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303 – First (Discipline) Spanking of 2023

Was today. Today i was spanked … twice technically.

Every year i write about my first spanking of the year and this year it was today – Sunday, Feb 12. i nearly made it to Valentine’s Day, but fell short.

And it H-U-R-T!

In fact, i called Red. The first time i have ever called red!

My butt is still sore and red several hours after the fact, and will probably bruise by tomorrow.

The good news though…. We never fight, we solve issues timely, and other than my butt still not being happy, the rest of us are now all good.

All this following my most recent post declaring that i needed to be spanked. Just so you know, NO … i did NOT get myself spanked on purpose. In FACT, i was fairly surprised that i landed myself in this trouble and deserving of a spanking.

Okay…. So i will start at the beginning…..

Today is Sunday. i got up and started my typical Sunday with coffee and relaxing on the couch, and soon after that i was in the shower to get dressed shortly thereafter.

At the end of the shower, i played a (sexual) game with myself.

Later in the morning i texted David about it. Here is what i wrote to him….

After getting out of the shower and before I dressed today, I rode the monster cock to stretch my hole out a bit. I pretended you came in to take your shower, where you told me to get it out and stick it on that ledge between the shower and the tub. [The dildo i am referring to here is a really big one that has a suction cup on the base]

You said, “Turn around with your back to me and put your hands behind your back.”

I felt the handcuffs go on.

Then you said, “the rules are simple. I’m going to guide this cock into your pussy. You’ll stretch your hole, jump up and down on the dildo, just sit still feeling it deep inside… frankly, do whatever you want to it…. Except…. There will be NO orgasms, it WILL remain in your hole at least partially for the duration and …. Well… obviously no touching.”

You continued, “you’ll do this while I shower. When I’m done showering, I’ll let you come off the cock. You’ll have the (chastity) belt put on you and you’ll then be released from the cuffs. This will keep you from getting ideas of orgasm later on too. And we will repeat this tomorrow too. You’ll repeat it until you are the good submissive wife you know you should be. And when that happens is when you’ll get to orgasm.”

All I said was “yes Sir.”

^^^^^ That was all that i wrote to David a bit later in the morning. Some of it happened and some did not.

What did NOT happen…. David did not come in, i did not have orders to comply, nor did i have handcuffs. i did NOT orgasm.

What DID happen was …… i did ride that cock. i did stop before i orgasmed. And i did put the chastity belt on (myself).

When i had done all that, i picked up the belt key and walked into the room where David was and said, “For a variety of reasons, you haven’t enforced the rules, nor have i been particularly submissive as of late. So here is the key to my belt. i want and probably need to wear it for as long as you deem necessary.”

With that, David smiled and accepted the key. Then he motioned me over to him, and he proceeded to press on my upper back, forcing me to bend over at the waist. My top half was pressed onto the desk, and suddenly he pulled my pants down and started spanking my butt with his hand.

He said, “you have indeed had a pretty smart mouth with me a lot lately. You do need to be reminded who is in charge.” He didn’t say it, but i was thinking HE needed to be reminded who was in charge too!

He proceeded to give me a pretty good maintenance spanking right there over his desk. It hurt, like every spanking always does. But like always, i thanked him and that’s when he pulled me upward and kissed me.

Well… you’d think all that would’ve been enough to keep me from trouble. Again, i surprised myself at how quickly i landed myself in a discipline spanking situation today too.

Soon thereafter, we talked about how i was going to head off to church but David was going to stay home (for various reasons). He knew i was going to meet my sister at church too and because we typically go to lunch afterward, he asked me what i had planned for lunch. i told him that i had no plans as of yet.

That was when David then said, “I might cook something.”

And i noticed he was starting up his grill, but it was just to early to cook lunch so i wasn’t honestly sure what he was doing really.

So i went off to church. And at the end of the service, my sister and i decided to go to a restaurant together for lunch no i texted David and told him.

And that’s where my trouble started. He wrote me saying, “So I guess you chose not to eat my lunch I told you I was cooking.”

What?! He had said he might cook, he didn’t say for both of us… he didn’t clarify whatsoever. Ahh crap.

That’s when I wrote, “I didn’t understand. I thought you meant you might cook, and it would probably be for you. Do I need to go home?”

