A True Story

Well, yesterday I was in the mood to play. One thing I have learned so far is that while my hubby is reluctant to initiate 'discipline', he is quite willing to participate when lured. So, feeling in need of a spanking and deciding to be bold, I hatched a plan. Popping in my favorite little bottom stopper for courage (the term 'butt plug' just sounds so crude, don't you think?), I sent him a text message at work. It read 'From the Committee for Wiping Out Naughty Behavior in Wives. It is suspected that your wife is engaging in naughty activities in your absence. We suggest that you inspect her bottom for foreign objects. If any are found, she should be given a warm-up spanking. She should then be stood in the corner for a while with the offending item and her pink bottom on display. She should also receive a stern lecture on the naughtiness of engaging in these activities alone. Then finish things off with a sound spanking until she promises to be a good girl in the future. The Committee.' Whew - got charged for four text messages for that one. But what the hell. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the Send button. After a long while (he didn't check his text messages until almost quitting time), I received a reply. 'Hmmmmmmmm' was all it said. Well, I now knew he had seen it and all I could do was wait and see what his response would be.

Boy, did he make me wait! All evening, as a matter of fact. Through dinner, and then through two episodes of Boston Legal (just bought season one on dvd - love that show, James Spader has GOT to be one of us!). I was about to give up hope, not to mention that things were getting a little uncomfortable as the stopper had now been in for a few hours. Finally, he sent me into the bedroom on the pretense that he wanted to see the new robe I had purchased on ebay and received in the mail that afternoon. I went and put it on, showed him that it fit, took it back off and went to leave the bedroom. He stopped me and I suddenly found myself face down over the edge of the bed. He began to smack me on my sweatpant covered bottom as I squealed and made the usual protest noises - 'Ow! What the - what are you doing? Let me up! Stop it!' etc. He then told me that he needed to 'inspect' something, that he had heard some rumors about me. *Snort* He pulled down my sweatpants as I made a show of trying to hold them up, because I certainly didn't want him to discover my 'secret'! That just got my hands slapped away and I was left in my black lace panties.

Next he swats me on my panties. Then - horrors! - he begins poking between my cheeks through the fabric and tapping on the base of the stopper. 'What's this?' he demands. I freeze. 'Nothing!' I insist. Amazingly, he doesn't believe me! Now he is peeling my panties down. I'm trying to hold them up, he's slapping my hands away again. My bottom is quickly bared and I feel him pull my cheeks apart to get a good luck at 'my little friend'. I groan and bury my face in the mattress. A sudden flurry of hard smacks quickly has my head jerking back up. Some of them land right on the stopper! Wow! He keeps questioning me about what I'm doing with that toy in and how often do I play with it when he's not around. Do I put it in every day? I protest that it's just a toy, I don't do it every day, and I haven't done anything wrong. This is not what he wants to hear.

Pulling me to my feet, he turns me around and orders me to stand facing the wall at the foot of the bed. Oh my God! It's not a corner, but he is sitting on the bed and can reach me from there, so the wall will do. I stand there with my tshirt on and my pants and panties around my knees. Never having been made to stand in the corner before, I am suddenly feeling very exposed. I sneak my hands back and slowly tug on the hem of my tshirt, trying to get it down over my bottom. I am ordered to stop that and lift my tshirt up. I then start to slide my hands down to cover my bottom. He doesn't allow that either and I am told to get my hands off my butt. He continues to lecture me about being a bad girl, and every so often, reaches over and delivers two or three hard smacks to my backside.

Not to get away from the story, but I have to comment on this whole corner thing. Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD! You guys out there, do you know what YOU ARE MISSING?! I can't even begin to tell you how HOT this was, not to mention making me feel very naughty and submissive! Look at the poll on the left. That one and every other poll I've ever seen always say the same thing - the majority of women do not receive corner time and most of those wish they did! Standing there knowing that he is looking at your bare bottom, not knowing when another hard swat is going to land, the scolding, the domination - *shiver* it is all simply delicious. So get off the stick, guys. Talk to her, give it a try. You can always abandon the idea if it doesn't work for you, but if you don't give it a shot, you may be missing out on something that she has been praying for!

Ok, back on track. I was then ordered to remove the stopper. Scurrying off to the bathroom, I did so. (He tried to stop me from leaving the room to do it, but I'm not brave enough for THAT yet! LOL!) Returning, I was again bent over the bed. Lots of spanking followed, with numerous different implements, accompanied by more lecturing. I even got about 12 strokes of the cane, which I normally couldn't take but didn't seem to bother me as much this time. Maybe it was the headspace I was in after being made to stand facing the wall. See guys? Another benefit! Finally, my pants and panties were removed completely and he moved me up onto the bed so I was on all fours. This is where we always deviate from pure discipline. I guess I should be flattered that my hubby can't spank me without wanting to have sex afterwards! And it is a nice finishing touch to be taken doggy style with a warm bottom................