Friday, May 7

Spanked for Real for a Fender Bender

Ironically, after being such a bad ass bitch on my last post, I'm sitting here in my flannel PJs on a very sore bottom typing this. I was hand spanked across my husband's knee, got a leathering from his belt across the sofa arm, and then got 30 minutes with my nose in the corner. It was for cause this time. The reason I was justifiably spanked, strapped, and cornered is that I was careless and distracted by my iPhone and got into a fender bender with a gentleman. It was entirely my fault. I was forgiven by the gentleman and punished by my husband. Is there anything more trad wife than that?

I was going out grocery shopping earlier today. I was on a multi-lane street and the cars were coming to a stop at a light. I had been messing with my iPhone to change podcasts and was not paying well enough attention to the road. I realized a bit too late I was in the wrong lane (I was in the middle lane and I needed to make a right turn at the lights). I checked my blind spot. There was a car close behind in that lane and closing but I figured I had enough space so I swerved into the right lane. But while my attention was on my blind spot, the car in front of me in that lane slowed a bit unexpectedly early and the front corner of my car clipped the rear corner of his. Crunch...

We both pulled over and got out of our cars. He was a somewhat older man in his fifties I think, nicely dressed in slacks and a sweater. Maybe it was dumb, but I got right out and admitted complete responsibility to him. "I'm so sorry," I told him, "it was totally my fault." It totally was. I was a bit shaken up and upset, but he was a complete gentleman about it. Not angry or enraged as one might have feared. "These things happen," he told me as he took a look at the damage. Thank goodness for reasonable, controlled people. My car had taken the brunt of it. My front bumper was cracked and a bit floppy and a reflector had gotten knocked out and was lying broken in the street. His car's rear bumper had a bit of paint damage and a buckled-in dent sort of thing.

"Should we exchange insurance or something? Do we need to call the police? I'll pay for everything. Oh my gosh, my husband will be so mad at me."

I just blurted that last one out, but in that instant, standing there with that gentleman, I knew I would get a spanking when I told David. I kind of took all this in while being panicked about the accident.

"No need unless you want to," he said. "It's a pretty small ding on my car. I can pop that out and touch up the paint myself. You seem to have gotten the worst of it."

"Really? Are you sure?" I verified. It looked like more than a little ding to me. Maybe he was being chivalrous.

"Not a problem. These things happen when you drive."

I was so relieved! "Thank you!" I said, "Thank you so much!" I was feeling very grateful to this man. He had a "Dad-like" feeling to him. Maybe he was a Dad. Maybe I stirred some fatherly feelings in him. "What do you think about my car? Can I drive it you think?"

He went to look at my car and manipulated the broken bumper a bit, maybe even sort of knocked it back into place a bit. "You can drive that home, just go slowly. Your husband can tape that up until you get it fixed." I had previously mentioned my husband and how mad he would be.

He implicitly assumed "my husband" would take care of that. I was wondering if he was instinctively responding to my certain knowledge that I would be spanked like a naughty teen. Was I broadcasting spanking pheromones? Can a man subconsciously pick up on the fact that a girl knows she will be spanked?

Of course he was right. My husband would take care of the car. He would take care of something else as well: disciplining me. Despite my nervousness, this was the sort of world I liked living in: a world where careless girls who cause road accidents are disciplined by their husbands. What would the gentleman think if he knew that? Would he approve? I wanted to say something, but I was too chicken so didn't. It completely changed the experience of getting into an accident, though, knowing you had to go home to a certain spanking. I wonder if teenage girls, back in the day, or down South, felt the same. Dealing with all this knowing that a butt whooping from Daddy was in her near future. And the cops on the scene knowing that as well.

After we parted, I went straight home without doing the shopping. I was frazzled and my heart was still pounding as I drove. I left the car in the driveway so David could assess the damage in the light and went into the house. I went over to David who was still working at his computer. I tugged on his sleeve to get his attention. I pouted and almost teared up a little and said in a small voice, "I had a wittle car accident..." It came naturally. Early childhood training on how to get Daddy to feel sorry for you.

"Oh Julie, are you ok?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"I'm ok. A bit frazzled. The bumper of the car is a bit banged up."

