Just something I put together this afternoon. Hope you like it!
Mark stood at the kitchen sink, looking down at the dish in his hand, fuming. “What am I doing?” he asked himself incredulously. He had come home from work not fifteen minutes ago. Leigh had been sitting at her computer and barely acknowledged him. She only grunted when he said hello and dropped a kiss on her head in greeting. He had walked through the house as he put his things from work away for the night. Everywhere he looked, it appeared that a bomb had gone off. Clothes lying around, dirty dishes in the sink, beds not made, the plants for the flower bed he had dug for her still sitting in their pots, wilting. Every question he tried to ask her was met with a mumble, a sigh, or an evasive answer. He had given up and started to clean up the kitchen when he found himself staring at the aforementioned dish. “Enough is enough,” he muttered. Putting the dish back down, he went back and stood behind Leigh.
“Leigh, would you come with me please? I need to talk to you.” Leigh just grunted again and waved her hand at him dismissively. “I’m in the middle of something,” she snarled. “Give me a minute.” Mark caught her waving arm at the wrist and yanked her from her seat. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked as he proceeded to pull her towards the living room. “I told you I was busy!” “Yeah, you’re going to be real busy in a few minutes, and it won’t be playing some game on the computer!” Mark retorted in reply. Leigh was still sputtering and struggling when Mark sat down on the straight-backed chair by the front window and pulled Leigh to him until she was standing between his knees. He grabbed both her wrists and held her hands in place down by her hips, his legs pinning her to the spot. He waited until she stopped fighting him. She stood there, glaring down at him. “What do you want?” she demanded, her forehead pulled down and eyebrows pulled together in a classic pout.
“First off, I want you to lose that attitude, young lady!” he growled at her. He watched the look of defiance on her face fade to one of shock, her eyes widening. She knew she was in trouble when he called her ‘young lady’. As he calmly stared back at her, the look of shock changed again to apprehension. A few more moments of stern silence from Mark, and she began to shift uncomfortably. When her eyes finally unlocked from his and drifted down to focus on the floor, he knew she was ready to listen.
“Now, we need to have a ‘discussion’ about a couple of things. One of them is what you do around here during the day, and the other is about your tone of voice when I try to talk to you.” Leigh bit her lip. She knew when he put that emphasis on the word ‘discussion’ that it really meant he was going to warm up her backside. She hunched over and tried to shimmy away from her, but he held tight, keeping her pinned in place. “You’re not going anywhere except over my knee, little girl, so stop it!” he warned. Even though she knew it was useless, Leigh couldn’t help giving a squeak and trying again to pull away. Mark sighed. “Ok, fine. If you can’t stand there and talk to me face to face, you can do it face to bottom.” Moving faster than Leigh could blink or protest, he turned her sideways and flipped her over so that her head was suddenly down by the floor and her bottom was high in the air, propped up by his right leg. He then crossed his legs at the ankles, pinning her lower half between them. She tried to arch up to get away, but he just wrapped one arm around her waist with his elbow in the small of her back, holding her in place until she stopped squirming.
A few awkward moments passed. Leigh finally gave up and went limp over his knee. “Are you ready to listen to me, young lady?” Mark asked quietly. With an embarrassed groan, Leigh mumbled, ‘”Yes sir.” “Good!” Mark replied. He began to lecture her, his hand at first resting on her pantied bottom, then rubbing it lightly as he began to speak. “Now you know that I have NEVER demanded anything of you, isn’t that right?” He waited a moment for her answer. When none came, he gave her a swift smack to her left cheek. “Ow!” she yelped. “Yes sir!” His hand went back to rubbing. “That’s right. Even though you don’t work outside the house, I have never demanded that you do any specific chores or keep this house in a certain way. In the past, you’ve been pretty good about it. But now that summer is here, you seem to have slipped into this lazy mood, and all you want to do is play on the computer and watch TV. Then when I try to talk to you, you snap at me like I’m an inconvenience in your life. Well, enough is enough. Things need to change and you obviously need a little motivation.” Leigh had been somewhat lulled by his even voice as he chastised her, but she began to struggle anew as she felt him stop rubbing and begin peeling her panties down off her bottom. Her resistance was met by a flurry of stinging slaps to her backside. “Young lady, be still or I will get the cane!” Mark ordered as he spanked her gyrating cheeks. At the threat of the cane, Leigh abruptly stopped her struggle and slumped back down in resignation.
“That’s better,” Mark said as he finished sliding her panties down until they rested across her thighs. Her bottom cheeks weren’t burning yet, but she could feel the ones on her face flaming already as she lay there across his lap, her naked buttocks offered up for his punishment. His hand rested again on her skin. “So from now on, there are going to be some expectations around here. I want the bed made every day. I want the kitchen cleaned up. I want to see you make an effort to get dressed in something besides a T-shirt and panties, or I will take it as an invitation, as I have now, to take them down and paddle your butt. Is that understood?” On the last syllable of the last word, his hand placed an exclamation point on her bottom. “Ow!” Leigh squealed. “Yes sir!” “I also will assign you some things to do occasionally, like those plants that you didn’t put out after I worked so hard digging you the flower bed you wanted, and are now in danger of dying since they haven’t been put in the ground yet. Is that clear?” This time, the last three words were punctuated by hard smacks to her butt. “Yeow! Ok! Yes, I’ll do as I’m told!” she wailed.
Mark took a moment to reposition her and grip her tightly around her waist. She groaned at his next words. “Give me your hand.” She didn’t want to, but knew he would only be madder if she didn’t obey. Slowly, she lifted her outside hand up to her side. He gripped her wrist and held it tightly to her side. She was trapped - her legs pinned, her upper body held down by his elbow, her hand held securely to her side so she couldn’t throw it back to protect her bottom. That only meant one thing. She didn’t have long to wait.
“We are now going to talk about your attitude” was the only preamble she got before he began to spank her bare bottom, his hand rising and falling in time to his words. “I don’t” *smack* “appreciate” *whack* “being snapped at” *crack* “when I ask you” *slap* “a simple” *whack* “question!” *spank* “Your attitude” *smack* “is going” *whack* to change!” *crack* “Is” *slap* “that” *spank* “understood?” *swat* Before Leigh could screech out an answer, Mark administered a further fast volley of a dozen hard licks to her now bucking behind. “O w ow ow!” she howled. “Yes sir, I understand!” Mark was about to lift her to her feet, but Leigh hadn’t yet learned when to shut her mouth. “Now let me up, damnit!” she demanded. Mark’s eyebrows went up as he looked down at his wife. “You know, you’re not exactly in a position to order me around,” he told her drily as he tightened his grip on her and calmly reached into the drawer of the end table next to him. He drew out the flat-backed hairbrush he kept there in case of an emergency. A smart-mouthed wife qualified as an emergency.
Leigh stiffened as he rubbed the smooth brush over her already-burning butt cheeks. She realized - too late - that she had gone too far. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she blurted out. “Please not the brush! No - I’ll be good! I promise! I didn’t mean it! I’m really - aaahhhhhhh!” she began to yell as Mark brought the hairbrush down onto her sore bottom. Again and again he spanked, each stroke flattening Leigh’s round cheeks upon impact. Her cries became one long wail, broken only by the occasional gasp as she sucked in air between sobs. She now knew what he had meant when he told her earlier that she was going to be busy, and she didn’t like it one little bit. Crying and squirming over her husband’s knee was not her idea of a good time. Well, not when she was in trouble, anyway. When she finally ran out of strength and went limp over his lap, Mark stopped and laid the hairbrush to the side.
