Husband Panty-Spanked by Wife

My husband david erred and needed a correction. I was only too happy to give it.

For background I put him back on his diet on New Year's and I am keeping him company as I could stand to shed 5 pounds or so myself. We are counting food calories, limiting it (1500 for me, 2000 for him), keeping net carbs low (<50g), and exercising (cardio and weights). I don't like driving carbs down too low, and like to keep it around the 40-50g range because we feel better and it still works (your mileage may vary). So a very important food item for us is this one:

It only has 17g of net carbs per bun, so I like having one once a day.

Well, I sent david out to do the grocery shopping with a list, and he came back with something completely different.

I mean, WTF??? Sure they're also 100 calories and have only 16g of net carbs, but they're smaller and thicker, don't come apart as easily, and when they do come apart they come apart into unevenly thick halves. I was fucking annoyed and all he could say was "they're just the same...". They are clearly not "just the same." I had to get to work when I discovered this but I told him, "tonight you're getting spanked for this."

Lest you think I am unreasonable, this is a typical sort of impromptu scene for us. I pick up some minor thing that slightly annoys me, and I blow it all up out of proportion, using it as an excuse to have a spontaneous "strict wife, submissive husband" scene. We don't actually do this for real differences of opinion, but something like this is perfect. I also enjoy playing a totally unreasonable bitch. Keeps him on his toes!

After work and dinner I confronted him again about these ridiculous buns. He was still maintaining they were "basically the same." I made him take one out and separate it into halves. He had trouble doing it, needed to get a dinner knife to help, and managed to tear the thin top piece in the process. "Just the same, eh?"

"Well, mostly..." he said.

"Look at how thick the bottom half is and how skinny the top half is. And how small the diameter is. You know I like to make two open face sandwiches. How am I supposed to use the skinny one that's practically falling apart? the thick one is way too bready. You think I want that much bread in my slice? And look at how small they are compared to the normal ones. I want maximum surface area for spreading things. They are not the same."

"Ok, they're a bit different."

"And did the store have both?"

"I dunno..."

"You don't even know? You picked up the first thing you saw with no thought at all?"

"I guess."

"Well I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson with a long hard paddling across my knee and some quality time with your nose against the wall."

"Ohhh..."

"Go upstairs, have a shower, clean yourself up with soap, dry yourself, put on a pair of panties and a T-shirt, and then come back down to the living room and put your nose in the corner with your hands on your head and wait for me to punish you. Expect a bit of a wait, young man, until I've calmed down enough to deal with you."

"Ohhhh... yes ma'am..." 

He went up to do as he was told. Ha ha!

I went about my business and before too long I can hear him quietly coming down the stairs and putting himself into the corner. I went over to him and without saying a word I pulled his panties down to just beneath his bottom and then left him there to stew.

Would he be there for 5 minutes? 10 minutes? 30 minutes? One hour? He had no time reference and no way to know. All he knows, for every minute he stands there, is that he's been a naughty boy who is about to be severely spanked across his wife's knee, with a hard wooden paddle, before being put back in the corner.

What is the purpose of the panties, you may ask? They are punishment panties. Not only is he being spanked, he is being panty-trained as well. It is, by definition, an emasculating item of clothing for a male. In his male brain, it is men who wield the power, women who are subject to it. Not today. Or at least, today he is the woman, and the panties let him know that. A woman with his panties lowered about to be taken across the knee and spanked on the bare until he is wailing, begging, and crying like a woman. My little woman.

I like to have him do corner time in the living room. It is where company sits. It is easily visible from the front door. It increases his sense of exposure. He knows that if someone were to drop in (unlikely as that is nowadays) that I would not let him off. I would have to explain what was going on.

I left him there about 15 minutes as it turned out, during which time I fetched my souvenir of Muskoka paddle.

It's hardwood and just the right length to give some good speed on the head. It's not too thick so it bruises less, but really does a number on the nerve endings on his butt, and reddens it beautifully. He "does not like" this paddle.

I placed the armless spanking chair in front of the fireplace. I had my paddle in one hand and reached out for his ear in my other. I conducted him over to the chair, sat, and brought him across my knee.

I reminded him why he was being spanked, and told him I expected abject apologies and begging for mercy - genuine contrition - perhaps even tears, before I would even consider ending his punishment.

Then I laid in. Of course, I warmed up his butt a bit first with lighter strokes of the paddle. If I go too hard too quick, he cannot take it. I want to properly warm up his ass so he can be there across my knee for a nice long journey into submission.

I start upping the pace and increasing the force of the blows. I start getting some satisfying mewling and wriggling. david does not think what he did was so bad as to warrant a spanking. Therefore he is reluctant to apologize and beg for mercy. It is part of our game. But as they say, the spanking does not really start until he is begging for it to end.

His ass is reddening spectacularly and his cries become more strident. I hear my first "no! please!" I remain resolute. He knows what he must do to get this spanking to even begin to end.

"Ok! Ok! Ok! I'm sorry!" he says. It's not very convincing. I increase the intensity.

"I'm SORRY! I bought the wrong bread! Please! I didn't mean to! I was careless. I was thoughtless. I'm sorry! I'm SORRY!"

That was a bit better. NOW his spanking can start.

I would estimate I gave him another five minutes of non-stop punishment. All the while he was frantically apologizing and begging my forgiveness, and begging for his spanking to stop. We found it a good way to get him towards tears is if he is loudly vocalizing during his spanking. It breaks him down physically and emotionally.

Before long I started detecting the addition of sniffles and tears to his increasingly frantic wailing. That was when I became satisfied that he had been properly spanked, and decided to begin ending it.

I like to announce an end to his spanking by pausing, reiterating why he is being spanked, and then telling him that there will be some number more hard ones. It's better than just stopping out of the blue. If I say "10" he will be relieved. If I say "100" he will be frantic. I said "100".

"NO! PLEASE! I'VE BEEN PUNISHED ENOUGH! PLEASE! NOT A HUNDRED! PLEASE!"

"Shut up and think about the consequences next time you go shopping."

I gave him his full measure of 100. I paused after every ten and announced the count. Each ten I made harder than the last. He was in purgatory now. The begging and pleading faded, replaced by a grim determination to make it to the end. Fortunately, the sniffling and the tears were unabated. The mewling was pretty loud, though. 

True to my word, I let him up after the hundredth stroke. His butt and high thighs were a disaster area! He stood gingerly, clutching his ass cheeks. There were legit tears in his eyes.

"Pull up your panties." I told him. He bent down and did so, painfully getting them up and over his sore behind.

"Back in the corner," I said, pointing the way. He shuffled over.

I followed him and when he got there I again pulled his panties down to just beneath his messed up red ass. I like the ritual of this pulling down of panties in the corner.

This time I left him there for a full 30 minutes as I sat there surfing my iPad and watching him. He sniffled and he wiggled and wriggled that sore ass, which was very entertaining.

A typical evening in the Julie household.