“No. You don’t need to come home. I told you I was going to cook something for us for lunch as you saw me doing.”

i suppose i did ..i saw him start up the grill. i just didn’t realize it was for lunch OR for both of us. (He does frequently bow out of meals together like this when others are involved and just eat alone. That’s what i thought.)

Despite him saying i did not need to go home, i did. i apologized to my sister and she understood, and i went home.

Upon walking in, i probably should have apologized to David. i did not. i wasn’t entirely sure what to expect as i wasn’t entirely sure how David felt, since texting is sometimes hard to know tone.

i greeted him. And he smirked. And then i took my jacket off and greeted the dog too. That’s when he asked me, “WHAT are you doing?”

When i attempted to respond, he said, “I think the better thing to do is go Assume the Fucking Position. NOW!” As he got further into that sentence, his voice began louder and more forceful and more angry. And his hand came up and pointed toward the bedroom.

i was surprised. i didn’t expect that to be his response really. i mean, i did come home. He said i didn’t need to. i greeted him upon entering the house.

But.

i did not apologize. i was NOT humble like i should have been. i didn’t even acknowledge it really.

Whatever.

Fine.

It is what it is!

i tried to contain my eyes so they didn’t roll across my face as i said, “Yes Sir.”

And i went to the bedroom. Undressed. i was naked… except for my chastity belt. i knew it had to stay on. And i got on the bed, putting a pillow under my hips to raise my butt in the air and make it more accessible.

It was about a second later and David was there. He grabbed up the whip, and wasted NO time thereafter. He swatted my right butt cheek so hard i nearly cried on the first swat!

And then he hit that same cheek over and over again. i heard the swat sound as it flipped up and down. i thought it sounded like a fly swatter making its mark. i thought about how dead that fly was after just one swat, but now it was colliding with my ass over and over again.

David never turned from the right butt cheek to the left. He focused 100% of his energy on that one cheek. i felt the tears forming in my eyes. i also felt the sting so badly in my bottom that i wasn’t sure how much more i could handle.

The swats were coming as fast as i have ever endured. All on my right butt cheek.

It took just a minute more and i was calling yellow. David didn’t care, he kept going. If anything, he sped up the timing of the swats. He never once even acknowledged the word “yellow,” where normally he slows down or pauses for a second. Not today.

After another bit, i hollered out, “Sir! i can’t take anymore. Pleaseeeee slow down…. Or switch sides….”

He didn’t. He kept delivering the pain to my butt with an exactness in each swat that he placed solely on my right butt cheek alone.

i didn’t want to, but i couldn’t help it. i hollered out, “RED! RED! SIR!”

And he stopped. And i fell into the pillow in front of me. i already felt my butt throbbing in pain as i tried to catch my breath and recover mentally. i didn’t move otherwise though.

I heard Sir say, “despite our texting, you still came home with an attitude. Are you past that now?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Are you sure? Because we have a whole other side I would be happy to turn red!”

“i am sure Sir.”

“Then all is forgiven. But you will wear the belt today. And don’t make me have to come back and redden your ass anymore today.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

He sat me up and kissed me. And i knew all was forgiven, as it always is.

As soon as i was dressed, we ate lunch. It tasted great… in fact, way better than what i would’ve eaten at the restaurant.

At one point, shortly after i was dressed, David made a comment that i seemed to be moving slowly. i said, “that’s what humility does for a person.”

At another point, he asked how i was feeling. i said, “half my butt is sore and the other half is a-ok.” He made a point to tell me he could fix that … meaning the other half could hurt too. i declined that gracious offer.

The rest of the day has been good. We are now preparing for sleep….. while still in my belt. The belt is effective.. and so is the whip. i knew i needed a good spanking, but i had hoped it would simply be maintenance and not a discipline one. i am much more humble and feeling a lot more submissive again tonight.

i do think i will be sleeping on my left side tonight though. Imagine that!

Hugs,

Marie

246 – I deserve this, damn it! – Fiction

Sir has had to work a lot lately. He’s had to work long hours, been away from the house and even out of town too. All of which has him stressed out because of it.

I’ve tried to leave him alone as best I can, but admittedly, I’m feeling neglected too. I know it’s not that he wants to ignore me, but he sort of has to in order to get his work done accurately and timely. This latest project is just consuming him to no end!

But I feel neglected. I need to be needed. I need to feel sexy. I am his submissive wife damn it and that has value too!

