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Subject: {ASSM} WAS IT WORTH IT   REAL LIFE F/M STORY
Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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This story contains the true story of two people and involves F/M spanking
and discipline.

Please comment and give your suggestions at happydwccouple@yahoo.com

Don't read this if you are under age or offended.


  Was my decision to introduce my girlfriend to spanking worth it?  It is
almost 8:00 on a Monday night, and I am sitting here at my computer with a
very sore, bruised bottom from an intense session with the paddle and cane
last Friday night.  How did I get to this point?  Enclosed is my and my
girlfriend's 100% true story.  None of this is made up in any way and truly
reflects actual events and a commitment we have made to a disciplinary wife
type lifestyle.
  I am a 34-year-old male named Mark who has been divorced about 18 months
after a 7-year marriage.   I have been dating a 36-year-old divorcee
(Married 9 years) named Linda for the past four months.   We were introduced
to each other by mutual friends from our offices and have been inseparable
ever since.   We are both hard-working, successful professionals.   Our
relationship blossomed right from the start due to a number of factors
including shared interests in reading, pets, sports, travel, wine and fine
dining, spirituality, family, movies & television, and our senses of humor.
We also share many common goals and values, and we just like being together
and have lots of fun.  Attraction-wise we couldn't be more compatible.   We
find each other totally gorgeous and our sex-life is unlike anything either
of us has ever dreamed of.   When we make love it is truly amazing.  After
heartbreaking divorces last year this is the relationship that both of us
have prayed for, and we both have to constantly ask if it's even real.
Sober level-headedness is the only thing that prevents us from 'tying the
knot' right away (and its hard not to sometimes), but we are willing to wait
and if things continue down this road then marriage is definitely in our
future.  We both certainly plan to see that our relationship lasts for a
lifetime.
  Although we were massively attracted to each other from the very beginning
we waited a few weeks before we ever had sex.  We didn't want to rush in and
kill the good thing that we had started.   It started normally enough and
was very fulfilling from the very first time.  As time went on we began
exploring and experimenting with different practices after becoming more
familiar and more comfortable with each other in that regard.   I like to be
sort of kinky sometimes, but was fearful that Linda would think I was a nut
if I asked her to try anything that wasn't 'normal' (whatever that is
supposed to mean).  It turned out she was as into trying new things as I am.
We found we could have fun doing such things as tying each other up.
Chocolate sauce was a lot of fun one night and we ordered a realistic
looking 8-inch vibrator that that she really enjoys.  In fact she enjoyed
how good it felt inside her so much that she decided she wanted to see how
much I would enjoy feeling it inside of me (Yea, that means what you think
it does..LOL).  Finally, I decided to broach a very scary subject with Linda
and see if she would be interested in a little spanking play (boy, was she
ever!!!.ha ha).
  I have been interested in spankings since I can almost remember.  I've
played around with the concept throughout the years with a couple of
partners including my ex-wife, but the reality was never as satisfying as
the fantasy.  During our 7 + years together my ex would occasionally 'warm
me up', but generally found the practice to be perverted.  The fact that it
did 'nothing for her' pretty well made it become something that stayed a
fantasy for the most part, and if she ever did spank me she made me feel so
bad afterwards that it became something I truly never wanted to happen.
After our divorce (which had nothing to do with our sexual compatibility) I
dated on and off in a mostly non-sexual way with various girls but never got
really serious with anyone until I met Linda.  I had pretty much decided
that based on the disaster spanking had been during my marriage, that it was
something I probably would never bring up again if I was ever in a
relationship, since it was doubtful that I could ever find a woman who would
not only not think I was a nut, but who would actually enjoy participating
in it.   Then I met Linda.
  Linda is an incredibly sweet and gentle soul who sometimes makes me just
want to hug her and caress her for days on end.  She is always thoughtful
and polite and extremely soft and feminine.   Linda doesn't have a mean bone
in her body and treats even stray animals better than some people treat
their children.  However, sexually she proved to have a different side to
her.   She is extremely 'open minded.'   I found she could enjoy being a bit
'rougher' for lack of a better word.  I figured I would take the chance of
asking her what she thought.
  With great apprehension one day I finally did broach the dreaded spanking
subject with Linda and to my great surprise she said she was eager to give
it a try.  Although she had never experimented with spanking before she was
anxious to get started.   She was so anxious, in fact, that she ordered a
small paddle from an online sex store and brought it over one evening.
While she was completely uninterested in experiencing it for herself, she
was very keen on using it on me, and gosh did she ever use it.  That little
round devil gave my buns a real toasting and the sex we had afterwards was
wonderful.   Linda is pretty darn smart, and it didn't take her long to
figure out that she was really on to something.   Not only did she enjoy the
reaction I had to it, but it also stirred something deep inside her that she
had never known existed.  She found that spanking me was a real turn-on for
her.  I had created a monster.