When Leigh had calmed down, Mark directed her to her feet so that she was once again facing him. But the defiance was now gone, and she stood with her head hanging down, sniffling and wiping away the tears from her face. Her backside was blazing, but she knew better than to reach back and rub it. Mark waited patiently until she raised her head and looked at him. “So, do we understand each other now, young lady?” Mark asked firmly. Leigh nodded. “Yes sir,” she whispered. “Well then, I’d say this was a successful discussion!” he replied. “You can start now showing me what you have learned. The kitchen needs cleaning up and the bed isn’t made. No, no,” he warned as she reached for her panties. “Leave those right where they are. It will remind you of what will happen if you don’t do as you’re told. Now get moving!” With her face now as red from embarrassment as her bottom was from her spanking, Leigh scurried off to do her chores, knowing that her husband was right behind her, enjoying his handiwork. And as she worked, she felt the heat from her bottom start to spread over her whole body, turning into a glow of contentment.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
Saturday, May 07, 2011
Ow!
Sitting here with a hot, sore backside, watching the Kentucky Derby. Boy, I needed that. Much longer without a spanking and I was gonna get real cranky. And, not surprisingly, rooting for Number 7 in the race. Two reasons. The name - Pants On Fire. And the jockey - a female. You go, girl!
Oh dear!
Just been told that at 5:45 tonight, I'm to go upstairs for a spanking. That's only 15 minutes from now! Gulp.............................
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Just a quick story -
I'm in one of those moods. Three guesses what kind of mood, and the first two guesses don't count - LOL! Anyway, this is just a quick one I jotted down. My fantasy of the strong, in control man. *sigh*
Mark stood by the side of the bed, looking down at his sleeping wife. It was 5:30am, and he often woke Leigh briefly to kiss her goodbye before he left for work. But he had other plans for her this morning. She was curled up on her side, her back to him. Mark eased the blankets back and sat down next to her. Wrapping one arm around her waist and slipping his hand under her hip, he gently pulled her tight to his side, lifting her bottom slightly towards his lap.
Leigh slowly roused from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered, then snapped open as she realized she seemed to be pinned in place. She began to struggle but relaxed again as she felt her husband lightly tracing his fingers over her pantied bottom. Snuggling against him, she giggled a bit, and then said in a sleepy voice, ‘All right, buster, but you’re going to be late for work!’ Again she attempted to roll towards him, but he held her in place. A funny feeling began to swirl around in her tummy, and she tried pulling away instead. But he still held her. The fog cleared and she was now on high alert as he peeled her panties away from her bottom and the cool morning air blew over her bare skin.
‘No, I’m not going to be late,’ he growled at her, his hot hand cupping her cheek, then leaving trails of heat as he rubbed it across her bared behind. ‘This won’t take long. Now, young lady, how long has it been since you’ve had a good spanking?’ Leigh gasped. What a question to be woken up with! She made another attempt at wiggling away from him. Mark responded with a sharp slap to her bottom. ‘Answer me!’he ordered. She yelped. ‘Ow! Ok! A long time!’ Mark rubbed some more. ‘And do you agree that it’s about high time that this naughty bottom was taught a lesson?’ More wiggling from Leigh, and a volley of hard slaps from Mark. ‘Owwwww! Yes, sir! I have been a brat and I deserve a spanking!‘ Leigh howled. ‘Just as I thought,’ her husband said. ‘And your behavior has reflected that fact. I’ve let you get away with a lot lately, but that is going to be rectified tonight. I’ve left you instructions on the kitchen table, and I expect them to be followed. For now, I’m just giving you a preview of what’s to come.’ His hand rose and fell on Leigh’s squirming bottom a dozen more times. A short pause, and then she began to protest loudly as she felt the sting of the wooden hairbrush as he paddled her with another twelve hard strokes. She was panting when he stopped, and rolled over to face him when he released her and stood up, her hands beneath her, clutching her heated cheeks.
He looked down at her, a bemused grin playing across his mouth as she glared up at him. Bending down, he gave her a quick kiss on her pouty lips. ‘I love you. Behave, and do as I’ve told you in the note. I’ll know if you do or not!’ he warned before walking out of the room, leaving her to stew over his words as she tried in vain to return to sleep.
She tossed and turned in the bed. The warmth in her bottom and his words in her ear were making any attempts to close her eyes futile. Finally, she pounded the mattress in frustration and sat up. A glance at the clock only made her more irritable. 7am! Damn him - a perfectly good sleep-in, ruined. Throwing off the covers, she stretched and rolled out of the bed.
When she arrived downstairs a few minutes later, she could see the sheet of paper laying on the kitchen table. The note! She hesitated, then approached it with growing trepidation. Picking it up, she began to read:
‘Dear Leigh,
As we have already discussed, you have been very naughty lately. We will address that when I get home this afternoon. I suggest that you prepare yourself, because when I am done with you, you are going to be properly punished and ready to behave for the foreseeable future.’
Leigh’s hand unconsciously went behind her, rubbing her bottom as she continued to read.
‘A few things for you to do today. Get your chores done, please. A tidy house will go a long way towards shortening your punishment tonight. Your attire for the day will be a t-shirt and panties. I want the panties down below your butt and your t-shirt above it; pin it up if you have to. That bare bottom is to be where I can see it.’
Leigh gave a snort. ‘Yeah, right, buddy!’ she thought. ‘In your dreams! Like you’re gonna know.’ The next sentence stopped her in her tracks and she felt a cold chill.
‘I have set up the old nanny cam. If you disable it in any way, I will get out the cane. I will be checking in from time to time, so I suggest you do as you are told. I knew that old camera would come in handy one day.’
Leigh looked around wildly. A quick search of the downstairs revealed the nanny cam on top of the bookshelf in the family room, aimed so it could see most of the downstairs of their house. She stared in disbelief at the little glowing red light, indicating that it was on and that he could be looking at her right that moment. He must have been planning this for days! With shaking hands, she finished reading the note.
‘Yes, I will be able to see you and I will be checking in on you from time to time. So I suggest you behave and do as I say. You are also to sit down at some point and write me a note, explaining how you have been getting away with too much and why you deserve to be punished like a naughty little girl. Suggestions on how you will be better in the future and what form your spanking should take will be taken under consideration. Now, get busy, and I will be in touch later if necessary.
I love you.
Mark’
Leigh put the note down, taking deep breaths as she tried to steady her nerves. Sinking down into the nearest chair, she put her head in her hands as she tried to clear her head and focus. Her brain whirled as she considered what to do first. That question was soon answered for her. Her cell phone vibrated on the counter behind her. Jumping up, she grabbed it and saw there was a text message from Mark. It said simply, ‘Get moving. You’re not dressed properly.’ The pit of her stomach flipped. He was already watching! With a last glare in the direction of the nanny cam, she flew up the stairs to change.
