My Thursday maintenance spanking, M/F, rl,sexual, enema

Well, just like he said he would, I got another maintenance spanking and lesson Thursday morning, as soon as Leah was out the door.

The thing I was to focus on, was to remember to be humble, especially with other women, to not be arrogant, to not be defensive, and to not put people down when I'm insecure.

This was a firmer lesson, even though it was maintenance. And it had one of my more hated postions, what I think of as a school type paddling, where after he bared my bottom, and yes, I do find it embarrassing to be bared for punishment or discipline, I had to stand against the wall, take several steps back, then lean forward, with my hands on the wall, arms straight, and legs straight. My bottom felt so tight and Big like that, and I hate being unsupported as well. And he had me raise up on my tiptoes, as if it wasn't bad enough already.

It's at times like these that I'm not sure if staying in shape with yoga and all, is a good thing or not.

His implement of choice for this lesson, was the longer lexan paddle, which also just happens to have holes. If anyone wants, I'll be more then happy to share the site that he got our lexans from. After all, an experience like that should really be shared.

It was so hard to stay in position for my spanking, he paused after each lick, and I would hiss or squeal or after a while, cry, and my fanny would shake and my knees bend, and he'd just wait till I got back in position, offering my poor bottom up to him. I swear it felt like I'd sat on a stove, lexan burns So bad!

He also made sure he went down about a paddle width onto my sitspot/upper thighs. Dang that gets a girls attention.

After, I had corner time, as usual, and after that, we fooled around and he held me.

However, as I was dressing after my shower to get scooting (as fast as my tender bottom let me scoot) to work, he stopped me, and said he thought I needed a little reminder about humilty for the morning at least, and I was placed over his lap, my panties lowered, my cheeks spread, my shy nervous bottom hole was lubed up, and then he slid a plug up and into my bottom!

Oh gosh I squeaked some then!

Then panties back up, and swatted on the fanny and told to finish getting dressed, and a big kiss.

All confused, my poor little body was!

He was right though, it was very humbling having the plug in, at work. Sitting and feeling it pushing in, walking and feeling it move, knowing why it was there.

Then that night, Leah had a date and was going over to her boyfriends, so we had an empty house.

I know my face turned bright red, when I walked into our bathroom, and I saw the nice old fashioned bag hanging from the shower rod. An enema bag for those of you who didn't guess.

So, he came up after me, and got the bag all ready, then a towel on the bed, and me kneeling head and chest flat, bottom high, as he lubed me, and then teased me wickedly with the nozzle. It's bigger then standard, say hot dog sized, so I know it's there. Blush.

Then he slid it in, and in, and then started touching me lower, and I was damp and swollen and needy, and he was circling my clit as well, and then the water started, not to fast, and nice and warm, and I started panting, and I was so randy and wanting him, and then he took me from behind as he filled my tummy with the water...

I clamped so hard on him, and started coming almost as soon as he took me, it just happened, and when he kept taking me, I kept coming. And he would play with the nozzle, and spank my bottom as well, and finger and play with my clit, and it was all just too muich.

Well, he finished, then I squealed and had to run off for a bit.

When I got back, I was over the pillows, as he took advantage of what he'd done to me shortly before.

Sitting was very tender yesterday, and not just because of the spanking.

love,
Angie

this mornings maintenance spankings! M/F rl, sexual

And yes I said spankings, not spanking!


As some of you might know, my Husband has started maintenance discipline with me, again. We've only done that for one other period in our marriage.

Currently, I'm getting it twice a week, on Tue and Thur mornings after Leah has left for school, he doesn't want to have to worry about being quiet, or me having to worry about being quiet.

The last time we did this, (I have that story in my archives, under maintenance...) I will admit I had a lot of trouble getting my head around the concept of 'but I've been good, and you are Still going to spank me?!', but he had me research it before he started it, and, to help me, for which I'm thankful, he gave me something to focus on each time. It wasn't like I was being punished, but like with a punishment, for me to have something to focus on meant that I wasn't just being spanked, but was being taught a lesson, it had a reason.

He has done the same thing this time, thankfully. Say, one time I might be told, 'okay hon, I want you to remember to work on not gossiping, and what I consider gossip, do you understand?'

And when I tell him I do, he starts.

Or the theme of the day might be (and has been) my language, temper, sarcasm, etc.

I don't know why, but yesterday was Very hard for me. Now, I love being in a CDD relationship, I know that he is in charge, I love that he is in charge, I know I do better with this, but gosh, yesterday I was feeling like Such a baby about this that I actually ended up posting a couple of 'vent's at a group. And thank you ladies for your support.

And then I was reading some posts in some of the groups, and it dawned on me just how little I had to fuss about, when I compared what I had going on, with what some of our poor sisters have going on in their lives! It Really put things in perspective. I have no reason to fuss or complain, I have it very, very good, and should be much more grateful, and even more thankful for what I've been given.

So at least I went to bed with that attitude.

When I got up this morning, I was cuddled up to him, funny how I'll often go to sleep spooned by him, but wake up snuggled and cuddled with my head on his chest and in his arms. My nighty was of course up around my neck, he teases me about why I bother to wear it, and I tell him if I have to leave the house in a hurry, at least it will fall down. And while I had started the night with panties they seem to have disappeared as well.

But when he was awake, and don't you love waking up before him, and just looking at him? And okay, it's possible that my friends tease me for being a rather randy little thing normally, but gosh, since he's started the maintenance discipline, its like All I can think about is him having me! Anyway he wants, as often as he wants! I just want to sit by him, cuddle with him, sit on his lap, lay over his lap, have him bed me, have him bend me over and just Take me.

So it was with those meditative thoughts that I was stroking his chest, and when he woke up, I asked him if I could talk to him about my maintenance spanking that I had coming this morning, and how I had been feeling and some thoughts I had.

As a digression, and I know I do that a lot, sorry, this was something I had to get my head around early in our marriage, that I needed to ask him, or that I had something I needed to talk to him about, not Tell him something.

So I told him about my feelings and emotions and feeling so sorry for myself, and being so self involved and having a pity party.

He asked me if I felt guilty about it, and I was on the verge of tears again, I've been so super emotional lately, that I just nodded on his chest yes.

He told me that I'd be getting spanked this morning for that then, to help me get rid of those feelings, and I thanked him.

But, then he told me that he already had a separate lesson picked out for today, so he thought that a second spanking was needed!

Eep!

I kissed him and said 'yes Husband, whatever you think is best dear' and then he sent me to go get the family lexan paddle from it's place on the wall by the fridge, and bring back my hairbrush as well.

Then it was over his lap, nighty back up, bottom bared, and I feel like such a girl again, instead of a woman at times like this, and then I feel like a woman too, when I think of All that he can see when I'm like that, but gosh its different when it's not fooling around and punishemnt or discipline.

I don't feel sexy at such times, just well, embarrassed. And I know that he is enjoying the view and how I feel, he's told me so, that even though its a punishment or correction, he still appreciates my body.

Well, the first spanking I got was 'his' spanking, he told me he wanted to work on my arrogant attitude at work and with other women, and I caught it with both brush and the paddle, ow! And while no, not as bad as a punishment spanking, oh it was bad enough and it got my attention! I was crying pretty quickly, and very much assured him I'd watch my arrogant attitude, you bet!

Then it was my bare bottom in the corner for a bit, and then I was sent to get him the small strap, the convent strap, from London Tanners for you that know the site.

This spanking was over his lap as well, for which I was thankful, I think most of us agree, besides it being easier when your position is draped over something, nothing is quite as good as His lap to be draped over, and then I got my spanking for being self involved, and self pity, and oh gosh I got the message from the very first lick!

More corner time followed, and then we reconnected as he comforted me. He was already fairly hard, when I finished undressing him, and I got him all the way hard in my mouth, and I tried the no hands bit, giggle, but then used them, and I Loved his hands softly in my hair, I felt So sexy and so sexual, and when he was ready, he put me on the bed, my legs around his waist, and my fanny, my poor sore welted bottom rubbing against the sheets as he took me, and ohhhh yesss that added to the sensation!

I Love wrapping my legs around him, wanting More of him, I want his hands under my bottom, squeezing and pinching and taking me, sigh.

Well, I was there and back, and there and back again, and feeling like I was going to shatter, when he pulled out, and put me on my tummy, lifted my bottom up, and then slid into me from behind, his thighs 'spanking' my bottom again, oh gosh yes!

And then, well! He slid out and then rubbed over my back door, and when I 'winked', in he went! And gosh, I clamped down So hard and came so hard again!

