I will NOT disrespect my Daddy

Before my husband and I began to incorporate domestic discipline into our marriage, I had often fantasized about spanking, imagining what it would be like.  Back then, I remember desperately wanting to feel what it felt like to be the recipient of a good old fashioned spanking.  I read stories, looked at pictures, read real-life blogs, spoke with others in chat rooms. Now, having become well-acquainted with the painful nature of a real spanking, I blush recalling how I had romanticized spankings in my mind.  Nothing prepared me for the humiliation of baring my own bottom, the self-control necessary to remain still and accept the painful sting of continuous spanks to my bottom and upper thighs, or the contriteness I would feel standing in a corner with my well-spanked backside on display.  Don’t get me wrong…I still look at the pictures on-line, and read (and write) stories and blogs, but now I have a much better understanding of what real discipline looks and feels like.

My husband and I have been through a lot lately.  We’ve had a lot of family in town, staying with us, which has taught us a little about how to proceed with domestic discipline when you have lost the privacy in your home.  My husband took me into our bedroom a couple of times to give me reminders with more quiet implements but it has been a while since I have been spanked until I cried.  That changed this afternoon.

As our guests left this morning, my husband came home on his lunch break to deal with me.  Last night, I had displeased him greatly by talking disrespectfully to him in front of a family member.  He discussed it with me in private when we went to bed and I had a very bad attitude about his verbal reprimand (I’ll admit it…I was sorely in need of a hard spanking).  When he got home this afternoon, we discussed it again, and then he requested that I go to our bedroom, kneel on the bench at the foot of our bed, and lower my panties while waiting for him.  I think it had been about five minutes when he came in and joined me.  He retrieved the switch from our closet and he laid it across my bottom.  All he said was “This is a reminder to behave yourself for the rest of the afternoon”.  He then proceeded to give me the switching of my life.

If you have never been thoroughly switched, it stings more than anything imaginable.  My husband must have intended this to be a memorable lesson because he applied the switch to my bare bottom hard and fast.  I was crying real tears in less than a minute.  He switched me until my behind was covered in thin welts and the switch broke.  He rubbed my back while I cried it out and then helped me up, wrapping me in a tight hug.  He then led me to the bathroom and made me look at my welted bottom while he lectured me.  His lesson was not over though.  I spent a good portion of my afternoon writing lines for him.  He assigned me to write one hundred times “I will NOT disrespect my Daddy”.  I had to write my lines sitting on a plug, nude, at our dining room table.  I sent a picture for his verification of my obedience.

When my husband got home from work tonight, he was pleased with my obedience.  He had a long day at work so he decided to take a short nap before we enjoy our evening together.  Before he left the room though, he told me to work on my blog while I waited for him, and that he would be giving me my maintenance spanking (normally these happen Sunday, but we had guests) when he woke up.  I suspected I might receive that spanking tonight but had hoped not…it will be incredibly painful on my already switched bottom.  However, I am grateful that my husband put me immediately back in my place now that our guests have gone.  I feel more relaxed and happier, despite my impending spanking this evening.  I am going to work very hard to please my husband and be more submissive for him, especially in front of others.  I am hoping that one day I will be able to retain my submissive attitude without the constant reminders of my husband’s firm hand.  But, my husband keeps reminding me of how far I have come in the last seven weeks and his compliment makes me feel good about my progress.

~ Nora