A Collection of My Stories

A Memorable Lesson

I recently came accross some of my older writing & I would like to share it with you! This was in our first year of marriage.
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I recently received my first real punishment spanking in months after as series of less than stellar choices on my part. I will retell it for you now.

I put the briefcase on the end of the bed, I then carefully place both the speeding ticket and the paid receipt beside it.

I lower myself to the floor, sitting on my calves, cross my arms behind my back, bow my head & wait.

I'm not sure how long I am going to be here, waiting, but it isn't long before I hear the hotel room's door mechanism and my husband walks through the door.

I don't look up, but I hear him drop his keys on the end table and remove his jacket.
He makes his way over to the bed.
I remain still.
He picks up the ticket and paper. I look up at him as I feel the heat of anger radiating from his entire body.

"Up." He says flatly and directly

I obey without speaking.

"Off, - everything" he motions to my dress.

I remove my dress, bralette and undies and hand them to him.

"The corner, please" he says,
I can see him trying to steady his anger.

I walk to the corner of the suite, rest my forehead on the wall and cross my arms back behind me, across my waist. I know I am here so he can gather his thoughts, and bring himself back down to his regular cool, calm and collected demeaner. I am thankful for that, I love him for that. I try to prepare myself for what I know is going to be a well deserved trip over his knee.
I try to will myself to accept whatever he asks of me with grace.

He sits on the edge of the bed,

"Come here"

I walk over and stand in front of him, we lock eyes and I look away embarrassed to be in this position. He gently guides me over his left knee,  I rest my head on the bed beside him and reach to curl my arm around his left calf. He pushes my hair to one side and rests his left hand on my back as he smoothes over my backside with his right.

"Let's go over why we are here, what's been going on, yeah?" He starts, as he brings his hand down for the first spank, landing on my right cheek. I flinch a little before he alternates his smack.

"Yes, Sir" I speak for the first time.

"Starting with yesterday, let's begin with your food log"
- oh man, I guess we are really going to go over everything, another smack lands and he continues - "I noticed last night, when I had the chance to check that you had only managed to eat just over half of your daily goal - a large portion of that being a Starbucks run" another smack lands "Not acceptable" smack, smack. "If that were the only thing we were here for, we would likely only be having a discussion at this point, and your attitude would have determined the outcome, would you agree?" Smack, smack

"Yes, Sir" I mutter, I know he's right

smack, smack

"You haven't logged anything for this morning, and I am going to assume that is because you haven't had a moment to do that yet, not because you have continued this behaviour" he says
- and wish that was the case

"No, sir" I reply reluctantly

smack, smack

"No?! You didn't eat this morning either?"

smack, smack, smack, smack the blows land hard and fast

"No, Sir" I say as my bottom begins to sting.