And so, that was why I was sitting so tenderly, but happily, all day.

love,
Angie

I sit behind you... M/F, domestic rl

I sit behind you, and I lean forward, and kiss your neck. I trace your muscles with my fingers, still so amazing to me how different you and I can be. And I trace the scars as well, I know them all well, and I'm glad that you don't mind that I love to touch them. I also love how when we are at the beach, and you pull off your shirt, how the young guys will look at you, your muscles, but then those scars, and I can see them wince. And I get all tingly inside knowing I'm yours.

I kiss your neck again, blowing softly on the damp skin after, giggling as I watch your skin twitch at the cool sensation.

Then I yelp as you reach behind you, and gather me up in one big arm, and simply pull me up and around and onto your lap like I'm a toy. My insides are tingling again, and more.

I love being on your lap.

Or over your lap. Even for the punishment spankings. Well, not the actual spanking, but the fact that you love me enough to correct me when I need it, I do love that about you. And, if I'm going to be spanked, there is a comfort to being over your lap, feeling your hard warm thighs under me, your arm pressing on my back.

I'm so very happy right now, my arms are around your neck, and I pull myself up on you, and kiss you, then I soften, and you Kiss me, claiming my mouth, kissing that spot below my ear that makes me melt, and I croon, and your hand is playing with my panties, your other hand playing with my bare breasts through my unbuttoned shirt, and I'm so randy right now, but so sensitive to, every touch is exquisite, yet almost to much.

I try to turn to face you as I sit on your lap, my legs wanting to part, to wrap around your waist and hold you tight to me, but thug that you are, my thug, you don't let me, you hold me where you want, how you want, and I have no chance of breaking away, and knowing that I'm under your control is such a rush and turn on.

You kiss the spot below my ear again, then her sister on the other side, and my panties are so wet now, not damp, wet, and you nibble my ear as your finger is taking ever so wicked liberties below my panties now, and you whisper what a naughty little wife you have, and I shiver, my nipples going past hard, to painfully hard.

For almost two weeks now, you have, after giving me quite the punishment spanking, you have given me maintenance spankings, twice a week, on Tue and Thur, and my bottom is tender even now, but I'm so very much yours. All I can think about is you, about behaving, pleasing you, you bedding me, all of it.

It all jumbles together.

My panties are being slid down now, but you avoid the more sensitive and needy areas, as I pout, and then I find myself being turned over your lap, and I whimper.

You leave my panties banded about my lower thighs, and lean down and kiss each cheek on her plump sore crown, then you rub, softly, and start to spank, not so softly.

My bottom clenches at each spank, and I end up rubbing myself against your jean covered thighs as I try to escape the spanks, and the friction makes me even more frantic, hotter now than my bottom.

But you force me to your rythmn, not mine, and then the occasional Hard spank brings gasps and squeals and frantic kicking and parted legs.

Fingers on my fanny, softly parting and spreading cheeks, and my face is red, I'm embarrassed and excited, and you know it.

I feel your finger tracing my wetness, then that spot between thigh and labia, teasing me, then back up between my cheeks, tapping against my shy bottom hole, and you tell me how you are going to spank between my cheeks, and make me bring you the small wooden spoon and you are going to spank All over between my cheeks, and I whimper as you spank me, because I know you will, and I know what will happen after....

love,
Angie

Vocabulary lesson M/F domestic discipline rl

"Oh! Ow ow oh Honneyyyy pleaseee! I'm sorry so sorry Please Ahhh! O-oh no more please no more!"

The spanking had been bad enough, and then my copying the words he had given me, while seated on my paddled bottom had been horrid, squirming to try to find an unspanked spot to sit on had proved fruitless. And now trying to recite my lesson, while he encouraged me with the strap, as my bare fanny was high in the air, was almost unbearable.

"Quit stalling young lady, and lets hear it."

"Oh oh yes Sir, yes Sir! "

"P-pouting. Pouting means sticking my lip out, to express displeasure, Sir, or that I have a sullen or sulky expression on my face, Sir!"

Crack!

"Ahhhh! oh honey please dear oh I'm sorry!"

"That was very good. Now, what did you learn 'sullen' meant, Angela Lynn?"

"Oh! Oh gosh! No, please, wait! I know it I know it, honest I do! Sullen. Sullen means I'm resentfully silent, Sir! And I'll do better, really I will, I will, plea...Ohhhh! ow ow ow oww owwwww!"

I thought it especially mean that he laid that one on, right on my thigh bottom crease, which he had already paid more then enough attention to.


"Hush. You'll have plenty of time to talk. Next, what did you learn 'sulk' means?"

"Oh yes dear sulk! Sulk. When I sulk, I am sulky I am remaining silent, and holding myself in an ill- Ahhhh! Ow oh oh sorrry sorryyy please I'll get it! I'll get it! W-when I sulk I am remaining silent, and holding myself in an aloof, sullen, ill tempered, or offended mood! And that's not allowed either Sir! I'm sorry, it won't happen again! I promise oh I promi.... Eeeeiiiii!!!!!"

Again on my sit spot!

"Good. And it better not little wife. Because I'm done putting up with your moods. So help me, from now on, any moody behavior from you, and you aren't going to sit, is that understood?"

"Oh yes dear it is, please honey I'll be so good I will and ..."

"What did you learn 'aloof' means, Angela Lynn?"

"Oh yes Honey Aloof! Aloof means I'm acting standoffish, distant, chilly, and unapproachable!!!"

"Hush and listen. Are you allowed to be sullen, Angela Lynn?"

"No Sir! No dear I'm not! I'....Owwwwieeee!!!"

That one was across the plumpest part of my poor plump rump.

"No, you aren't, and Why aren't you young lady?"

"B-because if I'm sullen, it means I'm both resentful and silent, Dear! An, and if I'm upset or resentful with you, I'm not to be silent but to tell you why, Dear!"

"Very good Angie..." pat pat pat.... "and, are you allowed to be sulky little one?"

"No Honey I'm not I'm not! Because if I'm sulking Sir that means I'm being silent again, and being aloof, and ill tempered, and sullen and acting offended! And I'm sorry honey oh please I am!"

"Well you certainly aren't silent now, are you? Are you going to remember this the next time you are upset?"

"Yes! Yes! I will I will! I... OWWWWWWW!!!!!"

"And are you allowed to be aloof, little one?"

"N-no, no Dear, I'm, I'm not, cause, cause if I'm aloof I'm trying to to be unapproachable and keep you at a distance, Dear. I'm soooo sorryyyyyyyy! Really I am I should have talked to you, I should have..."

"You should hush and listen, baby, is what you should do. Now, are you allowed to pout, Angie?"

"Oh no, no pouting, I won't pout because it means I'm being sulky or sullen!"

"Close sweety...."

"Oh honey, I'm not sassing but I'm sure that was right and..."

"Hush. Here is your pouting rule. I don't care if see a pout on your pretty little face, understood? Provided you aren't sulky, or sullen. Because what do those two things have in common, Angela Lynn?"

Another to my sit spots!

"Ahhhhh!!!!! Oh oh owwww!!!!! T-they mean I'm b-being silent, and bad tempered Dear!"

"Very good, sweety. What else does pouty mean?"

"Oh. Um, that I'm sticking my lip out to express displeasure?"

"Yes it does, sweety. THAT you won't get in trouble for, as long as you tell me Why you are pouting, clear?"

"Oh yes dear, very clear, crystal clear, perfectly clea... Ohhh!!!!" and that as soft lips kissed each blazing and tender bottom cheek.

"And, Angie baby, why else do naughty little wives sometimes pout? Hmmm"

Tears then, as I didn't know, and the thought of more spanks was unbearable.

I turn my head to look at him, confused, and not wanting to get this wrong. I can see the soft smile on his face, stern and cross no longer.

"W-we sometimes p-pout to get our Husband's attention?"

A soft nod...

"O-or to flirt or to play or fish for a compliment?"

"Well, I don't know about other naughty little wives, but I know mine does that. And that kind of pouting I would very much like if you did whenever you want, Angela Lynn. But, what kind of pouting aren't you allowed anymore?"

"The bad kind! The silent moody sullen sulky kind Dear!"

soft kiss, on my trembling tear moistened lips this time...

"I think you have it now. Do we need to go over your new words another time, to be sure, Angela?"

"Oh no please no I remember! I...." I saw his smile is what I saw.

So I pouted. But not in the bad way.

love,
Angie

A little holiday update, MF rl

Goodness ,hi all, hard to believe that the weekend is pretty much over!