You just can’t ignore me all the time and expect me to be obedient like a dog that laps at your feet, just to be kicked away and discarded until you have time for me! I’m getting angry at you Sir!

I’m trying so hard to be a happy submissive wife and grateful for all you are and continue to be, but I’m failing. It’s getting too hard though too.

If you don’t want to love on me, I’ll just have to love on myself. Now I know I’m not supposed to be masturbating, let alone orgasming, without permission but damn it, you are NEVER home lately. HOW can I ask permission from you if you are too busy for me??

Screw it. I’m going to touch myself and love on me the way I damn well deserve! I don’t give a shit anymore!

With anger and determination in mind, I got naked and into our bed. Yes, OUR bed, alone, without you. And I’m going to fuck myself crazy and you can’t stop me!

I got my favorite rabbit vibrator out. I spread my legs wide. I looked down at my clean shaven pussy and I saw how needy it was. It hasn’t been touched in over a week, since you last let me masturbate while you were preparing to leave on this stupid latest work trip of yours. You didn’t have time to touch me last week either, and of course I was happy to have permission to do all the work then too but wtf a girl needs to be needed! And used! For YOUR pleasure. Whatever. It is what it is.

I’m a good wife. I DESERVE THIS!

I spread my fat pussy lips with my left finger tips, while my right hand pressed the tip of the vibrator inside me. I held it right there and let my muscles relax around the top of the vib. I wanted to feel every bit of this. I wanted to sink into the feelings and let them wash over me. I needed this. I know I deserved this!

And with that, I pressed the vibrator all the way inside me. I held it there for just a minute. With the cock inside me and the rabbit tip touching my clit, I pressed the button to turn the vib on low.

Oh fuck yeah! Oh fucking wow! What an amazing sensation I felt rise up inside me so immediately!

I slowly pulled it out, all the way to the tip, and then slammed it deep inside. I cringed at the immediacy of how full I felt. It was divine.

My pussy slicked up and allowed the vib to fully fill me. I held it deep inside me there, with the rabbit tip pressing hard on my clit causing it to swell up even more. I pulled my legs tight together and pressed in against my hand holding the vibrator.

I already wanted to orgasm so badly! I could feel it already building so quickly. I didn’t want to let myself orgasm this fast though either. I wanted to enjoy this so much longer. I felt it rising and I needed to decide what to do quickly or the decision would be made for me.

And that’s when I heard my Sir speak, “what the fuck are you doing?”

He was pissed. Oh Fuck ME!

I realized my eyes were closed enjoying my fantasy so upon hearing his voice, my eyes shot open. I pulled the vibrator from my pussy so fast and tried to hide it, and tried to process the situation I was in. But it was clearly too late! I was fucked behind fuck!

I said, “what are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be home until tomorrow!”

I heard him say, “Seriously? THAT’s how you are going to play this? THAT is NOT how you speak to me. EVER!”

“But if you really must know, I finished the project early and wanted to surprise my GOOD SUBMISSIVE WIFE by coming home early.”

I just stayed silent.

His voice was rising in volume as he continued even more, “only instead of finding you doing good things, I walk to find you filling the pussy that we both know belongs to ME with that stupid vibrator that you did NOT have permission to use! You KNOW you have to ask!”

I continued to stay silent.

As if that wasn’t enough, the berating continued as he said, “You know I am generous to let you play with MY pussy most every time you ask, but I’ve paid good money, invested lots of time, and trained it to respond to MY touch. MINE! It is MINE! It is NOT yours. You gave up that right when you agreed to submit. So what the fuck were you thinking?!? I’ve trained you and MY PUSSY to be better than this!”

I was washed with shame. And regret. And remorse. He was so right. In every way. I was trained better than this. This pussy is his. And we both know it!

I may deserve to orgasm, but I know its never done like this! I acted selfish and stupidly. Why was I so stupid?

I scrambled off the bed and onto my knees beside his leg, I looked to the floor and said, “I’m sorry Sir. You are correct in all accounts.”

His demeanor softened a bit where he said, “what the hell am I going to do with you now? I was planning to come home and make love to you because I’ve been so missing you. I just knew you’ve been so patient and helpful as I worked through this project and these long days at work. Instead, I find you aren’t as patient or good as I had thought. Do you think you deserve my cock now??”

