As I mentioned in previous posts, david's trainer, Rebecca, is grading him weekly on his food and exercise diary. The first week, he did not do one at all, and so he got hairbrush-spanked by me, and then sent pants-down into the corner in her presence (unbelievable but true! Check out my
Spanking Witnessed! post to see how it all went down).
Last Monday he did a diary, but received an 'F' from Rebecca for his efforts. She requested that he get me to initial the grade. She later admitted to me in our training session that it was a spur of the moment decision that she thought would add an extra embarrassing touch for him. So I waited until today to initial his failing grade for him, after receiving discipline from me of course.
I was originally going to use a slipper on him, based on
SLIPPERLOVER’s videos. But one of my pen-pals advised me that American boys are unlikely to be intimidated by a slipper. And besides, I looked and looked and could not find a decent slipper anywhere! A naughty pen-pal advised me a "strap" would be more feared by a boy brought up in the American culture. That seemed right to me, so I set out to acquire a good strap to punish david with.
Based on some Web research, I identified a store downtown that seemed to have a selection. Only trouble was that it is a 'Sex Shop' and I've never actually been in one before. Well, I screwed up my courage and went right in after work, and was I ever nervous. I was expecting creepy guys salivating at me, or something. Could not have been more wrong. About 10 seconds in I am greeted by a young perky lady asking if there is anything she can help me with? Again, screwing up some courage, I kind of blurt out "spanking implements?" As I said it, I had this vision of her face going all disgusted looking, calling me a pervert, and throwing me out with all the staff laughing at me.
What actually happened was she said "Sure!" (super perky) and took me right to a huge selection where she handed me off to another girl. This one was a tiny thing, with a bunch of body art and piercings, and was very serious about helping me. As we looked at implements, she gave me detailed commentary on how each one feels (she had been on the receiving end of all of them from her boyfriend, poor dear!). We picked out the perfect "strap". It's leather, about 18 inches long and 2 inches wide. It's doubled over so there are two thicknesses of quarter inch leather laminated together. Half way down, it's slit down the middle, and the two laminated parts are free. I tried smacking it down on my palm, and it was pretty fierce! It was quite expensive, as it is made from genuine leather, but I love my boy, and nothing but the best should touch his bum-skin. The salesgirl assured me that that one "really hurts," and her eyes glazed over a bit, so I figure it must be the right one. I asked her how to care for it, and that seemed like a new question for her, but she ventured just like anything else leather I might have. Good enough.
When I got home with my purchase, david was not yet home, so I went up to our bedroom to practice with it. I put a little butt-sized pillow on top of a bedroom pillow, and practiced smacking it. I understand from my blog-reading research that the end of the strap does the most damage (which makes sense, as it's whipping fastest) so I tried to get the end onto the "bum cheeks". I was feeling pretty silly, but after five minutes of practice I felt like a real pro. I play tennis, and used my pen-pal's advice of "following through" like for a tennis shot, and that seemed to make quite an impact.
I had been thinking through his punishment ever since I got the strap. I must confess, because I know I'm going to blog about it afterwards, it tends to make the thing a lot more theatrical! Also, the nice thing about being in control is that for the most part, whatever you dream up actually happens, because you are calling the shots. Everything went pretty much according to plan, I am very pleased to say. Here is what happened.
This morning, I got him up out of bed around 10 am. I told him to get showered and shaved. I wanted him pretty for his punishment. He knew what it was for. He had been waiting for the other shoe to drop all week. I got a nice meek "yes dear" out of him. I told him that I would lie out on the bed what I wanted him to wear. He was to dress in that, and nothing else, and come down to the kitchen as soon as he was ready.
I had laid out for him only a pair of his old, white underpants. They were "briefs", quite old, and had lost a lot of their elastic. They did not look at all sexy. I did not want him walking down all sexy. I wanted him humbled, and hoped this would do the trick. Make him feel like a little boy about to get spanked. In the kitchen I set out a high stool in front of the counter. On the counter I put the strap, a red rag, and a little bottle of leather conditioner. I wanted him to get to know my new strap intimately before he felt it on his bum.