"Let's go have a look," David said.

We went outside to the car. David looked at the bumper and shook his head. He went into the house to get some Gorilla Tape and taped the bumper back together. As he worked on it I told him the whole story. I admitted to being distracted by my device and not paying sufficient attention.

"Am I 'gonna get a spanking?" I asked David as he finished up with the bumper.

"Do you deserve a spanking?" he asked me.

"yes sir."

"Then you're going to get a spanking."

"yes sir."

"Go to the living room and put your nose in the corner. Pants down. I'm going to put the car in the garage then I'll be in to deal with you."

"Yes Sir."

I went inside into our living room and put my nose in the corner. I pulled my jeans and panties down to uncover my bottom.

Look at that photo. Can you even imagine that is the way some wives live, for real? Well, when I've earned it, and oh boy did I this time, that is me, and that is the life I choose for myself.

My bottom felt very big and very exposed. It's an unusual feeling to have your bottom exposed like that in the living room. Of course, I get sexually excited at the prospect of a spanking. Even more so when it's from my husband for a legitimate cause. This totally triggers the "little girl shame" in me. These sexy feelings exist at the same time as the certain knowledge that my spanking would be quite severe. It would be a punishment, it would go on well past the point I would wish for it to stop, and I had no "slowdown" safeword at my disposal. It would be an extended bare-bottomed ordeal.

David came into the room and moved the armless chair into the middle of the room. He sat and told me to come over to him. I shuffled over to beside him with my jeans around my ankles and my panties banded around my thighs. I left my hands at my sides, despite the urge to cover my pussy. I know I have to show him my pussy when I'm being punished.

"Why are you being consequenced, young lady?" he asked me.

That was a funny word to use. And I'm not that young but David was intent on making me feel like I was.

"Because I was careless when I was driving and caused an accident."

"Not just careless. You had your eyes on your device instead of on the road."

"Yes sir."

"You were lucky. It could have been worse. You could have been hurt, God forbid, or hurt someone else."

I started tearing up a little. It was true.

"yes sir... sniff..."

"I'm going to take you across my knee and give you a good hard spanking for being careless while driving. After that, I'm going to bend you over the arm of the couch, and give you the belt for playing with your device instead of keeping your eyes on the road."

"yes sir," I said meekly. It was no less than I deserved.

He spread his legs widely and motioned for me to go across his far knee. I settled myself down over his leg and braced myself.

He usually only puts me like this when he "means business". The angle at which I am bent is more extreme relative to going over both legs. It means that my bottom cheeks, especially my low bottom cheeks and upper thighs where he usually concentrates my spanking, is so much more exposed and vulnerable. It also makes it more difficult for me to wriggle off his lap, and if my legs kick they won't block his access to my bottom. If I get frantic, his free leg can be placed across the backs of both of mine to really control me. Plus all the blood rushes to my face and I feel very submissive like that, and with my pussy and bottom hole so "on display" to him.

He began my spanking with hard slaps to my bottom. I swear to God his hand feels like a paddle when he wants it to, and he apparently wanted it to today. No "warmup" for me. David has a signature style of right, left, middle, for my spanks. For "middle" he flattens his large hand and makes it span both my low bottom cheeks. For "left" and "right", he cups his hand more to make it fit around the curves of my butt. When he does "left" that means his fingers curl into my bottom cleft or between my thighs and even sometimes whips into my labia... ouch...

From the very first it's already painful, and it takes no more than about a dozen spanks like that until I am kicking my legs and crying out. If you have never experienced a man's bare hand, spanking with purpose, you have no idea.

I don't know how many spanks he gave me or for how long he kept me over his knee. It felt like many, many minutes and hundreds of spanks. Midways through I was truly desperate, crying, snot nosed, apologizing like crazy and promising to do better. He did scold me as he was spanking me, and I remember just incoherently responding with promises to be good and to be more careful in future.

At a certain point he did put his leg over the backs of mine and clamp my arm to continue my spanking. I guess I was wriggling a lot, though I was not conscious of it. Similar to the below, only more bent over as I was not over a bed at all.

