Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible - and Daddy knows...

Oh Blush! I got a spanking from my husband for being irresponsible. I guess I deserved it. My nemesis "Hattrick" will be tickled pink, I'm sure. The worst (best?) part of this spanking is that my Dad (my real Dad!) knows...

My actual husband spanking the actual me!

So it's Saturday, and I'm bored as shit, and I want ice cream, and we don't have any in the house. My husband is more a stickler than I. I tell him that I'm going out for a walk. He says best to stay in the house and shelter in place. Yeesh, I tell him, I can go out for a friggin' walk!!! He says, ok, but wear a face covering and stay two meters away from anybody. YES. Already! Geeze!

So I go out and I go to the grocery store and buy a little tub of ice cream (just a little one).

It's not crowded and everyone is very social distancy and everything in the grocery store. I bring it back home with me.

So I sit at the kitchen counter and I scoop a scoop of ice cream into a bowl and savour it. Soooo goood!

"Where did you get the ice cream?" asks David.

"Oh, it was in the freezer." Not exactly a lie. It was in the freezer. Briefly.

"No it wasn't, we didn't have any in the freezer."

Busted.

"Yeah, well, I just bought it, and put it in the freezer," I told him, like Duh!

"I thought you were just going for a walk," said David.

"I walked to the grocery store and bought some ice cream. It's not a big deal."

"You know you're not supposed to. One trip to the grocery store a week. That's it."

"One trip to the grocery store a week, that's it," I said mocking him. I was bratting, I admit it. I shouldn't have. He called my bluff...

He grabbed me by my upper arm and pulled me away from the kitchen counter.

"Hey!" what was I thinking of.

He pulled me into the living room and towards the couch. He started undoing my pants.

"David! No!" I told him. "I DO NOT consent!"

Not exactly true... especially as I knew I had been naughty. But I wasn't about to make it easy for him.

He pulled my pants down to my ankles and then pulled me across his knees.

"NO! NO!" I yelled.

He ripped my panties down to my mid thighs.

"YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION! LET ME UP!" I told him.

He started spanking me!

This is actually from a video of my husband spanking me,
though on a different occasion. It must have looked similar!

He used his bare hand on my bottom. Hard. Over and over and over again.

What was I thinking? Let me explain. This was not a "play" spanking. It was not incredibly hard or brutal or anything. We have definitely played harder than this. But this was not play. He had put me here against my will. I could have had him thrown in jail (or, yes, used our safeword). But... I knew from the moment he caught me that I had been a bad girl. An actual bad girl. I did something impulsive with the ice cream trip. I lied by omission when I said I was going for a walk. I did not wear a face covering as I implied to him I would. I taunted him by eating the ice cream out in the open. I basically lied to him, technicalities notwithstanding, when he asked me about the ice cream. I ignored his concerns about social distancing. And I mocked him. Yes. I had been a bad girl and I knew I had it coming.

"Ok ok, I'm sorry!" I told him.

He kept spanking.

"Please! Ok! I get it! You can stop now!"

He kept spanking. He did not say a word. He just spanked me! It was getting really painful now. His hand is hard like a paddle. He did not hold back.

"Please! David! I'm sorry! Please!" I begged, my legs kicking up a storm.

He... Kept... Spanking...

"I'M SORRY!" I cried out, as the tears started flowing. I don't normally cry from a spanking. But, as I said, I knew I had been a bad girl, and the emotions sort of got to me. Daddy was giving his little girl a spanking. Yet still he did not stop. I let the tears flow as he continued spanking me with intensity. Oh shit. I was being punished. It must have been only about five minutes, but it felt like forever, like my spanking would never, ever end, and I was a bad girl, and bad girls get punished...

David stopped spanking me and put me on my feet. He took me towards the corner of the living room and made me stand there with my pants and panties down, and my hands on my head.

Actual me again.

"You stay there until you can tell me why you just got spanked," he told me.

He took a seat in the living room where he could keep an eye on me and started reading a book while I sniffled and regained a bit of my composure. My butt was on fire. I was emotional.

After I had calmed down and thought about things. After maybe five minutes, I ventured "I got spanked because I lied to you, Sir." I said.

"Try again," he said.

I thought it was because of one of the lies. Oh no. No, I know what it was that peeved him so and said, "because I wasn't social distancing, Sir?"

"That's right. Now tell me why that was irresponsible," he said.

Personally, I thought the whole social distancing thing had gone a little over the top. At risk of another spanking, I said,

"You know it's all overblown, right?"

"Do you want another spanking? If you didn't like that spanking, you'll like the paddle to your butt even less," he said.

"No Sir. I don't want another spanking." True dat! "But, but I have, like, a 0.2% chance of dying from it, if I even catch it, you know that, right?"

"Think about someone other than yourself."

Oh shit... I all of a sudden knew why he was so upset. It also came to me that I was in fact having an argument on a very similar topic on my last blog post with a commenter (a man named Hattrick - this comment). It's almost like I got spanked a little bit by him... so humiliating!

"My Mom and Dad," I said.

"Exactly. Explain."

"I might catch it, not know I have it, and spread it to them..."

"Bingo," he said. "Look, either you don't go see your Mom and Dad, or you do social distancing properly. It's still a risk, and you know I don't approve, but we agreed, and at least you'd be minimizing the risk responsibly."