I was so filled with guilt, I began to cry. And I eked out the response I knew we both knew was the truth, “Not at all Sir. I’m very sorry.”

As calmly as he could have ever spoken, he said, “you know I have to punish you now, right?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then go ahead, Assume the Position now.”

He proceeded to give me the most intense, yet incredibly necessary and unfortunately earned, spanking I’ve had in a very long time.

I was already crying before he started. The guilt and remorse had me in tears already but now I was sobbing uncontrollably. The pain of the paddle was blistering my ass. I knew i deserved it. I didn’t want it, but I took it!

It wasn’t long before I was begging him to stop. I spewed words like, “I promise to never disobey ever again.”

Of course, he called me out on that too, “now you are just lying. You know you’ll fuck up again at some point, you just want this to stop and are willing to say anything at all. I don’t approve of that type of behavior either.”

And he smacked my ass that much harder still. When he first started I cringed and flinched and moved. But at this moment, my ass was so torn up and my sobbing was so hard, I didn’t hardly move a muscle.

That’s when he said, “I’m going to deliver the last five and you’ll count them out and thank me and ask for the next one too!”

“Yes (sob) Sir (sob).”

Smack! “One Sir, Thank you Sir. May I please have another?”

Smack! “Two Sir, Thank you Sir…. May,.. I… (pause to catch my breath and to cry more too) please…. May I have another?”

Pause. Anticipation. Waiting. When will it come?

SMACK!

“Three Sir, Thank you Sir. This hurts so much Sir, but may I please …. Have… (cries) another?”

More pausing. He wants these last ones to be dramatic. I’m grateful he can’t see my face as I scrunch up my nose in anticipation.

“YES you may! You did this to yourself, and you know that right?”

“Yes Sir…. (Sob)… i know.”

He then said, “I have NO desire to come home and deliver spankings. Maybe next time you’ll do better!”

S-M-A-C-K! Ouch. That was so painful on my already ripped up ass! It was delivered with such a punch, my whole body moved forward with the motion.

“Fourrr… sob… Sir…. thank… sob… you…. Sob…Sirrrrr. Please give me one ….sob….more…. Sir.”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!

In rapid succession he fired off three more that I was not anticipating. No time to count. After the third one, I had moved so far forward on the bed from the forward-motion, that my head touched the headboard.

“Thank … you ….. Sir!”

My whole body collapsed on the bed. To which I felt him climb on top of me and lay down on my back. He covered me entirely, like a warm, inviting blanket.

He must’ve taken his clothes off at some point, maybe that was why there were such pauses between the last smacks, because he was getting himself very naked. His skin-to-skin touch felt so warm and cozy that it brought warmth to my body inside and out, of course, it did burn my ass at his touch though too. I didn’t care, as I felt all the tension release as I relaxed into the bed.

He brought his head down beside my ear and I heard him calmly say, “that was the good girl that I expect you to be in the way you accepted your punishment with such strength and grace. I’m hopeful we won’t have to do this again.”

In a voice that was barely more than a whisper, as that was all the strength I could muster, I said, “me too Sir.”

He then said, “spread your legs as I get what I came for. You won’t be able to orgasm tonight now, as your punishment is not quite complete. There’s no need to even ask to orgasm because the answer is a resounding NO! Do you understand me?”

There wasn’t much to say as my bravado was squashed and I had such a let down hearing these words from him. So I uttered the only appropriate words there were, “Yes Sir.”

I dutifully spread my legs and I felt his cock fall between my ass cheeks. It felt as rock hard as ever. He lifted his chest slightly off of my back and I could feel that he was pressing his cock down toward the bed and preparing to penetrate me. I welcomed his cock!

That’s when he said, “To ensure my pussy, the one you tried to claim as your own, doesn’t get any ideas, I’m going to fuck you in the ass. This should help you to fight off any orgasm that you might think you need, while I get everything I need and then some!”

With that, he pressed the tip of his hard cock to my backside entrance and I felt my ass start to open for him. His cock spread my cheeks wide as he continued to press in deeper.

He pressed a bit more, and he waited. I knew he was waiting for my sphincter muscle to give way and relax into him. I thought about how kind he was being and willed it to happen even more so. As we both felt it, without another word, he went all the way in!