Getting dressed hadn’t involved much, but it hadn’t been easy. Putting on a t-shirt, she had looked in the mirror and realized with dismay that it hung down over her bottom. Taking it back off, she found a safety pin and lifted the bottom hem of the shirt, pinning it in place about half way up her back. She slipped it on again and checked the mirror. With shaking hands, she eased her panties down to just below her butt. Her round bottom was now perfectly framed and on display. After delaying as much as she dared, she made her way back downstairs. Now feeling defiant, she marched into the family room, arched her bare butt towards the camera, and looked back over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue. ‘Big meany,’ she grumbled out loud as she straightened up and walked away.
Her victory was short-lived. In the kitchen, her cell phone vibrated again. Oh shit! Was he going to watch her every minute, she wondered in a panic? There was another text message. ‘I saw that. You’re not doing yourself any favors. Go into the family room to the corner across from the camera. Nose to the wall, hands on your head. I’ll text you when you can come out. Move!’ Leigh gave a sigh of frustration. Dragging her feet, she walked into the family room. She gave one last glance at the traitorous red light and then moved to the corner. Placing her nose to the wall and lacing her hands together on top of her head, she stood and waited. And waited. And waited.
It seemed like he left her there for an eternity. Finally, her phone buzzed. ‘You can come out now.’ Glancing at the clock, she realized he had only made her stand there for 15 minutes. She never realized a quarter of an hour could seem so long! ‘Guess I’d better get busy,’ she thought in resignation.
The next couple of hours passed quickly as she worked around the house. After a while, she even forgot that her bottom was on display to him as she cleaned and dusted and tidied. Before long, she had the bedroom, kitchen and family room sparkling. ‘I think that should be enough to make him happy,’ she decided. Going to the family room, she curled up in her chair and settled in with her laptop.
After the usual surfing of Facebook and email, she found herself wandering into her favorite spanking sites. A few videos of women getting put over their husband’s knees and soundly paddled soon gave her an odd tingling in her backside. She began to squirm in her chair, a bit uncomfortable by the thought that watching someone get a painful spanking like the one she herself would soon be receiving was turning her on. She couldn’t stop watching the women kick and cry and promise to be good even though she knew it would shortly be her in that same position. She was pondering this situation when her phone blared again, shaking her out of her daze.
‘You’re spending too much time on that computer. And I don’t know why you’d want to watch other bad girls being punished - you’ll be getting it soon enough. Back in that corner - now!’ She gasped in disbelief. That rat! He must be monitoring her computer, too! The nanny cam didn’t have sound, so he couldn’t have heard anything. That’s what she got for marrying an IT genius. Getting up, she stomped back to the corner and assumed the position, fuming but knowing she had no choice as he was surely keeping an eye on her!
This time she could tell he was really pissed off at her. It was a full half hour before the next text message. She was starting to sway from side to side, her feet getting tired, before he took pity on her. ‘You can come out. Go write that note to me. And you’d better make it good - you are in big trouble!’ Leigh hurried to collect a pen and paper, and then sat down at the kitchen table. She thought for a few moments, and then began to write. Her hand shook as she forced out the words she needed to write and he needed to hear.
‘Dear Mark,
I know that I have been a very bad girl, and I am very sorry. I have been lazy and disrespectful to you. You have every right to be angry with me. I will try to do better in the future. My chores and my attitude will be better, I promise. I know that I deserve to be punished, and that you are only doing it for my own good and because you love me. I love you too, and I love that you are willing to spank me to keep me in line and be the best person I can be.
I know that I am going to get my bare bottom paddled, and I will accept whatever punishment you decide is appropriate. You did ask me what form I thought it should take. Please, no cane or strap? I can’t take much of that, and I think that this time, I need a long, hard spanking to pay for my behavior. Maybe your hand, the hairbrush, or the ruler? I will go to the corner if sent, or write lines if ordered. Whatever you decide is best.
Thank you for taking care of me. I love you,
Leigh’
With a sigh, she laid down the pen. Her impending punishment was now all too real, and she could only sit in wonder and dread at how Mark would decide to deal with her. Her cell phone buzzed one last time. ‘I’m leaving work now. Go to the corner and wait for me…………….’
Mark stood by the side of the bed, looking down at his sleeping wife. It was 5:30am, and he often woke Leigh briefly to kiss her goodbye before he left for work. But he had other plans for her this morning. She was curled up on her side, her back to him. Mark eased the blankets back and sat down next to her. Wrapping one arm around her waist and slipping his hand under her hip, he gently pulled her tight to his side, lifting her bottom slightly towards his lap.
Leigh slowly roused from her sleep. Her eyes fluttered, then snapped open as she realized she seemed to be pinned in place. She began to struggle but relaxed again as she felt her husband lightly tracing his fingers over her pantied bottom. Snuggling against him, she giggled a bit, and then said in a sleepy voice, ‘All right, buster, but you’re going to be late for work!’ Again she attempted to roll towards him, but he held her in place. A funny feeling began to swirl around in her tummy, and she tried pulling away instead. But he still held her. The fog cleared and she was now on high alert as he peeled her panties away from her bottom and the cool morning air blew over her bare skin.
‘No, I’m not going to be late,’ he growled at her, his hot hand cupping her cheek, then leaving trails of heat as he rubbed it across her bared behind. ‘This won’t take long. Now, young lady, how long has it been since you’ve had a good spanking?’ Leigh gasped. What a question to be woken up with! She made another attempt at wiggling away from him. Mark responded with a sharp slap to her bottom. ‘Answer me!’he ordered. She yelped. ‘Ow! Ok! A long time!’ Mark rubbed some more. ‘And do you agree that it’s about high time that this naughty bottom was taught a lesson?’ More wiggling from Leigh, and a volley of hard slaps from Mark. ‘Owwwww! Yes, sir! I have been a brat and I deserve a spanking!‘ Leigh howled. ‘Just as I thought,’ her husband said. ‘And your behavior has reflected that fact. I’ve let you get away with a lot lately, but that is going to be rectified tonight. I’ve left you instructions on the kitchen table, and I expect them to be followed. For now, I’m just giving you a preview of what’s to come.’ His hand rose and fell on Leigh’s squirming bottom a dozen more times. A short pause, and then she began to protest loudly as she felt the sting of the wooden hairbrush as he paddled her with another twelve hard strokes. She was panting when he stopped, and rolled over to face him when he released her and stood up, her hands beneath her, clutching her heated cheeks.
He looked down at her, a bemused grin playing across his mouth as she glared up at him. Bending down, he gave her a quick kiss on her pouty lips. ‘I love you. Behave, and do as I’ve told you in the note. I’ll know if you do or not!’ he warned before walking out of the room, leaving her to stew over his words as she tried in vain to return to sleep.
She tossed and turned in the bed. The warmth in her bottom and his words in her ear were making any attempts to close her eyes futile. Finally, she pounded the mattress in frustration and sat up. A glance at the clock only made her more irritable. 7am! Damn him - a perfectly good sleep-in, ruined. Throwing off the covers, she stretched and rolled out of the bed.
When she arrived downstairs a few minutes later, she could see the sheet of paper laying on the kitchen table. The note! She hesitated, then approached it with growing trepidation. Picking it up, she began to read:
‘Dear Leigh,
As we have already discussed, you have been very naughty lately. We will address that when I get home this afternoon. I suggest that you prepare yourself, because when I am done with you, you are going to be properly punished and ready to behave for the foreseeable future.’
