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Domestic Discipline, Ds, Punishment, Spanking, Submission, Surrender, TTWD
“What’s wrong” He asked, coming up behind me while I was puttering around in the kitchen.
I leaned forward on the refrigerator, trying to hide my face with my hands and shook my head.
“I said, what’s wrong” he demanded.
“I don’t like your decision,” I pouted. “I think it sucks.” I said feeling justified in my statement.
“Go upstairs!”
He gathered his tools and sat at the foot of the bed. “Get in position”. He pointed at the spot on the floor in front of him.
I whimpered as I got undressed and did as he asked.
“First, I have the matter of your being a minute late for work the other night. I was going to wait until your vacation was over but since you have been incorrigible lately, we will deal with this now.”
Eight hard whacks fell across my bottom. I gasped and wiggled, trying to do my best not to cry out or move.
“Next time it will be ten. Now, what did you say about my decision? You think it sucks?”
Oh crap oh crap oh crap…
“When did it become your duty to pass judgment on my decisions?” He demanded. The paddle came down hard over my bare bottom punctuating his words with a flurry of angry smacks.
I shook my head, “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not” I cried.
“Yes, you did. Do not argue with me. ”
I put my head back down on the floor as he continued my punishment.
I tell you your thoughts and your feelings. When I make a decision, you will comply and you will do it happily. I do not want to hear that you think it ‘sucks’! Do. you. under. stand? I decide what you need and don’t need. That is not up to you. Your only desire should be to please me.” The paddle rained down frenetically.
I needed this and you took it away. You not only said “no” you said “never.” It was not too much to ask, I am sure of it. I don’t understand. I feel unimportant, unappreciated, worthless in your eyes. And if that is not enough, I am supposed to be happy about it? To want it this way because you told me to?
And with that I burst into a big ugly sob, coughing and sputtering, my heart shifting in my chest. It was not the loss of what I wanted, but the invasion into my being that drove me to this outburst. He wanted to mold my thoughts and feelings to his will, to truly become one with him, giving myself completely over to him. I cried because for the first time I felt it happening, the slide of my self into him.
I felt the paddle rest quietly on my back.
“Calm down” he said softly. I began to slow my breathing, regaining some composure. Feeling the paddle on my back gave me a slight feeling of reassurance that it was not currently making it’s decent towards my bottom.
It’s what I wanted, what I asked for – to meld with him – his desires becoming completely mine, my only thought, his happiness. His most fleeting whim consuming my undivided attention. To think his thoughts, believe his beliefs… And yet I cry. Mourning the initial symptoms of dying to Self?
With the paddle still resting firmly on my behind, I felt a sharp thwack. My mind registered the wooden spatula making contact with my sore bottom. I jumped with the unexpected strike. The spatula cracked down repeatedly as I absorbed the lesson.
This is how he feels when I cause problems…ambushed during a perfectly pleasant afternoon.
“It is good that you experience what you do to me” He said as he continued to strike me. “I will inflict on you the pain you cause me.”
I nodded in acceptance and understanding.
“It is your job to calm me when I get angry. It doesn’t matter why I am angry, I need you to help me relax. You can talk to me, rub my neck, suck my cock – whatever it takes. But you do not react in anger. I will not tolerate it. And you will speak to me respectfully. I am tired of your constant disrespect!”
“Yes, Husband” I said
He began stroking my back with the crop running it all over my naked flesh
“You must open yourself fully to me. You know I have never given up on you after all these years. That is why it angers me that you think I don’t care about you.”
“You must trust me completely. Stop running away, stop trying to hide. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Husband” I moaned feeling the pleasure build between my legs.
“Now come here” he said.
I turned and kneeled before him looking up into his beautiful caring eyes.
“Now give me pleasure…And I want you to come for me, show me how much you desire to please me”
As I took him in my mouth my body shook as waves of pleasure overwhelmed me.
