What are you talking about, Korey? You’ve been so good, lately! How can you earn THREE spankings in 24 hours?!
Actually… I haven’t been that good this month. I’ve gotten a spanking here and there, I just didn’t write a blog about it. Trust me, if I wrote about EVERY spanking I ever got, I’d begin to sound tedious. Though, I must admit, I don’t think I’ve yet earned 3 decent spankings in one day before.
The second spanking of the trio was the main event, but I know ya’ll like a good lead-up.
The first spanking happened on Thursday evening, because I was cleaning and threw away a crazy blue thing I found on the counter. In my defense, it looked like an air sealer; a piece of trash—the thing you rip off of the kitty litter tub so that you can open it. It’s long and has a hole in one end. Only this one was small and blue. I SUPPOSE it was something important from one of James’ professor’s classes that he was teaching as a stand-in professor, that James was messing with and broke in half accidently. In fact, he wasn’t the first to do this. Another student was messing with it and broke it in half, but James re-broke it, and was re-gluing it back together. Which is why it was on the counter.
James is a pretty decent human being, you’re thinking. How can he spank you for throwing out something that you had every reason to think was a piece of trash?
Because I suppose he was talking to me about all this just five minutes before I got up and started to clean; I just wasn’t paying attention. I was probably trying to pay attention, mind you, only I was reading my computer screen, and although sometimes I convince myself otherwise, I can’t read and listen at the same time.
Anyway, it didn’t look good when he walked by and saw the blue thing in the trash. He was confused, and wondered if he threw it away accidentally, or if it had gotten knocked off the counter unintentionally. He asked if I put it in the trash, and I said, “Yeah. That blue thing? It’s in the trash.” Because, again, I was not listening to the story, AND he doesn’t like me throwing away stuff when I don’t even know what it is.
He called me into the kitchen, and told me to take off my pants. As I was arguing that is LOOKED like garbage, he tugged down my jeans and panties in a swoop and bent me over the counter. Then, to add insult to injury, he took off MY belt (which I guess makes sense, because James doesn’t wear pants too large for him so he doesn’t wear belts very often), and started to spank me with it.
I don’t really like belts, and I’ll tell you why: they’re really hard to aim. And you can feel the aiming struggle on your tush. So, since James was standing on my left side, the worst of each spank was mostly on the far right side of my right cheek. It was only 10 strokes, but still—there were nine strokes in one area. Until the 10th stroke.
OH, GOD. THE 10th STROKE. That landed on the inside of my left thigh, somehow. There’s still a welt, nearly 48 hours after the event.
TIP OF THE DAY: Try your best to get your husband/spanker to NOT spank the inner thigh area. The thigh area is what stories refer to as “Delicate Flesh”. And I don’t think spanking bruises are very sexy. Refer to the picture below:
See? Bruises aren’t incredibly hot. To me. Some people like them. Some people like going on those Russian Woodshed sites, too. But I think they’re scary.
Come on, Korey. Where’d this 2nd spanking go?
I’m saving it until the end for dramatic effect.
So; my workout ball, for some reason, pries the paint away from the wall where I put it every day. I don’t know why it does this. Weird latex on the ball/weak wall paint, who knows? I keep putting it on the same spot because I figure I’m going to have to repaint that spot, anyway. UNFORTUNATELY, James didn’t quite agree with my way of thinking. He happened to move my ball away from its normal spot just last night, and he was shocked when he saw the paint peeling away from the ball. He was noticing this for the first time, since he never uses the ball. He informed me about it, expecting me to be equally surprised.
I was not surprised by the news. I’d noticed two months ago that it was doing that. Of course, my lack of a surprised expression let loose the fact that I knew about it and was allowing it to continue, without mentioning it to James or doing anything to remedy the problem. So, my pants were back down for the second time in one evening. Luckily, he just used his hand, but my bottom was already totally swollen from spanking number two. However, after spanking number two, the last thing I expected was to be back across his knee only hours after the event.
*Cough Cough*. Spanking Two?
Alright, alright. So, I’m just sitting on my computer when I get a Skype message. James and I met over the internet, and we still really enjoy IMing each other during work. So, you get to read a conversation between us, that he began as soon as I got off the phone with a friend. As you may know, James is helping me get to my goal weight by making sure I exercise every day and making me keep a food journal. But… I haven’t been keeping it for a while, especially since I took ill. But, now that I’m mostly healed, I get this message:
James: I have to go to another meeting at 3:00, but we need to discuss something first. Let me have your full attention for a few minutes.
James: Go and get your food journal off the counter.
James: When was the last time you wrote anything in it?
Korey: When my neck went out.