Well it's been eventful past few days.

We actually got a head start on Friday's Consensual Spanking day, starting Thur.

I got spanked after work, with Jack just turning me over his lap, and flipping the skirt of my nice work dress up over my back, as he spanked me with his hand over my panties, then on my bare fanny.

After pulling my undies down, the bully made me go and get the rotten little wood Cracker Barrell paddle. Some of you will know what this is, hard to explain otherwise. Lets just say that it Really stings even for good girl spankings and is Loud!

So, he has been taking advantage of our summer empty nest by using all our loud toys.

Of course, since this wasn't a punishment or discipline spanking (and yes, there is a difference between the two) there was also lots of 'checking' to make sure I was alright.

And oh my was I.

I was also spanked again that night, before an early bedtime. Not that we went to sleep. That one was with the delicious London Tanner DD strap. Yum.


And, to clear up an apparent misconception, most of my good girl spankings are Not hard, or at least most of the spanks aren't.

The spankings vary in length and intensity, and part of the fun is I'm not quite sure what he often has in mind, I Love that he is in control, not me.

Friday morning, started the day with hand and my brush, so domestic, sigh . And then back to bed, of course.

And another spanking later that night, with my sorority paddle, bent over the back of the couch..... where I stayed for my 'comforting' after my paddling.

A quick little hand spanking Sat. morning, he was late for his early fishing with his buddies (sob, I'm so neglected!) and then later that day, we got ready to do our part grilling and such for our block party. Then fireworks, then home, and one of my Fave things to be spanked with, the light wooden oven shovel. Looks nasty, loud as all heck, but such a Nice little sting. Then we had our own fireworks show.

This morning, however, was not all fun and games. It's been a while since I had one, but I got a preventive spanking with the little lexan paddle! Ow! He even bared my bottom first and made me go and get it from where it hangs by the fridge! Meanie! Although I was pretty meek and compliant at the time. Oh, and this preventive spanking was to remind me that gossip is not acceptable, and I Very sincerely believe that and tearfully and repeatedly told him so.

I think that pretty much does it.

Love,
Angie

Playing around, M/F, rl, domestic. sexual

From a while ago, when he was gone for about 18 months.....

Okay, I recieved a few 'scolding' emails, telling me it wasn't nice to tease and put up reposts without doing something new. So, here it goes. Hope you enjoy. Since my husband has is still overseas, this is a 'historical' spanking, but not one I've written about before.... and yes, there is some sex involved. So there, you've been warned.


I had just come out of the shower, humming happily to myself, after an early morning wake up romp in bed...one that left me very happy, and most pink bottomed, but now I had to scoot to get to work on time, and still had breakfast to eat.

Something I possibly would have skipped, except he knows (from me telling him) that it's bad for me, and he had caught me just the other day, skipping, and had warned me. I knew if he caught me today, there would be no more warnings, but I could always grab some fruit and yogurt to go... that would work.

I like spanking, but Not discipline spankings.... and as I was toweling my hair off, I was trying to decide what to wear, when I saw that he had already laid out something for me on the bed.

The cat made sure I noticed it, she was curled up sleeping on it. I moved the cat, and smiled.

I have talked about this some in the past, and not sure if I explained it right, as some women after have said how they could Never have a man decide what they do and don't wear.... and it isn't that way for us.

He isn't forcing me to do anything. it is a game we play, for both of our enjoyment. On my part, I LOVE that he actually notices what I wear, and than he has favorites and opinions about what he wants to see me in.

And so some days, he will lay out what he wants me to dress in.

Now, the game part is that he never picks the Whole outfit. It's either the outerwear, like today, a nice dress, the kind women wear to work over here, light blue on top, gradualy going in darker shades to the bottom. Soft light summer weight linen. But no undies...

That I would be picking out, and only later, tonight, would he find out What I had on under his pick. Other times, it's the opposite, he has set out panties and maybe a matching bra, and then I pick out what I want to wear over it....

But for today, I smile, and head to one of my panty drawers, ( I have three, full, and need to start a fourth...) already thinking what I want, that will look good under this. And pick out a nice, soft, creamy white bra and panty set, satin, string bikinis, almost too small, so they ride low in back, so the top of my bottom cleavage is showing, I know how much that turns him on... and he loves the cream color against the tan of my legs and back...and he loves seeing my bottom glowing pink (which means it's really red) under them as well... and I think of how happy I was when he had given them to me. I love that he loves me in my pretty undies as much as I love wearing them.

And I think it is sweet that the big thug (for those new to my stories, he's about 6'4" and about 250 lbs...) has no trouble in going into a lingere store or department, and looking around, and not just grabbbing the first thing there.

So, I slip them on, pull the dress on, no hose (mom was shocked when she came over here (Hawaii) and saw I would go to work quite often bare legged, wearing dress sandals...but unless I really feel like it, or need to, So hot and humid to wear pantyhose over here, and thigh highs are Such a pain...) and still happily humming, go and get something to take to work to eat, and meet Jack in the kitchen.

He pulls me over for a quick kiss, tells me I look pretty, I blush and thank him, and his hand is on my plump little rump, he's rubbing the dress softly back and forth over my fanny, then tracing the pantylines he can feel through the dress... I laugh, as I pull away, he's trying to figure out what I've got on under...good, let him wonder.

Tell him I have to run, Show him the fruit and yogurt, he kisses me again, and tells me that I'm wearing either silk or satin under the dress, from the way it slides when he rubbed me, and I just smile back.

I'm thinking throughout the day, about what is going to take place when we get home, wondering what he has planned...

I Love it when he simply takes charge, he is considerate of my feelings and likes, but he is running the show...sigh....

I catch myself in a little fantasy, as I sit supposedly catching up on paperwork, behind closed doors, and blush as I realize my hand was stroking my breast, as I imagined him taking the brush, or paddle, or tawse, to my freshly bared and pinked rump....pretty panties in a delicious tangle around my knees, or perhaps, puddled on the floor as I stand in the corner, or maybe in an untidy pile by my head as he raises that paddle high....yessss, the paddle.... I email him.

Tell him it's personal in the subject line, in case someone is watching. Send him a pic of the paddle I'm thinking of, my fave, the oven shovel/pizza paddle...broad (as he teases, the bully, big enough to cover my fat little fanny.... and before you ladies get mad, I love it when he teases me like that...), thin, light, delicious surface sting, not much deep ache, Lots of noise, oh yesssss....

And for those of you wondering how I could send it, knowing how technically inept I am at such things, he has created a folder for me, with shots of my fave toys, for such times, and drilled me, till I could....

All I send is the pic, and the two lines, "Thinking of youLove,Angie"

Work can't end fast enough, so of course there is a late patient...but I eventually make it home.

His truck is there already, and he is there, sitting in the living room, drink in hand... and he reaches out, and I go to him, and he pulls me Onto his lap, and I snuggle in, and he Kisses me till my breathe is gone, I'm melty inside, and molded against him....

He puts his arm under my legs, the other around my back, and simply stands up with me, and I feel my tummy go all warm inside, and lower parts are warmer yet, I Love how strong he is....
silly as it sounds, it takes me back to my girlhood days of reading the Conan books, and thinking that I wanted to be one of those pretty wenches with a Man like that....

I love when he carries me like this, but unlike how he would do it if we were around others, he didn't bother being careful and gathering up my dress, so it is hanging down, and I can feel the air on my pantied bottom....

and he brings me to the center island, between the dining room and kitchen, and sets my fanny on the cool marble, and I squeak... and I catch my breath as he reaches over me, and takes down the shovel.... I know I'm biting my lip... He picks me up again, but this time it's over the shoulder...and I squeal in protest, which he dutifuly ignores.

He knows what he is about. and my dress is riding up over my hips, and it's embarrassing, and turn on all at once... and he carries me to the bedroom, popping my bottom, spanks, not pats, with that lovely paddle...

"I knew they were satin."

I laugh, and in wifely fashion, correct him.

"YOU said either satin or silk,you did Not know. Honeyyyyy!!!!"

The last squealed out as he decidedly increased the sting of the spank which followed my little impudence....

Several more just like them follow, followed each time by my squealed Honey's and dears and sweetys....but I'm trapped up there, going nowhere.

Till we reach the bed.

He puts me on my feet, I'm breathless now (both from this whole scene, and getting carried tummy down!) and he stands me between his legs, 'scolding' me about how 'naughty' I've been lately, how sassy, bratty, and ill behaved I've been... how what I so Obviously am looking for, is a good, old fashioned spanking, till I'm crying and fussing and kicking and squealing, till my chubby little cheeks feel like they are on fire and tears are softly falling...

