Last night Mitch found out about something I had done that was against the rules. We were watching tv at the time, and when he found out, he immediately told me to bend over for a spanking. (more…)
I’d been doing pretty well for the past while with only maintenance spankings. But yesterday I disobeyed and was immediately sent to the bedroom.
When I got the third spanking I had earned, my butt was so sore that I couldn’t walk without wincing. I stayed in my room on my tummy until Mitch called me out to the living room.
I just finished getting my second spanking for my behaviour while Mitch was gone. I was not expecting it to hurt as much as it did.
I was laying on my tummy when Mitch came in with the spoon in his hand, and told me it was time for my second spanking. He slipped my bottoms off and tossed them aside. He told me to stay put, and raised the spoon.
Normally I get a hand spanking for a warm up, but this time he went right to the spoon. My butt was still red and sore from the spanking two hours earlier, and the wooden spoon stung like crazy.
Within 15 smacks, I was blubbering all over again. Mitch kept me still and scolded me for not taking it like a big girl. Mitch knows I get embarrassed when he says things like that, which only adds to the punishment.
Before I had been smacked 30 times, I was sobbing and apologizing profusely. My bum felt like it was being shredded by the wooden spoon. I got another 10 sharp smacks and then was told to get on all fours with my head down and bum up.
As I stayed in that position, Mitch scolded me for acting like a child. I shamefully stayed there with my stinging bottom up in the air, knowing he could see everything.
He instructed me to stay there for ten minutes, and when it was over, he hugged me and told me that everything was alright. I snuggled into him and rubbed my behind.
I’m almost due to receive my third now. I sure am regretting disobeying him while he was gone….
I’m laying on my tummy right now with a very sore bottom As I said in my last entry, Mitch was away for 2 weeks, and any bad behaviour that happened while he was gone was to be dealt with when he got back. Hence why my bottom is so sore.
I did 5 spankable things, and so I got 5 spankings. Each of them were 2 hours apart. I got the first one right after he got home. He greeted me with a hug and kiss, and then gently guided me to the bedroom.
He sat on the bed and looked at me without saying anything. I could see how disappointed he was. My eyes teared up as he began to remind me of our rules. He asked me to take all of my clothes off and bend over.
I was surprised because he hasn’t asked me to take all my clothes off before, but I knew better than to argue. Once my clothes were off, I bent over his lap, feeling incredibly exposed.
Mitch spread my legs slightly, and I knew that he could see everything. His hand came down on my bum with a loud smack. I squirmed on his lap. It hurt more than I remembered. I was whimpering and sniffling before he was even done with the hand spanking.
He lifted me up and told me to lay flat on the bed with my legs spread.
“It hurts more because you haven’t been spanked in a while, sweetheart.” Mitch said gently as he rubbed my stinging backside.
“Mhm” I mumbled and buried my face in the pillow.
“You knew that you would be spanked if you misbehaved, Courtney. And you know that you need to be spanked because otherwise you don’t learn.” Mitch continued. “I want you to take your spanking like a big girl.”
I nodded and gripped the blankets tightly. I felt the leather paddle land on my right cheek, then my left. After ten swats my bum was stinging, and I was already crying. I tried really hard to be obedient and keep my legs spread for him while he carried out my punishment. I couldn’t help squirming a bit though.
He held me in place and continued swatting my bum for another ten minutes or so. I was sobbing, apologizing, and begging for him to stop spanking me. He just kept on telling me to let it out but to take it like a big girl.
Once my bum was thoroughly red and stinging, he told me to lift my bum in the air and think about why I was just spanked like a child. I did as he asked, crying into the blankets as my bum stayed on display. Mitch lectured me more and then went to grab the wooden spoon.
I whimpered and begged him not to use it. He pulled me over his lap and spread my legs. He held me firmly and smacked my right cheek three times, then my left. I closed my legs and squealed. He spread them apart again and gave me 5 smacks on each inner thigh.
I sobbed into the blankets as he spanked me quickly with the wooden spoon.
Then it was over and Mitch was holding me and kissing my forehead. I certainly felt like a naughty little girl, and I knew that in two hours, we would do it all over again.
Two hours is almost up, and I will very shortly be getting my next punishment.
Yesterday my parents came over to visit. Some touchy subjects were brought up, and tension was building up. I was getting increasingly frustrated with them and eventually I just got fed up and got kind of irate with them.
They left soon after, and as soon as they did, Mitch firmly told me to go to the room. (more…)
I have to say that today was extremely embarrassing. I just want to hide in my room forever and never come out.
Let me explain. Today we invited a few close friends over for dinner. Everything was fine until right before dinner, when I made a few stupid comments that I shouldn’t have. Mitch had given me a warning look, but I still didn’t stop.