Leigh’s hand unconsciously went behind her, rubbing her bottom as she continued to read.
‘A few things for you to do today. Get your chores done, please. A tidy house will go a long way towards shortening your punishment tonight. Your attire for the day will be a t-shirt and panties. I want the panties down below your butt and your t-shirt above it; pin it up if you have to. That bare bottom is to be where I can see it.’
Leigh gave a snort. ‘Yeah, right, buddy!’ she thought. ‘In your dreams! Like you’re gonna know.’ The next sentence stopped her in her tracks and she felt a cold chill.
‘I have set up the old nanny cam. If you disable it in any way, I will get out the cane. I will be checking in from time to time, so I suggest you do as you are told. I knew that old camera would come in handy one day.’
Leigh looked around wildly. A quick search of the downstairs revealed the nanny cam on top of the bookshelf in the family room, aimed so it could see most of the downstairs of their house. She stared in disbelief at the little glowing red light, indicating that it was on and that he could be looking at her right that moment. He must have been planning this for days! With shaking hands, she finished reading the note.
‘Yes, I will be able to see you and I will be checking in on you from time to time. So I suggest you behave and do as I say. You are also to sit down at some point and write me a note, explaining how you have been getting away with too much and why you deserve to be punished like a naughty little girl. Suggestions on how you will be better in the future and what form your spanking should take will be taken under consideration. Now, get busy, and I will be in touch later if necessary.
I love you.
Mark’
Leigh put the note down, taking deep breaths as she tried to steady her nerves. Sinking down into the nearest chair, she put her head in her hands as she tried to clear her head and focus. Her brain whirled as she considered what to do first. That question was soon answered for her. Her cell phone vibrated on the counter behind her. Jumping up, she grabbed it and saw there was a text message from Mark. It said simply, ‘Get moving. You’re not dressed properly.’ The pit of her stomach flipped. He was already watching! With a last glare in the direction of the nanny cam, she flew up the stairs to change.
Getting dressed hadn’t involved much, but it hadn’t been easy. Putting on a t-shirt, she had looked in the mirror and realized with dismay that it hung down over her bottom. Taking it back off, she found a safety pin and lifted the bottom hem of the shirt, pinning it in place about half way up her back. She slipped it on again and checked the mirror. With shaking hands, she eased her panties down to just below her butt. Her round bottom was now perfectly framed and on display. After delaying as much as she dared, she made her way back downstairs. Now feeling defiant, she marched into the family room, arched her bare butt towards the camera, and looked back over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue. ‘Big meany,’ she grumbled out loud as she straightened up and walked away.
Her victory was short-lived. In the kitchen, her cell phone vibrated again. Oh shit! Was he going to watch her every minute, she wondered in a panic? There was another text message. ‘I saw that. You’re not doing yourself any favors. Go into the family room to the corner across from the camera. Nose to the wall, hands on your head. I’ll text you when you can come out. Move!’ Leigh gave a sigh of frustration. Dragging her feet, she walked into the family room. She gave one last glance at the traitorous red light and then moved to the corner. Placing her nose to the wall and lacing her hands together on top of her head, she stood and waited. And waited. And waited.
It seemed like he left her there for an eternity. Finally, her phone buzzed. ‘You can come out now.’ Glancing at the clock, she realized he had only made her stand there for 15 minutes. She never realized a quarter of an hour could seem so long! ‘Guess I’d better get busy,’ she thought in resignation.
The next couple of hours passed quickly as she worked around the house. After a while, she even forgot that her bottom was on display to him as she cleaned and dusted and tidied. Before long, she had the bedroom, kitchen and family room sparkling. ‘I think that should be enough to make him happy,’ she decided. Going to the family room, she curled up in her chair and settled in with her laptop.
After the usual surfing of Facebook and email, she found herself wandering into her favorite spanking sites. A few videos of women getting put over their husband’s knees and soundly paddled soon gave her an odd tingling in her backside. She began to squirm in her chair, a bit uncomfortable by the thought that watching someone get a painful spanking like the one she herself would soon be receiving was turning her on. She couldn’t stop watching the women kick and cry and promise to be good even though she knew it would shortly be her in that same position. She was pondering this situation when her phone blared again, shaking her out of her daze.
‘You’re spending too much time on that computer. And I don’t know why you’d want to watch other bad girls being punished - you’ll be getting it soon enough. Back in that corner - now!’ She gasped in disbelief. That rat! He must be monitoring her computer, too! The nanny cam didn’t have sound, so he couldn’t have heard anything. That’s what she got for marrying an IT genius. Getting up, she stomped back to the corner and assumed the position, fuming but knowing she had no choice as he was surely keeping an eye on her!
This time she could tell he was really pissed off at her. It was a full half hour before the next text message. She was starting to sway from side to side, her feet getting tired, before he took pity on her. ‘You can come out. Go write that note to me. And you’d better make it good - you are in big trouble!’ Leigh hurried to collect a pen and paper, and then sat down at the kitchen table. She thought for a few moments, and then began to write. Her hand shook as she forced out the words she needed to write and he needed to hear.
‘Dear Mark,
I know that I have been a very bad girl, and I am very sorry. I have been lazy and disrespectful to you. You have every right to be angry with me. I will try to do better in the future. My chores and my attitude will be better, I promise. I know that I deserve to be punished, and that you are only doing it for my own good and because you love me. I love you too, and I love that you are willing to spank me to keep me in line and be the best person I can be.
I know that I am going to get my bare bottom paddled, and I will accept whatever punishment you decide is appropriate. You did ask me what form I thought it should take. Please, no cane or strap? I can’t take much of that, and I think that this time, I need a long, hard spanking to pay for my behavior. Maybe your hand, the hairbrush, or the ruler? I will go to the corner if sent, or write lines if ordered. Whatever you decide is best.
Thank you for taking care of me. I love you,
Leigh’
With a sigh, she laid down the pen. Her impending punishment was now all too real, and she could only sit in wonder and dread at how Mark would decide to deal with her. Her cell phone buzzed one last time. ‘I’m leaving work now. Go to the corner and wait for me…………….’
The Nanny
The other day, I was watching an old episode of 'The Nanny'. Ok, kind of half watching it. But a scene soon caught my attention! Fran had done something mildly illegal and ended up in court. Maxwell was there with her trying to get her out of trouble. He did, and got fined himself in the process. As they were leaving the court room, he was lecturing Fran on her behavior. He fussed at her, and Fran responded that he was being a real turn-off. He fussed again, and she said he was still being a turn-off. Finally, he told her she was grounded. Her reply - 'Grounded?! You can't ground me! Why don't you just turn me over your knee and ---- oh! We're back to turn-ons!' LOL! Sure to catch the ear of any spanko. Sure are seeing a lot more references to spanking on mainstream TV. Bring it on!
Friday, March 11, 2011
I am such a naughty blogger!
