True Story....

The baby was fed and sleeping deeply in his crib. All of the children of the house were now sound asleep. The laundry was in the drier and the dishes were all tucked into the dishwasher. Measha stood in the living room watching a television show as she picked up the last few toys off of the floor as TJ had requested as he had finished the dishes. When the room was picked up TJ made sure all of the blinds were closed and turned off the kitchen light off. Measha felt her stomach roll over as he walked into the living room and sat on the couch.

“Turn around,” he said when she didn’t turn to acknowledge his presence. She took a deep breath and turned to look at him. “Now, why are we here, again?” he asked her and she felt herself bite her lower lip before she could stop herself. No matter how tough she had acted, when there was a spanking looming over her she felt her innards turn and she had a hard time keeping her eyes on her husband.

“Please don’t make me say it, we both know why,” she tried not to whine.

“I don’t care. I asked you a question,” he said firmly. She took another deep breath.

“Because I was disrespectful. I stomped away from you last night and I was mean this morning to you. I was giving you attitude and I just…well…I’ve been acting really bad lately.” She finished listing her sins wondering if he had even heard her she was speaking so softly.

“I haven’t been this disappointed in you in a long time,” he nodded. “Lay on the floor.” He directed. She gave him a puzzled look, as she was used to being across his lap for her spankings. She lay on the floor and he smiled, “No, on your belly”. She reluctantly turned over. “Pull up your nightgown,” he instructed and she pulled her peach cotton nightgown up over her hips, but left her panties on. He hadn’t said to remove them, and she wasn’t going to offer it. She heard him behind her move off of the couch and felt him kneeling beside her, she didn’t dare look at him. She was afraid she would lose her nerve and run for the bathroom if she looked up at him.

They had talked earlier about her behavior. He had explained that he was very disappointed in her, and that there was trust that needed to be rebuilt. When they had started on the DD path they had come to an agreement that if there was a punishment earned but no way to deliver there would be other options to them. TJ would either give her an assignment such as writing lines or an essay of sorts or TJ would simply delay the punishment but inform Measha that he had not forgotten but for whatever reason could not deliver at that time. When Measha had stomped off when he tried to give her an assignment because he was not up to a spanking that night she had gone back on their agreement. He was disappointed in her for that and felt he could not trust her to accept her punishments as he deemed fit.

Measha was a bundle of nerves laying on the floor like that with him kneeling beside her scolding her now for her misdeeds. He had said the punishment would be long and she wondered how long, how painful, and wished she hadn’t been such a witch that morning to him. She hadn’t heard him go into the drawers in the kitchen earlier so she was completely caught off guard when she felt the plastic scraper crash into her bottom. She stiffened in response and tried not to yell out, not wanting to wake the kids sleeping soundly upstairs.

“You will learn to control your temper!” he scolded as he spanked her right cheek repeatedly each stroke of the scraper harder then the last. She was squirming and trying to keep still but she was finding it more difficult as the spanking continued. She felt each new sting burn her flesh and she whimpered when she felt him tug at her panties and felt them being pushed aside so he could spank her bare bum. She wiggled more and more as he continued scolding and spanking her.

“I haven’t been this disappointed in so long! And this is the second time this week we’ve had to address your attitude!” he was scolding. She tried hard to lift herself out of the pain she was feeling. She tried to concentrate on the conversation on the television but each slap brought her mind back to what was happening to her.

“Please…Please” she begged. “Give me a minute” she tried to sit up, but he held her down with his hand on her bottom and delivered a series of quick swats to her bottom.

“What? Be nice to you after the way you behaved? Where you being nice when you snapped at me, when you stomped away from me, when you swore at me?” he asked with a harsh tone that tore at her heart. She had truly upset him, no she had disappointed him. She didn’t know what hurt more, the spanking or that fact. He gave her a moment to catch her breath then continued on, not stopping as he brought the spatula down on her bottom repeatedly.