My knees are so weak,and I'm weak inside too, the words, the tone, the look, I want it So badly, I don't want it So badly.....it's going to hurt, I'm going to embarrass myself, and carry on like a bratty teen, I'm going to cry... and I wouldn't stop it for the world...

And then it's over his left leg...not both, this time... I love how it's never quite the same, how he keeps me guessing.... hands on my hips and ass, lifting me slightly, as if I weigh nothing, till my bottom is pointing Straight up.... and then he starts spanking, no love taps, but spanking, with that big hard hand of his....

My breath catches, I gasp, squeal, fuss.... he loves it that I'm not stoic... and stoic has Never described me in a spanking.

He loves spanking me in stages like this, he tells me how he loves how I look in this dress, how he loves how it hugs my curves so softly, how he loves to watch my bottom and hips sway as I walk.... god I love him so much right now.... he tells me how Good I feel under his hand like this, soft and firm all at the same time, how he Loves the little wobble that happens when he spanks me... how he can Feel the panties try to contain it....and he finishes with a flurry of harder spanks, that has me scissoring my ankles together, and mouthing protests...

Then I feel him move against me, as he bends enough to catch up the hem of my dress, and he slides it slowly, knowing it drives me nuts (in a discipline spanking, he would simply lift it matter of factly as he got down to business....) and I blush, still embarrassed after all these years for him to see me like that...wondering what he sees, if he Likes what sees yet, wondering if he thinks my fanny is too big now, wondering how the panties are fitting, the usualy girlish thoughts....and I find myself embarrassingly begging him Not to pull my dress up!

He, brute that he is, ignores me, thank god! And now his palm is popping Quite hard across both my panties, as well as the chubby little bit that has spilled out over the top, and the chubby little moons that are peaking out below.... and while panties may not provide much protection, there Is a difference between the pantied spanks and those on bare skin... that, and that fat little underhang, the thigh bottom crease, is especially attention getting no matter what....

"Oh, honEYYY! Oh It hurts,Ow oh sweetiEEEEE!!!! Not in the same spot, Nooooo! Oh not my thighs, not my thighs!!!! " and so on, and so forth....

And while I fussing and squealing and Kicking by now, his left hand is busily undoing the buttons on the back of my dress... so it is over my waist, and unbuttoned practicaly falling off, and that same wicked hand is now stroking my back and hair, and my side, touching the side of my breasts... oh god yes....and his right hand has stopped, and I'm starting to almost sniffle, and that right hand starts to trace my panties, fingers gliding under waist band, traveling between my cheeks, under the leg bands...

I'm molten, and I'm also red of face, as he finds out just How damp I am now....and he touches me There, and There, and There.... and I squeal and protest at his touch, and at his touch going away.... and then, hand Under my panties, and down he skins them, slowly, letting them stay caught up in my bottom crack, till they pull out on their own, knowing it embarrassses me, and that at times like this, that is Exactly what I need..

Letting them turn inside out, taking them not just down, but down to my knees, below them, so that when I kick, and I will kick, they will at first bind, stretch, then gradually be kicked off, till they wave from one ankle like a flag of surrender. I'm often amazed, after a long hard spanking, at how many times they are still there when it is all done, still hanging tangled from one ankle....

And know that left arm is across my back, not Hard, but firm, like pressing against the wall, I'm not going anywhere till he wants me too....scary but exciting....but scary....

And then, "Little girl, this is going to sting..." and Whap!

His palm on my already hot little bottom! I squeak, squeal (yes guys, there is a difference...) fuss, and my panties do their job, and I can only kick So wide, so have to kick more up and down...and then I don't remember anything about panties...

I Do remember telling him how Sorry I was, How I would be Good in the future, how I would behave, and how this time I really really meant it...

I remember getting sniffly, then tears softly flowing, and then, I remember how he repositioned me... he told me later, that he waited till I had indeed, kicked my panties partially off...so my legs could part wider... and he placed me now, so I was straddling his left leg, my bare pussy and wet girly parts rubbing from want and reaction to the spanking against his jean covered knee, my clitty puffy and swollen as my lips, and I feel him pick up that damn paddle now, and he cracks it down, and it is So loud, and the noise more than the sting and burn makes the tears start to flow; anything that loud Has to hurt badly, or so my mind thinks...

and each Wicked Crack of the paddle Drives my pussy down and over his leg, stimulating clit and other areas, and I am gasping, first from pain, then from pleasure, and my breathing is So shallow and So rapid... my hips are thrusting up and down, and he is now matching His spanking to My pace... such a good, good lover...he knows that when a girl is there, NOTHING gets changed, not the pace, not the position, nothing....

and then I stiffen, shatter, my tummy ripples, there is an electric current between my nipples and clit and Every spank is felt in a bad/good way on my bottom and just in a good way in my pussy and anus....

I don't know if he spanked longer, or not... I simply lay there, limp, crying from pleasure... and coming back with him stroking back, hair, face, bottom, between my cheeks, and So tender there, that the bully must have spanked inbetween when my kicking exposed what is to be left unspanked...will have such a delicious reminder tomorrow when I sit....

He lifts me up, puts me on his lap, fanny ON his lap, not hanging off, and I twist so my arms are around his neck, and I Kiss him hard and deep and long, but again, it's me who is breathless first...

I slip off his lap, kissing his chest I don't know when he got rid of his shirt, down his hard stomach, my red ass (I know, I looked.... I Always look) resting on my heels, as I undo his jeans, and take him out of his boxers.... and I suck him then, licking softly at first, teasing him, he's already hard, brute that he is..., hot semi hard, but Hard... he has told me in the past how much of a show I put on, and in Explicit, face reddening detail told me What he can see and how much it turns him on, that and my squirming and noises, and that he can do that for me....

So, now it's my turn, to show him I can be a good wife...I lick, blow lightly over the wet skin, tease, taking him him, sucking, humming my happy song again, fingers busy over his skin, his fingers in my hair, stroking, god I love that... touching my face... I can Feel that he is almost there, and stop.... and push Him back onto the bed, finish undressing him, then climb on top, his hands on my ass and I Tighten down and squeal when he kneads my rump, clamping down on him, and he rolls me over onto my back, and Rides me hard and deep, taking my legs, my knees over his elbows, opened and ready and wanting, the soft sheets harsh against tender bottom all adding to it.... and then he comes, hard.... and he keeps riding, and his finger has gone to that more private hole, and I gasp, squeal, he takes me there as well, I squeak, my eyes widen, I clamp down So hard on finger and cock, and come again....

After, much after... he says he doesn't feel like going out to eat tonight...and since I don't feel like cooking, I'm across his lap, bare abused bottom in the air, on the phone, Trying to maintain my composure as He ISN'T behaving himself in the least and is taking ALL sorts of liberties with me down 'there', and I order in some plate lunches from my favorite local greasy spoon...

He's told me I've been a Very bad girl lately, and that I will need to eat up to keep my strength up for the rest of the night....

love and kisses,

Angie

A morning spanking, M/F,domestic, rl

I had gotten up before he did this morning, did my yoga, checked back on him, feeling sorta passionate, but the big thug (or would that be slug?) was still sleeping. Apparently too much activity last night, and he is getting old.

So, ignored my early morning urge to wake him up and jump his bones, and showered. And perhaps let the shower massager linger longer in some areas then in others...

Mostly dried off, grabbed some little pink microfiber string bikini panties, slightly snug, so my bottom and hips kinda plumped out over the elastic at waist and legs, and grabbed a shorty tshirt, one that barely came to below my panties, and went to make some breakfast.

He came out, apparently lured by the smell of bacon frying. He went and got his coffee before coming over and giving me my kiss (I'm used to it, he's an ex-Infantry lifer, and must maintain a certain coffee serum blood level to function....) and from behind me at the counter, I heard him go "Hmmmm, little girl, nice panties."

Okay, so I was slightly bent as I was reaching for something, and most of my fanny was on display, and I blushed. I always blush, but I So love it that he not only notices,but comments.

I turned slightly to say thank you, and got my kiss as I did, oh my! And then he was snug behind me, and I was very aware of how much he liked me.

So, girl that I am, I pouted and fished for a compliment.

"So, it's just my panties you like? If you want, I can always peel them off, and the two of you can be happy together."