I'm so ashamed of myself! 6 months since my last post. I wouldn't blame any of you for never coming back again. No, I haven't lost interest. There just hasn't been any inspiration for anything lately! I really need to get myself a good spanking. Maybe tonight? Of course, I have to practically plant a white flag on my butt and wave it under hubby's nose. In all these years, I have yet to get a 'hold you down and spank you until you kick, yell, and beg for me to stop' spanking. *sigh* 'Should I be careful what I wish for? LOL! At least I have an active fantasy life. As I'm straightening up the house, I imagine being scolded for the mess in the room. '3 half-empty soda cans? That's wasteful, young lady! Get me the hairbrush!' Anyone else do that? 'Making the bed at four in the afternoon? When you get done, you might as well bend over the end of it and get those panties down! Your lazy butt is getting a good paddling!' Grrrrrr................ Frustration! It doesn't do me any good to leave chores undone in hopes of a spanking. He just comes home from work and does them! Not complaining about that, mind you. But the only reason I leave them undone from time to time is not from laziness. More like I'm hoping to be grabbed, bent over the back of a kitchen chair, and have a wooden spoon smacking my butt while being told I've been a naughty, lazy girl. Oh well. Again, I'm thankful for an active imagination! And a wonderful husband, regardless of his cluelessness on this one subject!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Well crap!
I just found out that BlogRolling is now extinct, and it has taken all my links with it! They just disappeared! So I'm now going to have to build a new Links list. At least we know they will all be active links! Grumble grumble grumble......
Friday, November 19, 2010
A Short Story
Leigh sat at her computer, checking her email and cruising the web. She had been doing the same thing when her husband Mark came in from work and greeted her. Turning her head slightly to the side to accept his ‘I’m home’ kiss to her cheek, her eyes never left the screen, so she didn’t notice the slight frown on her husband’s face. ‘I’m going up to take my shower,’ Mark said. ‘Uh-huh,’ Leigh murmured absently, her attention still on the monitor. Mark left the room and went upstairs.
A few moments later, his sharp voice snapped her back to attention. ‘Leigh, come up here please!’ Mark called. ‘Ok, in a minute!’ Leigh called back. A few moments passed. This time, Mark hollered louder and with more authority. ‘Leigh! Now!’ She looked up apprehensively, sighed, and headed up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Mark was standing there, arms crossed, glaring. ‘Young lady, I don’t ask a lot of you during the day. One thing I do like to see is this bed made and the room straightened up. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask!’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry! I didn’t get around to it today!’ She began to make the bed, first tossing the pillows to the floor and then yanking the sheets and blanket into place.
Mark continued to lecture as she pulled the covers into place. ‘You didn’t get around to it? Well, you certainly had time to play on the computer today! You could have taken five minutes earlier to do a few things around here!’ Leigh picked up the pillows and began to put them at the head of the bed, but Mark stopped her. ‘That’s not where those need to be right now, young lady!’ He pulled them from her hands and, to her chagrin, stacked them in a pile in the middle of the bed. She knew what was coming. ‘No Mark,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll do my chores from now on!’
But Mark was not to be swayed. ‘Oh, I know you will. But I think you need a little reminder of what you need to do during the day. Panties down, please, and get up over those pillows!’ Leigh groaned, trying to figure out a way to persuade Mark not to punish her. But one look at his face and she could tell it was useless. Her face flaming, she pushed her panties down to her knees and scrambled up onto the bed, throwing herself over the pillows. Mark nudged her forward until the pillows were directly under her hips and her bare bottom was pointed at the ceiling. She buried her face in the comforter, waiting for the first smack. But instead, Mark disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and then a moment later, gave a start as she felt the hot wet washcloth laid across her bottom. ‘You just lay there while I take my shower,’ Mark ordered as he left the room.
Leigh squirmed as the washcloth heated up her tender skin. She knew that a spanking on a warm, wet bottom would just sting even more. Her bottom tingled, as if the nerve endings in her buttocks were waking up, exploding across the surface of her skin. Whimpering, she began to clench her bottom, nervously anticipating the further explosions of whatever implement Mark decided to use on her.
She was jerked back to the moment when Mark came out of the bathroom and snatched the washcloth off of her butt. The cool air of the room hitting her warm bottom made goosebumps race across her cheeks. Looking back, she saw her husband wrapped in a towel, still damp from his shower. The storm warnings still showed on his face, so she quickly put her face back down on the bed. The noise of water running again caught her attention. She squealed as she felt Mark pull her bottom cheeks apart. He had soaked the washcloth again and this time, he held the cloth over her and squeezed it, letting the water drip down into her exposed crack and flow down between her legs. He then swiped the sodden cloth back and forth over her butt, leaving it glistening wet before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom.
Leigh was still squirming from the feel of the water when the first blow fell. She yelped, her head whipping up into the air as the acrylic paddle made contact. The sting started in a stripe across the middle of her bottom, and then seemed to radiate outward. Five more rapid hard smacks of the paddle fell, each one hitting a new pink target and quickly turning it red. Leigh was already gasping and drumming her feet when he paused after swat number six. He spoke in a low voice, making sure he had her attention.
‘Now, young lady, why are you getting paddled?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he laid down another stripe with the paddle. ‘Ow!’ she yelped. ‘Because I didn’t make the bed and get my chores done!’ ‘That’s what you didn’t do,’ he growled. ‘You’re also getting spanked because of what you did do. Now tell me what that was,’ he ordered. Again, he punctuated his question with another sharp smack of the paddle. ‘YEOW!’ Leigh yelled. ‘I’m sorry - I spent too much time playing on the computer! I’m really sorry - it won’t happen again!’ Mark lightly tapped her bottom with the paddle as he answered her. ‘That’s right. So right now you are going to be spanked for not doing your work and wasting time on the computer.’ Leigh didn’t like the sound of ‘right now’ as it has ominous connotations of further punishment to come, but she didn’t have much time to reflect on that. Mark had sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. Never a good sign.
The paddle began to fall, hard and fast swats sounding like rifle shots in the quiet room. Leigh’s cries soon joined the fray, getting louder as Mark paddled, tightly holding her as she began to kick and buck over the pillows. Swat after swat, crack after crack, howl after howl, the smacks rained down on Leigh’s tender back side. She could feel the heat rising as the sting and pain spread. When she tried to reach back to protect her bottom, Mark simply grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her side. Her other hand could only grab fistfuls of the comforter and hang on for dear life. She squealed, she pleaded, she kicked, she even swore, but none of it had any effect on Mark. He continued to paddle until she no longer fought against him, her body collapsing onto the bed as she sobbed into the covers.
Mark finally laid down the paddle and sat next to Leigh, gently rubbing her flaming skin. When she finally raised her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, he stood and held out his hand. Helping her to her feet, he then turned her towards the wall. ‘Corner. Now!’ he instructed. Leigh scurried to do as she was told. She knew the drill. Panties still at knees, hands clasped behind her back to hold up her shirt, red bottom on display as she pushed her nose against the cool wall. Once Mark had dried off and dressed himself, he went downstairs, leaving Leigh to think about her naughty behavior until he called her to come down. She knew better than to complain.
After about 15 minutes, she heard him calling her. ‘Leigh, come down here please. And leave the panties down!’ Awkwardly, she shuffled down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the floor as she followed the sound of his voice and finally stood before him in the kitchen. He pulled out the hard wooden chair at the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit down. She did so, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with the unyielding seat of the chair. Mark slapped a pad of paper and a pen down in front of her. ‘Write this down,’ he ordered. Leigh picked up the pen and wrote as Mark dictated:
‘I will not touch my computer for the next two days and I will do all my chores like a good girl.’
