I got spanked yesterday. It was a maintenance spanking that had been delayed by the holidays and lack of privacy. However, one of our live-in children has found a job (hooray) and moved out, and the other was visiting friends for the weekend, so we had the house to ourselves.
I had a feeling C would spank me. She knew I needed or wanted one. Sunday morning however I wasn’t sure I wanted a spanking. I knew it would hurt. C hurts me a lot more than she used to.
As usual, I had gotten up early to walk the dogs, leaving C asleep in bed. When I returned, I walked back to the bedroom intending to take a shower. I got undressed and as I started into the bathroom I heard C say, “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to take a shower.”
“Well, I have to spank you this morning, but you can take your shower first. But first bring me a cup of coffee and the newspaper.”
I was naked at this point, but I walked into the kitchen to get the coffee, realizing no one would see me because we live in such a remote place. I also realized that it was fairly cold in the house, so I turned up the heat a little. My thought was that C would undoubtedly make me do some corner time in my punishment panties, and I didn’t want to freeze. I returned to the bedroom with C’s coffee and newspaper.
“Thank you,” she said, “but, I do have to spank you, so go take your shower and come back out here and get your punishment panties on.”
I took my shower and came back into the room. “What panties do you want me to wear C?”
“The pink and black ones,” she said.
I knew she would say that. She loves those panties for some reason. I think she thinks I look silly in them, and I probably do because they are too small for me. C of course thinks this is all a silly game, and that is belied by the tone of her voice when she gives me a command or tells me she going to spank me.
“Well C,” I said, “I don’t know why you love those panties so much. They are really too small for me, but if that’s what you want I’ll wear them.” I opened her panty drawer; she lets me keep the punishment panties at the back of her drawer now.
“Which ones do you want to wear, Throck?”
I looked into the drawer at all her pretty satin panties in front. I really wanted to wear her panties. She had been traveling the week between Christmas and New Year to help our daughter get set up at her new job. During that time I had worn her panties on two separate days. I have lost a lot of weight recently and they fit pretty well. They felt good too. They are much nicer than the ones I have ordered on line. It makes me think I should buy my punishment panties in a regular store, but I’m not sure that I have the nerve.
In any case, I had written in my punishment book that I had worn panties without permission, but I did not mention that they were her panties, and I decided to not ask to wear hers for my spanking.
“I think I would like to wear the white ones. They fit me best,” I said.
“That’s O.K.,” said C. “You look very virginal in those.”
“Hmm,” I said.
I put on the panties and started to climb back in bed.
“What are you doing?” C said. “You have to do your corner time.”
“Could I please warm up a little, C? It’s cold in the house.”
“O.K., you can get back in bed for a few minutes, but you’re still going to the corner,” C said, trying to be stern, and not very effectively.
She was reading the Sunday paper, and I was afraid I might freeze in the corner for an hour.
After about twenty minutes C said, “I think you have warmed enough. I want you in that corner now to think about how naughty you’ve been, and the spanking you are going to get.”
I climbed out of bed to go to the corner when C said “Oh, and give me your punishment book, I want to read about the naughty things you’ve done.”
“C you don’t really want to read that,” I said. “You know maybe this isn’t a good idea this morning. Maybe we should postpone this spanking, and just make love.”
“No!” said C. “You’re getting a spanking, and I want to read your punishment book.”
I handed her the book. I was concerned because in addition to the more contrived indiscretions, wearing panties without permission, masturbating with out permission, etc, I had noted the incident with the wine that I mentioned in the last post. It was the first entry after my last spanking. I thought later that that was not a good idea, but it was written in ink and there was no way to remove it. I was afraid that C would be upset about that and put an end to “our game” as she called it.
I went to the corner and C started to read out the indiscretions. She ignored the first entry and did not read it aloud. She read the remaining entries and then scolded me about being naughty, and told me to think about the sound spanking I was going to get. Then she went back to reading her paper.
I must have stood in the corner for fifteen minutes or so. It seemed like a long time. I finally heard her get out of bed and move behind me. She put her arms around me and pinched my nipples.
“It’s time now Throck. I hate to do it, but you have been very naughty and I am going to have to spank you. I want you to go into the bathroom and get the blond brush with the long handle.” She was referring the Vermont Country Store bath brush. It’s a pretty painful implement.
When I returned to the bedroom she was sitting on the edge of the wingback chair, not the best spanking chair. However she had been packing away Christmas ornaments and decorations, and all of the more usual spanking furniture was covered with boxes of decorations that I was to put in the attic latter in the day. I did not think much of that chair, but there was not much I could do about it.
I handed C the bath brush and she said, “Take down your panties and get over my lap.”
Usually C takes down my panties, but I did as I was told. When I pulled the panties down to my knees I noticed that I had an erection. God knows why, that usually does not happen. When C noticed it she spread her legs apart a bit so it would fit between them. However, she made no comment. The position was very awkward. I had to support my upper body with my hands on the floor and my toes were on the floor behind. I was basically balancing on C’s lap. I was not sure I could keep the position. I had nothing to clutch with my hands when the pain began, like a leg of the ottoman or a sofa cushion. I was soon to loose my erection.
C began with a few light swats, but soon increased the intensity. C does not have much of a warm-up routine. The bath brush is very painful. I was soon crying out (after only four of five spanks), and kicking and squirming. I was afraid I was going to fall off her lap.
Finally C said, “Be quiet Throck and take your spanking. I don’t want to hear another word out of you!”
I tried to claw into the carpet and stay quiet, but after three more swats I was yelling again. However, that didn’t stop C. I began to wonder when she was going to stop, and if I was going to have to use my safe word. C probably didn’t give me that many swats, maybe between twenty and thirty; I don’t know. She also spanked the backs of my thighs as well as my bottom. She has never done that before. I feel like it was one of the most challenging spankings that I have gotten. Of course, as I have said before I am a bit of a wimp, but it seems as if the spankings are getting progressively worse. As I mentioned earlier in this post, I had a few pre-spank jitters about this spanking, and I was not sure I really wanted it. Now I know I didn’t want it. I sometimes wish there could be something like a synthetic spanking, with all the submission ritual and the bonding rush afterward, but no pain. I suppose that wouldn't work however. Without the pain a spanking is not a spanking and everything before and after would become moot.
Finally C said, “O.K., it’s over. Get up.”
I just slid to my knees on the floor with my head in her lap. She held me for a while and then we went back to bed and she held me some more. While she was holding me in bed I said, “That really hurt.”
“Spankings are supposed to hurt. You were naughty,” she said with a little more realism in her voice.
We made love then, and C had one of her rare orgasms. She is now is two orgasms out of the last three spankings she has given me. I don’t know if there is a relationship, but if there is I’m willing to take more spankings for her.
My next maintenance spanking is scheduled for January 29. But who knows, she may find a reason to spank me before that. I hope so, I think. I still get my bonding rush. I have not had the experience of feeling remnants of the spanking the next day. That has only happened once with one of my very first spankings. I have also never experienced sub-space. I don’t know if I’ll ever have the fortitude to make it there. I do love submitting to C though, even if it is painful.