He nuzzled my neck at my sweet spot, and my bones just melted, and I let my head back against him as I cooed in delight, and his one arm was wrapped around my waist, his other hand was on my fanny, bridging both cheeks, gently squeezing, cupping, pinching. My fresh little panties were becoming quite damp. And that deep, testosterone chuckle,that always gives me delicous goosebumps.

"No baby, I don't like just your panties, you pretty little brat." Spank!

"They are cute, but, " Spank! " you know it's just pretty wrapping on the real present, sugar."

Hmmmm, that was more like it.

"Hmmph! Well, I'm glad you like my fanny, and you coulda got So lucky this morning, but you were sleeping, oh well Honeeee!!!!!!"

I LOVE it when the big thug simply picks me up like I weigh nothing, and puts me over his shoulder! A Firm spank to upturned and exposed bottom, a squeal, of course, and a hurried plea to turn off the burner.

Moving to the counter on the way out of the kitchen, he picked up a wooden spoon from our new Rosy Bottoms kitchen spanking collection (highly recommend her stuff) and he carried me out to the dining room island, sat me down, and sat down on a bar stool, and picked me up again, and upended me over his lap. God I love it there. So of course I fussed.

"Honeyyyyyy!" wiggle wriggle squirm! My! Someone was Hard below me!

"Let me up! I don't have time to play now! " God, if he let me up, I swore I'd kill him!

"I was randy earlier, when you were still sleeping, now I have to get breakfast, get dressed, and go to work!"

Accompanied with more squirms, wriggles and pressing down into him.

Crack!

"Eeeeeeiii! Honeyyyyyyyy! that hurt!!!!!!!"

The bully had used the wide wooden spatula with holes to start with! The wriggling, etc, wasn't just play anymore, that thing burns!

Crack crack crack!

The only concession to a 'warmup' was that my little (very damp now ) panties were still left on. And my squirming was accompanied by appropriate sound effects.

It was one of those light but fast and burning spankings, and I was flutter kicking as if I was swimming. A pause, as I simply hung there over his lap, gasping, panting trying to catch my breath, and then he pulled my panties down.

"Honeyyyyyyy Noooooooooo!"

Oh yes yes yes!!!!!! Okay, there is nothing better than that moment when your lover pulls your panties down, and embarrassingly bares your bottom. Unless it's the moment when they first expose your panties, or the moment when...

He left them at my knees, he loves to watch me kick them off. But instead of continuing on with the spatula, he used his favorite thing of all, his hand. Nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to the feel of hand on my bottom.

Large, firm, hard as a paddle, but cupped so it molded to my fanny, and when he spanked my left cheek, letting the fingers of his hand curve into the cleft between my cheeks, stings so badly, but so lovely too!

Concentrating now on the lower curves, and now Loud fussing squealing as he hit the lower sit spots, upper thighs!

My little pink panties waving franticaly from one ankle now, he loves that.

Hushing me, telling me with all the guests that will soon be coming for the summer, that I should enjoy a good morning spanking when I can.

And his left arm wrapped under my tummy now, his hand down 'there' as I gasped and wriggled against his very knowing fingers, and then he spanked me, and spanked me, and spanked me some more. And I came, and I came, and I came.

When I regained conciousness, he was lightly stroking my bottom, then kissed each cheek, set me back on my feet, Spanked me hard across the middle of my butt, and told me to scoot and shower up again,and change, while he got breakfast.

I jumped, squealed, held my butt, kissed him, and ran upstairs. And came back down, in the ice blue office sundress, that he likes, with the matching undies.

And sat my warm little bottom down in his lap while we ate, and he told me I could show him what a good little wife I was tonight, after work.

Love,
Angie

My Husband cheats (at games) M/F, rl domestic

So, I was a happy little camperette after this mornings fun and games, life was good, work was good, everything was good.

It was just after lunch, when our receptionist let me know Jack was on the phone for me. I answered, and immediately blushed when he asked how I was doing, if I was sitting okay, if I was thinking about this morning at all.

So, even though thrilled that he called, I was still semi embarrassed, and so did that wife thing were I'm talking to him in that loud semi hushed whisper, so he could tell I was serious.

Trying to shhh him and change the subject, before everyone wondered later why I was so flustered and kept blushing.

He, big bully, just chuckled, and reminded me that I 'owed' him yet, and he would be collecting after work.

Oh my,yes! Had been thinking such happy thoughts myself, about 'paying up', but,before I had a chance to tell him that, he told me that when I got home, if my panties were damp, I was going to get a strapping!

Okay, whatever little blush was going on before, was Nothing to the flaming red that I could feel from my breasts to the tips of my ears!

What a cheater!

He Knows what his words do to me! Even if I wouldn't have been damp and ready for him (an unlikely possibility, but hey, a possibility) when I got home before he said something, he Knows that simply the threat of a 'punishment' like that will be enough to make me think of it, all afternoon, and so of Course I'll be damp. Heck, damp would be an understatement!

So I hissed out a furious/blushing/whispered wifely "Jack!!!!!" and the big thug just laughed and hung up!

Ahhhh!

Men!

Well, as I said, that was the focus of all actual non work related brain activity for the rest of the afternoon.

I briefly toyed with the idea of going to the beach instead of right home, but, didn't want to turn a 'punishment' into a Punishment.

Got home, he was there already, watching something on tv, and simply said hi, and then "Angela Lynn, I want you to go upstairs, and get ready. I'll be up shortly."

MORE cheating!

He KNOWS what using my full first name, AND as if that wasn't enough, my middle name, does to me!!!!

I stammered out an articulate "Y-yes dear." , came over and gave him a kiss and went upstairs. Where he had everything ready.

The large physical therapy D shaped bolster at the foot of the bed. More convienent then pillows, and it doesn't squish down.

I walked behind it, debated about skirt up or down, as sometimes he likes to do the undressing, but figured I might get extras if I didn't pull it up.

Unless of course he wanted it down.

Debated which one would get me extras.

Finally made a mental coin toss, and went with skirt up.

Laid over the bolster, squirmed till I got like I know he likes, fat little fanny pointing up, toes not quite touching the floor.

Reached back and pulled my skirt up and off my rump, and cradled my head in my arms, Very aware of every sound in the house, and the picture I was going to make when he saw me like this, bent over, bottoms up, ice blue dress and ice blue satin bikini panties framing the light tanned skin of my bare exposed back.

And I was embarrasingly wet.

Part of me was tempted to touch myself, to see if I was wet enough that he could tell by looking at my panties, but I decided that the last thing I wanted was for him to catch me touching myself, to humiliating.

Oh, and I forgot to mention, he had left out the London Tanners's spanking strop on the bed, about a foot above my head, directly in my line of sight. Meany.

Cheating meany.

Now, this is in fact, one of my Fave play toys. It's the 17 inch long, 2 inch wide model, short enough for otk use if he wants, still long enough for nice use while I'm bent over, and the slight extra width helps prevent too much welting. The already doubled over strop makes such a Loud, delicous, scary exciting sound, and just the right amount of surface burn and sting, and deep muscle ache and ooooo!

So, the meany left me there, fat bottom up for like ten minutes, just squirming in anticipation! More cheating, he knows what waiting does to me!

And finally I can hear his footsteps coming upstairs and into our room. Comes behind me, cups my fanny as I catch my breath, leans beside me, kisses me hard and deep while stroking my bottom, tells me how sexy I look like this, but, I was a bad girl, not letting him undress me, that would cost me extras (Yes! I had guessed right! What? You thought I was trying to get out of extras!?)

And then he straightened up, and played with the elastic on my panties which he Knows drives me nuts, I so love it, and he slooowwwwwwlllllyyyyyyy pulls my Very Very wet panties down, turning them inside out as he does, which is So embarrassing.

And he feels he has to comment on how creamy I am, as if I didn't know!

Telling me I'm in for a strapping now. Asks me if I have anything to say.

And I tell him that it's no fair, and that he is a Massive cheater, and that it's no fair I'm getting extras when he didn't specify what getting ready meant!

And, I asked if he could take my panties all the way off, telling him when he asked why, that I didn't want to stretch out my good panties with my kicking, thank you very much!

A handspanking, then, firm, lovely, all over, one cheek, then the other, then across both at once, centered on the area of my concealed anus....such wonderful sensations.

A Very thorough warm up, with Lots and Lots of touching,and checking and comments about how aroused this 'punishment' seemed to be making me.

But, he wasn't close to letting me come.

And then the Strop.

Oh yes, left hand on my back, above my tan line, white bottom squirming cause I simply can't take the waiting, and then Crack! I squeal, I Always squeal, and a band of fire is across the very fattest center of my bottom,and the pressure of his hand on my back reminds me to stick my bottom back up and out.

