I was in the corner.”

“Correct, that’s two Rewards.  Get the Prison Strap,” he ordered.

He had me lay on my stomach on the bed.   He said these were going to be very hard ones but would just be five.   He went and turned the shower on and the TV on in our room to help muffle the noise.  Thus far we’ve been able to execute all Rewards without raising questions from our son about noise.

While my ass was no longer pulsating for the 218 from the morning, it was still very sensitive.   The first whack caused me to bury my face deep into a pillow, and the second one caused me to scream into the pillow.  Yes, there was pain, but despite what Mike said, I still felt these were angry spankings.  Along with the pain was worry and yes, for the first time ever, a bit of fear.

I got through the five but was crying quite heavily.   Mike told me to stay in the room, get the Wand and masturbate, then shower and relax.  He was going to take our son with him to go pick up dinner and bring it home so I wouldn’t have to cook.

While not having to cook was a nice gesture, I wasn’t in a masturbating mood, but girls, that changes almost instantly when you touch that wonderful wand to your clit.   As lovely as climaxing is, and as relaxing as the shower was, I was still worried about Mike’s behavior.

That evening we had our dinner and I got our son to bed.  When I got out to the living room Mike immediately tells me to go to my room, get naked, and wait for him kneeling in the corner.   I thought, but didn’t say it, “WTF, what now?”   I went to the room, disrobed, and stood in the corner.  He kept me waiting for thirty minutes.

I let him in the room and went back to my corner to await instructions.  He didn’t say anything.  He went to use the bathroom then came out and turned on the TV and watched for another fifteen minutes or so.   My knees were hurting as our hard floors are not ideal for extended kneeling.

Finally he turns off the TV and calls me over.  He didn’t ask me why I was about to be punished, as he clearly knew I had no clue.

He said, “Since I’ve been home you’ve been sulking. Your blank stares and expressionless responses to things are displeasing to me.  No doubt you are aware, as I am sure your ass is fully aware as well, that I have been strict lately.  Did you think I would let that sulking go unpunished?”

“No, sir,” I replied.

“Well, I will let it go.  I will make this one last exception.  Let me explain.”

? ? ? I was perplexed? ? ?

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