Maintenance

A number of posts ago, I discussed creating a punishment book in which I would write down all my transgressions so that C could take appropriate measures. The comments were generally negative, but Recidavist agreed with me, and had some good arguments.

The problem is that during my recent illness there was a hiatus in spanking, and I think C is having a bit of a hard time getting back into it. Also, two of the children have moved back home and that puts a damper on virtually everything.

I decided maintenance discipline might be the solution, and so I asked C to do maintenance discipline on the last Friday of each month. All she said was “Well, not if the children are home.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “I will write in the ‘Naughty Book’ all the things I need to be disciplined for.” C rolled her eyes.

One of the reasons I like the idea of a punishment book is that C misses a lot of opportunities to spank me. I thought if I wrote down the things that I screw up on she might see more reason to give me some discipline, and eventually do it spontaneously. I also noticed, in visiting one of Bonnie’s Sunday Brunches, that many people actually schedule their spankings. So, shouldn’t we?

We will see how it works out. I already have three entries in the Punishment Book. I hope the children have plans for next Friday.

Cropping

My two children, who moved in with me recently, were visiting friends this past weekend. Thus, there was an opportunity to try out the crop I purchased recently in Houston.

I asked C to use it on me. When she actually held it, she was a little apprehensive about using it. I was too. I knew it would hurt like sin. I demonstrated its use on a pillow at the foot of the bed.

C said “I can’t hit you that hard.”

“Well, you have to, to give an effective cropping,” I said. “Try a few strokes on the pillow.”

C took a few tentative strokes at the pillow.

I pulled the ottoman up to the foot of the bed, and knelt on it with my upper torso supported by the bed. I was very nervous about this crop.

C lowered my punishment panties that I’m always required to wear for a spanking, and laid the crop against my bottom, apparently trying to get a feel for where to make the first cut. I had found some instructions online on “how to cane,” and she had read them, but seemed horrified.

I was very nervous as she lifted the crop.

Wap! The first stroke fell, and I hardly felt it.

“That didn’t hurt,” I said. “Do it harder.”

The next few strokes were harder, but not really painful. In a strange way, they almost felt good, sort of a tickle-itchy feeling.

C gave me about ten strokes.

“OK, that’s it,” she said.

“Don’t stop!” I pleaded.

“Your bottom is all red,” C said. “Go look in the mirror.”

I did. My bottom was slightly pink. None of the welts and stripes I had expected.

I have learned that, just as you never criticize your wife’s lovemaking technique, (although her lovemaking technique doesn’t need criticism) one never criticizes her spanking technique either, and I didn’t. You take what you can get, and be thankful that you get it, especially when you have a very vanilla wife.

It is interesting, though. C uses the hairbrush and bath brush with abandon, often pushing me to my limit. The crop, however, seems to scare her a bit. Anyway, we will continue to practice, I hope, and I think I will try to get a cane to use as well. A cane may not look as intimidating to her as a black braided leather crop.

New Toy

Recently, I was in Houston, Texas for business. While there, I decided to buy C a new vibrator. There is an application called Yelp on my Iphone that I use mainly to find restaurants, but can also be used to find other commercial establishments. I checked “shopping,” “adult,” and a number of stores popped up. I picked the one that had the best reviews. The review that caught my eye said that “the staff was nice, and no question was too silly, or too perverted.” I was apprehensive about going to a sex shop but all the reviews claimed this particular one was a “classy” store with helpful people, and had existed in Houston for a very long time. I picked out a nearby restaurant and went out to dinner to get my nerve up before investigating the sex shop.

The particular area of Houston is interesting, with some nice restaurants, but is still a little sketchy. After dinner, I drove about two blocks to the store, a very sketchy area on east Westheimer near Montrose. I went into the store and it was large and well lit. I was the only customer, thank goodness. There were two sales clerks, a young man and a young woman, both very Gothic looking.

I wanted a Lelo Iris vibrator for C, and the Yelp reviews indicated the store might sell them. I walked to the checkout counter were the attractive Goth young woman was standing and noticed some Lelo vibrators in the display case. They were not what I wanted.

“Are these all the Lelo vibrators you have?” I asked the Goth girl.

“No, we have more back in the corner,” she said.

I walked back with her, and there it was, the Lelo Iris, a very pretty vibrator indeed. It was no more expensive than ordering on-line, so I bought it.

It was then I noticed a pale full of crops and canes. I picked up a crop and looked at the price, and was surprised how inexpensive it was.

“My wife spanks me,” I said,”and I need a new spanking implement.” I can’t believe I said that to her.

She didn’t bat an eye. “These are very good crops, even though they are cheap. I’m sure your wife would find it very effective.”

As we walked back to the cash register to check out, I muttered to myself, “I’m too old to be kinky.”

“You’re never too old to be kinky,” the Goth girl said. “Kink is what it’s all about.”

I hope she’s right.

When I got home, I showed the new toys to C.

“Thank you for the vibrator,” C said. Brandishing the crop, she said, “I will try to use this on you soon.”

I’m a little apprehensive about the crop. It looks pretty wicked. I don’t know how much of it I could take, and I don’t think C has a clue as to how to use it.

In any case, I don’t think it is an immediate problem, because two of our children have moved back in with us and spanking has become non-existent. It makes writing for this blog a little difficult.

Pain

As I stated in my last post, I am kind of a wimp when it comes to pain. However, it seems that a spanking is not a spanking without very real pain. I’m really not sure why that is the case, but it is certainly my own experience.