   For the next few weeks we continued to play with our paddle, and I also
began putting some of my woodworking skills to good use by creating a few
others.   We now have quite a collection ranging from small, light, and
stingy OTK models to big, thick, well-holed fraternity-style whackers.   We
even ordered ourselves a rattan cane to try (that may have been a mistake on
my part.ha ha).   Our sex life continued to improve in every way, with my
spankings playing a supporting, but not overpowering role.  When she did
give it, she gave it hard and there were times I didn't think I could take
any more, but the heat in my bottom would spread forwards to my cock and
made a wonderful and explosive combination.
  However, one-night things changed a bit.  We had gone out to eat just down
the street from her house at one of our favorite restaurants.  We had eaten
a nice dinner and had gotten in my car to drive the short distance to her
house for a hot session of lovemaking.  However something annoyed me.  When
I first picked her up that evening at her house I had brought along a
present, a pair of earrings all nicely wrapped.  However, I experienced some
difficulty with the wrapping and one of the red ribbons had kept repeatedly
falling off the package and was lurking around in my normally tidy car.  I
made the mistake of tossing the annoying ribbon onto the ground as I was
getting back into the car and that action made her very angry.  Linda is
highly against litter and anyone who does it.  I wasn't meaning to litter.
I was just annoyed, but she made me get out of the car and track down the
6-inch piece of paper and bring it back to the car.  Not only did I have to
get out of the car and chase it down the parking space.  I had to do this in
front of a group of people who were standing outside.  They probably didn't
know what I was up to, but nonetheless, it was a bit embarrassing.  When I
got back into the car Linda informed me that she was very upset at my
littering and my thoughtlessness towards her strong feelings concerning it.
She also informed me that before I was able to touch her that night that I
could expect an extremely hard paddling for my 'misbehavior.'
    Although this excited me quite a bit I was a bit apprehensive about it
all and wasn't sure I wanted a hard paddling that night.   She was not
swayed though.  We got home, went to the bedroom and took off our clothes,
but she wouldn't as much as kiss me until I agreed to lie on her bed and
take what she had to give me.  Did she give it to me?  Did she ever!!!   I
got a butt blistering with the large paddle that I won't soon forget.  She
kept me bent over as the paddle continued to rise and fall on my
increasingly red and painful rear-end.   I was kept bent over her bed and
smacked repeatedly until she was satisfied that I was sorry.  Of course,
right after she finished we went straight to making love with my eyes
eventually rolling back in my head far enough to see my temporal lob, and
her whaling like a banshee.   I stayed the night with her (making love 2
more times) and the next morning got up to meet my friends for my usual game
of golf.  She admitted that she was still a little angry over the night
before and she 'reheated' my seat with 10 - 12 more vicious strikes.  I
definitely thought of her every time I sat down on the golf cart that day,
but I wasn't angry with her.  In fact, I was more in love with her than ever
for taking the effort to correct my behavior instead of sulking and pouting,
but boy was I sore that day!!!
  We saw each other again that night and over the weekend and had a
wonderful time, as usual.  Monday came and it was back to work, but
something kept sticking in my mind and was sort of bothering me.   It didn't
bother me that she had disciplined me for my littering.  I easily accepted
that and knew I had been wrong to do it in the first place.  First it was
wrong because littering is not good, but secondly I had disrespected her
feelings by doing something that made her so angry.   The problem that I had
was not that Linda had punished me.  It was the fact that my punishment,
although painful, had basically been an immediate precursor to sex.  In
fact, it made Linda and I both so excited that it was really just a manner
of intense foreplay.   It also left her just a tiny bit unsatisfied, as she
was still somewhat angry the next morning.  Something just didn't sit quite
right with that (no pun intended).    I thought we might be missing out on
one crucial element.
   At that time, I looked back at my relationship with my former wife and
remembered that if I had done something to upset her like I did to Linda it
would be very doubtful that the issue would have been settled that evening.
In fact, we would have gone to bed angry and the bitterness would have
lasted several days, if not months, or even years!   I was thrilled at the
idea that Linda could punish me and that forgiveness could be given then and
there.   It was too good to be true.   Was it possible that there could be a
method that we could employee that would allow us to bypass the silly fights
and dragged out anger?