He came down, looking quite sheepish in his baggy white undies. I "ear-marched" him over to the counter, showed him my new strap and told him he would be punished with it. Remarkably, he said exactly what the little shop girl had said: "that looks like it will really hurt." I told him that was the whole idea. I then ordered him to sit up at the counter and apply the leather conditioner 2 or 3 times to the strap end, keeping the handle end as it was (I did not want it slipping), and to call me over when he thought he was done.
After about ten minutes, he called me. I went over to inspect. He had done a very adequate job. The business end glistened nicely, and the handle was not at all slippery. "Please, not too hard, ok?" he asked. I gave him a withering look and said "please don’t get any F's on your food diary, ok?".
Then I told him to go back upstairs to the bedroom, lie face down on the left side of the bed with a pillow under his hips, take his underpants down to his ankles, lay the strap across his backside, and wait for me.
He scampered back upstairs, strap in hand, to do as he was told.
I gave him exactly fifteen minutes to stew, and then crept upstairs and walked in on him.
He had been a good boy, and was positioned exactly as I had told him to be.
I took the strap from off his butt, gave him a lecture about his food habits and the consequences of getting a poor grade from Rebecca, and then declared "Seventy-Five". I chose 75 strokes because SLIPPERLOVER's latest video
THE PADDLE HURTS had his partner Kim give him 75 (I counted) hard paddle strokes, so I figured I would not be too far off with that number. david only groaned a bit when I sentenced him.
Neither of us knew how bad 75 was. We were both going to find out!
I wound up and smacked down across his ass, following through hard, aiming the end of the strap to just past the middle of his far cheek. It made a sound like a gunshot, and my aim was perfect. I knew that because that strap positively seared him. I mean, like when you put a steak on a very hot grill, and almost right away the grill leaves those lines on the steak? Like that. That strap seared his ass with a perfectly rectangular red mark right across both cheeks, ending exactly where I aimed. david yelled out and clutched at his seat, and some assembly of words to the general effect of "Oww! No! Too hard! Please!"
This was the moment of truth. It was too hard. Way too hard for a role playing game. This was real punishment, I was sure of it and so was he.
I told him that I didn’t think he was taking his diet and exercise seriously. If he was getting B's or C's, we'd be playing at spankings. With an F, after not doing it at all the previous week, he's getting a real punishment. Either he accepts it, or we can stop playing at spankings all together, I'll tell Rebecca we don’t need her anymore, and he and I can go back to the way we were (giant bluff! I need it as much as he does now). Take it like a good boy, I encouraged him. "ok" he said, and put his hands back in front of him, off his well-seared ass!
This new attitude, of moving towards actually punishing him for real, I developed after reading all the way through Recidavist's blog. That's the way his wife spanks him. So thank you, K. This is a step I need to be taking as well if david and I are going to continue down this path. I can still spank for play also, but now I have decided he is getting punished when he needs it as well.
I decided I better lighten up a bit, though. The next few I did not use as much arm and follow-through, but still got my point across, and still reddened his ass. I also started strapping the backs of his legs, and strapped all the way from his upper ass down to above his knees. I also starting increasing the intensity again.
I had done about twenty strokes, when I noticed he was cringing away from me. His ass was clenched tight, and he was pushing himself into the pillow. I didn't like that, so I told him to beg for the strap. He said aloud "please strap me" and I said not with your mouth. I want you silent. He started asking a question and I shushed him. We stood there in silence for a few moments, and then I saw what I wanted. His ass unclenched and he stuck it up. I waited another moment, and he stuck it up even higher, arching his back. "Good" I said, and smacked the strap down hard across his nicely presented butt.
Right after the stroke fell, he again clenched up and buried his midsection in the pillow. I waited patiently again, and was rewarded with another very submissive ass raising. I rewarded him with a hard stroke where ass meets thigh that really had him yelping, but a few seconds later, he raised up again. Every time he raised and arched, I got a great view of his puckered little butt hole, which I thought excellently added to his submission.
