Its been about two weeks since I was last disciplined (see post of May 1). In reading other blogs, comments, e-mails and chats with others, it appears that those of us husbands (or significant others) who are spanked by our Ladies, have a rather large variety in the frequency that we are spanked. I have seen some guys indicate that they are paddled two or three times a year and others that are spanked at least once a week, usually a 'maintenance' spanking. In our case, its totally her decision when I am to be subject to a spanking.
Last night I guess I was being a bit cheeky. I think this may have been the result of the two week period since my last spanking and I had inadvertently gotten a bit disrespectful in my conversation. Then it happened. "Bend over the kitchen table, I am going to paddle you", she directed. "I am not even going to bother filling out one of the Notices of Discipline; instead I am just going to spank you on the spot", she continued. Of course, I immediately complied.
The table I was bending over is only about 2-1/2 feet from her 'rack' (see post of April 10). After removing my pants, she proceeded to select her black leather paddle and layed about a dozen swats on my upturned bottom. As with my previous spanking, the Classic Rock station was on and she set the rhythm of her strokes to the beat of George Thorogood's 'Move It On Over' (this is the song where he comes home and is locked out, so takes shelter in the doghouse). She then replaced the leather paddle and selected the wooden handled strap and applied another dozen with it. The leather in both the leather paddle and strap was certainly raising the temperature of my bottom and she certainly had my attention. She the replaced the strap and pulled the purpleheart paddle off the rack. Now, the weight of that paddle can really make an impression on you. I knew that I would feel the affect of it and she proceeded to apply another dozen or so swats.
Earlier on in our relationship, it seemed like she would hold back, for fear of doing some serious damage. After sharing some of the video material I have collected over the years and after stepping up the intensity of her own spankings, she no longer worries about hurting me. Instead she now knows that a spanking is suppose to hurt. Thus, I certainly felt that I had been disciplined properly by her for my transgression. This feeling left us both quite satisfied: She felt that I had 'paid the price' and I felt that I had been properly spanked and it was now over and forgiven. (Although, the truth is that I would have liked it if she had not stopped when she did).
After putting away the purpleheart paddle, she instructed me to "Kiss her ass". There has been much published about this ritual and I believe she has picked up on it from some of the things I have shared with her. I did not hesitate to express my gratification through this gesture and bent down as she leaned forward. I must admit that submitting to this humiliating and humbling gesture is deliciously erotic.