A Girl Surrendered 
Sooo lovely..I really enjoyed reading your amazing texts, I read your posts times and times. There are full of emotional and sense…I just feel a little girl reliefs inside me..Lucky u that receive these kind of spanks and love. I’m jealous of you :)…Thank you and looking forward for your new posts…
This started off so well, but nothing since January. I can only assume this experiment between you two didn’t work out. You wrote somewhere, “I’m not very good with routine”, so perhaps you just haven’t done the blogging you should have. It’s strange though that you had so many all in the span of around one month and then… nothing. I loved reading your blog. I hope all is well for you and that you are doing some kind of writing, because your words are articulate and moving. Best wishes to you.
I love a good spanking story, and this was just awful. “I tell you how you feel”??? That is fing crazy. Dysfunctional much?
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This story makes me sad. Sad that you like being treated this was. D/s relationships are fine, but this isn’t that. This is 24/7 you becoming the thing he uses to make himself feel better. If you really did MELD he wouldn’t hit you… because he would be hitting himself.
So sad that he hits you for having feelings.
Good luck with your dysfunctional relationship.
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Boyfriend Stapped Me Good and Hard
Its been about 10 months since my boyfriend Mike, paddled me good and hard for joyriding in his car and trying to lie to him about it. I never touched his car without permission again. I had a bad habbit of speeding. It has already cost me hundreds of dollars. I had already got two tickets against my license. I had two other ones but got one removed form taking a defensive driving class with the city. Another one I paid the county few hundred dollars to keep it off my records. Mike and I had a long talk about about 9 months ago. We both decided that I needed some accountability and some consequence as a deturant. We discussed it at great length. I suggest and commit to submit to another punishment spanking like I got for lying and joyriding in his car. He wasn’t for it at first but he finally conceded and gave his word to follow through as long as I gave my word to submit to it as I did last time. I was commit to not speed anynore and get no more tickets.
Well, that was nine months ago and I was quit determined not get any tickets. I stop speeding because I sure didn’t want a paddling again that for sure. I was on the highway about a week and and half ago cruising 70mph and the speed limit chance to 60mph and than to 55mph. I didn’t see the change. Sure enough, I got ticket. Couldn’t cute my way out of it because it was a female cop. I decided not not show Mike. I wasn’t going to lie to him but I figured I just pay the county off and be done with it. I put the ticket in my glove box and forgot about it.
I picked Mike from work because he was getting his car worked on. I was taking him to the garage so he can get his car back. His cell phone charge was low and I always keep a chager for his phone in my glove box. I was driving and he open the glove box and saw the ticket. Dam it, it was suppose to be taken care of.
“Kim, you weren’t going to tell me about this were you?”
I swallowed hard and just tried fucused on driving.
“Kim, I looking for answer?”
“Ohhh, ok, no, I wasn’t, I just going to pay the extra to the county again to keep it off my record. It was a speed trap and I. . . ”
“I see, well I was going to take you out tonight but I guess we have others things to do. I so sorry Kim, but you know what has to happen. So do you want to dance at my place or yours?”
Shit, shit, I really didn’t want this to happen. My butt was involuntarily clentching as I was thinking.
“Ohhh, Mike we can let this one go and. . . ”
“Kim, it was your idea in the first place remember, you braught this on yourself. So do you want to dance at your place or mine?”
Taking a deep breath, I said, “Mine I guess since my roommate left for the weekend this morning.”
“Ok, you can drop me off to get my car, I’ll go home take a shower and meet you at your place at 6, ok?”
“I’m going to get a hiding aren’t I?”
“What do you think Kim?”
Letting out a long sigh, whimpered out a, “ohhhhh”
I dropped Mike off and went home. The next few hours waiting for Mike was horrible. I decided to get few extra layers on and just wait. The knock on the door made me jump. I let Mike in and through my arms around him. He dropped his gym bag and enbraced me back.
“I so sorry Mike, I shouldn’t tried to keep it from you. I wasn’t going to lie about it, its just I didn’t want bother you with it.”
