As I mentioned in my last post, my wife has gotten serious about getting back to my discipline. After quite a few months, almost a year now without discipline, she felt she needed to get things under control.
I had my first weight check in a very very long time. We were in our bedroom, getting ready to run some errands. I was changing clothes and she looked at me and said “wasn’t today your weigh in?”.
I nodded and confirmed that it was.
“What do you weigh?” she asked.
“I haven’t weighed myself yet” I answered.
“You knew today was the day.” Her expression turned immediately to one of disappointment and frustration.
With the coldest tone and most disapproving glance I have seen in a very long time she simply said “Get your clothes off and lets get this done right now.”
I stripped naked and walked to the scale in my study, with her close behind. I could feel my body getting warm and clammy, the pit growing in my stomach (I knew how this was going to go). I stepped on the scale and without even looking, she simply asked “How bad is it?”
“Two hundred forty 5 point six” was my answer. I had gained about 12 pounds over the last several months.
Her reply was nothing more than a barely audible “hmmmmm” followed by “You are not going to enjoy this, we better get started”
I felt my body start to shake and felt like I had a fever. I was uncomfortably warm, my forehead, my ears, my neck were all starting to feel the increasing heat. I walked back to our bedroom, to my side of the bed and stood there momentarily.
As I laid down on the bed, face down, in position. I grabbed my pillow and held it tight, gripping it with both fists getting ready to burry my face in it when the spanking got bad enough.
As I got into position, my wife opened the chest next to my side of the bed, where the implements are kept. She picked out the thick leather strap I had bought her about a year ago, but never felt yet. “Oh shit” went through my mind immediately.
She reached out with it, allowing the strap to lay across my buttocks (I assume to get herself into position. My heart began beating harder, feeling like my heartbeat was shaking the whole bed. She lifted her hand and then a few moment later the leather came down right across the center of both cheeks.
“That wasn’t bad” was my immediate thought.
Then shortly the leather strap came down a second time.
“A little worse, but I can take this” went through my head.
A third time.
“Wow, I could really get used to this strap thing” was the next silly thing I said to myself. The fun was over.
Strike number four was not at all like the first three. Strike number four landed across both sit spots with 3 to 4 times the strength of the previous strikes. Strike number 4 caused me to cry out in severe pain.
A very soft, matter of fact “There we go.” was what I heard from above me.
The next thing I heard was strike number five.
At this point no strike was hitting the same place as the previous. My wife was moving around with each strike, making sure she was covering all available areas. Each strike getting worse and worse. She found her groove and her swing with this strap.
Why the fuck did I get this for her?
She wasn’t swinging harder, but like eating really hot chicken wings, the same heat builds with every bite. The wings aren’t getting hotter, it is just the effect is compounding. Each swing of the leather strap across my bare ass, landing on top of skin that was still stinging from previous swats, became more and more unbearable.
Somewhere around sixteen I lost count and began to cry.
My wife did not stop. My wife kept spanking me, kept applying the leather strap to my bare ass. This went on for a while longer until, thankfully, she stopped and set the strap down in the chest and put the top back on the chest. She stood above me with hands on hips, looking down at me.
I kept my face in the pillow, crying into it. She told me to get up, which I did.
“Look at me!” she demanded (if you are unaware, after being spanked, paddled or strapped by your partner in this manner, it is very hard to make eye contact for quite a long time, sometimes hours or even the next day).
I looked her in the eye, my eyes still wet with tears running down. As I made eye contact, she put her arms out and welcomed me for a hug. I put my arms around her and whispered “Thank you” in her ear.
“This is good for you.” she softly replied.
