It’s been about two months since I shared a spanking story Not because I haven’t been spanked over that time, but there haven’t been many, and none that notable or different from other spankings I get. Our recent refocusing changed that. So here are TWO spanking stories for you.
WE INTERRUPT THIS SPANKING STORY
Before I get into that, just a quick note on my blogging. I am behind on sharing stuff and sometimes when I get behind, I just skip over things and blog about more recent stuff, forever skipping the stuff I was behind on. I’ve been trying not to do that. I found I start to forget whether or not I shared certain experiences. I’ll start to reference something and then be like, “did I ever actually share that in the first place?” I then go back looking for it and sometimes I find that I did, and sometimes I find that did not.
Anyway, I don’t want to have to do that so am trying to just cover all the things I feel are worth sharing. I am about a week behind on stuff. For instance, this weekend Mike is on a business trip, and Matt is spending the weekend with me at my house. But I don’t want to blog about that until I get you caught up on a few other things.
ZERO TOLERANCE
When Mike and I discussed our drifting from our normal D/s routine, he acknowledged he had been giving me more and more warnings over actual punishments. The result of our conversation was that he was adopting a “zero tolerance” regarding any failures in my Duties and Obligations. He doesn’t intend to stay at “zero tolerance,” but, Mike felt it would be easier to adopt a “no warnings” mindset to get us out of our “drift.” It didn’t take long before it was clear to me that indeed, there would be no warnings, regardless how minor the indiscretion.
Also, for some context, Kayla and I have a 10:30 p.m. bedtime and we often go to bed before Mike. Sometimes he might send one of us to bed and one of us gets to stay up later with him, or sometimes we both get to stay up late or neither of us do. By the way, if we do go to sleep before him, he may wake us for sex when he does come to bed. Oh, and of course, we sleep naked. Okay, enough of our bedtime routine.
Oh – a bit more context – Kayla and I have a many household chores we must do. We typically “divide and conquer” where we will split up the work.
I had just fallen asleep and was awaken to the covers being pulled off me and one hard smack to my butt. Then I hear Mike, “Get up Jen, someone is getting a spanking.” I managed a groggy “Yes, Sir,” unsure exactly why but alert enough to know not to delay in obeying him.
I stood up and then he asked, “Who swept the floors after dinner, you or Kayla?”
I know I didn’t forget to sweep the floors, so what was this about? In my half-awake state I was fortunate to still know enough to answer him clearly, without it sounding like a question. “It was me, Sir.”
“Both of you need to make sure all the cleaning is done after dinner. If something is missed, both of you will be punished, and to make that point clear, Kayla, you need to get out of bed and get over here.”
Kayla got up. Mike directed me to bend over and put my hands on the bed. He directed Kayla to come over next to him, such that Mike was to one side of me and Kayla the other. “Kayla, you are going to watch this so that you remember that both of you need to share in the cleaning duties and both of you will share in the consequences.”
It’s been awhile since Kayla watched me get a good discipline spanking. I don’t mind it, it’s just that it has been awhile so it felt it a bit different. Mike already had a paddle in his hand. He gave me a dozen or so warm ups by hand, and then came the paddle. Ten, then another ten a bit harder, then another ten harder than the last.
In a matter of moments I went from that surreal place between sleep and wake, to the adrenaline rush of having my ass lit up. Mike told me to get up and then told Kayla to take my place. Mike then spanked her as he did me.
He then instructed Kayla to stand in the corner until we returned. He then brought me out to the kitchen and showed me that I indeed did clean the floor, but, I left the dustpan out. I had put it down on a chair and forgot it. Wow, Mike was serious about this zero tolerance. I put it away and we walked back to the bedroom. He called Kayla over and we hugged and did our Closing Ceremony. “All is forgiven.”
Normally Mike and I don’t mix sex with discipline – meaning we don’t have sex at the conclusion of a discipline session (Mike and Kayla often do though). But, that night I was thankful that we all ended up having sex. I needed the relaxation of an orgasm to help get back to sleep. Spankings can be such an adrenaline rush.
SPANKING #2 – REMINDER SPANKINGS
I get a quick spanking anytime I leave the house – as a reminder to remain submissive in my thinking even when not home. I was running a little late for a lunch date with a friend. I wasn’t going to be late if I left promptly. I went to Mike and asked for my reminder spanking. He said he would be there in a minute.
Mike came to the room a few minutes later – much longer than I was anticipating. I knew better than to complain or rush him, but my attitude was clearly that of, “Come on, Mike, get on with it, I’ve got to get going.” Mike asked me, “What’s the rush?”
That was my out. I could have recognized I was putting off an “annoyed” vibe and apologized for it. Instead, I complained. “I don’t want to be late, and this doesn’t have to take so long.”
Mike said, “It takes as long as I want it to take. This spanking is going to be double. One set as your reminder for when you are out of the house. The other set for your reminder that when it is time for a reminder spanking, you won’t be annoyed or try to rush me.”
He took me into our bathroom as J was home and it is furthest away from the rest of the home such that noise shouldn’t be an issue. I was already dressed to go. I expected Mike to just have me remove my panties and bend over, as that is usual for a reminder. But instead, he told me to completely disrobe.
Once naked, he then had me open my mouth. He took a bar of soap, ran some water over it, and told me to stick out my tongue. Yes, a mouth soaping. After lathering up my tongue, I had to hold the soap bar in my mouth. Mike then had me bend over and he gave me several warm ups, then 10 very hard ones with a thin paddle, 5 on each cheek. Then 10 very hard ones with a wider paddle, again, 5 on each cheek. Not satisfied with the result, he then gave me three more on each cheek, full force. He inspected my ass, and then gave me one on each cheek, again full force.
This was not just a reminder spanking, it was a disciplinary punishment, no doubt about it. And with all mouth soapings, when it was done, I got on my knees and Mike peed into my mouth. I stood and swished and spit into the sink, then got back on my knees and repeated until Mike did not have to go any more. I was then allowed to rinse with some water. Mike hugged me, “All is forgiven.”
I got dressed. “By the way, Jen, I don’t want you to wear panties on your lunch date.”
I removed my panties, and with one additional instruction, that I will share later, I happily left for my lunch date with my friend, albeit a bit late. What was that instruction and who was I having lunch with? Next post!
Domestic Discipline, Jenny style! 