   The next night was Monday and Linda had something to do with her family,
so I stayed at my house and thought about how to approach her with my ideas.
I went to bed early, but woke up in the middle of the night still thinking
and unable to sleep.  I decided to get up and surf the Internet for
suggestions and the answer to my quest was found at
www.disciplinarywivesclub.com.  It was amazing, but here was a website that
introduced the exact concept for the type of lifestyle that I felt that
definitely needed in order to be the type of boyfriend (and hopefully
partner for life) that Linda so richly deserves.   What also surprised me
was the obvious high number of other couples who lived this lifestyle.
Maybe it wasn't as 'out there' as I might have thought.   Would Linda agree
with me or think that I was some sort of a nut?   I was very afraid to find
out, but I was so intrigued that I knew I had to risk telling her in order
to see if she, too, was interested in exploring this lifestyle for the good
of us both.  It would also definitely keep us both (especially me) on our
toes.
   I began putting thoughts down on paper to share with her immediately
explaining several points about what we needed and what we didn't.  The
first thing I emphasized was that I was in no way interested in getting into
a slave-type arrangement or into being permanently injured or feminized, or
belittled in any way.  I told her that I wanted what we already had; a 50-50
relationship where I would have my own opinions and be the leader in certain
parts of our life.  I still wanted us be able to disagree with each other
and to live normal lives.  However there would be one part of our lives
together that she would be in total control of.   I agreed to completely
submit myself to her in the area of discipline in whatever way she saw fit
to administer it to me for a variety of reasons.   I sent this letter to her
in an email and suggest that she visit the DWC website and read what it had
to say and see if she agreed with the techniques it espoused.
   Linda read this the next day and was very agreeable to this idea.  In
fact, she was captivated by it.   Both of us agreed that the fiction story
EVEN MORE so accurately captured our personalities and our desires for our
disciplinary relationship that it should have had our names in it for the
lead characters.   It was as if this story was written for especially for
us.  She loves the DWC website and has been back to visit and reread things
several times.   There are all sorts of areas that are fascinating, and
Linda was especially drawn to the Tips & Methods section.
   After reading all about this we decided to make it an official agreement
between us.  I set about writing a contract based in large part on that
first letter I had written to Linda outlining the DWC ideas.  A very
detailed contract was drawn up listing what was allowed and what wasn't.
We, of course, agreed that nothing permanent or dangerous was to be done.
Nothing that fundamentally changed our personalities, etc. We also outlined
what methods could and should be used for discipline.  These methods
included paddling, caning, strapping, corner time, mouth soaping for lying
or disrespectful speech, and other 'discomforts' so that (in many cases)
'the punishment could fit the crime.'   We freely admit that there is a lot
we don't know so we agreed to continue researching methods of discipline
that would fit our agreement and are anxious to learn how others practice
this lifestyle so that we can take what works for them and customize it for
our use.
   We also hit upon the various reasons I might be subjected to a
punishment, and we were careful to differentiate a punishment from mere sex
play.  We still wish to enjoy a paddle swat or two or three or four.ha ha
during our lovemaking.  But what was a punishment for?  We defined six
separate areas. Those being;
o         Disrespect for Linda and her feelings
o         Lying or Deceit of any kind
o         Laziness or Carelessness or Sloppiness as a persistent behavior
o         Disobedience to Linda's authority
o         Recklessness in terms of bad driving, endangerment of us or
others, etc.
o         Poor Attitude as a persistent behavior pattern
o         Birthday both mine and her's
   These are the areas that we felt merited punishment when and if they were
breached with, of course, Birthday being a somewhat separate animal since
sex will defiantly be a part of that scene.  The plan is that I am to be
severely spanked on both my birthday, in late October and on her birthday,
in early March, basically for general principles and any undiscovered
offenses that might have occurred throughout the year.  Linda really loved
Aunt Kay's (The site's owner) idea that her husband is also spanked on her
birthday too (and even worse than on his own) and wanted that to definitely
be part of our deal too.   In fact, Linda quickly decided that being given
the power to prescribe and deliver discipline to me, although never even
thinking about it before, was something that she was wholeheartedly in favor
of.  I liked the arrangement as well, because I can't be punished because
the sun comes up or the wind blows (in other words.for nothing.  I have to
violate a rule first).  Other than birthday spankings I never will be forced