He pressed his cock all the way inside my ass. He was so deep, I felt his balls touch the hole of my pussy. He held himself there for another minute, allowing me to relax around his thickness.

And with that, I heard him say, “How’s that?”

“Wonderful Sir, thank you for using me this way!” I felt the tension leave my body even more as I felt the whole of his cock deep inside me, his body resting on my back, and my Sir taking me!

He said, “I wish this could be different for you, but it’s just not going to be. Now hold still while I fuck this tight hole and get off the way I need to!”

With that, I also heard him say, “I’m going to fuck you like the bitch dog in heat, that I know you were when I walked in. Get up onto your fours, without letting my cock fall out.”

So I moved into position. I knew my ass was about to feel a pounding like never before. I felt his hands grab onto my hips and I cringed. His thumbs touched my sore ass and dug in, a reminder of how I found myself in this position quite constant still! He pulled me back onto him. He said, “hang on tight my love. Here we go!”

He was using his hands to cause my hips and ass to move on and off of his cock in such a way that I was ultimately fucking him rather than him fucking me. Every time my ass collided with his body, I felt the heat from the spanking roll through my body. He didn’t care. I heard him saying, “Bitch move your hips! Take my cock deep! Make me fucking cum in your ass.”

He caused my ass as to fuck his cock as hard as he’s ever done and faster than I ever knew possible. In and out in rapid succession. I felt his balls bang hard against my pussy hole. It couldn’t be ignored. It was such a turn on. I felt my orgasm rising so quickly once again.

I started to worry I would orgasm before my Sir did. I started talking dirty, “Sir, bring me down to size! Rip my ass open inside and out. Fuck my ass hard Sir.”

It was encouraging to him, he started to moan. I could tell he was getting close. He smacked my ass with his hand, to which I cringed in pain. My Sir moaned even more and called out, “I’m getting close. Slut, get me there!”

“Sir, I need to orgasm Sir! Please Sir, fuck my ass and fill it up before I can’t control myself.”

He slapped hard on my ass, “NO! You will NOT orgasm. You’ll take this punishment and let me fill your ass properly!”

“Please Sir, give it to me NOW!” And I pressed my ass back onto his cock and pulled myself back off, and repeated again and again, going as fast as I could make myself go while praying I didn’t lose control of my own orgasm rising inside me.

That was when he grabbed my ass and pushed himself deep, and held me there. I felt his cock flex in my ass hard as I also heard him moan into me for the last time. He released his seed deep into my ass. He milked himself by pressing my ass in and out one last time, much slower this time.

He held himself there for another minute, when he finally pulled out and rolled over to my side.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I managed to NOT orgasm through my ass pounding … inside AND out. But allowed my Sir to punish me with grace and style, and accepted his seed fully too. But I so wanted to orgasm so badly still.

He rolled onto his back and he said, “come here baby girl. Your punishment is over and all is forgiven. Come snuggle with me and let’s rest together now.”

And he said, “I love you more than you know!”

“Thank you Sir. I love you too. But Sir, I have a question?”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Well… Sir…. I need to orgasm. I almost did on my own, and then again with you fucking my ass. Can I…”

“STOP. You don’t need to ruin this night with that talk. Instead… go get your belt on and bring me the lock and key.”

I went and got the chastity belt, put it in place, and grabbed the lock. I placed it in Sir’s hand. He put the lock on my belt, and snapped it shut. He tapped his finger on it and said, “Beautiful steel covering MY pussy. MY pussy will not cum until I allow it. Maybe tomorrow!”

I sighed heavily and he laughed.

He smiled and said, “Now get in bed and let’s sleep, just like this, all the way to tomorrow when I may allow MY pussy to cum but I haven’t quite decided yet either.”

He turned off the lights and said, “Sleep well my beautiful slut wife.”

“Thank you Sir.”

Hugs,

Marie

238 – 1st spanking in 2022.

It was bound to happen.

Me doing something that deserved discipline.

i screwed up.

And i really must say, i was relieved that this ended in discipline. NO, i didn’t WANT to be spanked, but i did deserve it. And thankfully, my Sir responded to the situation with the best solution possible.

He used the paddle. My ass was turned a very bright red tonight.

For the first time in more than 6-months, the paddle collided with my ass repeatedly. It was well overdue and frankly, more than once i had already deserved this but it wasn’t until today that i was disciplined for my actions.