His far cheek was getting quite messed up by now. Where the end of the strap was hitting, it was definitely starting to purple-up. I thought I would smack his near cheek a bit, and aimed the tip for just on the inside of his nicely-presented ass crack. Wow did that one get a reaction. Lots of vocalizations and for the first time his hand back there clutching again. I guess he's pretty tender in there!
I also made special sure to mark up his legs. That wasn't hard, though, as his legs marked and bruised easier than his ass did. His next training session with Rebecca was only two days away, and I was hoping the strap marks on his legs would still be there for that occasion. I was going to be sure to order him to wear his shorter shorts. Rebecca needs to know the consequences of giving him an F, and having to exercise for her showing off his well-strapped legs will keep him humble and respectful of her, even though she is only in her early twenties. I wonder if she'll demand to see the condition of his ass? I wouldn't begrudge her the right.
I had been counting to myself the whole time and when I reached 70 I told him the last 5 were going to be the hardest yet. I went back to my full swing across both ass cheeks, and boy did he ever feel those! Didn’t get quite the same reaction as the first strap stroke did, but I did see him clutching the bed covers, knuckles white, and cute little tears in his eyes. His undies that were around his ankles were long gone by now as well. Kicked off sometime during the last 75 strappings.
After the 75 were done, he was a mess. I helped him to stand, and he stood up very slowly and gingerly. The backs of his legs especially seemed to give some trouble. Then, to my utter surprise, he got down on his knees in front of me, hugged me, and told me, all sniffly, how sorry he was. Wow! Hubbies say the darndest things!
I stroked his head and told him I loved him, and that he should make sure I don’t have to do that to him again.
He said he would try a lot harder, but most of the week was already done, and he hasn't been doing what Rebecca asked him to, diet or exercise, but he would start right away. He asked if he could get a pass just this once, on this Monday's grade? That annoyed me, frankly. I told him that if he can get Rebecca to take pity on him, and not give him another F, that would be one thing, but if he shows up with another F for me to initial, it would be another strapping for him. I always thought that with discipline, the best way is to be 100% firm on the boundaries.
Another thing I noticed was that his penis was completely limp. This is not usual for my man after a spanking. I think I had strapped the sexiness out of him this time. The entire spanking had taken about 30 minutes to administer, and that was the longest I have ever had him suffering under my hand.
I then told him he had 10 minutes of nude corner time in the living room, and then his disciplining would be over with. I told him legs together, arms at his sides, nose
touching the corner (this is possible, I knew: I tested it earlier, feeling very silly!). If he moved a muscle, I would put him over my knee and give him a spanking, and he would then start corner time all over again from the beginning.
He looked a tad reluctant, but I told him my sister Susan was going to come by in about 15 minutes and that if he was still in his corner when she arrived, he would not be allowed to leave it, and she would get quite an eyeful of a very well-strapped bottom. And if he wiggles in his corner when she's here, he will also get that spanking in front of her, and being completely nude, I would make sure she would get to see
everything there was to see of him.
Now this was a total fabrication. Susan was not coming by at all, but this was part of my "punishment theatrics". After all was said and done, I told him that Susan sent me a text when he was in the corner, and was not coming after all.
Not knowing any of this, however, he did dash into the corner to get it over with before she showed up. Ha Ha! He held his pose like a statue. I guess he didn't want to find out if I was bluffing or not, even though I know he is turned on by the idea of it. I suppose he was also wondering what would happen if she showed up 5 minutes early!
For 10 minutes I sat there in the living room, sipping a coffee, and admiring my handiwork. As I watched, his ass and legs changed before my very eyes. They stayed fire-engine red, but the bruising, which more or less coincided with where the tip of the strap had cut into him repeatedly, was changing colour as I watched. In case you are wondering, I did not feel at all guilty. He's fine. Just knocked around a bit, but
much more motivated.
After his 10 minutes were up, I told him to go bring me his diary so I could initial last week's grade. He asked if he could dress first, still worried about Susan's "imminent" arrival. I denied permission for that, so he hobbled away, all nude, to his desk to get it and present it to me.
I took my time initialing it, as he knelt before me, all naked, and worried-looking, and also marked "75 w/ strap" for posterity, then allowed him to dress, his disciplining complete.