A few weeks ago I asked C for a spanking just before we were going to make love. Nothing elaborate, I just wanted to lie over her lap a get a hand spanking. Now, she has complained in the past that hand spankings hurt her hand, so I fetched her gloves thinking that would help. They are not very thick gloves (they are lined leather gloves that she uses in the winter), but I thought they would give her hand some protection and they are also sexy on her.

I lay across her lap and asked her to spank me hard and fast as if she were giving a real spanking. She did, but there was no pain. She barely turned my bottom pink, even though she claimed to be spanking me as hard as she could. The spanking would have been a lost cause except for the fact that I got to lie naked over her bare thighs. The spanking itself was pretty unsatisfying without the element of pain. As Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts commented in her brunch last week, “A spanking must hurt, and more than a little, while it's happening. Ideally, it should seem like more than I want at the moment, but create vivid memories for later.” (italics mine for emphasis)

Those are my sentiments exactly. I think most spankees would agree with that statement, but why is that the case. I know about the endorphin theories, but I think there must be more to it than that. Endorphins should be released in any painful event, and I don’t think you would have a bonding rush with your wife if she accidentally kneed you in the groin. There must be something special that happens in the context of spanking that requires the pain to produce the effect, and why does the spankee actively seek that out.

Spankings are fun. The anticipation, the teasing, the dress-up and the bonding are all integral to the satisfying spanking. I have read a number of spanking writers that claim pain is not the real issue in spanking, rather it is how the spanker gets into the mind of the spankee. So, why do spankings have to hurt to make them work?

Spanked

C came through on her promise of discipline for being naughty. I got a spanking last night. I thought it would be just before we went to bed. However, she came home about 5:30 and after pouring a glass of wine said, “I know you are anxious to start dinner but you need to be punished and I want you to go to the bedroom, put on your punishment panties and wait for me in the corner.”

The timing surprised me a little, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be spanked right then, but I complied. C came into the room after I had been in the corner for a few minutes and announced it was time. She made me choose the implement, and I chose the wooden hairbrush. It has a large square flat back and a shorter handle than the Vermont Country Store bath brush and I reasoned it would hurt less. The long handle on the bath brush and the smaller surface area produce more momentum and higher stress (force/area) on the bottom.

I presented C with the brush, and she lowered my panties and instructed me to lie over her lap. I did. She teased me with the brush for a few seconds and then began to spank, slowly at first, then more rapidly. I don’t think C really scolds much while spanking, but I’m not sure I would know because I am yelling and kicking about 5 spanks into my spankings. Those brushes hurt like sin, and it seems like C is becoming much less tentative in paddling me. My physics analysis of the two brushes doesn’t really seem to hold up. Both brushes hurt terribly. I may just be a wimp, but after fifteen to twenty strokes I have a difficult time staying on her lap and I contemplate using the safe word. Finally she stopped after pushing me a little farther than I wanted to go. I want her to push, but it is really hard for me.

I got off C’s lap, and she held me for a few minutes. She then told me to leave my punishment panties on, and go fix dinner. That was a little bit of a disappointment to me because I like to lie down with C, and have her hold me for a long time after a spanking. That’s when I get my best bonding rush. I’m not sure C quite gets that part of it. I expect she will one day though, and it was a very good spanking. When I sat down for dinner I could still feel it. C commented that it turned her on a little to spank me. I thus regard it as a very successful experience for both of us and look forward to the next one.

Artwork: Barbara O'Toole from Spanked_by their_Wives Yahoo Group

Texting

C is really getting into this texting thing. I just got a text message that went something like this:

C: Are you behaving yourself?

Me: Not really. (I wasn't either. I was looking at spanking blogs)

C: Uh Oh. You know what that means?

Me: I hope so.

C: Think about it. I will see you later.

Me: O.K. I love you.

We have never done this sort of thing before and it really excites me for some reason. It's probably the anticipation factor. But I'm also excited that C might be getting more into spanking me. This, as far as I can remember, is the first time C has initiated a spanking. In the past I've always had to prompt for one. This is exactly the way I imagined being punished by C. I'd better go out and buy her some flowers. I'll let you know how it turns out.

Back to Blogging

Well, I have had a little bout with cancer, and it has distracted me from blogging (for about eight months). Furthermore, C was not really into spanking me, since she thought my life might be in danger. Fortunately, surgery seems to have solved the problem, at least for now. So I have encouraged C to give me what I need, and she has complied. I got spanked twice this weekend. I did have to ask for it. I sent her a text message, “I’ve been naughty!” and she replied “You will have to be punished!” That gave me quite a thrill.

On Saturday morning she gave me a good spanking. While cuddling me afterward, she said, “I just don’t get it, but if it’s what you want then I’m glad to do it.” So I had my bonding rush and thought that I had had a pretty good start to the weekend.

Sunday morning came, and C was reading the paper in bed, and I was serving her coffee. She had not put the bath brush up from the day before, and it was lying on the bedside table.

“I think you need another spanking,” said C. “Come get over my lap right now.”

I was surprised but I complied. C picked up the bath brush and began to paddle me, reciting a little poem as she did:

“One two, buckle my shoe.”

“Three four, shut the door,” and so on, smacking me with the brush on each beat of the poem.

“Nine, ten, let’s do it again.” And, she did!

Wow! I think she was having a little fun at least.

I loved it. My goal is to get our spanking relationship back on track. Unfortunately, the recession is sending two of our children back home to live with us for awhile. That might be an impediment to spanking but I’ll try not to let it be an impediment to blogging.