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Redhinney
New member
Username: Redhinney
Post Number: 25
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - 09:41 am: | 
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Return to School Part 2
I believe that this event became a big turning point in our marriage and in our lives. Yes I am a spanked wife. I have never regretted being one because I know that it was always done to help reach for the stars when I thought I could only get the tree tops. As you read this story I hope you will see the great love there is between my husband and I.
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Taking a deep breath I turn and come over to you. No matter how I try to control them, tears that have been filling my eyes for the last several minutes start to fall. “I sorry please I don’t need to punished, I’ll never do it again, please I don’t want to be spanked. I don’t need to be spanked it’s not necessary, I would do it again”
“I know don’t want it little girl and I know you wouldn’t do it again but you deserve it and I feel that a good long hard spanking is necessary and that is exactly what you are going to get.”
One more time I beg you to please reconsider. “I learned my lesson, I am so sorry, I will never let you down again, please nooooo” I beg you but you are firm in your decision
“Little girl I figure that the price of your tuition breaks down to $300 for each time a class meets. So tonight you will get 300 swats, 150 with the hairbrush, 100 with the paddle and 50 with the belt. Come on get in position” as you pat your lap.
“Pleasssse I don’t know if I can take it please not that many and not hard. Please reconsider I wouldn’t be able to stand it.”
“Well you should have thought about that before, come on now don’t make me come get you because you know will happen than”
Almost shuffling across the room towards you, you can actually feel the tension in the room. All of sudden the air feels heavy. I begin to breath heavy sweat is starting to bead up on my forehead, my feet feel like lead weights.
“Come on little girl, you can drag your feet all night but you will get what you deserve and need”
I look at you for the first time since you entered the room. My eyes pleading for you to have mercy on me but the look on your face say it all. I begin to knee but lost my balance and you take my hand “It’s ok once this over it will be all behind us.” I try to answer you put your fingers to my mouth and shake your head no. I don’t need to say anything else you already know what I am going to say just as I know what your answerers will be. Once again, I plead with my eyes. You just shake your head no ever so slightly but enough for me to know nothing will change between us.
You move your hand to my lower back. With a little pressure you help ease me over your knee. The silent is broken “Remember, the rules, if your hands try to cover your butt I will start all over.” Your hands are rubbing by bare skin so softly that is feels as if your hands are whispering to me. The sensation is enough to make me think that you have a change of mind, that you have decided that the events of the last hour were enough.
“Sorry little one but you know that you need this, once it is over you will feel better
“Yes I know”
“Ok tell me what you did wrong and ask for what you deserve”
I want to scream where have you been for the last hour? Did your mind have a brain fart? Is anyone at home in that brain of yours? Quickly I think OK you are in enough trouble don’t say anything more. I did tell you that my mouth has been known to have a brain of it’s own that doesn’t always talk to my main brain. Anyone else in my place would have answered the question without even thinking any of this stuff. Once this is over I am going to have a brain scan because there is something every wrong with my thinking patterns.
Reality set in as I sense a change in the stoking and petting on my bottom. SLAP “Little girl tell me what you did and ask for what you deserve.”
Sobbing more from stress than pain “I let you down, I did keep my end of the bargain up I doubt that you wouldn’t understand that I was so stressed out that the thought of going to class was just to overwhelming. I let myself down put more importantly I let you down and I portrayed your trust, a trust that you gave without any questions. I am really sorry and I deserve to be punished as you seem fit.
Without a single word I feel you hands come down on my bottom like rain. One after another with no pauses in between.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, each slap harder than the last and each slap landing in a new place. My entire rear end is feeling the heat.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, the punishment continues.
At least 20 times I feel you hand make contact with my bottom. I am sobbing big jerky breaths and my tears are falling with abandonment. You stop tell me to take a deep breath. “Your checks are a very nice shade of pink this should work as a warm up. Get up little one and lean over the foot board.”
Warm up!!!!!. If that was a warm up how am I going to get thru the whole punishment? I move slowly and as I set to get on the bed I hear “No rubbing get your hands away from you butt or all 300 will be with the belt. OK I don’t need to be told twice. I position myself on the foot board as instructed. You come over and make the needed adjustments, pulling my legs wider apart causing me to arch my back thrusting my butt farther in the air. Now you have a complete view of both my redden behind and my bald pussy. I can feel the cool breeze made by the over head fan. The silent and tension is so thick the only sound I hear is my own breathing.
