Monday, November 8, 2010

A Maintenance Spanking


Well, I finally got my maintenance spanking yesterday. It should have happened Friday, the 29th of October, but there were privacy issues with the children around. The rule is that the spanking should occur at the next private opportunity, but that opportunity never really materialized over that last October weekend.

The next opportunity was this past weekend. My son went on a road trip with a friend for the weekend, and my daughter went to Boston to house-sit a cat for one of her friends who was away for the weekend. I thought C and I would have Friday night to ourselves, but our daughter stayed for dinner before driving into Boston, dinner was late, and C was tired. We went to bed.

Now, being older, our sex life is a bit routine. I usually wake up about an hour before C, walk the dogs, bring in the paper and make coffee for her (I’m not much of a coffee drinker). When she wakes up I bring her a cup of coffee, and the paper and go take a shower. After my shower I go back to bed, and we usually make love.

When I came out of the shower into the bedroom C was still reading the paper, but she looked up and said, “Well Throck, I’m going to have to spank you this morning so I want you to put on your punishment panties, and go do your corner time while I finish the paper.”

I begged off. “C, could we do that tonight?” I whined. “I really don’t like to be spanked right before I make love to you. Spanking and sex involve a different set of emotions for me, and I don’t like having them conflict.” That, in fact is the truth. That is why I like to be spanked on Friday night, and then savor the “bonding rush” I get when C holds me after the spanking. Then the next morning we make love, and hopefully I still feel my warm bottom when I’m taking my shower.

“I can’t believe you said that,” said C, thinking I would never pass on a spanking. “Okay, put on your punishment panties and come back to bed. You can just wear them all day.” She really shouldn’t have let me get away with postponing my spanking, but she did.

Saturday evening came. We had had dinner, and C was working at her computer. She is a bit of a workaholic. She had not mentioned spanking since morning. I waited until after nine o’clock for some instructions, but none came. I had had a little too much wine at dinner and was feeling sleepy. I took the dogs out in the dark for a while, but when I came back in C was still at the computer. Still no instructions, so I decided to go to bed.

C came to bed about forty-five minutes later. She rolled over and patted me on the bottom. “You need to get up and get a spanking,” she said. I was a little groggy and didn’t respond immediately. “But, if you rub my back I’ll let you off until tomorrow.” I rubbed her back, and went to sleep.

The next morning I got up early because I had forgotten about changing my clock back an hour for the end of daylight savings time. I walked the dogs, made the coffee, but C still wasn’t awake. I got on the computer, and hit the spanking blogs. I posted a comment on the MBS Sunday Brunch, which was being hosted by Hermione this past weekend. It concerned obsession with spanking. I certainly have that obsession. I mentioned in the comment that I was scheduled to get a maintenance spanking in a few hours, and I was a little nervous. I was. I hadn’t had a spanking in a while, but when C has spanked me she has been much less tentative about it than she was initially. I heard C call, so I logged off and went to get her coffee, strangely excited after reading the spanking blogs about my upcoming discipline.

I took C her coffee and the paper, and then took my shower. When I finished the shower, I went to the bedroom, and got a pair of punishment panties out of my drawer, and began to put them on.

“What are you doing?” said C.

“I’m putting on punishment panties,” I said a little surprised by the question. “You told me last night you were going to spank me this morning.”

“I want you to make love to me this morning,” C said. “I thought you didn’t like to get spanked right before we make love. We’ll spank later.”

“You’re right,” I said, “but, I don’t think there will be a later. We’re having some wood delivered this morning at ten and the children will start coming in at around noon. I think we need to get this over with.” Topping from the bottom, bad form.

“Okay,” C said. “Put your panties on, and go get the hairbrush and the punishment book, and stand in the corner with them until I finish the paper.” I was headed to the bathroom to get the hairbrush when C said “Wait!” I turned around and she was holding her coffee cup out to me. “Since you’re going to be my sex slave today, please bring me another cup of coffee before you go to the corner.”

I obediently took the cup. “Sex slave,” I thought. Where did that come from? C just doesn’t talk like that. However, I sort of liked it. I got the coffee, went back to the bedroom, and gave it to C, then fetched the brush, and the punishment book, and went to the corner.