He finished off my hand spanking and released me to stand, helping me to my feet. I was crying big wet tears, partly from my punishment and partly from the catharsis of being relieved of the guilt of having been truly, truly stupid in the car. I'm not often stupid, but when I am...

"Strip," he told me as he stood there, still looking sternly at me, with his arms crossed at his chest.

I was in no position to argue. I took all my clothes off slowly and painfully, my bottom aching. Then I faced him, feeling very embarrassed. I don't know why. He's seen me naked many times. Just not usually in the living room in the light if day and for real punishment. He stripped me like this to make me feel more vulnerable and submissive. It worked.

"Come on," he said, "over the arm of the sofa." There would be no break for me. He conducted me over to the sofa and bent me over the arm.

He positioned himself where I could see, unbuckled his belt, pulled it through the loops of his pants, and doubled it up. I got to watch all of that with a sick anticipation. I had just posted that blog on the belt whipping scene in Handmaid's Tale. David had watched it with me. I don't know if he read my blog on it or not, but I had told him that I had posted it. I think he was playing it back for me and now I was going to be living it for real, only nowhere near as inexpertly as was done in that show. I would be whipped severely I was sure, but safely, with the whipping directed to the fleshiest part of my bare bottom where David could observe the damage as he was inflicting it so as to gauge its severity.

"I'm only going to be giving you twenty, but they're going to be hard ones. After each one you will count it, thank me, and promise you will never again play with your devices while driving a car."

"Yes Sir," I answered.

I felt myself acutely there, offering up a no doubt lewd spectacle, positioned as I was, ready for my husband's belt.

Being fully nude and positioned like this, ready for the belt, is a recurring fantasy for me for how my father should spank me in front of Mom and the family. I think it's the most embarrassing position imaginable, which becomes even more so as my legs start kicking like a little froggy as I am whipped, showing off everything there is to show off, in its most intimate detail.

David lined up the strap and brought it whipping down onto my ass.

"Ahhhh! ONE SIR. Thank you for punishing me. I'll never use my devices while driving again."

"TWOOOO! Thank you Sir. I promise I won't use my devices while driving ever again!"

My legs did kick up and I was very conscious of my lewd and bare-breasted pussy show I was putting on for my husband.

"THREEEEE! Thank you Sir! ..."

You get the picture. I got twenty in all, well spaced out. All of them to my lower ass cheeks. The whipping was hard and hurt, a lot, but was not as bad as I had made it out to me in my head, and actually easier to take than the spanking he had just given me across his knee. I think he held back and focused more on the ritual aspects. It didn't stop me from sobbing like a six-year-old, though.

David helped me up from the sofa and hustled me back to the corner of the living room. He guided me towards it and said, "nose in the corner, young lady. Thirty minutes."

"Yes Sir," I said, planting my nose into the corner. This would be brutal, but I did not complain. It probably would have gotten me spanked and my time doubled had I done so! I think some wives are able to get away with nose "close to the corner". With David, for a punishment, it's nose IN the corner, touching both walls, feet close together and also touching both walls. It's pretty uncomfortable and forces your butt to stick out. Sort of like this...

It was a very long 30 minutes, with no time reference at all. Just fucking interminable and super uncomfortable. I would have preferred almost anything to this. But I did not dare move my nose from the corner. Had he caught me it would have meant another spanking, which would not have been so bad - almost a relief compared to the monotony of the corner - but then a restart of my 30 minutes from the beginning, likely with minutes added, which was not a risk I was willing to take.

As I stood there I wondered what my Dad and Mom would say if they saw me like this. They know I sometimes get spanked, but it had not come up for quite some time. We were seeing them this weekend with Sue also. I would say something about my accident and my spanking would surely come up. For some reason that gives me a thrill, imagining my legitimate blush as it's discussed. I am proud that David takes me in hand when required, and am proud to show that off.

Finally, finally, finally David said "time's up, sweetheart."

I extricated myself from the corner and went over to give him a hug. He hugged me back and squeezed my sore red ass.

"Feel better," he asked?

"Yessir"

"you'll be more careful from now on?"

"yessir."

"Good girl. Now what's for dinner?"