But first, he tells me to spread my knees farther apart!

I blush More, do so, and Crack!

The spanking Really starts now, mostly covering both cheeks, occasionly switching sides, so my left gets her fair share of the strops end, sometimes, because he's mean, and because he knows I dream of these things (foolish, foolish me!) he spanks only one cheek, so the doubled over, rounded end slightly wraps inbetween! Much squealed protests over that!

And then, when I'm at that teary pleading I'm so sorry I'll be good stage, it's over, but I don't know it yet, and then he is simply In me, taking me, hands on Red bottom and plump hips, riding me hard, fast, deep...

After, after a nice long ride, he tells me to put some bottoms on, it's time to go for a swim....

And so I did.

In my nice, modest board shorts.

love,
Angie

...and because it's June

Drawing by Cc, at anime otk

Okay, it was Not a lie! M/F, rl

Husbands, despite being loved and needed, are at times terribly unfair!

I Still maintain that I answered him honestly, that it wasn't even a fib, let alone a lie, when he asked me what I'd been up to this evening, and I told him housekeeping.

Just because He assumed I meant the cleaning around our house, housekeeping, instead of clearing out all the deadwood from yahoo groups (went from 11 pages to only 4 1/2, and as Slow as yahoo groups is, that was work!), housekeeping, is a fault of his assumptions! Housekeeping is a perfectly acceptable term for what I was doing, I've seen others use it too!


sulking as I sit on my pillow.....

love,
Angie

drawing by Kami Tora, at anime otk

Hawaii spankings, F/f, M/F, rl, domestic

a repost from SIN, gosh, wrote this must be about 10 years ago now.

A certain someone, when they found out that I lived over here, asked if I had ever been spanked with a slipper. And the answer is yes, yes I have.

Now that I am feeling up to writing new stuff again, I thought this might be a good way to get back into things.

Over here in Hawaii, the most common footwear is what everyone calls 'slippers' (or in the local pidgen slang, 'slippahs').

Now these are not bedroom style slippers, or the gymshoe type of the UK. These are what would be called back on the mainland sandals, or in many cases, flip flops or shower shoes.

Those inexpensive little thong type plastic/rubber bottomed sandals with no heelstrap that go between your big toe and the one next to it. Except over here, you can go from the really cheap flimsy ones, to the fancier ones, with patterned soles, and thicker, and all sorts of designer colors and such.

Now one of the benifits of being a woman is getting to hear all the girl talk around the office and at social occasions and such. And it is amazing how often the subject of kids and discipline comes up, without ME being the one to bring it up. Invariably, some one mentions spanking, and everyone shares their experiences.

Despite all the different family preferences for spanking tools, overall winner here is the slipper. Everyone from the grandmother types in my office, to the new little receptionist, just out of high school, all have tales about their tails feeling the slipper.

It is a fairyl COMMON sight, to see out in a park or in a parking lot or at the beach, to see some frustrated parent, moms more often than dads, with a kicking and fussing kid over their lap, while the slipper is most vigorously applied despite the kicking and howling and crying and pleading.

And this isn't always just little kids either. I've seen some teenage misses upended over parental laps out in public, getting a quick lesson in manners, and the fact that they aren't quite as grown up as they thought they were.

One of the more recent sightings happened at the beach. A mom that I had a nodding aquaintance with was nearby with her family. Pretty good kids for the most part. One of the girls was 15, my youngest girls age. The next girl was 13, and then a boy about 5.

Mom had to go back to the car for something, and she told the 13 yo to watch the boy, and make sure he stayed in the shallow water. That much I heard. I went back to sleep, and a little while later heard some crying down at the water, so I looked up, and saw the boy getting rolled in the surf, no sister or anyone else around.

I go and drag him out, and asked him where his sister was, and he didn't know. About then, mom comes along, and the story is repeated. Then comes in miss 13, after waving goodbye to some boys that were WAY to old for her 13 yo butt.

Her mom starts lecturing right away, and telling her how much trouble she is in, etc. Her daughter cops a real teen attitude, with a "Mommmm, I AM 13 you know," and even better, "I don't know why I have to watch him all the time, all I do is work!"

Mom grabbed her wrist, sat down, pulled her over her lap right there on the beach, and took off one of her thick soled slippers, and went to work on her daughters bottom right then and there! She had been swimming too, so her little bikini bottoms were still wet, as was her fanny! And boy, take it from experience, does that ever increase the sting.

The bottoms were moderately modest, but they had ridden up a bit, and her mom made sure to REALLY redden any uncovered sit spot till it was glowing. From all the crying and pleading, she didn't sound so grownup anymore. When she let her up, she was dancing around, and people were looking and pointing, but no sympathy for her though.

Didn't even get to run into the water to hide her red butt and upper thighs, mom made her stay on the beach, babysitting her brother for a while longer, before she let her go swim to hide and cool off.

It is also fairly common around the island to see the boys and young men when they are playing around at the parks and beaches with their girls, to spank them a couple of times with the slipper, hard enough to make them rub, even if it is a couple of swats.

And, as I said in the beginning, I have been spanked with a slipper also, by my husband and my Momma Sue. He hasn't been shy about doing it at the beach, and he really lays some licks on!

Of course, between his laughing and me carrying on, it's evident that it's just playing around, if a bit hard, and not once has anyone ever intervened or come over to see if I was okay.

I normally retreat to the water as soon as I can. If I'm lucky, I can coax him into the water as well, so he can comfort me properly out there, in the waves....

love,
Angie

I woke up this morning M/F domestic, rl

I woke up this morning, my bottom still so very tender from yesterday. With the house empty again, you've been taking advantage of that, and, of me.

Playing in all sorts of places besides the bedroom, using all the 'noisy' implements when ever you want.

And even though they have almost all been of the good girl kind (except for those two official preventitive ones...), you know how I am, when you are giving me a good, sound, good girl spanking. Even though I may not have been in trouble, my body and mind start to react as if I had been, and I am promising you that I will be So good, that I will Listen and Mind you and Behave myself and Watch my temper and my language and my speed and well, everything!

Corner time, after a spanking like that, is as different too, as is a good girl spanking from a bad girl spanking. I want you So badly after. Sigh.

So this morning, I wake up, bottom delicously tender, my nighty up around my waist, my bare, still Very warm and Very tender bottom spooned into your hard belly and muscled thighs. I love the contrast between us, how hard you are, against my soft (and tender) skin.

I love the way you in your sleep hold me, your hand running over my curves as you feel me stir, calming me, reassuring me that you are there for me.

I feel safe, loved, protected. And very much turned on. I wriggle my rump into you, and can feel your hardness press between my cheeks,and I sigh happily again.

It's going to be a very good day.

Love,
Angie

(my very first brand new, non repost, spanking post here! yay me!)

Rue in the corner, M/F domestic

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A Tigger in trouble, M/F domestic play

for a friend named Tigger and her Husband...

It had been a nice weekend morning, slow waking up, cuddling, kissing, loving how he took her into his arms and made love to her, and, though she blushed when she thought about it, the way he spanked her little fanny as they made love, it was an added spice.

And now, he was making breakfast, while she pulled herself together. But, it was for the best, cooking really wasn't her thing. She had teased him once that that was why she was always keeping him in bed, so he wouldn't notice.

A quick shower, and her new pair of Tigger panties with matching little cami, and that was enough for now, and down the stairs she bounced.

And as she bounced, the thought came into her head, and then just as quicky out her mouth, " 'Cause I'm a Tigger and that's what Tiggers do..." and so she bounced her bouncy little bottom into the kitchen.

"Hi hi hi! I'm here, I'm hungry, Feed me!"

She caught her breath as she looked at him there, jeans and tshirt, and sexy as hell. And What a wicked smile!

"Now, that wasn't very polite, young lady. I suggest you mind your manners, if you want to be able to sit."

Oh, he so hadn't! Now, it would have been one thing if he had been really irritated with her, not that she was worried then, but felt bad. But that smile of his belied the words.

"Oh Really!?! And just what do you think you have to say about what I have to say, huh? Well, huh? I can talk and bounce all I want, so there, and I'm still hungry!"

"Well, little miss Tigger brat, breakfast can wait a moment, I think someone needs a quick lesson, and I wouldn't want you to have a full tummy for when I put you across my knee!"

She turned, squealing as she did, about to make her escape, the chase was part of the fun, when he cheated!

"HEY! No fair! You aren't supposed to slide across the island!!!!"