He held for a few minutes and than led me to the couch. Invited me to sit on his lap. I sat down and and put head on his sholders. He just held me in his arms. I felt so secure.
“Kim, you are never a bother to me. However, keeping that from me when we had an accountability agreement is dishonest. I love you and I’m so sorry but you also provided another reason to get to the end of things. Being dishonest is the same as lying but we can deal with that next weekend. Today, were going to have to hold you accountabile about getting the ticket. Now, no since putting it off, you get the paddle out of my gym bag and I’ll get a chair and. . . ”
“Ohhhh, Mike, please, please don’t use that damm paddle, I hated that thing, it was horrable, can’t you just use your hand and. . . . ”
“Kim, my hand is for confort not for punishment. But I guess I can use a belt instead.”
“A belt, I’ved never been hit with a belt. Oh, Mike can’t we just. . . ”
“Kim, its either the you stay in position and get a belt or you go across my knee and get the paddle, you decide?”
I barried my face into his shoulder again, “ohhh, the belt I guess just anything but the paddle. I was literally blistered for a few days remember.”
He helped me sit up and said, “ok, honey, let get this over with so we can oder pizza delivery and than snuggle down to a movie ok. You might want to some pillows from your room.”
Taking a deep brethe, noded as I was biting my lower lip. I slowly got up went to my bedroom and returned with all three of my large fluffy pillows. He gentle took two of them and carefully placed them over the arm of the the couch. It was obverse I was going over them. I toosted the other one on the couch within arms reach from where I knew I’d laying soon. Mike reached out gently and offered me his arm to guilde over to him. I took his hand and followed as I was placing my other hand over my butt. I moved over to the side of the couch and laid over the pillows. Took the one that I had there, hugged it and waited with trepidation. When I was in position, my feet barely touched the floor. Mike put his hand on my ever so gently and said. . . .
“Kim, you need to give me your belt and get your pants down too.”
I lended backwards stood up, looked at him, stompting my foot I said, “my belt, your going to use my own belt to beat my ass? Why do you use yours, I mean, after all. . . ”
“I’m not waring a belt, you are and it will do just fine. You can give me your or get the paddle”
“Ok, ok, not the paddle” as I put my hands on my belt and stepped back.
I was wearing jeans, T-shirt and of course my cowboy boots. My belt wasn’t overly thick so it wasn’t stiff. It was leather and just wide enough to fit in the belt loops. I’m fairly pattite so it wasn’t really long either, but long enough to double in half and be used.
I slowly pulled the flap out of the front loop. Pulled lip from the buckle and was about to pull it to the right to unlatch it loose. I paused. My belt felt different this time. I looked up at Mike and asked. . .
“Ohhhh, how many am I going to with with this thing, Mike?”
“Same as last time, as many as it takes, Honey!”
“I mean, whats the maximum number of swats, whats the limit?”
“Kim, its a punishment spanking, you tell me, is there limit for discliple spanking?”
Dam it, I knew where he was going, I just didn’t’ want admit it. I just froze in silence for at 20 seconds or so.
“Kim, you need to give me an answer, in a discipline spanking whats the limit on the number of swats?”
“Ohhhhh, I don’t’ know, unlimited?”
That right, it unlimited swats, you don’t seem to want a limited on how fast you drive so there not going to be a limit on the number of swats you get. What that means is, this belt whipping isn’t going to stop until I decide you had enough. That what a punishment spanking is, Kim. Now come on, give me your belt.” As he was holding out his hand.
I pulled the flap to get my belt unlatched from the buckle, and I said, “ohhhh, this really going to hurt isn’t!”
With trembling hands, I was slowly pulling my belt from the belt loops. It was an strange feeling pulling off my own belt that going to be to used on to tan my hide. It just don’t seem right. My belt just felt so much different.
Mike said, “well, its a licking, its suppose to hurt. I sorry honey but it has to be that way.”
