My Upcoming Spanking

As you all can imagine, I've been absolutely obsessing over the spanking I am due to receive on Sunday evening from my Dad.

Will this be me Sunday evening???

The circumstances leading up to this are detailed in A Promise Made in case you missed it. It's not what you think. It's not a punishment per se, although I expect it will feel like it. It's my Mom and Dad catering to their grown-up daughter's silly request.


My flirting with being spanked in a family setting was first exposed to my Mom and Dad more than two years ago. I set it up in advance with David. I playfully (and inappropriately) swatted his bum while he was standing chatting with Mom, and so he "chased me down", turned me under his arm, and gave me six hard swats to the seat of my dress in front of the extended family.

 Julie Spanked in Front of Family

This was done with the explicit permission and encouragement of my Dad. David asked him, as a joke sort of, if he was allowed to give me "just one" as I dangled there ass out after he had caught me. Dad told him to give me more than one! I got six zingers over the seat of my tight dress while everybody watched.  It was played as more a sort of fun affair, but as I wrote at the time,

I am proud that I am married to a man who knows what a woman sometimes needs and gives it to her regardless of who is there to see it!

My Dad definitely enjoyed it and my Mom was very tolerant of it. My younger sister was disgusted, and Sue, my older sister, thought it was hilarious. My younger sister's teenage sons and her husband also saw it. They seemed to enjoy it also! I think there's something universal about a "naughty wife" being playfully spanked on the seat of her dress by her husband. It was very clear (due to all my giggling and my cheeky naughtiness leading up to it) that it was playful with no hint of abuse.

That event, more than anything, set me off on more submissive thoughts regarding my husband taking on a more dominant role in my life, with my family as witness to it. I wanted it "out there" among those I loved. As a badge of some sort. As well, I wallowed in all manner of public spanking fantasies, such as the one below, imagining that David had raised my dress not knowing I was not wearing panties.

I also spun off into fantasies of my Dad spanking me, in the most embarrassing ways, such as bare breasted.

or whipped,

Eventually those extreme thoughts faded, though they still lingered, and I became increasingly more and more subby generally, though I could (and can) still readily switch into Domme mode.


That domestic submissive thinking re-surfaced with a fury over the past two months where, as described in Julie Spanked for Being Irresponsible, David had legitimate cause to spank me (against'ish my will), but at home, in private, and very much for real. I was spanked then stood in the corner with my hands on my head and my freshly spanked ass on display as I was  lectured. I found myself (legitimately) receptive in that state, and legitimately obedient fearing a continuation or escalation of my spanking which had already brought me to tears.

As continuation of all this, my Mom and Dad were told about it as it involved me endangering them. This revelation was very embarrassing for me, as it was not a play spanking, but a real one for real justifiable reasons (if you are of the camp that spanking a woman is ever justifiable, which I am).

I must say though, they did not take it too seriously. Partly because they thought what I had done was not too serious (David disagreed, and it was his assessment that mattered!). So they assumed we were playing and their reaction was a combination of amused and supportive of my at-home spanking from David (they spanked me growing up, but only until age 10, so they were not against the notion totally). They also think it is cute and sexy for David to be doing that to me "against my will" (nudge-nudge wink-wink) or not.

The whole incident had me spinning in submissive space, and really, really craving to be taken in hand properly. We subsequently tried a DD Contract of sorts that did not work out as written, but the essence of it is intact. David spanks and otherwise punishes me whenever and wherever I need it, at his sole discretion.


When I was still very much in DD Contract mode,  I really, really wanted to tell my close family that we were adopting this as a new lifestyle: the dominant husband and the disciplined wife. I admit I am obsessed with them knowing that and taking it more seriously. It's not just nudge-nudge wink-wink fun. There's an emotional need wrapped up in there somewhere that I feel is very important to me. (Yes, it's all me me me, I get it.)

So one Sunday, David and I were alone with Mom and Dad, and I told them about our new "lifestyle" (Honesty is the Best Policy). Mom and Dad expressed zero surprise at the announcement that I had become a disciplined wife. She and Dad had already figured that much out. I still felt they took it lightly, as if indulging a child (which was in fact what they were doing), and treating it as naughty fun.

I explained a bit more about why I wanted this. As I mentioned above, I actually have two motivations. Yes, one is sexy, but the other is emotional. I focused exclusively on the emotional component, the idea of regaining my inner child through childish treatment and temporary abdication of responsibility from being self-disciplined to being externally disciplined. I think it's similar to what my blog friend michael is going through with his weight loss problem he describes at Held Accountable: giving his self-discipline a motivational boost by "pretending" (honestly pretending) at external discipline.

Mom was very understanding. She thought it was sweet and sexy as between a husband and wife. It was going so well that David told them that part of what I craved was for them to be involved in some way. One thing led to another and David wound up giving me a demonstration spanking in front of them. Full bare bum and everything  Oh God, that was so embarrassing yet exciting!

This was literally the view my Dad and Mom had.