James: I looked this morning, and the last day you had anything written down was March 2nd.
James: Is that correct?
Korey: Let me check.
Korey: You’re right. The 2nd. But I got that cough and stuff… After which, I probably dropped doing it.
James: March 2nd was the Monday before this one. You were still up and around without any major problem at least until that Wednesday, because we went to watch a movie over at Chris and Miranda’s place.
Korey: I don’t remember. I’m sorry; I don’t know why I stopped doing it. I was just assuming it was the cough, since normally I was good for a long time of writing in it when I was healthy.
James: But moreover, while I completely understand that you couldn’t work out while your neck was having problems, there is no reason you shouldn’t have still been keeping your food journal. You were still eating during that time. I would have been more than willing to help, bring it to you, whatever you wanted. But even with that in mind, I still wouldn’t have had a big problem if you had forgotten it on a couple of the days where you were doing really badly. But there is no excuse at all for you just not doing it for 10 days.
James: I didn’t check until now, because I assumed you were still doing it, since you even mentioned it in your blog entry.
Korey: You’re right; I haven’t been doing it. I’m sorry, honey.
James: I am not angry at you, sweetie. I love you very much, but I’m going to make sure you remember from now on. Forgetting one day, especially when you are sick, is not a big issue. Forgetting for 10 days is an issue, especially since we talked so much, so many times, about how we were going to try some things differently for a month. Of course the working out part isn’t your fault, but the food journal is your responsibility. I know you didn’t disobey me on purpose, but that isn’t the point. We have had this same discussion at least three or four times now, about other things, including your prior food journal on the Livestrong website and eating your yogurt.
Korey: You’re right. I’m sorry.
James: You need to take whatever action you need to take in order to remember each day. If that means you set a daily alarm for a certain time to remind you, that is fine. Other people do that, it is very easy with a cell phone. Or you can use a calender with check boxes, or whatever else you want. But it is something you need to take responsibility for.
Korey: I’ll figure out a way to remember it.
James: I’m discussing this with you on Skype rather than in person for three reasons. One, as you’ve said before, I’m stricter on Skype, and I need to be strict about this. Two, it lets me write out what I want to say, and think about it for a second, before sending it to you.
James: The third reason is that in the past, when I’ve spanked you, I’ve always told you about it right before it happened, even if I’d been planning to spank you for a few hours or more. I do this because I don’t want you to spend the whole day thinking about it.
Korey: Honey, just give me another chance one more time. I’ll do the food journal.
James: However, it might be useful for you to have a couple of hours to think about why you are being spanked, so you aren’t still in the process of trying to argue your way out of it when it actually happens.
James: There is no point in arguing with me about this sweetie. I only asked you about it because I wanted to make sure you hadn’t started using some other journal, or writing it in a Word document, or something like that.
Korey: I really think that if you give me another chance, you won’t have to spank me. I’ll do just as good without one.
James: I didn’t tell you this morning because I didn’t want you to have to worry about it all day.
James: Sweetie, you are going to get a spanking, this issue of you forgetting to do things we both agree you need to do has gone on too long.
James: I’m telling you now because I want you to be able to have a little time to think about why you are going to be spanked.
James: I will be home around 5:00. We’ll take care of your spanking then, so it won’t get in the way of us enjoying the rest of the evening.
Korey: Please, honey. I’ll do better. What do you want me to say?
James: There is nothing I expect you to say, sweetie. I decided on the way to work this morning that I was going to spank you.
James: I do want you to do two things, however.
James: The first is, you will come up with a plan for how this will not happen in the future. That could be a cell phone alarm, calendar, whatever it is that you want. But I want you to know what it will be, and I want you to write your plan down on a piece of paper.
Korey: I’ll make an alarm on my outlook calendar. I don’t have to write it down–I’m writing it right now.
James: Second, you will be ready for your spanking when I get home. This is part of your punishment. I’ll text message you when I’m about 5 minutes away, so you have time to get ready.
James: Sweetie, I don’t think you are understanding that I’m quite serious about this. You need to stop arguing, or this will be a much longer spanking than it is already going to be.
James: You will write it down, on a piece of paper, which will be on the bed when I get home.
James: Next to the paper will be the paddle (which is currently in your sock drawer), and one of my belts from the closet.
James: You will be in only your panties, in the corner of the room.
James: I’m going to try to be a little more formal about this, so that you get the message this time.
James: This will be at least the fourth spanking I’ve given you for something like this, and each time previously you’ve told me you would make sure to remember from now on. This time I’m going to make sure you take me seriously.
Korey: Honey, isn’t the paddle a little too harsh? I have a very low pain tolerance.
