Friday Afternoon Spanking

[maryfj1972]

From my WP blog: http://thedisciplineofmary.wordpress.com/

109 degrees. How is 109 degrees possible in June? Wayne would be home soon and my stomach was in knots; the butterflies were going mad. I had just gotten off the phone with his mother–hung up on her in frustration and anger is more accurate. Daddy called and told me that she called and lit into him about how disrespectful I was.

I have always gotten along with her, but we had been discussing our living arrangements and she had made a snide comment about our living together, specifically about our not being married. “Why should he marry you? You give him what he wants for free!” Granted, she’s 90 years old and has certain views on propriety, but she did it to irritate me. I told her that Wayne was old enough to make his own decisions and that she needed to mind her own business. Then I hung up on her.

When Wayne called he was furious. He is close to his mother and adores her, so for me to speak to her in that manner is unacceptable.

“You put me in an awkward position, Mary. If she says something hurtful to you, you are to tell ME and I will take care of it. You put me in a position where I cannot protect you. I’ll be home in one hour to discuss this.”

“Discuss” meant I was getting a spanking.

A few minutes later I texted, “I’m sorry,” but got no response.

When Wayne’s car pulled into the drive, the dog barked and wagged her tail. Her nails made a clickety-clack sound on the floor as she ran to the door to greet him. I stood in the dining room and realized how dry my mouth was.

“Daddy…I’m sorry, I…

Daddy breezed past me and his 6’4″ body seemed even taller. He put his things down, got a diet coke from the fridge, and took a drink. He looked at me hard as he swallowed. My temper and impatience gets me in trouble a lot.
Daddy placed his soda by the sink and took two steps toward me. He grabbed my upper arm and gave me five hard swats on my behind. It didn’t hurt as much as embarrass me and the tears the spanking produced were from shame, not pain.

Daddy grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall, but instead of following I immediately sat down! I knew I was getting the paddle and I wanted to plead my case to possibly lessen my punishment. This infuriated Daddy. Regardless of the conversation that took place, I was NOT to disrespect his mother; doing so made me look immature and childish and was indefensible by me and him. In one motion, Daddy lifted me up and pulled me to the bedroom where I was ordered to strip completely naked as daddy positioned two pillows at the food of the bed. I knew to drape my body over them. I was still as Daddy whipped me; keeping my arms stretched before me. The only time I yelped or whimpered was when daddy spanked my legs. I began crying; sobbing, hoping that when I heard the leather paddle hit the floor with a thud that my spanking was over.
“Get up!” Daddy ordered as he retrieved the wooden paddle from the bottom drawer.
I got up stiffly and daddy sat on the bed; he pulled me over his lap and held me securely at the waist.
“Pout your bottom out, girl” Daddy said; he was in no mood to wait, either.
I obeyed, still crying and daddy paddled my red striped bottom til I literally screamed. I know better than to scream and daddy spanked harder. I was crying from absolute pain at this point. I kicked my legs and reached back with my right hand to get in a quick rub. I know better than to do this, too, but the pain was excruciating!
Daddy’s response was to pin my legs beneath his right leg and grab my wrist in his large hand, pinning to the small of my back. My wrist was like a twig in his grasp and I allowed it to go limp. In fact, I allowed my entire body to go limp as daddy continued my spanking. I concentrated on a dog hair I spotted on the gray comforter, but this distraction lasted all of one second as the paddle crashed down on my poor, punished bottom. My bottom is big compared to the rest of me; quite spankable, daddy says. For this reason he firmly believes I can take more punishment than if it were smaller. My once white bottom is red and so tender now. I peek around to my left and through my tear filled eyes I watch as daddy spanks me. I get wet from this. I always get wet, even when my spanking is for punishment.
Daddy finally stopped as I sobbed uncontrollably. He had me stand in the corner for 20 minutes til he cooled down a bit. I knew to stand completely still, no rubbing my bottom, no talking, and no turning around. I was to keep my nose in the corner.

I felt daddy as he stood behind me; I felt his breath on my neck. He kissed me gently on my shoulder, my neck. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him. I turn to face him and his embrace engulfed me…all was forgiven.

“Dry your tears, baby… you have a phone call to make.”