Her bottom was completely on fire when he moved his aim to her thighs. She tried to keep in place, tried to stop wiggling, but the sting was so intense she found herself kicking her legs trying to protect her bottom from the spanking. “Keep your legs down!” he slapped her thighs hard.

“It hurts soo much!” she cried out trying to wiggle from side to side to avoid his blows. He would not be deterred however and simply pushed her back into position.

“It’s only been 3 minutes. We’ve barely started!” he said as he continued to hold her down and spank her. She wiggled and kicked. “Stop kicking or I will tie your feet together!” he threatened as he began on her thighs again and again the sting was too much. “That’s it!” he said and stood up. She heard him rummaging through his room, through the drawers in the kitchen then he walked past her to go upstairs.

“No, I’m sorry! I won’t kick..please no!” she begged.

“Don’t you move!” he warned as he disappeared up the stairs. He came down only a moment later and laid a long wooden paddle, one that she had thought he had long forgotten about, next to her and she groaned loudly. She then spotted the white rope in his hands, it was a soft rope, one they used when they played in the bedroom but a rope none the less.

“Please..I won’t move.. I swear it!” she pleaded. “Please,” she begged claiming that she was scared. But he knew her better, knew that if she was really scared she would have stood up and told him, that she wouldn’t have put her legs together for him.

“You said that before,” he shook his head as he began to tie her ankles together. She cried inwardly as she felt the rope slip between her feet, and knew he was tying it with a knot she wouldn’t easily escape from.

She had thought that she would be freaking out if he had tied her up like that. He had threatened before but had never followed through with it, but she found herself oddly calmed. The fact that she couldn’t kick her legs made her feel about more secure in a way. She wasn’t scared at all, she knew he would never do anything to harm her, knew that she deserved what was happened, and tried to concentrate on the situation.

TJ picked up the wooden paddle and before she could brace herself she felt it crash into her bottom. He was relentless now, bringing it down again and again giving very little reprieves between blows. She stiffened with each stroke, and grunted loudly. She could feel the tears inside her but they would not come out, she wished they would give her a release that she was looking for. She continued to beg him, to apologize, and to wiggle from side to side as the spanking went on for what seemed forever.

Finally he gave her one last hard slap of the paddle, and just when she thought he was done he picked up the scrapper and gave her another round of that implement before he sat back on his knees. “Are we going to have to do this again?”

“No, Sir,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.

“You know what you did was very wrong,” he stated laying the paddle on her burning bottom.

“Yes, Sir,” she again whispered

“You know that if this happens again the spanking will be worse. You know better then this. You will speak to me with respect. You will obey me. And you will NOT stomp away from me ever!” he gave her a hard slap and then said “Ok..get up,” he said and she rolled over and sat up.

He opened his arms and pulled her into his chest. “You know I love you, right?” he asked as he always did after spanking her.

“I know. I love you, too” she sighed and buried her face in his chest. After a few moments of snuggling she sat back on her feet, that he had untied.

“How’s your butt?” he asked wickedly and she stared at him. “It’s fine isn’t it!” he accused with some dissappiointment. “I swear you have a steel ass!” and he kissed her on her forehead.

“No, its hot as hell…but I’m not really sitting we’ll see how it is later,” she said coyly and he took her upstairs.

Measha laid in bed thinking over the spanking and her actions and she still felt a lot of regret. She had asked TJ to please give her the assignment that she didn’t take but he felt the spanking had been enough and she would have to trust him. She of course did, not wanting to disappoint him anymore.

The next morning Measha was at the gym and when it came time to do her weight training she realized just how skilled he had become in his spanking technique. She squirmed a bit on the seats trying to find a spot that wasn’t quite so sore. She smiled to herself when she was changing in the locker room and saw that her bottom still had a red tint to it. She instantly picked up her cell and sent a text to TJ letting him know, knowing it would make him grin, and then headed off to work, glad that she didn’t have a job that required a lot of sitting.