The ceiling lights have been burning out one by one in our bathroom. I asked him months ago to replace the bulbs when the first one blew. Well now three out of four are blown and I reminded him forcefully a week ago. Still nothing. So I spanked him.
I would call this spanking real FLR, not scening.
I took him to the bathroom. I scolded him. I told him he would be getting a spanking. For real. And if the bulbs weren't replaced tomorrow, he'd get the strap. For real.
I went to get the spanking hairbrush. Then I sat on the straight-backed chair, pulled down his pants, put him across my knee, lowered his underpants, and then hairbrush spanked his bottom. No warm up. The first spank was hard, as were all the rest of them. This spanking without warmup seemed to really punish him.
After I was done I took him into the dim, gloomy bathroom. I made him lie face down on the floor. I used light nylon ropes to tie his hands behind his back, to tie his ankles together, and then I hogtied him by pulling his ankles to his wrists.
I left the bathroom, turned out all the lights, and shut the door. I told him I'd come to get him in an hour. I informed him that if the lights weren't replaced tomorrow, he'd be getting the strap across his legs and bum as hard as I could swing it, and then he'd be spending two hours hogtied in the dark.
I guess we'll have to see what tomorrow evening brings. If the little bitch wants to play, we'll play...