As bad or worse than I feared

[paddledgirl1962]

I sat all day, waiting for the dreaded spanking he told me I would get when he came home. It had been YEARS since he had given me an acutal disciplinary spanking and I STILL remembered it. The hot, swollen, red bottom, not being able to sit, the struggling and begging, the sobbing. All in all it was NOT an experience I was looking forward too, although surely did deserve. When I heard his car pull into the garage, my nerves really went wild. The last time had just gotten his hand and the paddle, this time, the paddle, strap and brush were all laid on the table, and I was quite sure he planned to use them all. He walked in the door, looked at me and told me to bring everthing up stairs. I did so, following meekly, knowing better than to argue. In the bedroom, he sat on the side of the bed and told me to take off my jeans and get over his knee. Tears formed in my eyes as I stepped out of them and laid over his lap. He quickly pinned my wrists and laid into my tender bottom with his large hard hand. In no time at all I was squirming and sqeaking. When my bottom was good and stinging, he let go of my hands and told me to stand up and take my panties off. I did so, feeling the sting as they brushed my warm pink cheeks.

He then did something he's never done before, he told me to stand in the corner, with my hands on my head. He sat watching me, telling me how much he loved me, but that he was not going to tolerate my attitude or my flirting. After about 10 minutes or so, he told me to turn and face him. My eyes got huge when he told me to bend over and grab my ankles as he picked up the paddle. I tried to beg and plead, but the only response was a brusque "NOW MISSY" When I was in position he told me that he was going to give me 25 swats with each, with a 15 minute corner time break in between and that I was to count off each swat. GOD I never thought counting to 25 could be so hard. I was gasping and panting and sobbing when he finished. Again I felt his eyes on my bottom as I stood in the corner. When he told me to turn back around, he had the hairbrush in his hand. Again, he told me to bend over and grab my ankles and count. I was only able to get to 15 before I began crying too hard to count. He then pulled me back to the bed and laid me over his knees again. I KNOW he gave me more than 25 more swats, by now my ass was on fire, and my sit spot felt swollen to 3 times its normal size. He sent me back to the corner again, where I stood sobbing like a child and dancing from toe to toe. When he told me to face him for the final 25 he had pulled my desk chair into the center of the room, and told me to bend over the back and hold the seat. I was howling and sobbing and dancing as the belt bit into my cheeks and sit spot, and and didnt even try to count. When he finally stopped, he laid the belt on the bed, and told me he loved me, but next time would be even worse.

[rayzstrap]

I enjoyed reading about your discipline session. Did you deserve more than your husband gave you?

[f_deserves_the-paddle]

goodness what did you do to deserve this? Loved reading about it, more please!