"I never got to the shop, 'cause of the accident..."

"I'll order something in," he said and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

What a nice husband.

I went upstairs and showered and put on my comforting red flannel PJs.

Food arrived, Keto Pad Thai, and we ate in front of the TV watching more Handmaid. Afterwards he watched a John Wayne movie on Prime called Big Jake. I wasn't much interested in that and came up here to blog.

Difficult day.

I've finished most of this blog post up now. It's past 10pm and I hear David coming up to bed. I think I'll join him and snuggle him in my PJs. I'll add some photos and proofread this tomorrow.

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I'm back! It's still not tomorrow. It's around midnight. Just had sex with my husband and he's fallen asleep. I couldn't sleep so I came back to my computer to finish off this blog post.

Sex was nice. We both got ready for bed and I jumped in there with him still in my PJs and we snuggled. He was the big spoon and I was the little spoon. I thanked him for knowing what I needed and punishing me. I told him it was ok if he wanted to fuck me...

That piqued his interest. He politely asked how about me? I told him it would give me the most pleasure to just let him take his pleasure from me. He was game. He began unbuttoning my PJ top. When it was fully unbuttoned he put his hands on my breasts from behind and fondled me. My nipples got hard. He then tugged my PJ bottom down to my knees. He bent me over at the waist, pulling me into him at my hips and pushing me away from him at my upper back. He licked his hand and used it to lubricate the outside of my pussy lips and then fingered me, getting my juices to flow inside and out.

He then put his cock into me. It's always a bit of a shock, his big cock going into my relatively tight pussy. He settled in and started pumping. I loved giving myself to him like this. More accurately, him taking me like this. As he fucked me, he continued mauling my breasts. He pinched my nipples hard. I didn't mind. He was getting off on it. Pretty soon he came into me.

His cock stayed in my pussy, gradually softening until it popped out of its own accord. I turned and gave him a big kiss. I got up to go to the bathroom to cleanup. True to the stereotype, he rolled over and went to sleep!

I slipped into the bed next to him. I wasn't sure if I was going to sleep or not. After five minutes, he was asleep and I was still feeling wide awake so I slipped out of bed to come to my big computer to finish this off.

Rewarding day.

Love you all.

Tell me in the comments, what did you think of my behavior? Do you think David did a good job with me, or would you have punished me differently? Let us know.

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  1. Such a sexy story Julie. David did a wonderful job! You truly deserved that discipline... but so many do. Maybe David could make it a full time gig!

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    1. I certainly did deserve it. And him being my husband, and spanking me when needed, is definitely a full-time gig :-)

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  2. Your behavior? Looking at a device while driving is appalling. But, you were responsible about it, both in talking with the other driver and confessing to David immediately when you got home. You took your punishment without complaint or resistance. All points in your favor.

    David did a good job. I don't think I would have changed your punishment, but we'll have to see if it is effective. You need to put your phone away while you're driving. Are you going to do that? I would expect you to confess if you fail to do that in the future, and if it were me, you could expect a harsher punishment for any future distracted driving.

    My guess is your bottom looks far more realistically whipped than Serena's in The Handmaid's Tale. My guess is you'll be on your best behavior for several days. Promise?

    Like David, I'm relieved you weren't hurt and that you didn't hurt anyone else. It's one thing to get your bottom hurt in a spanking. It's quite another to get hurt in a car accident, where the damage can be permanent. Let's hope the close call is a mighty incentive to avoid distractions when you're driving in the future.

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    1. Yes Sir - I will put my phone away while driving.

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  3. David did an excellent job dealing with your behaviour. It's just a shame that the man you hit was bit too forgiving. In exchange for foregoing your insurance details, he should at least have been permitted to watch your punishment. I hope you imagined him doing just that as it was going on!

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    1. I know! You know me, I hate a missed opportunity, and especially when it was missed because I was too afraid. I blame it on not thinking straight in the moment. Had I been thinking straight, I would definitely have alluded to my spanking. He might have asked for more details out of concern for domestic abuse, and I would have had to explain the whole arrangement. It would then have been natural to invite him to participate, being the injured party. Opportunities lost. Shucks!