“Little one I am going to begin now. You don’t have to count them but remember if your hands should move towards your bottom we will start over. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir I do. I will do my best to obey”
Knowing that the inevitable is about to happen, some how does not prepare me for the very first impact. The noise of the hairbrush going thru the air is deafening. When did a freight train make our bedroom a stopping point?
SLAP, OWEE, SLAP OWEE, SLAP OWEE – three in a row I could hardly catch my breath in between. My tears are falling in great big drops. “Please stop I can’t stand I, please stop I will never do anything like this again.
“I know little girl but you also know that if I stop this issue will never be over” SLAP, SLAP SLAP. The spanking continued for what seemed like hours. The only noise you heard was the sound made by the hair brush moving thru the air and meeting my bottom and my crying. Half way thru you pause, “I’m afraid that your rear end is going to be very sore tomorrow”
“Please I learned my lesson you don’t have to do this I am soooo sorrrrry.” Your response is to continue the deed.
Somewhere around the 100th smack my crying settles into soft sniffling and hiccupping. Your pause and rub my bottom just for a moment. I realize at that moment this is just as hard on you as it is on me. The only difference is that you will be able to sit I wouldn’t. Remember that brain scan I spoke about earlier, it occurs to me I really have to get one. Here I am over my husband’s knee, getting my butt beat and I’m making jokes, albeit silently but still making jokes.
The spanking continues. SWISH, SLAP, OWEEE Please stopppp……I … can’t. You continue to spank my deeply redden bottom. The spanks are coming faster and faster several of them are hitting my sit spot over and over. Oh Yeah I am going to feel this for quite a few days. Finally as if in an act of mercy you stop. THUMP. The hairbrush falls to the floor. I feel my butt being rubbed gently. You continue this until I am able to regain myself. You speak. It is as if the words are caught in your throat, almost a whisper “Little girl get up now, go to the corner.” You let out a big sigh.
Struggling to get on my feet you lift me off the foot board and walk with me to “my” corner. “Rest your head on the wall, try to take normal breaths, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Standing there I realize that no only will I get thru this but you are doing everything you can to make as easy as possible but still to make the point. My husband, the big tough cop is in pain because I’m in pain. If two people were ever suited to be together it is him and I. He takes joy in my happiness and would take away most of my pain. I’m crying not only because my butt hurts and stings but because of a deep pain. A pain that is so deep that only someone who loves me can make go away but at a big price for him as well. |
Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 231
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - 08:44 pm: |
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Red, this is hard for me to read, because of how harsh the spanking is.
I don't think I could take 50 with a hairbrush, much less all the rest.
This isn't a comment on your writing, of course, this is just out of my own comfort zone. But it sounds like you were both ok with it, so I'm glad you got what you both felt you needed.  |
Redhinney
New member
Username: Redhinney
Post Number: 31
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - 09:19 pm: |
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Pagan,
It was the harshes spanking I ever got and to be honest I really don't know how I did it. This is a true story. I can assure you that the pain to my husband was just as bad as the pain I had. As you read the story you will found that there is a real gentle side to my husband. By the way whne this was doen I don't think I sat down for 10 days and slept on my stomach for at least that long. |
Pagan
Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 233
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - 09:27 pm: |
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TEN DAYS?! OMG. 
But, but, but...it was only ONE class.
Yeah...just not for me. But hey...that doesn't mean it's not for you.
Hey, don't go by me. I had trouble writing a discipline spanking that involved TEN hard smacks with a hairbrush. And she had to risk her life to get THAT.  |
Redhinney
New member
Username: Redhinney
Post Number: 33
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - 09:43 pm: |
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Pagan,
I read you story and I think that you do a good job your writing is excellent in that you are able to make your people seem real.
Please belive me my husband only did it that one time never since. It really became a turning point for us. I do still get spanked if I mess up but now mostly they are erotic are sex or during sex spankings and they are the best by far. |
Neoserenity87
Spanko
Username: Neoserenity87
Post Number: 223
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 01, 2005 - 10:58 pm: |
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awesome Red, I think it's neat that you feel comfortable sharing your experiences. btw, I love your stories too Pagan, you are a very gifted writer.  I'm still kinda new at this stuff, but I hope that one day I'll find a "accomodating" relationship if you know what I mean.  hehehhehe
my life is a like an Iraqi box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get, and even if you did...how the hell could you read the Arabic written on the map inside the damn box?
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Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 833
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 02, 2005 - 10:57 am: |
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wow I like true stories, and I have my hubbie read them when he is home, |
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