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Redhinney
New member
Username: Redhinney
Post Number: 37
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 09:00 am: | 
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Back to school Part 3
Writing this story is very hard and very draining mostly due to the fact that I hadn’t realized until this event just how hard it is to be a spanker and to spank someone you love. For men like my husband who are trained not to let their emotions control their behavior, I believe it is harder. If anyone was to look in to our relationship they would see a big tall tough well build cop with a younger tall wife who he controls. They wouldn’t see that I willingly gave him control, that my submission to him was a gift all wrapped up with a big bow. That my very essence is his. They wouldn’t see how much emotional pain he accepts for being who he is and how he loves. What they will not see is that this control I want and need in my life.
Please enjoy and as before any comments or suggestions is very welcome.
Once again I find myself in “my” corner waiting. My breathing has become normal I have almost stopped crying all I can hear is tiny hiccups and an occasional big gulp. My butt is red and on fire. I could toast marshmallows with the heat being generated. I think again of my husband and how hard this has to be on him as well. I promise my self that I will not cry any more and I will be brave and accept the next phase of the punishment quietly. Oh yeah that is going to work I have as much chance of doing that as I have a big hole opening up and swallowing me. Why doesn’t a space ship land and just take me away. I am sure that martins like women with round red butts. I giggle to myself. Suddenly, I realize that I am standing in a corner with a flaming red butt making jokes. Never mind that brain scan just check me into the psy ward.
I hear you walking up the steps slowly coming into the room I feel you hands rubbing my back. Big giant tears start to fall as I hear you say “I will always love you no matter what.” Never mind taking me to the edge; that not only gets me there but pushes me over with a tidal wave of tears. “Baby girl I know this is hard on you, this is more than you ever had, do we continue or stop here?”
Now I know why you were downstairs so long. You need time to think what and how we should continue. I knew that there is really no choice letting out a big sob “Continue we both need to do this.”
I hear noise in the background but don’t turn around to look. What difference does it make? 100 more swats with a paddle will hurt no matter how it is done. “Come here baby girl.”
Taking a deep breath I hesitate for a minute but turn to see you sitting on the chair that is normally keep in “my” corner. Once again I start to kneel to get into position, you take my hand to guide me “Are you sure because once we start there is no stopping”
I feel you hands rubbing my back gingerly and whisper “yes” softly.
Seconds later you are rubbing my bottom with the leather paddle, I say a silent pray thanking you that you didn’t chose the 1 inch thick solid oak paddle. You move the paddle up the crevice between my checks than circle over to the left and than the right check, over my sit spot and down my upper thighs. “Baby your butt is going to be sore for several days” Before I can gather my wits about me to acknowledge you, I feel the sting, the unmistakable sting of leather hitting flesh.
Slap Slap Slap “Noooooo” The rhythm doesn’t change for what seems to be forever. The paddle is making contact fast, some of them so hard it takes my breath away. One after another they fall, some landing right on top of each other, some search out new areas, all of them stinging like I sat in a wasp nest. Each time the paddle lands I wiggle more and more, you place your arms around my waist and pull me closer to your body. Your legs trap mine so that I can’t move. Your determination to complete your task has taken over so that you have become a machine- a spanking machine not even hearing me begging or crying. Wack, Wack, Wack “I …..Don’t ….know…if ….can….take. I cannnnn’t do this Pleeeeasssssssssse.”
Suddenly you stop. You gently rub my hot butt and whisper “I’m so sorry just a few more and we are done. Take a deep breath and it will be over soon. The next ten will be harder and than we are done” The next ten fall so fast and furious that I couldn’t even catch my breath. I am totally spent laying limp over your lap. The room is strangely quite with the only sound being me whimpering and an occasional big gasping of air.
“It’s over” Again I hear the paddle hit the floor and feel you hands rubbing and massaging my checks. I hear you let out a big sigh. Then the only sound in the room is me gulping for air. You continue to rub my back softly. The pattern you are making is calming and relaxing. Your voice soft and gentle. “Get back to your center, take normal breaths, relax we have all night.” I let out a big sigh and you take me in your arms and rock me softy as you pull me into your chest. I smell your aftershave and am comforted by your scent and the pattern of your breathing. If I close my eye I can almost wash away this night and be at peace. A strange calmness comes over me and I suddenly hear you humming as you continue to rock me. “Are you OK” I shake my head yes. |
Pagan
Advanced Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 235
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 10:08 am: |
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Red, I read this through one squinted eye. 
I can see the love the two of you have for each other. I could probably take 100 with leather - far better than 150 with a hairbrush.
But not both. No, no, no. |
Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 832
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 10:50 am: |
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great one redhinney love it. what a relationship good for you  |
Make_me
New member
Username: Make_me
Post Number: 9
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 10:57 am: |
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Awww Hun, i bet your ass felt like leather after all that :o)
Thanks for sharing x x |
Redhinney
New member
Username: Redhinney
Post Number: 38
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 10:57 am: |
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Pagan,
You are so funny.
when we are at it for a long session I go to this place that allows me to take more than I ever did. I don't know what that is called but I am so very gateful that it occurs. I also am very comfortable that W will never take me so past my breaking point. He says it all the time that he doesn't want to tame me as he loves my spirit but just wants to spank sense in to me. I am truely blessed to have found him
I can tell you thst Part 4 you will be able to read with both eyes wide open. It isn't written yet but I do know what happened because I was there or at least my bottom was. |
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