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  4. I’d really love to see more cornertime pictures of you during these moments. You have such a beautiful and naughty little arse.

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    1. There's a few posted already, but none with me REALLY in the corner the way David places me.

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  5. So, for you both,
    You eroticize easily your guilt, is this also the case for David?
    You often use your father's hand or belt as a punishment/love implement, does he have a reference figure too?

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    1. Spanking is a form of guilt expiation for me. I learned my lesson from the actual accident itself. Then I needed to stop beating myself up over it. That's where the spanking comes in and I definitely eroticize that. David was never spanked growing up. He learned it all from porn!

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    2. Does he even deserve to be spanked again ...

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  6. David nailed it, a spanking that we the proper punishment. The only thing different from my spankings is that I must wear my jammies after a spanking no matter the time of the day. I still have to face the wall, bare bottom on display. It is having to wear the jammies that really add to the punishment, for if someone drops in, see me, first words normally are, see you have a very naughty little boy, my wife responds, yes, says why the spanking, and also earned a early bed time. Jack

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    1. For me, the PJs are very comforting after the fact.

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    2. I could agree with that, but being seen during the day in my jammies, well I feel very little, and the comments made. My jammies I forgot to mention have cowboys and indians on them, they are little boy jammies, which really adds to the punishment. A wife has so many roles, being a 'Mommy' my wife does very well when I mess up. Jack

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  7. You must be adorable with your red nipples and red bottom under your PJs red flannel.

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  8. Accidents are stressful. Everything else aside, hope you're not too shaken up by it. The only accident I've gotten into was a tiny bump into another car and even that left me feeling terrible for nearly a week. Maybe getting spanked for it would have made me feel better...

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    1. Even a little accident like this had my adrenaline pumping well into the night. Suggest you try spanking to calm down sooner than a week. I'm feeling much more Zen now.

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  9. David did a pretty good job, but instead of using my hand I would have used a big, nasty hairbrush and not stopped until I saw tears.

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    1. Yes, I was wondering about that. I personally think a wooden implement was called for. Yes, his hand is very hard and very punishing, but a wooden hairbrush or paddle, wielded with the same intent, would burn my ass like hell, which I think I deserved.

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  10. The things that you do, the lengths you go to, to generate authentic content for this blog and for us, your readers! It's truly admirable. I'm not saying you deliberately caused this accident, but there's maybe a subroutine running in the background in your subconscious mind that is ever on the lookout for real life situations that could trigger fresh spanking content for us readers. And then when it finds one, bang, the code executes and before long, ythere you are at the computer, once again sitting on a freshly spanked bottom while writing up your latest exploits. - Frank

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    1. Ha ha! Well there were NO parts of me, subconscious or otherwise, that got into an actual traffic accident to generate content. But I think all of us do wrong from time to time. For most of us, our egos kick in and we convince ourselves someone else is at fault. For example, I could have said the man ahead stopped recklessly fast and caused the accident. A spanked wife does not really get that choice, which is an attraction of it for me.

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    2. But what's interesting with you is that you are not a full time spanked wife. Sometimes you are s wife who spanks your husband. With your last story of you spanking David I wondered whether it was a case of you feeling guilty for not living up to your own expectations for your self -- I'm referring to your lying to us readers about whether David knew about your blog -- and you seemed to be projecting that guilt onto David and punishing him for it. Mayybe that was a case of what you allude to in your comment above in which your ego kicks in and convinces you that someone else is at fault. - Frank

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    3. That's not true. I consider myself to be a full-time spanked wife. David has full rights on me all the time. Yes, sometimes we play with me on top and him on the bottom, and sometimes we draw from real events, but you should think of those more as roleplay. We also roleplay with me on bottom. But if David considers that I have misbehaved, he has full spanking rights over me, 24x7.

      I don't feel guilty about the blog lie. That was David's wish, and I was respecting it. At a certain point we both realized the lie could not be sustained, and was more damaging than helpful, so we fessed up.

      Because of my domestic discipline arrangement, I think it helps me to shed ego, by being humble and respectful. It's David's decision whether or not I'm at fault, not mine.