Having my Dad see me like that, submissive, spanked, on display, really had my fantasies around being spanked by him spinning up. My folks played it off as no big deal to see me like that. I am their baby girl after all. Their "baby girl", though, masturbated to the thought of receiving a legs splayed belt whipping from her Dad...

Not so long after that I had some alone time with my Dad, which was rare, and I sort of spontaneously and shamelessly draped myself across his lap as he was sitting on the couch next to me. I asked for a playful spanking, baring my bum a split second before flopping across his lap to catch him off guard (Spanked by Daddy). He gave me a few playful swats and laughed it off. But he for sure enjoyed having me across his lap like that! (No, there was no erection - that I was aware of - it was just playful and he laughed it off as he does, and said that it was a bit of fun.)

And then on another Sunday there was corner time... (Monday Dinner + Politics = Nose in Corner)

 
We were over for dinner and I was egging David on to raise my spankings in a cute way, but he did it in a legitimately embarrassing way, not the way I wanted, rather in an overly sexual context that involved hints of him being submissive to me, which I did not want. I got a bit mad and decided to be a brat and for some reason deliberately rile up everybody with politics talk at the dinner table. I even insulted Mom a bit, sort of inadvertently. David got angry with me and sent me to stand with my nose in the corner for the WHOLE rest of the dinner and until we left. I have never been treated like that before (at least since I was a little kid). Humiliating. My Mom even asked if I could be released, but David told her no, that I needed to learn my lesson, so I had to stand with my nose in the stupid corner, like a child, for a ridiculously long time in front of everybody, even after they left the dining room to go to the adjoining living room and turned out the lights. Plus, as we were leaving my parents' house I was made to apologize and they were basically told I was getting a spanking as soon as we got home, which happened. Total cringe.


A few days after that incident, mid week, Mom called me and asked me to stop over for tea, just the two of us (Tea with Mom). She wanted to know I was still ok with that kind of treatment, and we spoke very openly and honestly between just the two of us about my domestic discipline needs. I straight up asked Mom if it was ok that we kept involving her and Dad as we had been. My Mom said yes to that. I then pushed my luck and asked if it was possible for me to get a spanking from Daddy... Mom had to think on that one (and no doubt consult with Dad as well), so she left it at that.


Then just this past Sunday, a lot of the conversation I had with my Mom was recapped with my Dad, David, and my sister Sue present as well (A Promise Made). Sue came out very openly that she had spanked me herself, and really hard ("blistered my butt", which was literally true - evil big wooden salad spoon).

That provoked a discussion of safewords for me and spanking technique. David got into it and explained about the hand/paddle/strap progression,

where on my ass and thighs he spanks me, and for how long and for how hard I seem to need it to get the emotional release I am seeking. Everybody was talking about how to spank me and how hard I wanted it! OMG!

Right towards the end, Mom said that I had asked if Dad could spank me. She said that in discussing it with Dad, she discovered that I had already taken matters into my own hands. I don't think she was really mad about that, but she used that, I would say, as a little excuse to promise me that next week, and I quote,

after dinner, your father will be taking you upstairs for a proper spanking, young lady, just like David described.

Mom and Dad had clearly talked about it, and had decided to grant my wish. Yay? Gulp? I do not know any more details about it than just that, and "just like David described" could mean a variety of different things, all the way from a hand spanking over Dad's knee to a nude strapping with bare naked corner time, and anything in between.

But at least it meant a "proper spanking" for sure.

I have since discussed it all with Sue over the phone. She's looking forward to hearing me get spanked by Dad. She thinks "high time!". She scolded me for putting Dad in this position. She is convinced I engineered this whole thing. She accused me of being the type of person who goes into the revolving door behind you and comes out in front. She says I have been trying to provoke Dad sexually since I was a kid, and she hoped Dad would give me "more than I bargained for" (she meant spanking wise, not sex wise, get your heads out of the gutter! Or is that my head...)

While I fantasize a lot of things about my Dad, I don't want this spanking to be any of that. I just want a straightforward punishment spanking from him, with the requisite baring and inevitable exposure that comes part and parcel with such a punishment. I realize that inherent in a spanking punishment is removal of clothing, and that's deliberate. For an adult woman it's embarrassing when it's done for that purpose. Modesty is a privilege that is lost for the duration of the punishment. I accept that, as if I had a choice.

And so that catches us up to my present state of anticipation for next Sunday where Dad will be spanking me, for real, for sure.

While it was not said, I'm pretty sure Dad will be spanking me in front of Mom. That in itself makes it more embarrassing. With my Dad we can play it off as fun. With Mom there watching over it, it becomes more punishment than fun already, which I suppose is good, but more embarrassing. Mom already thinks I should be seeing a therapist, and this will not help that cause! But she indulges me. She does not see the harm in it, but doesn't really approve.

I am almost certain I will have to go across my Dad's knee, my bum will be bared, and he will give me a significant spanking with at least his hand. Dad's "manhood" may be a bit at stake if he is unable to raise a ruckus from me that can be heard downstairs, and is unable to make me cry. Dad is not one to back off from a challenge, and he is still in really good shape for his age!

Holy shit...