“Ooh I’m dizzy” I said upon standing, and immediately sat back down.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow “Are you dehydrated?”
“Umm…no…I don’t think so…”
“Have you been drinking your water?”
“I drank some…I think…awhile ago”
“So ‘no’ then”?
“Yeah, pretty much”
“Ok drink a glass now. I want it gone in 5 minutes, then go upstairs and get undressed. Get on the bed with your ass in the air and wait for me.”
I went to get my water and began drinking. I knew my lack of hydration bothered him, but I hadn’t really considered it to be something he would spank for since it doesn’t impact him.
I think those are the hardest rules for me to understand – the ones for my benefit. I want to tell him it is my body and it shouldn’t matter to him if I am dehydrated – but at the same time I do feel loved and protected that he cares enough about me to insist that I take care of myself.
I went upstairs and got in position and waited – feeling exposed and embarrassed – but also protected and cared for. I heard him enter the room and find the paddle.
I felt the first whack of the paddle come down on my ass. It is at this moment I wonder what I have gotten myself into. I asked for this?
“This is for not drinking your water. I have told you repeatedly to keep hydrated and you disobeyed me.” Over and over the paddle hit my bare flesh – frequently in the same spot. (Geez that man can aim) The pain was intense and I squirmed to have some relief. I felt the paddle touch the small of my back.
“Don’t squirm” he said. “Now are you going to drink your water?”
“Yes”, I said nearly in tears.
“Good. Now this,” He said as he smacked me with the paddle even harder, “Is for being dishonest with me. When I ask you a question, I expect you to be up front. I shouldn’t have to drag the answer out of you”
The paddle continued to crack down on my bare bottom until I was in tears, begging him to stop. I promised I would never try to get out of a punishment again.
When he was done he brought me to him and had me take care of his desire. I thanked him for caring enough about us to do this for us.
Feeling his power over me helps me to relax and submit to him. I need his strength and his concern. It makes me feel like his wife and I am so thankful for him.