Leigh’s stammered protests at the pronouncement of her punishment did nothing to sway Mark. All he said before he walked away was, ’50 times, young lady! And neatly!’ Leigh began to pout, her chin propped defiantly on one fist, but she did as she was told. For nearly an hour, the only sounds from the kitchen were the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional shift of a sore bottom on a chair, accompanied by a soft ‘oh!’ as a tender spot made contact with wood. Finally, she laid down the pen and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for Mark to come back and check her work. ‘Are you done?’ he called from the living room. ‘Yes sir,’ she answered respectfully. Mark soon stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he leaned over her to check her sentences. He finally nodded his approval and allowed her to stand. A kiss and a hug, followed by her panties being returned to their rightful position, let Leigh know that all was forgiven. However, the fact that her laptop was now missing from the table next to her chair let her know that it was not forgotten. She sighed - it was going to be a long 48 hours.
A few moments later, his sharp voice snapped her back to attention. ‘Leigh, come up here please!’ Mark called. ‘Ok, in a minute!’ Leigh called back. A few moments passed. This time, Mark hollered louder and with more authority. ‘Leigh! Now!’ She looked up apprehensively, sighed, and headed up the stairs. When she entered the bedroom, Mark was standing there, arms crossed, glaring. ‘Young lady, I don’t ask a lot of you during the day. One thing I do like to see is this bed made and the room straightened up. I don’t think that’s a lot to ask!’ Leigh rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry! I didn’t get around to it today!’ She began to make the bed, first tossing the pillows to the floor and then yanking the sheets and blanket into place.
Mark continued to lecture as she pulled the covers into place. ‘You didn’t get around to it? Well, you certainly had time to play on the computer today! You could have taken five minutes earlier to do a few things around here!’ Leigh picked up the pillows and began to put them at the head of the bed, but Mark stopped her. ‘That’s not where those need to be right now, young lady!’ He pulled them from her hands and, to her chagrin, stacked them in a pile in the middle of the bed. She knew what was coming. ‘No Mark,’ she pleaded. ‘I’m really sorry! I promise I’ll do my chores from now on!’
But Mark was not to be swayed. ‘Oh, I know you will. But I think you need a little reminder of what you need to do during the day. Panties down, please, and get up over those pillows!’ Leigh groaned, trying to figure out a way to persuade Mark not to punish her. But one look at his face and she could tell it was useless. Her face flaming, she pushed her panties down to her knees and scrambled up onto the bed, throwing herself over the pillows. Mark nudged her forward until the pillows were directly under her hips and her bare bottom was pointed at the ceiling. She buried her face in the comforter, waiting for the first smack. But instead, Mark disappeared into the bathroom. She heard water running, and then a moment later, gave a start as she felt the hot wet washcloth laid across her bottom. ‘You just lay there while I take my shower,’ Mark ordered as he left the room.
Leigh squirmed as the washcloth heated up her tender skin. She knew that a spanking on a warm, wet bottom would just sting even more. Her bottom tingled, as if the nerve endings in her buttocks were waking up, exploding across the surface of her skin. Whimpering, she began to clench her bottom, nervously anticipating the further explosions of whatever implement Mark decided to use on her.
She was jerked back to the moment when Mark came out of the bathroom and snatched the washcloth off of her butt. The cool air of the room hitting her warm bottom made goosebumps race across her cheeks. Looking back, she saw her husband wrapped in a towel, still damp from his shower. The storm warnings still showed on his face, so she quickly put her face back down on the bed. The noise of water running again caught her attention. She squealed as she felt Mark pull her bottom cheeks apart. He had soaked the washcloth again and this time, he held the cloth over her and squeezed it, letting the water drip down into her exposed crack and flow down between her legs. He then swiped the sodden cloth back and forth over her butt, leaving it glistening wet before tossing the cloth back in the bathroom.
Leigh was still squirming from the feel of the water when the first blow fell. She yelped, her head whipping up into the air as the acrylic paddle made contact. The sting started in a stripe across the middle of her bottom, and then seemed to radiate outward. Five more rapid hard smacks of the paddle fell, each one hitting a new pink target and quickly turning it red. Leigh was already gasping and drumming her feet when he paused after swat number six. He spoke in a low voice, making sure he had her attention.
‘Now, young lady, why are you getting paddled?’ he asked. When she didn’t answer right away, he laid down another stripe with the paddle. ‘Ow!’ she yelped. ‘Because I didn’t make the bed and get my chores done!’ ‘That’s what you didn’t do,’ he growled. ‘You’re also getting spanked because of what you did do. Now tell me what that was,’ he ordered. Again, he punctuated his question with another sharp smack of the paddle. ‘YEOW!’ Leigh yelled. ‘I’m sorry - I spent too much time playing on the computer! I’m really sorry - it won’t happen again!’ Mark lightly tapped her bottom with the paddle as he answered her. ‘That’s right. So right now you are going to be spanked for not doing your work and wasting time on the computer.’ Leigh didn’t like the sound of ‘right now’ as it has ominous connotations of further punishment to come, but she didn’t have much time to reflect on that. Mark had sat down on the bed beside her and wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her in place. Never a good sign.
The paddle began to fall, hard and fast swats sounding like rifle shots in the quiet room. Leigh’s cries soon joined the fray, getting louder as Mark paddled, tightly holding her as she began to kick and buck over the pillows. Swat after swat, crack after crack, howl after howl, the smacks rained down on Leigh’s tender back side. She could feel the heat rising as the sting and pain spread. When she tried to reach back to protect her bottom, Mark simply grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm to her side. Her other hand could only grab fistfuls of the comforter and hang on for dear life. She squealed, she pleaded, she kicked, she even swore, but none of it had any effect on Mark. He continued to paddle until she no longer fought against him, her body collapsing onto the bed as she sobbed into the covers.
Mark finally laid down the paddle and sat next to Leigh, gently rubbing her flaming skin. When she finally raised her head and wiped the tears from her cheeks, he stood and held out his hand. Helping her to her feet, he then turned her towards the wall. ‘Corner. Now!’ he instructed. Leigh scurried to do as she was told. She knew the drill. Panties still at knees, hands clasped behind her back to hold up her shirt, red bottom on display as she pushed her nose against the cool wall. Once Mark had dried off and dressed himself, he went downstairs, leaving Leigh to think about her naughty behavior until he called her to come down. She knew better than to complain.
After about 15 minutes, she heard him calling her. ‘Leigh, come down here please. And leave the panties down!’ Awkwardly, she shuffled down the stairs, her eyes never leaving the floor as she followed the sound of his voice and finally stood before him in the kitchen. He pulled out the hard wooden chair at the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit down. She did so, wincing as her sore bottom made contact with the unyielding seat of the chair. Mark slapped a pad of paper and a pen down in front of her. ‘Write this down,’ he ordered. Leigh picked up the pen and wrote as Mark dictated:
‘I will not touch my computer for the next two days and I will do all my chores like a good girl.’