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    4. Thanks for clarifying that. I'm sure you can understand how one might get confused over that. I was just thinking that an interesting topic for a blog post would be an interview with David, based on questions submitted by readers. I was intrigued by a recent comment you made that David wasn't spanked growing up and that he learned about spanking from porn. Would love to hear the story from his point of view about how he converted a vanilla woman to become his full-time spanked wife. - Frank

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    5. little pest.

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    6. Indeed, nothing not confusing about it!

      I will take "little pest" as an adorable compliment?

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  11. When we were about a dozen years old, my brother and I were fooling around with our bikes on the road and we hit a car. The guy had come down and asked us for the address of our parents, telling us he was going to visit them.
    We knew what it meant: spanking and maybe even in front of him.
    Fortunately, when we got home our father told us that our grandfather had just died. The guy could always come ...

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  12. Dear Julie, I believe that David was very fair in how he handled that situation. It is true that he could have used some other warm up besides his hand for your over the knee spanking, but I suspect he knew that you already had a bad time of it.
    I think that it is good that you properly thanked him, but you should started by properly sucking his cock first.

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    1. Thank you.
      David seemed eager enough to stick it in without the preamble of oral!

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  13. Heh heh heh, all that bluster the other day about pegging your sissy hubby and yet here we are with Julie getting the sore bottom and the well used hole. And rightly so, distracted driving is indeed unacceptable behavior. It was only right that you receive a bare bottom spanking and strapping. And of course, disciplined wives are to allow their husbands to use their wet little pussies to relieve themselves from the excitement and sexual tension brought on by reddening their deserving soft naked bottoms. Little Miss Puss Puss should not avoid partaking in the corrective process.

    I would have kept you naked below the waist until the next morning at the least. For an offense as dangerously negligent as distracted driving, you likely would have gotten another spanking in the morning before getting ready for work as well, followed by a load of cum in the mouth. Depending on work circumstances, a plugging may be imposed as well.

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    1. The irony had not escaped me. I lead with it. Talk about being put right back into your place.

      You joke about it a bit, but women get bonded to their men more intensely during sexual relations than men do to their women. Especially a penis inside us increases that bonding exponentially. After a punishment, we too need that.

      I think an additional morning spanking would not at all have been unreasonable. And being ejaculated into orally again just increases my bond to him, so yes to that.

      I am working from home, sitting in front of my computer, so some sort of plug as punishment would have been practical as well.

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  14. Hi Julie, I can definitely relate to this post. It was 20 years ago but I to got in an accident that was my fault. Nothing major but still $2000 worth of damage. Once we went over everything and I confirmed nobody was hurt and I was fine I was told to go get the paddle. In the living room she told me to get my clothes off and get over her knee. This was a real no nonsense punishment spanking. I couldn't wait for corner time. Standing in the corner moving from leg to leg or squeezing my cheeks burnt like crazy. Finally after 45 minutes she told me to come out of the corner but it was only for another spanking. It didn't take long to start crying. Finally she said get up and go straight to bed. Besides the spanking she gave me a 8pm bedtime for a week

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  15. You're on a roll this week I think this the most posts you've had for one week. No need to let up

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    1. This one was entirely unplanned!

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    2. you could have worked the spanking and corner time with a mouth soaping if you fibbed just a little.

      Emily

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  16. You and others keep referring to this as an "accident". An accident
    is defined as "an event that happens by chance or that is without apparent or deliberate cause". This "accident" was an incident
    caused by selfishness, arrogance, carelessness and stupidity!
    What if you had hit a bicycle or pedestrian? You got off lightly
    with the discipline applied by your husband. A vigorous judicial
    birching on your bare bottom should be given for a minimun of one week.

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    1. Interesting. When I was doing Workplace Health & Safety, as accident was defined as "an unexpected transference of energy". Seems a much better definition.

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    2. I think it is colloquially called an accident, but the point is taken. I was lucky worse did not happen. I learned a lesson at a relatively low cost.

