A Sunday Spanking

Wow! I got a spanking yesterday.  It caught me completely by surprise.  C has been sick with a bad cold lately, but she woke up feeling much better Sunday morning.  I brought her her morning coffee and the newspaper, and got back into bed.

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