Leigh’s stammered protests at the pronouncement of her punishment did nothing to sway Mark. All he said before he walked away was, ’50 times, young lady! And neatly!’ Leigh began to pout, her chin propped defiantly on one fist, but she did as she was told. For nearly an hour, the only sounds from the kitchen were the scratching of pen on paper, and the occasional shift of a sore bottom on a chair, accompanied by a soft ‘oh!’ as a tender spot made contact with wood. Finally, she laid down the pen and sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap as she waited for Mark to come back and check her work. ‘Are you done?’ he called from the living room. ‘Yes sir,’ she answered respectfully. Mark soon stood behind her. She could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck as he leaned over her to check her sentences. He finally nodded his approval and allowed her to stand. A kiss and a hug, followed by her panties being returned to their rightful position, let Leigh know that all was forgiven. However, the fact that her laptop was now missing from the table next to her chair let her know that it was not forgotten. She sighed - it was going to be a long 48 hours.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father's Day
Hope all of you dads out there have a good day. It's been almost seven years since I lost my Dad, but I still think of him all the time and miss him like crazy. Love you Daddy!
Friday, June 18, 2010
OMG - 5 Years!?
I just went back to the beginning of this blog to see when I started it - I had forgotten. And I was amazed to see that my first post was May 1st of 2005! I had read on another blog that she had been there for 4 1/2 years and that she thought that was ancient for a blogger. So I guess that makes me an old lady - LOL! Granted, there have been times when I disappeared for a while, but I think that happens to all of us. And there are lots of other bloggers who have been around longer than me. But even though there hasn't been anything earth-shattering or particularly prolific posted on this website, I still thought it was worth a little Happy Anniversary post to me. I'm glad to still be here and still plugging away at TTWD.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Obsession
I don't know if it's just that time of year, or what, but I seem to be obsessed with spanking the last few days. Trolling the internet for hours, watching videos, looking at toys, searching out new links, etc. Somehow it just seems like I've seen it all and there's nothing new out there. If anyone has stumbled upon any really good links lately, let me know!
I just watched the last half of Apollo 13 on TV. That's one of those movies I've seen a thousand times but I'll still surf to it anytime I catch it on. And, as always, I'm in tears during that scene of reentry! Hey, at least Ron Howard can make me cry right now - hee hee hee!
Just played Aces Up on pogo.com for a while. Earned a new rank - Miss B. Haven! Sheesh - everything I do right now I manage to find some sort of spanking connection.
Ok - enough of this for now. There is housework that needs to be done (haven't done the dishes or made the bed yet!) so I guess I should tear myself away from this laptop and get to it. (Heh - laptop - I can think of another laptop I'd like to be on - STOP!) Hopeless. Catch you all later! (Oh, and I checked all my Blogroll links, removed any dead ones, and added a bunch of new ones, so check them out!)
I just watched the last half of Apollo 13 on TV. That's one of those movies I've seen a thousand times but I'll still surf to it anytime I catch it on. And, as always, I'm in tears during that scene of reentry! Hey, at least Ron Howard can make me cry right now - hee hee hee!
Just played Aces Up on pogo.com for a while. Earned a new rank - Miss B. Haven! Sheesh - everything I do right now I manage to find some sort of spanking connection.
Ok - enough of this for now. There is housework that needs to be done (haven't done the dishes or made the bed yet!) so I guess I should tear myself away from this laptop and get to it. (Heh - laptop - I can think of another laptop I'd like to be on - STOP!) Hopeless. Catch you all later! (Oh, and I checked all my Blogroll links, removed any dead ones, and added a bunch of new ones, so check them out!)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
A Spanking Code
I'm thinking that maybe what we need in this house is some sort of code for "I'm feeling out of sorts and really need you to take charge and give me a good old fashioned spanking". But I'm no good at just asking for one (as most women aren't). Maybe a sort of 'code' would work. I'm debating suggesting to hubby that we set up a couple of things that I 'have' to do everyday - say, make the bed and do the dishes. Since I don't work outside the home, this is far from unreasonable. I do lots of other things around the house every day. But these could be the trigger chores. When I feel the need, I could just 'forget' to do one of these things. Oh - here comes the fantasy; follow along and insert your own mental pictures.
He comes home and sees the kitchen is still a mess. I hear 'Young lady, come here!' A lump in my throat, I follow his voice to the kitchen. 'Why aren't these dishes done?' he demands. I stammer and mutter something about not having time. 'You're home all day, missy. You have time to load the dishwasher and clean up around here!' He pulls out a kitchen chair, pushes me down over the back of it, yanks down my panties, grabs a wooden spoon, and smacks my bottom with it until I am yelping and promising to do better. Then I have to do the dishes - by hand! - with my panties still down, red backside on display while he watches. Then to the corner to think about my sorry excuses. Oh my - is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Or now - fade to bedroom. He has gone up after work to change clothes and finds the bed in disarray. 'Young lady, come up here right now!' he bellows from upstairs. I trudge up the steps. 'Yes sir?' I squeak. 'Why didn't you make the bed today?' I stutter out an apology and claim I forgot. 'You forgot? Well, maybe you need a reminder!' I am made to lay across the messy bed, my face in the wadded up bedspread and a stack of pillows under my hips. (I protest, but am of course told that if the pillows had been where they belonged, I wouldn't be in this position.) Panties are pulled down and his trusty paddle is applied repeatedly to my bottom. When I am suitably toasted, I have to make the bed with my panties still down so he can see his handiwork. Then I am sent to the corner to stand with my hands on my head while he showers and changes clothes.
Hmmmmmmm........ what? Oh sorry - I'm back now. *Sigh* If only it would work and if only I could be sure he would be consistent about it. Something to think about and maybe I'll get the nerve up to suggest it!
Oh shit - what if I really did just forget to make the bed one day and wasn't trying to send any signals? Oh well - guess I'd just have to suck it up and take my punishment like a good little wife. Can't have a dominant, take-no-shit hubby if I'm calling all the shots. And maybe it would rub off in other situations - sometimes he asks me to do things, and when I don't get them done and give some excuse, he just accepts it and doesn't fuss at me. Then I feel guilty - I'd feel better if he would put his foot down and spank me when I don't do what I'm supposed to. I am definitely one who needs more motivation and less spoiling! Actually, I have never had a REAL 'you're getting a spanking whether you want one or not because you deserve it' spanking, so I don't really know how I'd react to it. But I'd like to find out! Ok - I'm rambling now as I'm thinking off the top of my head. Fairly sure you don't care to read that, so I'll stop now. Later!
He comes home and sees the kitchen is still a mess. I hear 'Young lady, come here!' A lump in my throat, I follow his voice to the kitchen. 'Why aren't these dishes done?' he demands. I stammer and mutter something about not having time. 'You're home all day, missy. You have time to load the dishwasher and clean up around here!' He pulls out a kitchen chair, pushes me down over the back of it, yanks down my panties, grabs a wooden spoon, and smacks my bottom with it until I am yelping and promising to do better. Then I have to do the dishes - by hand! - with my panties still down, red backside on display while he watches. Then to the corner to think about my sorry excuses. Oh my - is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
Or now - fade to bedroom. He has gone up after work to change clothes and finds the bed in disarray. 'Young lady, come up here right now!' he bellows from upstairs. I trudge up the steps. 'Yes sir?' I squeak. 'Why didn't you make the bed today?' I stutter out an apology and claim I forgot. 'You forgot? Well, maybe you need a reminder!' I am made to lay across the messy bed, my face in the wadded up bedspread and a stack of pillows under my hips. (I protest, but am of course told that if the pillows had been where they belonged, I wouldn't be in this position.) Panties are pulled down and his trusty paddle is applied repeatedly to my bottom. When I am suitably toasted, I have to make the bed with my panties still down so he can see his handiwork. Then I am sent to the corner to stand with my hands on my head while he showers and changes clothes.