In about fifteen minutes I heard C put down the paper and her coffee cup and get out of bed. She came up behind me in the corner, put her arms around me, and rubbed and pinched my nipples. “It’s time,” she said. “I’ll spank you in the living room on the couch. We’ll leave the dogs in here.” The dogs get upset when C spanks me.

She led me to the living room and sat down in the middle of the couch. She was wearing a short nightgown and her robe was open so I got a good view of the lap I would soon be across.

There were about six items in the punishment book. C read each one of them out, and scolded me a little. C is not very good at scolding. She still views this as a game (whereas to me it is a very important ritual in our marriage that manifests her control over me), so her scolding comes off as a little artificial. There is not much of an humiliation factor to it.

As I listened, and apologized for each offence, I thought back to a comment Danielle made on the last entry in by blog concerning how she used the punishment book to discipline her husband. She would lecture her husband and then spank him with several different implements for the several different offences he had committed. “However,” she said, “one has to be reasonable. It’s a punishment, not an execution!”

Not an execution, I thought. C is only going to use the hairbrush but I’m afraid it will hurt like sin. I was getting butterflies and my legs trembled a little.

“Okay Throck, over my lap.”

I lay across C’s lap and she slowly lowered my panties. She made little circles on my bottom with the hairbrush, and then, whap! Not very hard. Whap, on the other cheek, a little harder. Whap, whap, whap on alternating cheeks and getting increasingly intense. By six or seven swats, I was squirming and crying out. I don’t know how many strokes C gave me. It seemed like a lot.

After a while I was screaming, “No, please, stop!”

“No, please and stop are not your safe words, Throck. I’ll stop when I think you are properly punished.”

Somewhere in my brain I liked hearing C’s remark. I’m not sure how it got through, the pain signals were intense.

Finally, it did stop. C held me close to her and rubbed my bottom. I buried my face in her neck. I wasn’t crying but I was breathing hard, taking great gulps of air as if I might have been sobbing.

She let me calm down for several minutes, and then said “Come back to bed and I’ll hold you some more.”

We went back to bed and C held me for a while. I finally made love to her, and she had a mind blowing, violent orgasm, something that is quite rare for C. It excited me terribly.

I thought to myself: sex slave, spanking, orgasm; is there something that is starting to push C’s buttons here? I might have to rethink my ideas on keeping spanking and sex separate.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

Seems you had an interesting weekend, Throck,and obviously C. was rewardes for herr effort.

But, frankly, she should have spanked you hard immediately aftger sex for your attempt to talk her out of a spanking. Being spanked after sexual release would bring you to a new level of pain and provide a valuable lesson!

George

Throck said...

You are quite right, George. My interest in spanking that is, in part, driven by my libido goes to zero or negative immediately after an orgasm (see The Kink Index about this time last year). I was being a bit manipulative, and deserved worse than I got.

C knows about this blog, but never reads it, which might be a good thing in this case. I view my "punishment spankings" as a ritual (true, a sexual ritual) that manifests C's loving control over me (I'm not sure she realizes the depth of that control). If she ever decided to punish me outside of the ritual, and realized what impact an orgasm has on a spanking, that would be a little scary.

Thanks for your comment.
Throck

Danielle said...

I intended to respond in the same way as George did in his second alinia.
Since we started spanking my sexual pleasure increased enormously. That does not mean that we always combine the two. Sometimes a spanking needs to stand out as a real punishment without a 'reward' afterwards.

Throck said...

Hi Danielle,
I agree that punishment spankings should be separated from sexual gratification. That being said, even a hug after a punishment spanking produces a "bonding rush" that is some ways is as good as sex. There is actually some scientific evidence for this, as I just recently discovered. That is why I generally like to separate spankings and sex. However, if C gets more out of our sexual relationship by having just spanked me, then I am willing to combine sex and spanking.

Anonymous said...

wow, great story... !!

Throck said...

Thanks Weave,
I'm glad you enjoyed it. The post was a little more than a story, however, and I had the sore bottom to prove it.

Throck

Anonymous said...

Obviously you are right, Throck, and I hope the pain subsides quickly even as your lesson remains :)

Anonymous said...

Sex does not depend upon spanking in our relationship, but spanking (whoever may initiate it) typically leads to sex! Somehow, it seems to work both ways...

L.