Spanking of the Week

Okay, so I shouldn't have mouthed off. Especially in front of his parents. And yes, I  too far when I called him a blockhead for not agreeing with me. I know better. Larry doesn't mind at all when I disagree with his political point of view, but he does expect me to treat him with respect, which name calling certainly was not. As soon as the word came out of my mouth I knew I was in trouble, but did I stop? No. I didn't. Why would I? I was on a roll. I told him that only an idiot could agree with the mayor who wanted to charge landlords $100 per year per unit to maintain their license. This, obviously, would raise rent and the already money strapped tenants would be forced to seek cheaper housing in neighbouring towns. Larry just nodded and quietly said that we should agree to disagree and tried to change the subject. Did I let him? No. I drew in his father asking if he at least agreed with me since he owned 10 rental units. Mr. Brown deferred to answer saying that he'd rather hear about how I liked my new car. Finally, realising that I was defeated, I pouted. 

As soon as we got home, Larry grabbed my arm and escorted me into the bedroom. He scolded me for my attitude and name calling and told me to strip. Knowing he was right, I did it, but still sulked. He continued to scold, telling me how disappointed he was in my behaviour. He made me tell him at three different ways I could have expressed my opinion in a more respectful way. All the time he was making me think and talk, he used his belt on my bottom. I couldn't sink away from the pain, because I had to focus on my words. He kept up a steady rhythm and soon enough I was sobbing. I knew he was right. I should never have resorted to childishness. Now, I have to suffer the consequences. By the time I weeped out my third alternative, Larry had stopped the spanking. He rubbed my back and told me that he loved me. He was going to leave me to rest and when I felt up to it, I should join him in the living room for a glass of wine and a quiet evening. 

My husband has many good qualities, but some of the highest are his sense of fairness and his ability to forgive and forget.

Monday Maintenance

Most people hate Monday mornings - not me. Why? Because every Monday morning, I am reminded that I am loved, cherished and appreciated. I am reminded that I am the one who makes my Sir happy. I am reminded that I complete him. I am reminded that I have given him my trust and the right to use me for his pleasure. I will be filled for the day, by his will. My every movement will remind me of his pleasure. I will be tender each time I sit, reminded that I have given him control over me. I do so very much look forward to Monday mornings.

Spanking of the week

I was hoping. Can't blame a girl for hoping. What was I hoping for? For Mister to forget that today was Thursday. You see, each and every Thursday Mister spanks me - hard some days, light others. Nonetheless, Thursday is the day for my maintenance. I hate it, but if I'm honest, I love it as well. We were camping near a river and it's been great. It's quite isolated here and only us and a few other couples - also nudists-  are in the area but even they are a few miles away. We walked down to the river and were hunting for pretty stones. Then, we sat for a bit and Mister said the words: Get in position. 

I stared at him a moment, confused because I was the one who had forgotten what day it was. Suddenly it dawned on me and still I hesitated. Naturally, he saw this. I scrambled across his lap and he pulled up my light dress. Again and again his hand came down. Because of the rocks, I couldn't press down on my knees, and I was afraid of falling off his lap, so I tried not to wiggle too much. This didn't stop me for crying out, though. Still, he continued, holding me tightly and raining down on my ass. I was sobbing by the time he stopped and began to soothe my poor cheeks, rubbing them lightly.

'Now that you've been reminded, are you ready for the punishment or would you prefer to wait?'

"I don't understand"

'For your hesitation. You know you're supposed to position yourself immediately when commanded, yet, you didn't, did you?"

This was a basic tenet in our relationship. On Thursday, I stopped whatever I was doing and obeyed him. 

"As you choose, Sir."

"Now it is."

I couldn't help myself. I began to count in my head. If I focused on that, perhaps I could endure without too much crying. 

Silly me. After twenty-five swats, I stopped counting and dropped my head, tears darkening the rocks below my face. Still, I could smell my own arousal and feel Mister's hard cock pressing against my thighs. Finally, he stopped, turned me over and held me tight, kissing me, praising my acceptance. He stood, holding me in his arms, and carried me back to the river knee deep in cool water. Gently, he let me find my feet and I knelt, the water soothing my burning bottom. I took his cock in my mouth, worshiped it, adored it, pleasured it. I proved my acceptance of the reminder and punishment spankings in this manner. Always. When I felt him explode, feeding me his essence, I knew I had pleased him. I looked up at him, smiling, warming under his loving gaze. Yes, this part of Thursdays, I truly love.