to endure a single second of pain unless I do something of my own free will
that violates one of our rules.
    One of the main points of the contract was that this was NOT going to be
a 'when and if Mark feels like it' sort of a thing.  If I ever refused her
orders then it is over for all time.  This is not a game that either of us
(especially me) can decide how and if we play depending on our moods.  The
rules are set on paper from the very beginning and once it's started there
is no way to go back.  That theme was sown throughout the story at the DWC
website that we had read and so identified with (Even More), and it was
something that Linda was emphatic about incorporating into our agreement.
If we were going to do this it was going to be permanent.  The contract also
made it clear that whenever discipline has to be administered it was because
Mark asked for it through his behavior and that Linda is not doing it just
because she's mean or cruel.   That website contains a humorous (sort of)
picture of a woman standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding a
hairbrush.  Her husband is shown as a dark shadow from the back facing her.
Underneath the photograph is the caption of the woman speaking, which reads,
"I'm sorry honey,.but you know what happens when you break the rule about
leaving the toilet seat up."   The look on her face and her body language
are priceless.  She is shrugging her shoulders and raising her eyebrows and
the message is crystal clear.  A rule is a rule.  She actually has no more
control of what is about to happen than her man does.  She might even be a
bit sorry about what she's about to have to do (probably not.LOL), but she
knows she doesn't have the power to go easy on him or let him off the hook
even if she wanted to.  He broke a rule and she has to discipline him, and
he has to take it.  No room for arguing.   That is the type of agreement
that Linda and I wished to create and we think that is what we've managed to
do.
   The best part is that upon the completion of a punishment Linda agrees to
soothe my aches, dry any tears, comfort me, and most importantly totally
forgive me.  It is agreed that Linda will continue to punish for as long as
it takes (even if multiple session are required to make the point) and she
will be harsh, but when she is satisfied the lesson is learned then total
forgiveness and forgetfulness are granted.  To us this is the absolute best
thing about the arrangement.  Linda is an angel 99.99% of the time, but when
I screw up she has the green light to temporarily allow herself to turn into
a cold-hearted and merciless disciplinarian in order to turn me into
well-chastised and remorseful boyfriend.  Actually that is the best part of
the agreement and we put into writing that once the punishment was over (or
between multiple sessions) that all would be forgiven and forgotten by us
both.  She could never hold a grudge with me over a problem after she had
punished me.   I agreed to never get mad at her for doing her duty,
something I would never do anyway.  Even though the punishments hurt a great
deal I knew I love her even more after each one for taking the time and care
to improve my behavior.  Looking back on both our former marriages, which
were both plagued by pettiness, name-calling, constant squabbles, and 'score
keeping' we knew we'd both be forever ecstatic to leave that behind.   We
were both anxious to get started.
  I sat down and created a sample contract and reviewed it with Linda very
carefully before finally printing out the final version.  The whole thing
covered 7 pages! But, we wanted to be sure that we were thorough and left
little to chance.  On an early Friday evening I took it over to her house
before taking her out to dinner and we carefully went over it point by
point.  We even initialed each section along the way before finally signing
it at the bottom.  I was very apprehensive when it got to that final point
of 'signing my life away', but I did it and have not looked back.  I'm not
going to.  In order to celebrate we went out to a wonderful steak restaurant
(just like our favorite story) and then made love at my place.
   Unfortunately, it wasn't very long (a few days later) before I broke my
first rule under the contract.  Even before the contract was signed and we
were just in the negotiating stage I had been punished for disrespect.  I
left the toilet seat up at my place, and was spanked hard for it.  I was
also forced to stand in the corner with my nose to the wall and not turn
around while she pleasured herself with our vibrator on my sofa.   Oh, how I
hated that!  Unfortunately for me I did turn around twice and she caught me
looking.  She administered a further set of licks to my red bottom while she
made me bend over a dining room chair and grab the front legs.  Wow, did she
make me pay for not keeping my face to the wall.  I was sore for a few days
after that episode!
   However, the first discipline I received after the contract was due to my
thoughtlessness one night while she was suffering from a severe summer cold.
Linda made an appointment to come over the next day (Labor Day) and give me
what she thought I deserved.  With much apprehension I waited for her to
come by at the appointed time.  When she arrived she got straight to
