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