I got my belt free, doubled the dam thing in half and than placed in his hand. I took a deep breath and started again to inch toward the end of the couch.
He gently placed his hand on arm, softly tapped my leg with the belt and said, “Kim, I’m whippin your backside not your jeans, pants come down for this spanking. I’m sorry but you have to pull them down.”
Stompted my foot again in protest, flew my hand over my bottom “dam it Mike, do I have to, why does it have to that way, why can’t we just. . .”
“Kim, it a discipline spanking, all punshment spanking are given the same way. Now take them down!”
“Ohhhhh, I hate this part.” I slowly moved my trembling fingers to the botton of my jeans. I looked up at him and saw measure of resolve in his face. I slowly unbuttoned the snap, push the zipper down and put my thumbs on the inside of my jeans and pushed the back part of them down just passed my butt cheecks. I stopped and look at him again.
“Come on Kim, you know then deal pull them all the way down to your knees at least, all the way down.”
I bent over far enough to push them to my knees and stood with my black legging. They were thin enough to ware under my jeans.
“I see, your always trying to control everything aren’t you? Well, I’m sorry but you aren’t going to be able to be in control this time. So you have pull them down too, Kim.”
Letting out a whimper of disappoint, “ohhhhhh.” I hooked the inside of my leggings and pushed them down too and stood up with spandex work out shorts. I look at him and with puppy eyes hoping to cute my way in keeping them up too, but I should have know better. He raised one eye brow and gave me a look. I swallowed hard hook the inside of my spandex and pushed them down to the other layers I had. I stretched the eslastic of my spandex out and pulled them around eventhing else so that they wouldn’t fall any further and stay in one place.
I was embarrassed as I stood up with with in just my superman bikki panties on. I crossed my hands behind me cover my bottom as I slowly started to hobble over to the edge of the couch. He step in front of me and put out his arms around to hold me for a second. My heart just melted at that moment. I leaned in to chest as he embraced me. I almost started to cry right than and there.
“I so sorry Mike for trying to hide that ticket from you, I shouldn’t have done that.”
As he held me tight and said, “Shhhhhhh, I just wanted to make sure you knew that although I’m disappointed with you, I’m not angry and I’m sorry I have to do this agian to you Kim, but you did literally ask for it, you know that right?” Noding my head in agreement as I was starting really feel the anticipation this whippin.
“Kim, have you really resolved in your heart to accept this spanking?”
Taking a deep brethe, I said, “well, I gave you my belt, pulled down all but my panties down and followed you dirctions even though I know it may hurt like hell. I hated the paddle spanking you gave me but I submitted to. I trust you with my heart, I might as well trust you with my butt too. I did commit to it, I just did except to get caught. No, I am not looking forward ti it but there is no one on this earth who I would allow to beat my ass with anything, except you. I’m really afriad right now knowing what going to happen, but I have resolved to take whatever you decided. Like you, I always try to keep my commitments too, even if it hurt.”
I threw my arms around his neck and just allowed him to hold me. I just feel so secure.
“Honey, I love you too, and unfortunately for you I still have to keep word too.” He stepped back looked at my superman panties. “What you say, afterwards we snuggle down and watch “The Man of Steel” movie since you seem to like Superman so much. After all you are still my supergirl that I’m proud of. But why dont we get this over with ok”
“Ohhhhh, ok!”
He let go of me and my hands flew back again over my bottom. I took at deep breath nodded in agreement.
“Mike, does it really have to be bare bottom, any chance of keeping my undies up? Pleaseeeeee . . ”
“I’m sorry Kim but punishment are always bare bottom, no protection. So as cute as your Superman panties are, its panties down for this spanking. Your going to have bare through it, no more arguing about it. Get them down and lay over the pillows. You were burning rubber on the road and now its time to burn a belt across your backside.”
“Ohhhhh, I hate this part,” as I slowly hobled over the couch until my thys touch the side. Look over to Mike and put my thumbs on the inside of my panties and paused again. Giving him puppy eyes, I asked again, “Bare?” He gave me a look, “Yes, Kim, bare! They come down too, all the way down.”