business and forced me to bend over my ottoman where she first caned and
then paddled me.  Thankfully she was not that severe with me.  In fact, I
was surprised when she informed me that it was all over.   Of course, she
was still sick (and even got much worse the next few days) and didn't seem
to have her usual zest for doing much of anything.  She left and came back
later for me to grill us some steaks and we had a nice time until her nose
got to running so bad she just had to go home and go to bed.   I was, of
course, sorry that Linda was so sick, but also glad that I had gotten off
without very much pain due to my transgression.   However, I was still
learning a hard truth all the same and that was that fantasy and reality are
two different animals.  Spanking and discipline had always been a fantasy
revolving around sexual fulfillment for me.  I was learning that when my
sexual pleasure was not the main element (or any type of consideration at
all) that it was far from an erotic experience.   It was punishment, pure
and simple.  It was something I was going to be attempting to avoid at all
costs.
  Things went very well for the next week until last Friday night.   We had
gone out to a very casual dinner and then headed over to my place.  We tried
to watch television, but our sexual passions were too much to contain.  We
had jungle-sex in my bedroom until we were both worn out.  Then we flipped
the TV on while we relaxed in each other's arms.  Everything in the world
was right at that point.  We lay there and talked, laughed at the program on
the television, and fell deeper in love as we held each other.   Unbeknownst
to me, this was the calm before the storm.  Halfway through the show the
commercials came on and Linda requested that I run get her another glass of
wine.  I was happy to comply, as I had to pee.   Since I didn't want to miss
anything I hurried into the bathroom, did my business, and then rushed to
the kitchen for the wine.  When I got back to the bedroom Linda was just
getting back onto the bed from getting up and the last commercial was just
winding down.   I thought everything was wonderful until she looked me in
the eye and said, "Mark, you left the toilet seat up again."
  Immediately I felt like I had been hit in the stomach.
 "I'm sorry," I said "I was in a hurry to get back before the commercial."
  "Well, I was in a hurry too.  While you were getting the wine I rushed
into the bathroom to pee and fell in the toilet. That wasn't much fun for me
and you're going to pay for that, and its going to be worse than you've ever
had it before.  This is the second time you've left the lid up and I'm not
going to play around this time."
"Oh, please don't," I begged.  "Lets make love again.  Lets watch the show."
Linda replied, "Get your hands off me.  You're not getting another orgasm
tonight, and yes we are going to watch the show, but when it's over you're
going to get spanked.  Now be quiet and don't say another word."
   I sheepishly climbed up next to her, but the program held a lot less
interest than it did before.  I tried to plead my case one more time, but
she stopped me mid-sentence and told me in no uncertain terms to say one
more word at my own peril.  I shut up.  Finally I accepted my sealed fate
and lay on her lap and hugged her waist as we watched the end of the
television program.  Fear was boiling in my stomach and blood was engorging
my cock, which was now as hard as a steel pole, but I knew that wouldn't
last long once the punishment began.
  The show finished faster than I wanted it to, and she told me to get up
and get ready for what I had coming.  She gave me a brief, but stern lecture
on the importance of putting the seat back down.  She also warned me to stay
in position and to accept what she had to give me without getting up.  I was
not to move until she finally said it was over.  With those warnings she
pulled out my computer chair and placed it at the end of the bed and told me
to bend over it and grab the front.  She then turned and walked in the
closet where we keep some of our supplies.  I looked back and saw her with a
medium paddle and the dreaded cane.
"Oh no!!!!  Not the cane", I thought.
  Linda instructed me to face forward and to close my eyes tight.  Almost
immediately I sensed her standing on my left side and felt the cool wood of
the paddle on my right check.
  WHACK!  came the first blow.  Within seconds, WHACK! came the second.
She paddled me slowly and deliberately by first starting with the top of my
ass and moving down.  It felt like somewhere between 20 and 30 strokes
before she sped up the tempo and the force of the blows.
  WHACK! WHAM! CRACK! SMACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!...
  I could feel my legs shaking and my legs dancing uncontrollably as I
continued to suffer as the paddle struck me again and again.  Oh, how it
burned and how it stung!!!!!  I had never dreamed it would be like this.
Finally I could stand no more and stood up and faced her.
  "Please stop! I'm sorry.   It hurts so much.  It hurts!!!"  I cried.
  "Good, it's supposed to hurt.  It's meant to so you'll remember it.  Bend
back over right now because we're not even close to being through."  Linda
stated firmly as she pushed me back over the hateful chair for even more of
her burning discipline.

