Today is Sunday, which is our agreed upon day that my husband gives me a reminder spanking to encourage good behavior throughout the week. These spankings almost always occur in the evenings, giving me lots of time throughout the day to anticipate (and dread) what is coming. Each time I think of my impending spanking, my tummy fills with butterflies. I know that at some point today, my husband will find me in our home and tell me to come to the living room. At that point, I will know that I will shortly be turned over, face down and bottom up, and given a spanking to remind me to behave myself all week.
Prior to spanking me, my husband and I will have a conversation about my behavior. He typically asks me to speak first and I must evaluate my own behavior throughout the week. At this point, he talks to me about what he has observed, and both compliments me on good behaviors and lectures me on poor ones. These conversations typically last from five to ten minutes and at the end of the conversation, he informs me what type of spanking I will be receiving with regard to severity. If I have been rather well behaved throughout the week, I am still spanked until I cry, but then the spanking is over. But, if my behavior has been lacking throughout the week, I can expect a much more severe spanking which will make me cry and leave me unable to sit comfortably for several days. After he has announced my spanking, he points to the ottoman and requests that I lower my panties to my knees and lay across it. This position makes me feel very vulnerable as my bare bottom and thighs are raised for correction, while my breasts, arms, and face are closer to the floor on the other side.
My husband and I have collected several implements for him to discipline me with. He typically sends me to gather specific tools of his choice prior to our conversation about my behavior. He tends to favor the medium weight leather paddle, the strap, the hairbrush, and the wooden paddle which has holes in it. But, he also has a cane and typically keeps a switch on hand as well. The switches picked from our yard come from fruit trees and are extremely painful and stingy.
My reminder spankings tend to last anywhere between 5-15 minutes, depending on what my behavior has earned me that week. My husband will typically give me a warm up spanking with his hand during these types of spankings rather than immediately start in with punishment swats. Towards the end of the spanking, he will often make me count and repeat lines, such as “I will behave myself this week”. After he has thoroughly spanked me to his satisfaction, he either helps me up and gives me a nice warm hug, or sends me to the corner (if he felt I behaved badly that week). He typically lets me cry it out in the corner for 10 minutes or so, before coming to get me and hugging me then.
While I will nervously anticipate my impending spanking this evening, especially as I feel I was poorly behaved several days this week, I feel extreme gratitude this morning towards the man who will fairly deliver that discipline. We entered into this agreement together, and our marriage has blossomed, both of us enjoying the benefits that domestic discipline has brought us. I very much like the person and wife that I am becoming and my husband enjoys leading us and having a pleasing, submissive wife by his side. While perhaps unconventional in this modern era, this old-fashioned type of love works for us.