After all, rules are rules! And since he already had her by her wrist, best to put him on the defensive.

And then an outraged squeal, as he reached down to the waistband of those cute little panties with Tigger on the bottom, and pulled them up tight inbetween her cheeks!

"No Fair, no Fair, cheater, cheater, eeeep! Not so high!"

But, like always, he ignored her, and used the back of her panties to walk her to the sofa.

Sitting down, over she went, and suddenly her cries went from "Not so High!" to "No! Not on the Bare, Not on the Bare!"

She squealed then, both at the first Hard spank right to her sit spot, and at the horrible pun, "honey, even if I left them up, it wouldn't be on the bear, these are your Tigger panties, not your Pooh ones..."

Much fussing, kicking, squealing demands and threats later, the brute stopped.Tigger was congratulating herself on how she had him wrapped around her little finger, when she could feel him stretch out, as if to pick something up, and panicky, she turned in time to see the new little paddle that they had picked up just yesterday on its way down...

"OOOWWIIEEE!!!! Honey, that stings!"

And this time it wasn't faked, that little paddle Did sting!

She had seen it when they were in that mecca of convertable spanking toys, Walmart. And as she went by the toy aisle, there it was, a Disney Tigger plastic paddle ball game! So, two dollars later, it was hers.

"Ow honey, OH honey, please dearest Ow! Oh oh oh! NOT IN ONE SPOT oh please oh oh Please!"

And while he kept spanking, his left hand, snaked its way under her trim little tummy, and started exploring, even as he spanked.

And the last thing she really remembered him saying, was "But honey, it's just doing what a Tigger needs to do..."

Love,
Angie

My new panties, pretty, but awful! M/F, domestic

He surprised me this last week, with a new pair of panties...

He likes seeing me in them, and I like showing off for him.

Although I always get a giggle out of the thought of the big thug wandering through the women's undies section of a store, or wallmart, picking something up, and deciding whether he is going to get it or not... for some reason that strikes me as funnier than if he were to go into a fancier lingere shop (which he will,and can do without blushing....) like Victoria's Secrets or Fredricks of Hollywood....

Anyways, these panties are cute little full cut pink bikinis, almost a hi cut brief style....the tag says they are called Just Love, and made in Turkey... All cotton, but with elastic ALL through them...a 1/2 inch elastic waist band, and little eyelet lace in a lighter and shinier pink around the legs... And they are textured, which I normally like... I like undies with character.

These, about every half inch, have a veritical ridge or line, obvious to look at and not just to touch, and between every two of these vertical ridges are two more ridges, that form sort of a diamond pattern back and forth with each other....Very cute!

So of Course I had to model them for him right away, he had to make sure my bottom matched the pink of the panties, then the panties were forgotten in all the 'afters'...

Until the other day, when freshly laundered, I saw them in my panty drawer, and put them on, getting ready for work. Now, pretty they are, but after a while, sitting on them became an ordeal!

All those little ridges, the added texture, even though they were on the outside of the panties, they still started digging in!

And I couldn't find anywhere comfortable to shift too, that only brought new rump flesh into contact with panties and chair!

And of course, it was one of those days were I was sitting most of the day, AND couldn't go home for lunch to change, AND didn't have spare ones with in my gym bag! When I finally made it home, my bottom was SO tender!

He was there already, so I told him I wanted to see him upstairs, and in the bedroom, I turned my back, lifted my dress, and pulled my panties down, and told him to LOOK at what they had done to my bottom! You could actually see little lines in my butt! The thug laughed, but did offer to kiss it all better, so I let him. He also said that apparently I now had another pair of punishment panties on hand if I got out of line....

Love,
Angie

Called at work, conclusion, M/F domestic, sexual

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Called at work part 6, M/F, domestic

I knew my breathing became more rapid and shallow, as I watched him get ready. He had taken the belt to my bottom a few times, in play, but that was done so very lightly, it was almost all noise, little sting, and less residual pinkness after.This, I knew, was going to be horribly different.

I had been on the recieving end of the belt a few times growing up; it was reserved as a final lesson by Daddy, those times I had really overstepped my bounds, or had re-acted up soon after a brush or paddle spanking.

And as I started to scare myself silly, and almost hyperventilated, my emotions weren't helped by the fact that Jack had told me similar stories of how He had taken the belt to his bratty younger sisters, and how they like me, felt that if it wasn't the instrument of last resort, it was darn close.

I also noted that even now, talking only to myself in my head, that my language had cleaned up remarkably after my first spanking....

I watched as he gathered up the belt, buckle and the tip both held in one hand, the belt making one long loop, and I shuddered, sure that he was going to have me bend over the back or arm of the couch, the only position practical for the full arm swing such a length would require.

And I also knew that such a full arm swing, on a fully bent, spread, tight, stretched and open fanny, And one that couldn't really have been said to have survived her earlier ordeal, well, I knew that it was going to be hellish. That sitting would be a distant memory for days, that...

"Angela Lynn!"

I jumped about a foot at the sharpness of his tone!

"I told you to get across my lap, young lady! What happened to all those promises to behave yourself that you made during your first spanking, hmmm? Where you said that you were going to be good, to behave yourself, to Do what I told you to do!?"

I gulped out a sorry, and practically threw myself across his lap, and while this wasn't going to be great, it was still so much better than what I had already envisioned.

He was considerate and sparing of me, as he always is. He was seated far back on the couch, so my legs and body were resting on the couch as well, instead of being jack-knifed over his lap, bent and ass skin stretched tight. Oh, my fanny skin still felt tight, and it still felt like the highest peak (or would that be peek?) around, over his knees like that, but still so much better than being over the couch.

And, in addition, no matter How bad or how Long the punishment was going to be, there was a not inconsiderable comfort in the fact that I had My husband holding me across His lap, lending me his strength to get through this, even as he was lending me his strength to learn a lesson and become a better woman.

There was a quick, scolding lecture, and my mind was where it should have been this time, and I got all the questions right , right off the bat.

I could feel him nod in approval, and then the handspanking started again, another 'warmup' (where these men come up with terms like 'warmup' for a punishment spanking, just cause it's with his hard hand, is beyond me!) spanking, that, because of my earlier spankings, had me yelping, pleading, and kicking in place before ten spanks, and crying, not tearing up, but crying, before 15.

The 'warmup' lasted far, far longer than 15 spanks, however.My loving devoted husband devoted a lot of his loving attention to my sit spot as he calls it; the lower hang, or underhang, of my plump little fanny, and the crease between poor plump underhang, and tender upper thigh, AND he spanked down to a good one, perhaps two hand widths onto my poor, tender upper thighs!

A concentrated sit spot spanking and upper thigh spanking soon had my vocal protests rising both in volume, and frequency, while at the same time, it seemed to diminish my coherency and vocabulary.After much begging, much promising, much pleading, and much frantic kicking, squirming, crying and bawling, the spanking stopped, and I wept in relief as much as I did from the continued burning down there....my mind amazingly blanking out what I Knew was going to be the next part in this ordeal.

Which was quick in coming. Too quick. Apparently men feel that bottoms of wives and girlfriends, once 'warmed up', shouldn't be allowed to cool down.

I heard a familiar "Thwissshhh", gasped and tightened at the memory of past paternal strappings (as the sound between a strap whistling through the air with punitive intent is substantially different than the sound said strap makes when it is swung for the girls pleasure....) and then remembered, after the hideously loud "Crack!" of impact that tightening a girl's bottom probably wasn't in my best interest, but too late now...

The first stroke went right across both cheeks, about as close to halfway down as you could get, right at the fattest part of fanny.The next four were about as close on top of the first one as he could make it, what with my squirming and twisting spoiling his aim slightly.His left arm was a bar in my lower back, pinning me, and at the same time enforcing an arch to my bottom that kept his reluctant target pretty much where he wanted it, for as Long as he wanted it there, no matter how I or my bottom felt about such things.

Crying and bawling were turning into squealing, bawling and blubbering, but my female histrionics didn't seem to phase my loving husband in the least. Not at all.The next set of five landed Just below the first set, the brute apparently was going to strap me in the same spot repeatedly, and then work his way down my poor bottom!!

I wept, I sobbed, I pleaded, I told him all the things I had learned in my corner time, and yet the strap came down, unrelenting, unforgiving.My face and the cushion under me were Wet with tears, and I thought that perhaps if he could see me as I begged, it would make a difference, so I craned my head around to look, and saw his strong arm in the air, and the dam-, darn strap come down...