  I willed myself to stay down and accept what was coming next.  I knew that
I deserved it, and that she was only doing what I had asked her to do to me
when we signed our agreement, but this was too much.  I was already on fire
and still had a lot more to come.  Also, there was nothing erotic about this
any more.  My once full and proud dick was as limp as a noodle as I took a
breath, gripped the edge of the chair, and shut my eyes tight.

THWICK!!!

  "Oh no.  It's the cane!!!" I realized as my senses erupted due to a line
of fire burning across my backside that was still in intense pain from the
paddling I had just endured.

  As the stinging blaze of the first strike of the cane began to die down a
bit, the aftershock hit me with the force of Mack truck.  For those of you
who have never experienced a caning you may not know that it delivers a
double hit of pain to those on the receiving end.  The first impact stings
and burns at impact, but within seconds a second wave of pain strikes.  The
only way to describe this (in my mind) is to think of it as being as if the
pain begins as the cane's blow first strikes and moves inwards toward the
body and dissipates.  Then seconds later the pain rebounds and comes back
out in a deeper and even more biting way.  As hard as it is to accurately
describe it's not very difficult to remember.  In fact, it's impossible to
forget.

  Linda didn't give me long to contemplate the cane's effect as the next
stroke fell just below the first.  THWICK!!!  I jerked my head back, but
managed to hold on tight to the chair's seat.  THWICK!  Here it was again.
Linda wasn't holding back and she wasn't taking her time.  In stories I have
read about canings, the disciplinarian most often takes their time
delivering each blow and letting the full measure of pain register before
inflicting the next one.  My tormenter wasn't being so patient.

THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK
THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK
THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK THWICK


 She must have rained between two dozen and three dozen stinging strokes in
rapid fire.  Each time the cane visited my bottom it felt as if a line of
hornets was stinging me.  Oh how it hurt!!!   The feeling is just as painful
as (if not more so than) the paddle, but it is so different.   She also
fired an insidious assault of burning strokes across the backs of my thighs.
I could feel my eyes beginning to fill with tears and my feet once again
wiggled and hopped like a tap dancer in fast motion, and I was almost to the
edge when the cane finally stopped its hateful assault.  I was begging for
mercy and promising to be good forever when she let me know she was STILL
not finished with me.