I let a big sigh and I was biting my lower lip. I slowly pushed them down to my knees to join the other layers. I leaned forward over the pillows. Again, with my small frame, I was pretty much bent in half, my feet barely touch the floor and the way I was positioned my backside was nearly pointing straight up. I was clentching and unclentching my cheeks together involuntarily. I grabed the other pillow and pulled it close hugging it like teddy bear.
I must have been quite a sight I was just about completely exprossed from the waste down, serveral layers of cloths bunched up around my knees held together with spandex shorts. and I was hugging a pillow pretty tightly. I felt so venerable.
Mike step forward gently put his hand on my back and rested the belt on my bottom. I flentched with tripredation as soon as the leather touch my bare skin.
“Ok, honey, before we start I want you to do two things. First, no matter how bad it hurts, and it will hurt, you have to stay in position. If you can’t or won’t, I’ll set the belt down go get the paddle from my gym bag, lock your legs over my knee and start all over. Secondly, keep you hands out of the way, I don’t want to smack them accidentally. Remember, this is an unlinited swats spanking, which means once I start, its not going end until I decide it ends. You don’t have to count them either. Your not in control, you don’t decide how many swats is enough. Can you stay in position and keep your hands out of way, honey?” I swallowed hard and noded in agreement.
“Ok, here we go Kim, do you beleive that if I whip welts into your backside with this belt long and hard enough that you will think twice about speeding down the highway?”
In a whimpering voice, “Ooohh, your not going spank as fast as you did last time are you?”
“Kim, you didn’t real seem to care about how fast you were going down the highway, why be concerned about how fast this belt is going to come down across you butt.”
“Ohhh, can’t you just start off slow and than. . . ”
“Kim, your belt is going to be burning acrosss your ass as fast as you were going down the highway. Its a discipline spanking, you don’t get to call the shots here. Now, I’m going to ask you again. Do you believe that if I burn welts up and down your backside hard and long enough will you stop speeding?”
While I seriously did not want to get this belt spanking, I figured that I might as well get this over with. But why does he make me say it like that. I know as soon as I do he’s going to tear into me with my belt. Dam, I’m getting a whippin with own belt, its just not right.
I gripped my pillow tighter and said, “Ok, ok, yes, if you spank me with that belt hard enough I’ll stop speeding.”
He lifted the belt off my bottom, I squezzed my eyes. Just as I suppected, there was no warm ups, no pauses between swats. He went right to hard fast and furious whacks in rapid fire seccussion. He didn’t let up until he was finished. Initial, I tried so hard to keep my composure, “Ohhhh, oooo, oooo, no no no not so hard please, I can’t, pleaseeee . .ooooo
smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
The first blow caught me off guard. I jerked my body stiff as a board. crossed my legs and buck them straight every time belt hit me. I squizzed my pillow so hard my knuckles turn white.
“Oucheee oucheee, not so fast pleaseeee, oucheeee, oucheee.
Just as he said, he would, he was swing that belt in a continuous fast furious flury. The belt errupted with burning pain across the top part of my bottom. I was working so hard not to cry but and the volley of swats gave me a shock and owe of pain. He was strapping me just too hard and too fast. I would to think that it would end sooner but it didn’t. He was just getting started. Still fucusing on the top part of my backside he was whipping with such precision and speed
smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
Hard and fast as he could and he wasn’t letting up. I was now bucking like crazzy, “ok, ok, I can’t, I can’t I can’t, I can’t teeeeeee, awwwww. I bit into the pillow to muffle my screams. The top of my ass was now a flaming fire of welts as he kept slicing away with that belt. Than suddenly the belt fell across my upper thighs and then lower butt cheeks, right on my sit spot. With tremondous speed and force he was whiping the living day lights out me.
smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
I barried my face into my pillow bit down harder and harder. My mind went into panic mode. I was at that fight or flight mode. However, I had already resigned myself to accept this belt spanking. Trying so hard to stay in position. it was stinging so bad. I now reach my pain thresh hold and all I can manange to do at this point was just scream out in long load brusts of pain, “awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww” with every sering whack of the belt. I was now fluttering my legs and kicking like all get out. I started crying out of control at the same time I was screamimg into my pillow. “nooo, nooo morrrrrr, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww” i kept screaming into the pillow. It went on and on. Still bringing the belt over my thys and lower part of my ass right across the sit spot. The pain was like burning firey lines across my both legs and cross my lower ass. “awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww, awwwwwww, awwwwww, awwwww, awwwww, awwww as he continued with rapid fire swats.
smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
I stop screaming into my pillow and began balling out load. He was hiting my lower sit spot and thys so hard and so fast, I just couldn’t take any more. I tried to pull my knee up to climb up over other side of the couch arm, but all the layers of cloths bunched up at my knees prevented me from raise my leg. Mike kept his pace up, hard and fast as he could. He moved the strikes to now the middle of my backside, the belt was just long enough smack both cheecks at the sametime and renewed a shock of a burning sentations that exploded with pain across my the center of my ass.
smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
I started hammering my fist on the couch, throwing my head side to side. My pillow soaking with tears. My legs involuntary kicking like crazy. I was sobbing now beyond control. The rapid fire swats just keep coming, it just went on and on.
smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack,
I was bawling beyonds words. He finally decided I had enough and stopped whipping me. I slide backwards and got to my feet. I threw my hands over my backside and begain hopping up and down screaming and hollering. Mike calls it the “spanking dance.” I was dancing up and down, hicup crying so hard I couldn’t speak. It was even painful when I put my hands on my butt. My hair was a mess, I was hicup crying out of control, tears sreaming down my face, snot running from noise, eyes swollen and puffy from crying, layers of pants and panties to my knees and welts covered my entire backside. He literally belt whipped me good and hard.
I managed to stop hopping and remained in one place. Hanging on to my backside, I looked up at Mike. Still hiccup sobbing and trying to get my breathing under control, I tried to speak, “th. . .tha. . .that h. . .hu. . .hur. . .hurt!” I just could make full words yet. Mike walked towards me with open arms. I hobbled a few steps until he reached me. I berried my face into his sholder weeping and sobbing as he held me in his arms. We must have been standing there forever but eventually my hiccup crying subsided some, Mikes shirt was soaked with tears and snot.
“You want go over to and and laid down a while honey?” Still really couldn’t talk but I nodded my head from in he chest. He gently took my hand and helped my hobble over to the couch. He sat down at the end. I He pick up a pillow sat down and put it into his lap. I managed to laid down on my side. I grabbed another pillow, hugged like a teddy bear and laid my head on the pillow that was on his lap. He stroked my head and face while I cried it all out and calm down. It must have about half an hour so before all we could hear were my sniffling. Mike never said a word just stroking my head. I was exhausted and laying there. I finally reached up and took his hand and kinda hugged it as I pulled it down to upper chest, between sniffs I broke the silence.
“Mike?”
“Yes, honey?”
“I hate punishment spankings, that really hurts bad”
“You never got spanked as a child?”
“No, my parents never believed it and I got away with everything.”
“Hmmm that explains a lot.”
“Mike?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you for holding me accountable and keeping your word. I’m sorry my actions made you do that”
“Oh, you’re welcome but you really need to be careful what you ask for, honey.”
“I know, it was a real pain in my butt. Can we order pizza now?”
“Yes, do you want to get all your cloths back up first?”
I totally forgot that I was laying there bare, my clothes were still bunched up at my knees, I was just so comfortable except the pain from the welts all over my backside. My boyfriend strapped me good and hard that day. And now two weeks later, I still don’t even go through yellow lights and I haven’t speed since and I certainly don’t plan too.
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