He had changed the grip he had originally held it in. It was still doubled up,buckle and tip in his hand, but then he had taken an addtional turn in his hand, shortening it further, leaving a doubled loop of perhaps 10-12 inches (okay, so I took his belt, redid how he held it, and measured!)While being strapped otk was still preferable to recieving said strapping while bent over somehtin over than my husband, it was still horribly painful.His was a workbelt, thick, heavy, and double it simply increased the weight, so not only was I recieving some very good surface fire, there was a depth to the pain that went deep past the soft skin, the baby fat, into already aching bottom muscles.

And was going to stay there, throbbing for some time after. And the dang strap was narrow enough that it was raising, well, not welts, exactly, too wide for that, but there were wide, swollen strap marks covering my bottom! AND it was Loud! The doubled strap, besides the noise it made impacting my bottom (and the noise I made when it impacted on my bottom!) also slapped against itself, further serving to cow it's victim, namely poor me!

AND the downside of Jack's shortening up his belt like that meant that he could, as I found much to my dismay, cover not only both cheeks at once, as he had started my strapping with, working from the middle to my upper thighs, but then also cover each chubby cheek individually!

And when a girl is kicking and perhaps spreading her legs and cheeks more than is especially proper at such times, the Dang belt can wrap BETWEEN her cheeks and visit tender inner cheeks that shouldn't be spanked at all!!!!!!

And then it was done, over, finished. I was spent, limp, sobbing, and I never even realized it was over, the pain in my bottom still seeming to increase in a throbbing pulselike wave...and then the first thing I noticed as I caught my breath a bit, and my sobbing lessened a wee mite, was that I was still safe and held and protected over my husbands firm thighs, and that his hands were petting my back and hair, and lower unspanked thighs....

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Love,

Angie
ps -more coming, so there! you didn't even have to ask! We do have to hear about the after care, the party, the next day, and her decision as to whether or not she wants to continue with spanking as the punishment in her domestic discipline lifestyle....

Called at work, part 5, M/F, domestic

I bit my lip as I waited for his answer to my request, then thought how silly it was for me, while being punished, to ask for a favor.

Then I worried that he would think I was being sassy or something, and decide to give me that third spanking as well... oh! Why hadn't I simply kept my mouth shut, I mean..

"Angie...",

my heart and insides fluttered, his tone wasn't angry...

"I'm glad you told me, honey. Like we talked about way back when, when you were trying to tell me about domestic discipline, you will Always have the opportunity to have your say before I discipline you, to give your side of the story. And you can always ask a favor, or make a request. However, if you waited to ask me to do, or not do something after you are in trouble, it isn't the same as say 'negotiating' over something when you aren't, and after you tell me what you want to tell me, the final say, and decision, is going to be mine. But..."

and he put his finger gently to my lips to hush me before I could interrupt, as he could see I was going to do,

"...as long as you aren't simply delaying, or aren't arguing with me, or trying to get out of what you earned, I'm not going to give you any extras or added punishment for having your say. Do you understand, sweetheart?"

I nodded that I did, no longer remembering what I was going to interrupt him about...

"And as for your question now, Angela Lynn,"

Damn, back to Angela Lynn again. I much prefer Angie or sweetie or dearest or sweetheart...

"... no, I wasn't making you wait as part of your punishment. I will always try to discipline as soon as I can, as close to the problem as I can. I think it links it better to what you did, for one thing, and I think the waiting would give you tummy problems and headaches and just lead to an overly emotional wife. I'm not saying there won't be times ..."

There he was, assuming again that this was going to happen again! Which made me think, did he really think I was that awful?!

"when it won''t have to be delayed, but I will do everything I can to avoid that."

"Oh. T-thank you, Jack."

Thank you?! He just about guarenteed I would be getting lots more of these, and I thanked him?! Gawd, I can't figure myself out, no wonder poor guys have trouble with us...He had a wry smile now.

"No sweetie, I was just trying to give that poor little bottom of yours a little break. But, since you think waiting is crueler, it's time for your second spanking, young lady!"

Jack stood up, and took my hand again, which was both comforting and troubling at the same time, and walked me to a corner by the tv, in the living room.

"Angela Lynn, this punishment is for all the unpaid bills, the ignoring of the late and disconnect notices, the way you got all bitchy weeks ago when I innocently asked you if everything was all right or if you needed help, the way you lied to me, by commision and ommision about our finances, and the way you got yourself in over your head, panicked, and then thought you couldn't come and tell me!"

I was both shocked, and happy, that he seemed to have grasped and articulated Why I had gotten into trouble even better than I had understood, or that I was at least willing to admit to myself. Amazing how often other people are able to see what we are unwilling or unable to face.

"Now, back in the corner, and do you remember what I told you was going to happen if you turn or come out before I tell you this time?"

And I knew by his tone that this wasn't a rhetorical question. And I most certainly did know!

"Yes sir," Damn, there was that sir again! But then again, I had often used sir and ma'am with daddy and momma when I was in trouble, especially spanking trouble. Maybe that had something to do with it."...i-if I don't listen and come out or turn, t-then I'm going to get a-another spanking. Sir."

"Good. Now, this time, I want you to really, and I mean really, think about why you are there."

Big sniffle.... "yes dear...I will."

And I did.Unlike my first cornertime, which, amazingly enough, when I stopped to think about it, was only a little better than an hour ago, this time I didn't spend the time feeling sorry for myself (well, I did a little, but not that much...) but rather thought about everything I was supposed to think about.

It was amazing, sorry, using that word a lot, but it was, how much my attitude was already changing. Not that I was willing to admit that spanking as discipline was something that I wanted to keep in our marriage once this was all over.

And I heard Jack moving around behind me, and then I thought of something else, something that really worried me. Enough that I bit my lip, not sure if asking Jack a question while in the corner, without permision, was considered a spanking offense, or not.But, finally, desperation made me ask, politely of course.

"Jack, honey, may I ask a question?" And that was said while I my nose was still facing the wall.

"Yes?" Noncommittal, stern, I knew I was treading on dangerous ground here, that yes I could, but, it had better be something he thought non frivolous, or my bottom was going to pay again!

"I-it's just that I'm pretty sure that you are going to use something besides your hand, for my, s-spanking, an, and I wanted to ask another favor, sir."

The sirs just seemed to be flowing out...

"Yes?"

Close my eyes, take a breath, and just go for it,girl!

"Well dear, I was wondering, if please, don't use the paddle I got, uh,you know, the one for..."

"The one you got for your good girl spankings. Yes, I know the one. And yes Angie, that sounds like a reasonable request. That paddle will never be used for a discipline spanking, sweetheart, I understand."

"Thank you, Jack."

And that was said quietly, but very gratefully. Because I knew he did undertstand. The paddle in question wasn't anything special, it was one of those silly tourist type paddles so often found at tourist traps around the midwest, south and southwest. With the sayings like Heat for the Seat, or For the Little Deer with the Bear Behind. Well, we had a paddle like that growing up, that my sisters and cousins and I had felt way too many times.And not long after I had confessed to Jack about my hidden desires, I was driving along, and on a whim, stopped at one of those roadside tourist traps, and in the back, had seen a paddle that was like that one I had grown up with."Board of Education. For Best Results, Apply Firmly and Frequently to Her Seat of Learning!"

I blushed, walked back and forth, but eventually took it in hand, and paid the smiling motherly clerk, blushing the entire time!Giving it to Jack was almost as hard, but the spankings he gave me with it were sensational, hard, but not too hard, just like I had always fantasized a boyfriend in HS giving to me.... but this was So much better, and the way he stopped the spanking to touch me, and the way he comforted me in ways I had no idea or concept of back then... well, I didn't want that changed.

So I was most thankful to my loving husband. And I made a note to tell him that, in the thank you portion of my post spanking punishment.

This time, when Jack called me out of the corner, not sure how long, forever, but it always seems like that, my attitude was how it should have been the first time, I had thought of why I was there, and why I was going to get spanked, what I had done wrong, why it was wrong, and what I was going to do different to keep this from happening again.

And there was a little smile on Jack's face as he told me he was proud of me, that that was exactly what he expected out of corner time. And then he gave me a sweet loving little kiss on the forehead, but with all the emotions flowing through me, it meant so much.

And then he took me by the hand, and instead of taking me back upstairs, he led me to the couch, and before he sat down, I realized what implement I was going to be feeling this time, as I watched my husband unbuckle his heavy, smooth, black leather work belt and peel it from his jeans, tossing the sheath for his bucktool to the side....

love,
Angie