  Linda picked up the paddle again and started working on me from all
angles.  I noticed that she paid particular attention, during this volley,
to the underside of my cheeks in order to make sure my 'sit spot' was
thoroughly penalized.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!...
   Suddenly I was no longer bent over the chair.  I was no longer in my
house, and I was no longer even a person named Mark.  I was suspended, and
all that existed at that moment was the intense stinging and burning fire in
my posterior and the backs of my thighs.   All that mattered at that moment
was my anguish.  I realized that I had given up fighting to stay down over
the chair.  I was mentally and physically broken and about to break down
emotionally when she finally laid on the last strokes (the hardest yet) and
then stopped and told me to get up.
  Thank goodness it was over.  I felt sort of like I was coming out of a
dream but managed to stand up straight.  Immediately my hands flew to rub my
bottom, but just touching it caused even more pain.  I danced around in a
little circle for a few seconds while Linda put the odious instruments of my
chastisement away.  Had she not stopped when she did I know that I would
have probably lost control and whaled and cried tears like a 4-year-old
child.
  My composure was still being regained when she came back into the room
from the closet.  I grabbed her and hugged her and pleaded with her about
how sorry I was for my misbehavior.  She hugged back as I thanked her for
correcting me and for loving me enough to do her duty.  Linda assured me
that she loved me and that I was forgiven.   I let her know that I loved her
more than ever, even though I was in a lot of pain at the time.   I vowed
repeatedly to not let it happen again.   I promised that she would find the
seat down on every toilet that I had anything to do with.  At that she
pushed my head back from her shoulder a bit, stared me in the eye, and
announced calmly but resolutely that I'd better not let this happen again.
"I'm sorry about what I had to do, and I hope this makes you remember to put
the toilet seat down from now on.  I'm warning you and I promise that you'd
better watch out, because the next time I have to punish you, what I gave
you tonight will just be the warm up."
  I knew that she meant business with her warning, but I knew that the only
person who could determine when and if I was ever punished again, especially
for this particular transgression, was me.  I internally resolved to not
have to suffer a repeat episode of this for as long as I could.   This was
far from an erotic experience.  My limp penis hung between my legs as she
led me to the mirror to see the results of her handiwork.   My entire bottom
was blushing bright red with certain areas already turning purple and blue.
There was also a large collection of bright lines decorating my backside,
from the middle of my thighs to the very tops of my sore swollen buttocks.
As I stated earlier my rear end is still red, black, blue, and oh so sore!
It is likely to be that way for at least the next week to come.  If this was
a warm up session than I truly hate to think of what's in store for me when
and if it happens again.
  Linda then gently led me to the bed and laid me face down and rubbed my
shoulders.  Then she went to the bathroom where she retrieved some lotion
and gently rubbed it on my blazing buns.  Even her gentle touch unleashed a
new wave of stinging pain, but it also felt soothing and good.   She even
commented on how hot my cheeks were, but once again left no doubt as to her
resolve that I learn a lesson from this and not have to have it repeated.  I
told her that I was sure I could remember to do better in the future.
"You better."
  My beautiful sweet angle continued to rub me and she told me that she
loved me and kissed me repeatedly.  By this time majority of the intense
pain was wearing off and leaving behind a 'manageable' burning ache that
ended up lasting all night making it hard to get to sleep.  I tried to
proposition her for some sex, which would have made things a lot better but
she told me 'NO' in no uncertain terms.  I was to receive no more sexual
pleasure that night and that if I said even one more word about it that I
was going to bend back over for another rain of terrible torment.   I wasn't
born yesterday so I shut right up and resigned myself to laying on my
stomach and hugging her waist tight, which wasn't too bad of an alternative
for me considering the position I was in only 20 minutes before.   It gave
me time to remember what got me in this position and to resolve to be extra
vigilant from now on, which I surely have been.  It also doesn't hurt that
Linda is the most wonderful and huggable person in the whole world.
  I never did get any more sex that night.  I did get that the next night
and the night after that and I resolved to make her pay a bit for what she
had done to me two nights before.  (I'd tell you all about how she limped
out of my place on Sunday night due to the long hard screwing I gave her,
but that's another story)   While I didn't get any sex that particular
Friday, what I did get was the knowledge of what a real punishment spanking
was like.  It was a lot different than I envisioned it would be.   It was a
lot worse and I could see the next one being even worse than that.  It also
gave me the impetus that I needed to change some bad behavior and to
hopefully become a much better boyfriend to my beautiful love..so, I suppose
it was worth it...well worth it.
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