"But it's such a small chance..."

"Ah ah! It's a small risk with a nasty downside. If we carry it to them, what's the chances they may die?"

I thought that was harsh, but I knew the stats. "10% to 20%, Sir."

"And how would they die?"

Ugly! "Their lungs would fill with fluid, Sir, and they'd sort of drown..."

"Is that a risk worth taking?"

"No Sir."

"We agreed it's you and me, your sister, and your Mom and Dad, and that's it. And that's already a big enough group. We offset the risk by running all their errands for them so they don't need to leave their house. But the only way it's even remotely acceptable is if we take precautions at their house, and social distance everywhere else, right? That's the only reason I agreed to it. You remember that conversation, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"I swear to God, Julie, if you do anything like this again I'll tear up your ass with a belt, and not in a good way. Got it?"

"Yes Sir. Got it."

"Ok, you can come out of the corner now,"

I turned to face David. My pants and panties were still down. My hands were still on my head. I was sort of crying a bit, thinking about what might happen to Mom and Dad. "I'm sorry...".

David came over, pulled up my panties, then pulled up my pants and re-fastened them. He brought me over to the couch and he snuggled with me.

I had been pretty stupid. I was determined NOT to do it again, legitimately. I was even reconsidering gathering with my Mom and Dad at all. Lots to think about.


Later that evening, while David was watching a movie, I went to bed early to read. I thought about the spanking he had given me. My butt still tingled and itched. My shame turned a bit to lust. He had been pretty darned masterful with me. I put down my book, rolled over on my tummy so my bottom was in the air, and started stroking my pussy.

I recalled the sensations of being dragged through the kitchen and put across his knee against my will. The sensations of him lowering my pants and my panties, baring my bottom. His strength. My powerlessness. The sensations of him spanking my bare bottom with his hard hand. The fanny pain. My begging him to stop and him not stopping. Spanking me for a long time. To teach me a lesson. It was what a Daddy would do to his naughty teenage daughter.

The thoughts of "Daddy" pivoted in my imagination. For what I did, I should probably be spanked by my husband in front of my Mom and Dad. Bare bum. Hard.

(courtesy Glenmoretales - modified to fit by moi...)

Sue would be there and be outraged by my behaviour. She would want a turn as well. She would use Mom's wooden spoon. And my Daddy would want to spank me also. Not for himself. He's fearless. But for the risk I took with Mom. Daddy would bend me over the back of their sofa, bare naked, pussy and bottom hole on parade, and leather my behind.

Oh God! Pussy up. Gaping open and closed as I kick my legs to my whipping. Bottom hole exposed. Leathering my behind... SWISH SMACK! SWISH SMACK! SWISH SMACK! No Daddy! Please Daddy! Don't whip me like this! Not across the couch! Not bare naked! Please! Please! I'll be good! So good!

I came thinking about my actual father leathering my behind in that exposed position.

When David came up to bed and the light was off and I was again snuggling with him, bare body to bare body, I thanked him for my spanking, said I deserved it, and told him all about my little masturbation session, about him mastering me, and even my thoughts about Mom and Dad seeing me spanked, and Dad leathering me in that exposed position. David reminded me that we were due for regular Sunday dinner there tomorrow evening, and maybe he'd make my fantasies come true.

"You wouldn't!" I told him.

He agreed he wouldn't but suggested that if the opportunity arose, a little teasing might not be out of place... (Mom and Dad know that I am a bit of a "spanked wife" - we outed ourselves a bit over the years, especially this one time... Julie Spanked in Front of Famiy... For Real!!! They don't know David is a spanked husband and I prefer to keep it that way. They know I get spanked for sexy fun, not for anything real - except this time I guess!)

That was all Saturday.

Today was Sunday. We are just back from Sunday dinner at my Mom and Dad's with Sue. And oh Gawd! I'll never be able to face them again.

We were talking about COVID and stuff (is that all we talk about nowadays?). I suggested that maybe we shouldn't do Sunday dinners anymore. My Mom and Dad were adamant we should. They see nobody else other than Sue and David and I, and they are sure that with everybody taking precautions it is safe enough. I told them about the incident of me going to get ice cream yesterday. My Mom and Dad did not think it was a big deal. David agreed that it was not a big risk, but that it was a needless one. Then David said, "and if she does it again, she's getting a spanking."

Oh no! Blush blush blush! My embarrassment gene kicked in hard and I felt myself flushing. I have no idea literally, why I put myself through things like this. My heart was fluttering, but I was not about to let it drop. I added in a sort of embarrassed voice, "he means, another spanking..."

My Mom and Sue both stifled a smile and my Dad laughed aloud. He has a Scottish background, and some times a little brogue comes out. "So, you got your bum smacked for buying ice cream did you?" he said.

Oh Geeze! I realized only belatedly this was NOT a conversation I really wanted to have with my parents!

"Yes, Sir," I said, kind of instinctively. I had never called my Dad "Sir" in my entire life up to now.

"Oh, ha ha ha, 'Sir' is it? Well I'm sure you've learned your lesson then. Oh ha ha ha."

"Fine weather we're having," said my Mom, changing the subject abruptly.

"Yes indeed, Mom. Very fine weather," said my sister pointedly. And we all switched to discussing the very fine weather we were having.

Oh dear!