And let me tell you…. It HURT!

W-H-A-T happened?

Yeah, so our son’s car needed new tires. We’ve talked about it for a few weeks already. It was decided that since the best place to get the tires was just 2-miles from my office, that today i would drive his car to work, get the new tires, and all would be good.

As i was packing up this morning to head out, i said goodbye and David said, “you are driving his car right?”

We had not spoken at all about this plan for about 2-days now and in that time, i had forgotten. It must have shown on my face as before i even responded verbally, David said, “you DO remember, right?”

i did not. He had to remind me by saying, “Son. Car. New tires. Today….”

Oh yeah. Ok. That.

“Yes, of course i am still driving his car and going to get new tires.”

An hour later, the new tires were on, i paid, and left.

i wasn’t but about 2-blocks away from the tire shop, headed to my office for the day, when my phone rang. It was David.

i answered and he said, “WHY did you use your credit card to pay for the tires?”

[He gets texts for any charge in excess of $200 on any of my cards…. He says it’s for security purposes, but i won’t lie, i think it’s also about keeping me on budget too. He while I don’t think i need him checking on me like this, it’s nothing i will ever get to be changed either. Ok, maybe another blog post topic here… back to this one though….]

At that very moment, i was confused. My exact thought was, “i wasn’t going to steal the tires. How else was i suppose to pay?”

Before i could respond aloud he said, “I told you to put it on their store credit card that we have so we would get 6-months no interest, no payments. There’s no reason to pay the money now if we don’t need to.”

Oh yeah. Ok. That. [Second time in 2-hours i have thought those words!]

This time though, i actually said the words aloud too. In addition, i also said, “i will call and see if it can be moved from my card to the store card.”

And what i heard back was, “Yes, you will! You need to see if you can fix this.”

i just said, “Yes Sir.”

With that, i heard a click. He hung up. i wasn’t surprised. i’d probably have done the same if things were reversed.

Not even 10-minutes later i get a text, “is it fixed?” i had barely had enough time to get back to my office and get the call made so i had not had enough time to get him [i think he assumed I would forget to call. Reasonable assumption given the way the morning was going!]

That’s when I had to say, “well… not exactly Sir.”

This is when i had to also tell him that the store had told me that David had to go to the store with the card or his ID directly because the card was officially in his name and even though we have a joint account, they can’t “just move a charge to another person’s card when the person isn’t here to accept the charge.” This is a pet peeve of mine. When it is a joint account in their system AND on the card, why exactly is it that i am not authorized to use it?! Whatever… back to this blog again….

And the response i got back from David was, “hmm”

Then some time later, David texted again, “are you saying I have to go fix this for you?”

“Unfortunately, Yes.”

“I see. Do I need the receipt/paperwork?”

“No.”

Another few minutes later, “I’m going now. This better not be a waste of my time!”

This is where i started to second-guess… what if the clerk i spoke to didn’t get the facts right, do i need to meet David over there now to explain my side, since i have the paperwork/ receipt, maybe i ought to go give it to David now…… Please Dear God let this all work out. Amen!

About 30-more minutes, “you are lucky. I got it fixed. But we will talk about this when you get home tonight.”

Thank you God!

“Thank you Sir. Understood.”

Not another thing was said until i was home, but not even immediately then either.

i was anxious about it as soon as i walked in the door and he could tell. i wasn’t sure if i should say something or not. i wasn’t sure if i were to say something, what exactly that would be either.

Nothing was said. At all. i began to wonder if he just forgot. Or maybe it was forgiven.

We ate dinner, started watching tv, and nothing. i began to be disappointed. I didn’t exactly want to be disciplined, but i knew if he did it, i fully deserved it. AND it would be of his own accord, as opposed to him role-playing the script i had set forth (as in how it was before.). This was a test for our entire D/s relationship actually! This was a pivotal form in the road, and I needed to be patient to see which path David would take.

As well, the opposite was true. If he did not mention the situation, act upon the discipline needed, and it was never mentioned again, i was going to have to accept that too.

Either way… i was sure i’d shed tears tonight …. i just wasn’t sure what the catalyst would be.

Then all of a sudden the one tv show he had turned on was over and he said, “ready to talk?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You agree a spanking is necessary, correct?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then I will let the paddle speak for itself.”

“Yes Sir.”