James: Sweetie, you know I love you very much, and I am not going to leave you black and blue or anything like that. However, you need to understand that I’m not going to want argument about this.
James: I have to go to the meeting. I love you very much. I will be home between 4:30 and 5:00. I’ll text message you when I’m about 5 or 10 minutes away, so make sure your phone is on.
So, needless to say, my internet begging didn’t work. I only have two weapons to use against a spanking. One of my weapons, James said, is acting sad, and the second is acting like James is being unreasonable and/or mean by spanking me over what I consider to be little stuff. In person, I’m quite good at wielding both of these weapons, and both of them together are a powerful combination, which is why I don’t get spanked nearly as often as I otherwise might. So, James was trying “Skype Sentencing” to carry out a pre-spanking lecture without getting taken down by my weapons. It is much harder for my sad face and my “Aren’t you being mean James?” tone to work in a text based format.
Long before James got home, I cleaned the house (thinking that a dirty one will make my punishment worse), and laid out one of his belts (the thinnest one) and the… paddle (Grumble. And if you want to know WHY I’m grumbling, read my post about the new paddle.) and I write down what my plan is for remembering the food journal on a piece of paper and lay out everything on the bed.
It’s actually quite good that I had all that laid out beforehand, because I never got James’ text message—sometimes those things don’t get through, even though he showed me later on his phone that he sent one. When I heard him pull up in the driveway, I quickly rushed into the bedroom and took off all my clothes and stood in the corner in just my panties. It’s cold outside—about 60 degrees, and I was shivering next to the window in the corner I chose to stand in.
James came in and thanked me for doing everything I was supposed to, and called me out of the corner to stand in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He asked me if I understood why I was being spanked, and I told him I did. I didn’t argue like I normally do—that would only make it worse, and I was hoping that he would keep my panties on for my good behavior. And when he pulled me over his knee, I thought I’d be so lucky. But after he spanked me a few times with his hand, he ended up pulling down my panties nonetheless.
Right after, of course, the spanking felt a whole lot worse. Although panties are thin, they seem to do a lot as far as the sting of each blow is concerned.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I don’t take a spanking gracefully. I cry, I try to struggle, I kick; he always has to grab my wrists to keep me from trying to cover myself and has to position one of his legs over mine so I don’t kick too much or try to wriggle onto my side.
Soon, though, the first portion of my spanking is over and he sends me back into the corner. He leaves the room to get a drink—he just wants me to think about what’s about to happen, why I’m in this position—in the corner, naked, with an already red bottom.
When he comes back into the room, he tells me to lie on the bed on my back.
This is not a good sign. I have the strongest feeling that he’s not going to have sex with me, since we never have sex during or right after a discipline spanking. So, laying on my back will only be unpleasant.
I knew what he was thinking, too. He planned to belt me while holding my legs up in the air, making sure that he won’t belt me too high on my butt. However—when your legs are up in the air, your skin on your butt tightens, and you feel like any cushion your chub might give you is gone—because it is. This position makes your ass as tight as any super model. There’s only muscle.
So I started freaking out, even before he started, and James, I’m sure, felt bad. I mean, I was hyperventilating. He gave me a few stripes with the belt, and then he stopped for a bit to comfort me and calm me down before he continued. He kissed my forehead and said something like “Sweetie, I know this stings a lot, and it is going to sting a lot more, but remember it is just a spanking. Everything is going to be ok, I just want to make sure this is the last time I have to spank you for this.” I calmed down a little, and he eventually continued, and there were about 20 stripes in all. And then I was back in the corner. By now, I was shivering, crying, and not in a good state. Mostly because I knew it wasn’t over yet. Just thinking about that paddle made me shake uncontrollably and start to sob.
The paddle was a little different this time. It’s thinner than it was earlier—probably even by a forth of an inch—and lighter. James sanded it down because it was so heavy.
I was in quite a state by the time he pulled me back over his knee. He smacked me once—and the sharp pain immediately brought a stream of tears to my eyes. I didn’t try to run away; I just turned and gripped my arms around James and begged. But he had already quite made up his mind about giving me at least three swats. And three swats I got—the effect of them stayed much longer than invited; past the next spanking that day and well into the night. James took me to dinner and the movies afterwards, but my bottom just tingled with a numbing pain all the while.
Needless to say; I’m getting back into the food journal. This ended up being such a debacle; I’d prefer never to repeat it. And I suggest no one ever do anything that brings “paddling” into your husband’s mind. If James hadn’t already spanked me about stuff like this three times already it wouldn’t have been quite as bad, and it wasn’t as bad as it will be next time, if there has to be a next time for this issue, or so James has threatened.
Such is a day in the life of a spanked wife.