Saturday, September 19, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
She looked down at me and said, “You know, I was very annoyed with you yesterday. They called from the groomer and asked why you weren’t there to pick up the dogs.”
“I was only a few minutes late. They said the dogs wouldn’t be ready until after 4:00 and I got there at 4:30.” I said, not realizing what C’s sudden change in mood was all about.
“Yes, but I tried to call you too, both at your office and on your cell phone. I was getting very worried.”
“Well, I don’t know why the cell phone didn’t work; you probably just missed me at the office.”
“Well in any case,” said C, “I think you need a spanking. Go put on some punishment panties, and you need to do some corner time while I finish the newspaper.”
I now realized what it was about, and I got little butterflies in my stomach. I dutifully put on her favorite pair of punishment panties, a little pink thing with black lace, and took my place in the corner. It was the Sunday paper she was reading; I was in the corner quite a while.
“It’s almost time, I think you should go get the bath brush and then back in the corner.” C said casually turning the page of her paper.
The terrible Vermont Country Store bath brush, I fetched it from the bathroom and returned to the corner. My legs were shaking. It was cool in the house. I couldn’t decide whether I was cold or nervous. I new this was going to hurt, but one can never know quite how much.
After another ten minutes, C got up and came to the corner and put her arms around me pressing her breasts into my back.
“I’m going to punish you now. I don’t like to, but it has to be done. Come over to the ottoman.”
I followed C to the ottoman and as she sat down I knelt at her feet, handed her the bath brush, hugged her and said, “I’m sorry.”
“I know.” She said. “Stand up and get across my lap.”
I did as I was told. Once over her lap I gripped the leg of the ottoman with my left hand and balanced myself on the floor with my right arm. This is where the reality starts to set in. I knew there would be pain.
C pulled down my panties and made little circles with the bath brush on both cheeks. Then she started. C is not much of a scolder; she simply spanks. The pain was fairly intense from the beginning. I cried out with each stroke, and then began to squirm. I think she only gave me fifteen or twenty strokes, but the Vermont Country Store bath brush is a wicked instrument.
“It’s over now,” said C. She took me back to bed and held me. Oh, the bonding rush. It makes the pain really worthwhile. I don’t know that I ever feel in love like I do after a spanking from C.
Artist: Tommy Tippie
Thursday, September 10, 2009
After a spanking:
A hug is traditional. No other form of exchange is required, or should be expected. Spanking can be sexually arousing, but to enjoy it to it's fullest it should never be considered "foreplay." It's a very special path to pleasure that creates a satisfaction all its own. Whether erotic or disciplinary, spanking should be enjoyed as just that and not be co-mingled with other emotional experiences and responses. Else all the vitality, relaxation and satisfaction are compromised.
I tend to agree with this assessment and this has been my experience of late. Mind you, I’ll take a good spanking from C any way I can get it! If she wants to do it as foreplay, so be it. But, I think I prefer a discipline spanking with simple hugs and cuddles afterward in order to experience the optimum bonding rush.
As it turns out C accidentally head this post. I had typed it in Word before posting and Word lists the last few posts when you go the file menu.
“So you don’t want to have sex after a spanking, you just want to be hugged?” C said as we cuddled in bed the other night.
The statement caught me off guard. Did I detect a little disappointment in her tone? “Where is that coming from?” I asked, realizing almost immediately that she had read the first draft of my blog post.
“I read something you had written in Word. You said you preferred hugs to sex.”
“Well, that’s what you did the last time you spanked me, and I liked it. I found this article on a “Good Spanking,” and I thought maybe it justified the reason I liked only hugs with no sex. I was going to post it to my blog to see what other people think. But I like sex with you too. You should read my blog. I have a hard time articulating these things.”
“Hmmm. Would you rub my back, please?”
I do have a hard time articulating my thoughts on spankings and sex to C, partly because I only get to do it in thirty second intervals. That is indeed why I started to blog; to organize my thoughts, to get feedback from people with more experience than I, and at some point relate all of this to C in an organized way. I don’t mind at all that she read the draft post, but I’m afraid that she may have taken it out of context.
