The 10th day
I just got 10 serious spankings did you know that? I let myself down and let my inhibitions and pride keep me from doing something I wanted to do, something my husband asked me to do. Because of that I turned his asking into telling, I turned a moment that could have been a novel exploration and unquestionable growth experience for us as a couple into something stressful. Sure we still grew from it, but the wasted energy given over to useless things like anger, recriminations, guilt, worry and then back pedaling and ‘eating crow,’ is just soooo ick.
I did try hard to take each serious spanking as gracefully as I could although there was one day when I lost it and disgraced myself and resorted to begging. I managed to resist dropping to the level of fighting or accusing though, which is a step forward for me.
The first day was a paddling. Mark blocked my exit to work and lit into my butt, no warning, to notice. So, from a submissive stand point that was a gimme. Thank you honey. I owe you that one.
The second was another paddling only this time I had to come to him in the kitchen and ask him to give me the spanking I deserved. Then pull my panties down, answer some questions, waddle to the bedroom to get the paddle with my pants around my thighs bring it back and then lay myself across his lap.
Day three was another paddling… repeat the ritual of day 2, only almost all of the spanking was delivered to my upper thighs and the crease where my butt meats my thighs.
Day four, same ritual except this time it was the blog reader’s “reform-a-patty” gift strap to my bum.
Day five… ditto, but the strap was aimed at my thighs.
By day six, I’m in serious pain. My bottom is hot, stingy and itchy, but there’s not a single bruise. Everything so far has been for maximum sting and burn minimal thud. I actually ask for a heavier implement. The prospect of more of that crescendo of scalding sting has me panicking. Mark switches to his hand. Man o Man! If you thing that was a reprieve… His finger marks actually welted. Day six he spanked all over.
Day seven he used his hand again but stuck to my thighs; day eight, again his hand only he directed all his attention back to my bum.
Nine, the ritual changed because he went fishing in the morning. So instead of getting spanked right after breakfast I got spanked just before lunch. I still was made to ask to be spanked, and I still had to bare myself while I did that and we talked about what was being accomplished. I still had to waddle to the bedroom and get the strap. This time though when I bent over his lap he pushed me forward over one leg and trapped my legs.
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