Hmmmmmmm........ what? Oh sorry - I'm back now. *Sigh* If only it would work and if only I could be sure he would be consistent about it. Something to think about and maybe I'll get the nerve up to suggest it!
Oh shit - what if I really did just forget to make the bed one day and wasn't trying to send any signals? Oh well - guess I'd just have to suck it up and take my punishment like a good little wife. Can't have a dominant, take-no-shit hubby if I'm calling all the shots. And maybe it would rub off in other situations - sometimes he asks me to do things, and when I don't get them done and give some excuse, he just accepts it and doesn't fuss at me. Then I feel guilty - I'd feel better if he would put his foot down and spank me when I don't do what I'm supposed to. I am definitely one who needs more motivation and less spoiling! Actually, I have never had a REAL 'you're getting a spanking whether you want one or not because you deserve it' spanking, so I don't really know how I'd react to it. But I'd like to find out! Ok - I'm rambling now as I'm thinking off the top of my head. Fairly sure you don't care to read that, so I'll stop now. Later!
Thursday, June 03, 2010
Time Out For Grown Up Brats!
Now here's one that could really catch on! It was originally advertised on a UK site called Firebox. (Check out the description page on the link. Quite funny.) The Brits are very big on April Fools Day pranks, and Firebox always sends out emails offering weird stuff that doesn't really exist. But I think they are missing out on a good thing here! I bet they could sell lots of these in the spanko world. Maybe get SuperNanny to endorse a whole line of stuff..................A note on the Brit sense of humor and their April Fools jokes - they actually go to great lengths for these pranks. They advertise them on the BBC. One year it was an announcement that the spaghetti crop had failed that year. Another year it was a beautifully done ad for a documentary on a new discovery - flying penguins. They manage to suck a lot of people in.
And then I found this cartoon that just had to go along with this!
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
I Must Have An Acrylic Fetish!
This seems to be a theme for me right now - spanking-related acrylics. I really want to try out this paddle from CANE-IAC - it's called The Timothy. 2" wide, 20" long, and 1/4" thick. It reminds me of a ruler, and I get a rush from those, too. Must be something about the idea of a teacher/student disciplinary episode. I have always liked pictures of spankings with clear acrylic paddles as you can see what is going on as the paddle impacts the bottom. Of course, I don't know why that aspect of it would appeal to me as I want it used on me and I certainly can't see my own butt as it is being spanked! Guess I just hope that that view would be as appealing to my hubby as it is to me. Rulers also represent spontaneity to me - an exasperated husband grabs his bratty wife, bends her over, and paddles her with the first thing he can get his hands on - a ruler off his desk! Fast and furious, hot and stingy.
Friday, May 28, 2010
The Perfect Chair
I was just zipping around the internet, and something caught my eye (I forget what - my mind jumps around to weird associations and in the end, I can't remember how I got from point A to point B) that eventually got me to thinking about freshly spanked bottoms on display. If you have to do cornertime after you have been spanked, but don't like to stand, wouldn't this be the perfect chair? We would be able to do our time sitting down, and our spanker would still have the benefit of being able to see his handiwork - a flaming red bottom pushed up against that clear surface! And we all know that pressing just-spanked skin against a hard surface helps to hold in all that heat and sting - makes the effects last longer. Must start shopping for this or something similar now.............................
Friday, May 07, 2010
Not Much To Report!
I'm still around. If there's anyone out there who feels the need to spank me for not being more communicative, applications are being taken! Just kidding. Life has been hectic. Good, but hectic. Hubby has not been up to sexual escapades for a while, and since he connects spanking with sexual activity, well, you do the math. But I'm not unhappy. Funny how that works out. When you're both not in the mood, it's not a problem. It's actually kind of great. So you could say we're taking a break and just happy to be in each others company right now. Of course, summer is almost here, so the mood may strike us anytime now. Hope you all are having a glorious spring!
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
More fun!
You can do this right on this page. Just click on the first letter of a word and then click on the last letter. The word will then be crossed off on the list. It doesn't show on the puzzle after you find a word, but you can still hunt for them!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Don't Miss Out.........
Just a reminder - check out the two books on the left side of my page! These are truly amazing. For anyone in (or who wants to be in) a Domestic Discipline relationship, these should be read start to finish - and then read again. I learned a lot from them, and hubby did too. I had almost given up hope that this lifestyle would ever become a reality. You see, hubby is a spanko really only interested in the sexual type of spanking. I crave the discipline side. We were butting heads because he didn't want to punish me, and I had dug in my heels and decided that if I wasn't going to get what I needed, then screw it, I just wasn't interested in any of it. Then these books came along. Hubby has read How To Give A Spanking - found it most enlightening! No, it's not an instant fix, but it sure opened the lines of communication and helped him see what it means for me and what's in it for him. I was then able to explain to him that if I were getting what I needed on the discipline side, I would probably be more receptive to the other types also (a true example of 'what's good for the goose is REALLY good for the gander'!). That seemed to spark his interest quite a bit! (Also told him his male friends - spanko or not - would ask him what was wrong with him if he told them he had a wife who was willing to be spanked for bad behavior but he didn't want to do it - LOL!) The hardest part of all this seems to be starting the conversation. These books will help you do that, and then give you lots of guidelines on where it can go from there. Can't recommend them enough - just click on the link on the top left for the Variant website and check them out!
Also, I had posted earlier that my spanking the other night didn't go well and you asked why. He waited 14 hours after telling me I was getting the spanking (and wondered why I didn't eat a bite of food all day!), and then it was a five minute, over the edge of the bed spanking (during which he was chuckling!), followed by him saying good night and going to bed. Ugh. The 14 hour wait was agony, not only because of the anticipation, but also because I began to think he wasn't going to follow through. Then he chuckles during it, when what I really needed was a bit of a telling off. And to top it all off, being dismissed after 5 minutes and him going to bed did not make me feel like he was giving it (or me) the serious attention it needed. Yes, I wanted the lecture, the being put in a corner to think about it. I certainly didn't want to be the one last chore of the day before he went to bed - I felt somewhat abandoned. So anyway, after he read the above mentioned book and we started talking, I was able to explain all this to him. Hopefully, they will get better from here.
Also, I had posted earlier that my spanking the other night didn't go well and you asked why. He waited 14 hours after telling me I was getting the spanking (and wondered why I didn't eat a bite of food all day!), and then it was a five minute, over the edge of the bed spanking (during which he was chuckling!), followed by him saying good night and going to bed. Ugh. The 14 hour wait was agony, not only because of the anticipation, but also because I began to think he wasn't going to follow through. Then he chuckles during it, when what I really needed was a bit of a telling off. And to top it all off, being dismissed after 5 minutes and him going to bed did not make me feel like he was giving it (or me) the serious attention it needed. Yes, I wanted the lecture, the being put in a corner to think about it. I certainly didn't want to be the one last chore of the day before he went to bed - I felt somewhat abandoned. So anyway, after he read the above mentioned book and we started talking, I was able to explain all this to him. Hopefully, they will get better from here.
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