So i Assumed The Position, for the first time in more than 6-months. And i waited. And i prayed. “Lord, please provide me with the ability to listen to David as he speaks. Please help me to accept this discipline with grace. Please help David to deliver the exact right number of spanks that will cause me remorse and regret, so i learn from this. Please help him to have confidence in his delivery, to know this is needed and good, and will bond us closer once again.”

And the door opened. Here we go…..

He picked up the paddle, that was resting in its place… on my butt. i immediately cringed and instinctively tensed all my muscles, expecting to immediately feel that first blow. Instead of feeling the paddle though, instead he spoke aloud.

“Are you ready for this?”

“i accept this, but i do not think i am ready for it.”

He asked why was i not ready and i said, “because it has been more than 6-months.”

He said, “Do you think it’s going to hurt?”

“i have NO doubt it will hurt.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

He knew i was consenting. He knew i knew it was deserved. He knew i knew he was my dominant Sir.

That was when i felt it. The paddle collided with my ass for the first time in 2022!

i flinched hard. i bit my bottom lip.

And the words, “oh Fuck that hurt!” formed on my lips. Thankfully i said it quiet enough he did not hear. He hates cuss words. And he especially would have hated me saying it with regard to this spanking. And even more especially with the first swat too! i was clearly NOT accepting this with grace and immediately knew i had to change my thoughts.

By the time i thought all that, another and another, and ANOTHER spank hit my uncovered bottom.

i heard him say, “So the next time I tell you to do something are you going to forget?”

Was i really this forgetful? Or am i selfish to where i just didn’t care enough to slow down enough to pay attention. Neither is a good answer.

Smack

SMACK!

S-M-A-C-K!!

“I asked you a question. Are you ignoring me? That is NOT a wise decision!”

i was NOT ignoring him, but rather trying to form words between the spanks. i find it hard to focus on the words as i am being spanked where my mind is racing with all sorts of things (as noted above), not to mention things like, “Do NOT move. Stay in position!”

i finally muttered, “i am not ignoring you Sir. i will remember next time.”

“Do you realize you would have cost us a lot of money if I couldn’t have fixed this?”

Smack

SMACK

“Yes Sir.”

That’s when he held the paddle against my ass for a second. Whenever he does that, i know he’s pausing the swats for a second and i was grateful for the slow down. This time though, it wasn’t a pause or a break, it was to give a punctuation mark to the next set of spanks. Without preamble, he pulled the paddle back and smacked me about 5-times in rather rapid succession.

To be clear, while the paddle had rained down on my pour naked ass quite frequently at this point, i was abundantly aware he was NOT using any real force. He was indeed “letting the paddle speak for itself.”

“And do you realize I asked you to do this because it was easy and convenient for both of us really? Me going up there to fix your problem was not ideal or convenient whatsoever!”

He pulled the paddle away and i flinched. i flinched without even getting hit yet. i just anticipated it and moved instinctively, as if on command.

He asked, “why are you flinching when the paddle isn’t even touching you?”

“Anticipation Sir.”

The tears were forming, but not yet flowing.

i was trying to cry. i wanted the tears to flow freely. Yes, it hurt me physically AND mentally to be spanked tonight but this was a GOOD hurt and a GOOD cry that was needed. i needed to feel the release of emotion.

As he then held the paddle against my ass, he asked me, “do you think you’ve learned? Will this happen again?”

i paused as I thought, “The tears haven’t flowed yet. i need him to keep going to get these tears and this release to come.” But then, is that me topping from the bottom again? Do i deserve to feel this cathartic emotional release? Do i trust him to know when enough is enough?

“Yes Sir, i have learned. No Sir, this will not happen again. i will pay more attention to you.”

“G-O-O-D!” he said, with the layering on of one more good, hard, and final SMACK of the paddle.

That’s when he sat me up and said, “we are done. You are forgiven. Now go swim in our pool! Get the sting out!”

“Thank you Sir. i love you!”

After confirming his love too, he grabbed my hand and we went outside to our backyard. He was fully dressed and i had nothing on at all. He motioned me toward the pool and said, “now go on in!” And so i did.

He sat on the chair and watched me swim naked. He took my picture at some point too. i have yet to see that picture. That’s ok.