“Courtney.” Mitch cleared his throat and stood up. “May I have a word with you in private?”
I froze instantly at his tone. I silently followed him out of the kitchen. He led me into the bedroom and closed the door behind us.
Without a word, Mitch bent me over the bed and lifted up my skirt. We both knew exactly what was about to happen, and that it was well deserved. I knew arguing wouldn’t help, but tried anyway.
“Please…I’m sorry. Can we do this later?” I looked up at Mitch pleadingly. “Please not while they’re here.”
Mitch ignored me and pulled my panties down to my knees.
“Mitch stop, please. They’ll hear us.”
“And now they will know you get spanked like a little girl.”
I felt the familiar wooden spoon come down on my bare ass. I flinched and kept in position. He smacked my backside while scolding me for the comments I had made and for continuing even though I knew he wasn’t happy.
I squeezed my eyes shut with embarrassment as I thought about what our friends were thinking. Mitch, seemingly reading my mind, told me to focus on my punishment, and not on my friends.
The smacks got harder and louder. I started to squirm and gave my best effort not to make a sound.
“Courtney, this wouldn’t have happened if you had watched your mouth. You know better than that, and you know what to expect when you misbehave. It’s your own fault that your bum is in the air getting smacked for your behaviour. ”
His words stung almost as much as the wooden spoon. He was right after all. I immediately started to cry, regretting the way I’d acted.
“Just because we have people over doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. If you act like a little girl, I will still spank you; same as always. Is this what you want? To have your skirt up and panties around your knees? I don’t want to have to do this, but you know this is the only way.” Mitch scolded me as he progressively spanked faster.
By this time I was crying my eyes out, no longer thinking about being heard.
Mitch softened his tone. “I love you honey. You’re almost done.”
I struggled to stay in position, trying to please him, and knowing this was a well deserved spanking. A few more whacks with the wooden spoon, and then it was over.
He wrapped me up in his arms and relief flooded over me. He stroked my hair and talked softly to me as he held me.
Just then I remembered our friends in the kitchen. My cheeks flushed at the thought. There was no way they hadn’t heard. It was going to be humiliating going back out there. Only one person in the kitchen knew about Mitch spanking me. I sighed at the thought of the others knowing.
“Okay Courtney, let’s go get this straightened out with them.” Mitch said, helping me up.
I followed him out to the kitchen, eyes downcast. I felt my friends stares as we came out. Thankfully Mitch explained things for me.
Mitch told them that he had just given me a disciplinary spanking for the things I’d been saying. He explained what dd was and why we decided to start using dd.
To my surprise, the reaction was the same for everyone. They all agreed that our relationship seemed better than it did before, and one of our friends told him that there were lots of times he thought I had needed a good spanking.
My cheeks were flaming hot but I didn’t feel like they were judging me at all. Once the subject was dropped, everyone carried on as if nothing had happened.
I’m kind of glad that they understand, but it makes it even more embarrassing that they agree I need to be spanked too. It also worries me because now I know he’ll spank me even if we’re with people. I’m just so embarrassed that they heard me crying like a little girl with being spanked on my bare bum….
Today I was pretty moody because I didn’t sleep well last night. Mitch and I were driving to the mall in the next city over. He sensed that something was wrong and asked me about it, but I ignored the question and looked out the window. (more…)
I’ve been told by several people that they think I need more than just one maintenance spanking a week. I tend to get punished frequently, and the only thing that seems to deter me from misbehaving is if I have a recently spanked bottom. I wasn’t terribly excited about the idea of having to pull down my pants every single evening for a quick spanking with the wooden spoon, but they made a valid argument.
I mentioned it to Mitch and he said he thought it was a good idea. Then he decided that I was going to get a maintenance spanking right then. He asked me to grab the wooden spoon and wait in the room.
Mitch came in and told me that it was going to be quick but hard. He pulled down my pjs and told me to lay down on my back with my legs up. He told me I would get 20 smacks on each cheek. He held my legs up and spanked me hard and fast.
I usually have a high pain tolerance but without a warmup spanking, I was just about in tears by the time he was done. He gave a couple smacks to my thighs and then hugged me tightly, reminding me I wasn’t in trouble and that it was just a reminder to be good.
I sort of wish I hadn’t mentioned it to him but in hindsight, it probably will help me to behave better.
Well the spanking was the worst I’ve ever gotten so far. When Mitch came home we went to the store and got a big heavy wooden spoon to keep in the car. I was in big trouble and I knew it. We drove to a private spot and he pulled me over his lap and pulled my pants down almost immediately. I knew I deserved what was coming. He was most upset that I had been moody with him, although I was going to get spanked for several other things as well. (more…)