Catching Up

Hi guys! Took a little holiday after posting that very emotional blog two weeks ago that I needed to get off my chest,

and the events from the start of the month where my Mom and Dad spanked me, So a roller-coaster June for me so far.

Interactions with my parents have been totally normal, and it's turned into a bit of a running joke about my spankings and how "spank-happy" I am. This is embarrassing to me, but it's only from those I love, and it turns me on and makes me feel loved and accepted. So yes, there have been a few passing comments here and there. When it's just the inner family circle there is not a gathering that goes by in which my spankings are not at least mentioned in passing by somebody (not me). Sometimes it's a subtle as "has she been a good girl this week?" to David, and I blush on cue. They seem disappointed when here is no spanking to report, and tease me when there is. On one such occasion Dad quipped that I "wanted nothing so much as a good spanking," and Mom agreed that was true.

I've asked David to cool it with pushing the issue of spanking me over there. Sue does not 100% approve, and I don't want to force anything uncomfortable with my folks. I'm very grateful that my spankings have been normalized like this. It sets things up in case a spanking needs to be given in future, even one in jest.

It was actually in jest once that Daddy threatened to put me across his knee when I made a face at one of the dishes Mom had cooked (some really disgusting cabbage thing = yuck = running "joke"). The spanking "threat" was said as a joke, but as a result I ate them and told Mommy how yummy they were, which was embarrassing in and of itself, 'cause Daddy has proven he will spank me and everybody knew it and it was in their minds as I swallowed it down and complimented Mom on her vegetable cooking skills. In fact, the very last spanking from my childhood was Mom spanking me for being stubborn and not eating my peas and eventually throwing them all over her and the room when I was way old enough to know better. She got so mad at me that I think that was the catalyst to stop spanking us kids.

I am biding my time, hoping for another spanking. If Mom serves that dish again, I swear I WILL get up the courage to have a temper tantrum and throw them against the wall. They will know I did it to get spanked, but Mom will have served it knowing that also. I think a whipping for a grown daughter throwing veggies against the wall is reasonable. I can imagine myself scrubbing the wall and floor after with a very sore hairbrush-spanked and belt-whipped butt!


David and I have settled into our switch routine. We've decided the households rules are a) either of us can get spanked anytime for any reason, and b) you get punishment spanked if your spouse is annoyed with you for any reason at all, even if you are in the right. Our theory is that the spanking is to get out some frustrations to keep the relationship healthy, and for the person who annoyed the other to do penance, as our goal is to NOT annoy the other and when we do we have failed.

David got punishment spanked by me the other day for something that was not his fault but that legitimately annoyed me. Let me tell you about it.

We are both working from home of course. Sometime soon after noon we check up on each other to see if we have a mutual good slot to share lunch between meetings. I was free 12-2, so I checked in on David at around 12:15. He was on a call, but he said he would be free 12:30 to 1:30 so we agreed on 12:30. I went ahead and prepared two plates for us. At 12:35 he had still not come down. At 12:40 he had still not come down. At 12:45 he came down and apologized, and said that his call was with someone important and it had gone a bit over and then he needed to send a related email immediately after. We ate a pleasant lunch together outside on the patio. Afterwards we jointly brought the plates in. I rinsed them and opened the dishwasher to put them in, and oh crap, the dishwasher was full with clean dishes, so I asked David to help me unload. He said he was really sorry but that a 1pm call had just come up and he needed to get on that, and he left. None of it was really his fault, but obviously I was annoyed!

But you know what? As I toiled at putting the dishes away it made me much less annoyed planning his punishment spanking.

At 6pm he quit and I already had dinner underway. He came down and we ate together. After dinner was over he was very solicitous about the cleaning up.

"You're being a very good girl, cleaning up all the dishes," I told him, observing his fervour. "But you know that's not going to save your ass, I hope?" I asked him.

"I deserve it..." he said. He knew.

"Finish up the dishes then go take a shower, and come down to the living room and put your nose in the corner until I'm ready to deal with you."

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

"Bra and panties," I added as an afterthought.

"Yes Ma'am," he said again.

See how smoothly it works? He knows when he's annoyed me. I know he really had no choice and I would have done the same in the situation, but we're still going to work it out.

I curled up with my iPad in the living room. He came down and shamefacedly scurried to the corner. He was wearing his red panties and pink bra with the inserts. I let him stand there a bit in anticipation (maybe five minutes).

I left him standing there as I left the room to go upstairs and select an implement. I decided on the little hard rubber paddle. He hates that thing, but it's not injurious and it's very little effort for me to wield effectively.

I went back down to the living room and placed an armless chair in the middle of the room. I sat in it and beckoned David over,

"oh no..." he exclaimed, seeing his instrument of chastisement on my lap.

I picked up the rubber paddle and fondled it in my hands. "Oh Yes," I answered him. He looked very nervous! I think the panties but especially the stuffed bra accentuates the roles we are playing. We both associate the spanker as the more male, Yang sort of role; and the spankee as the more female, Yin sort of role. I was in the jeans and T-shirt. He was in the bra and panties. Don't fight it. Use it.

As he neared me I put my fingers into the waistband of his panties and I pulled then down to his knees. He was erect.

"Do you know why you're being spanked, young lady?" I asked him as I lowered his panties.

"Yes Ma'am," he said. "I annoyed you because I was late for lunch and couldn't help you unloading the dishwasher."

"Yes you did," I agreed with him. "It was extremely annoying, and that means you're getting a good hard spanking. Now get across my knee."

"Yes Ma'am," he said as he draped himself across my knee. I put him right away into the classic "leg lock" position with his right arm bent behind his back and held there, my right leg across the backs of both of his, and his ass hoisted quite high and acutely jacknifed over my left knee. This keeps him in position, opens up his asscheeks that serves up the more tender flesh inside his crack, and makes the backs and insides of his thighs very accessible to me. I could also see his penis and testicles pushing out the back between his legs.

Well, the spanking was memorable, I can say that! I visited all the areas exposed to me. It was a quite extended spanking. I would say fifteen minutes and uncountably many strokes. I varied my intensity but quickly went to a high level and stayed there. He was definitely blubbering, crying out, and begging well before it was anywhere near over.

It felt very cathartic and totally made up for any brief annoyance I felt at lunchtime.

An implement like the one I used is the great equalizer. When David spanks me, his hand is more than sufficient to bring me to the same state I got him into. But my hand only, while hard and practised, can get David nowhere near the level of contrition I expect of him. The evil little rubber paddle is perfect for that. It was not even much effort to swing it to get that result.

I let him up and we hugged and kissed. I told him he could go back upstairs and get changed, as his punishment was over.

Love it!