We were both pleased.

i expected the tears were going to flow tonight. They never did, but nearly did. i am just grateful it was a good tearing-up and not a bad one! i am glad i got the very red, expected-to-be-sore-tomorrow ass that i deserved.

i am now (incredibly) hopeful that our D/s relationship is seemingly back on track… or maybe not on the same track, but a better one… time will tell. For the first time in 6-months, i am hopeful again too!

Cheers!

(i pray the first 2023 spanking post isn’t 6-months into the year! While we have been doing this now since late 2018, i didn’t blog a ton at first and didn’t actually start posting a “first of the year spank” post until 2020….. but if you want to read about my other firsts for that yesr, for at least for the few most recent years, here ya go: …..2021 – 1st spanking – Jan 10 and 1st spanking – 2020 – Jan 9 )

Hugs,

Marie

149 – When Tone matters… or not!

Sometimes David says things to me in the form of a question, but it’s not at all intended that way. And sometimes he says things that sound like i actually have a say -so, but we both know it isn’t. And sometimes i call him out on it… in a Passive-Aggressive way.

Why do i call him out?…………..Because sometimes i can’t help but think, “Just say it. Just direct me. Quit giving me directives disguised as options.”

And today was one of those days. That he gave a question-directive and i called him out on it.

i told you about me texting him, requesting he be more dominant. He hasn’t done “much,” until this morning. So it probably wasn’t in my best interest to act this way today. But… alas, i did!

i was drinking coffee and playing on my phone when David said, “is it time to go edge?”

(Now he hasn’t asked/told me i had to edge in a long time now. So i was a bit taken back when he said this. And i was focused on coffee and still waking up…… so i said…… )

“No, i don’t think so.” And i kept drinking my coffee.

(Here’s the passive-aggressive part)

He said, “I think it IS time.”

i don’t think he saw, but i rolled my eyes at that moment. i did set my phone and coffee down and walked towards the bedroom. But i was annoyed for sure.

And i went to undress and lay on the bed, when he said, “You knew I was telling you to go do this.”

i said, “i suppose i did, but you did ask a question. It wasn’t a command, or said with much authority.”

(Okay, this wasn’t really passive-aggressive so much as just aggressive.)

He said, “My tone shouldn’t factor into your decision to listen to what I say. Correct?”

And i paused. (Yeah, probably shouldn’t have paused, but i was back to passive-aggressive).

When i spoke, i said one word, “Correct.”

That’s when he took action and said, “Assume the Position.” And he followed me to the bed, got out the paddle and it collided with my rear immediately. Multiple times and without warm up. As it did, i heard, “your tone needs to change. The sass needs to end. I’m really tired of it!”

(i did have sassiness. We both knew it. i was calling him out on his passive-aggressive ways with my passive AND aggressive ways.)

“Should my tone matter?”

No Sir.

“Will you follow my directive more quickly next time?”

Yes Sir.

And with several more BIG SWATS….. my ass was stinging!

Then i heard, “are you going to do better?”

Yes Sir.

And then he said, “Now turn over… and start to edge. Like i told you to do the first time.”

And i did. My rear was stinging so much it hurt to lay on it, but i wasn’t about to argue at ALL.

And i put the vibrator to my clit. It was a bit hard to be “in the mood,” when i had no interest in doing this. But i did it.

David proceeded to get dressed, including shoes and socks on, while watching – but ignoring – me. That’s when he leaned in and out two fingers in the front and two fingers in the back. It felt A-M-A-Z-I-N-G… especially after i had been edging for a good 10-minutes at that point. Because try as i had been, anytime you put a vibe on a clit for any length of time, and it WILL respond.

That’s when he moved his fingers in and out and said, “DO NOT even THINK about cumming!”

He did this for several more minutes and i was truly begging him to pleaseeeeeee let me cummmmmm.

And finally…. he did! i exploded all over his fingers in a magnificent way.

That’s when he said, “this will be the last time you get to cum when you haven’t listened and responded properly to my directive… whatever tone I use. Do you understand?”

Yes Sir, i do indeed understand.

[Careful what you wish – and ask – for!]

My Sir has truly shown me who is in control….. just like i knew i needed. i just hope i don’t have to endure much more of the spankings like this morning…. next time, i’ll try to keep my big ,outhitting shut!

That said though, while my rear end was tender for a bit today… every time i sat down, it ultimately made me happy.

Hugs,

Marie