Anyway, I’ve digressed. I was going somewhere else with this post.
Do other people find that sex distracts from the bonding rush one experiences after spanking? Is it better to use spankings as fore foreplay, i.e. have a spanking six to twelve hours before sex? Since I regard spanking as a submission ritual wherein I demonstrate my dependence and submission to my wife, I regard missionary sex immediately after a spanking as somewhat in conflict with the goal of the ritual. Furthermore, I don’t recall having the bonding rush when we have used spanking as foreplay. I really love that bonding rush.
I wonder what other people think.
Artwork by: Miss Francy
Friday, September 4, 2009
C said, “Don’t worry, this thing will get resolved. And, I will make you feel better. I’ll spank you.”
Oh! My favorite subject. I don’t know what made me do it but I just said, “You know, C, I have a spanking blog.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re kidding!”
“No, I’ve had it for a couple of months. I’ll show it to you when we get home.”
“Not tonight,” said C.
When we got home I offered again to show C my blog, but she declined. However, she didn’t seem too distressed at the knowledge I had started a blog dealing with my thoughts on spanking. It is actually fine with me if she never reads it. Reading it might stress her out. I feel much better that she knows about the Blog; I don’t like keeping secrets from C.
I just love C. Her one statement at the restaurant was like a flash of sunshine illuminating the fact that she understands me, and acknowledges the dependence I have on her.
I haven’t gotten the spanking she promised me, yet. I suppose it would fall into the category of a stress relief spanking. I’ve never experienced one of those.
Artist: unknown (Jay Em?), from T.A.K.S.A Yahoo Group
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I have read comments by other bloggers in F/M discipline relationships that spanking solves problems, clears the air and provides benefits to the wife in the form of a well behaved, obedient and helpful husband. I have always been skeptical of such claims.
In particular, in our relationship, “problems” are basically contrived to provide a foil for a ritual spanking. C would never use a spanking to solve a real relationship problem (at least I don’t think she would at this point in time, although I would probably submit to that). Consequently, the benefit of a well behaved, obedient and helpful husband should not necessarily be the result of C spanking me. However, I have noted that my recent spankings may be the cause that has produced that very effect.
I’ll give an example. I received a mind blowing spanking on Friday, almost two weeks ago. I basked in the glow of it all weekend which was fortunate because there was no glow from the sun. It rained all weekend. As a result of the rain, I couldn’t cut the grass (which didn’t hurt my feelings at all). However, about the middle of the week C said, “You know, it’s supposed to rain again this coming weekend. Do you think you should cut the grass after work tomorrow?” As I have mentioned in the past, C loves to look out at a freshly mowed lawn. Now, normally the last thing I would want to do is cut the grass after work, and since the days are getting shorter, I would have to spend two evenings after work to get it done. But, I did it. It surprised me, but I did it with the complete knowledge that I was cutting the grass to curry C’s pleasure and as a result of her control vis-à-vis the spanking she had given me the previous Friday.
It took Thursday and Friday evening to cut all the grass. After cutting the grass Friday, I came in and cooked dinner, and because C was busy with something she was interested in I told her I would clean up the kitchen as well. C often helps with that or does it herself on the grounds that she wants me to exercise on the treadmill after dinner.
The next morning we were lying in bed and C was having her coffee and reading the paper. C said, “I’m sorry I was such a slug last night.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you cut the grass, cooked dinner, and cleaned up the kitchen, and I did nothing. I feel guilty.”
“Don’t. I like to do things for you. I like to submit to your desires, and I like it that you allow me to demonstrate my submission by spanking me. That’s why you got your grass cut during the week.”
“You’re too sweet to spank,” said C, patting me on the bottom.
Well, I keep trying, but what am I going to do. I still don’t think C fully gets it. I started back on my diet and exercise program this week because I know C wants me to. I had lost twenty pounds earlier in the year, but have gained ten pounds back (should have gotten a spanking for that!). I’m beginning to love and even need her control, and she seems to be oblivious to it. Perhaps in a few months I’ll look better in my punishment panties.
Photo: from Naughty_Husband Yahoo Group
Wednesday, September 2, 2009