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  17. Many years ago I was staying with a newly married couple when the wife came in and announced to her husband that she had done some damage to the car, an old Ford Pinto. That was followed not long after by her question to him "So do I get a spankin'?". I don't know for sure whether she did or she didn't, but she was certainly askin' for it. Damaging the car is such a classic spankable offence, because often, a man will see his car as his precious baby and take it personally if something happens to it. - Frank

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    1. Yes, it is a classic I guess. Good thing it was our runaround car, not his pride and joy personal toy that I am too intimidated to drive!

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  18. I think you deserved more than you got. I also think he should have throat fucked you roughly and cum all over you face and in your mouth and not let you clean it off, just as added punishement...but hey that's just me...

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    1. Not much of a 'little girl" punishment ;-)

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    2. no nor was it meant to be..... :)

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  19. What a silly thing to do - I'm glad you suffered no more harm than a spanked bottom, tweaked nipples, and a sore little puss! I hope your parents reiterate how foolish you were and that David tells them exactly how he punished you! Did Mommy and Daddy teach you to drive, or did they pay for you to have lessons? Even if you paid your own way I imagine they warned you about reckless behaviour behind the wheel.

    And you're lucky you hit a fellow polite Canadian! It sounds like he's very forgiving, unless he saw you messing about with your phone and apologising profusely and mistook you for a total airhead! "These things happen when you drive" is something you'd say to a teenage bimbo who's panicking because she scratched her Daddy's BMW, not a woman in her *cough* late thirties who is supposed to have her life together!

    In a perfect world David would have driven you to the gentleman's house so you could give him a case of beer and told him how you'd been punished, offering to show him the consequences of your misbehaviour!

    Again, I'm glad nobody was hurt, glad you had a proper punishment, and glad you got fucked! But I'm looking forward to your further humiliation at dinner!

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    1. Yes, it's confirmed re dinner. Parents will be told. Wishing Daddy will take the belt to me also.

      Daddy taught me to drive, of course, though you have to do a lame course to get your insurance rates down as well.

      Yes, you're right about how I should have got the guy's name and address so we could have dropped a gift around. I would have apologized as I handed it over and then David would have said, "sweetheart, tell Mr. So-and-so how you were punished."

      I would stammer and admit to the spanking over his knee.

      David would press for details, "what kind of spanking was it, young lady?"

      "A... a bare bottom spanking, Sir."

      "And did you have to stand in the corner afterwards?"

      "Yes Sir."

      "For how long?"

      "30 minutes, Sir"

      "And what were you wearing during your timeout?"

      "I was bare naked Sir."

      What red-blooded male would not smile at that exchange? Perhaps he might say, "wish I would have been there to see it."

      David could jump on that, "well, as the injured party, I'm happy to come in and freshen up her spanking while you watch?"

      And again, what red blooded man would not agree to that??? The only potential hitch would be the wife approval factor!

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    2. I don't see the wife as being a major obstacle, especially when the spanking is so clearly deserved!

      I think you should make it clear to Daddy that you know he taught you better and that you will make it up to him however he sees fit! I imagine him getting up from dinner, standing you up, baring your bottom, giving you the belt until you're a slobbering wreck, marching you to the corner and going back to his meal! Your husband can escort you from the corner when it's time to go home, your unfinished dinner just sat there as the adults continue their conversation.

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  20. I am totally with David on this . Good sound discipline spanking and belt whipping for your lack of good judgement while driving . Sadly we did not get to see your well blistered bottom in the corner . Holding your phone over your head the whole time . Were I David , or your Daddy. You would need permission to use the car until it is repaired .

    Paddle Faddy

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    1. Yes Sir. That would have been fair Sir.

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    2. As for your father giving you the belt . I think that is a very good idea. Belt whipping in your old room and sent to bed for the night alone in your old room. Your phone taken for the night and forbidden to do anything inappropriate for a discipline whipping .
      Paddle Daddy

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    3. Sounds fair enough. David can pick me up in the morning.

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  21. I would have been upset in the first place with David. If he would have just done the grocery shopping, this would have never happened. A stern spanking to him and made to go grocery shopping in one of his cute panties. Buns on aisle 2;)

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    1. He thinks grocery shopping is woman's work. Grrrrrr.

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  22. In addition to the spanking and strapping, I think that he should have treated you as a teenager and taken your phone away from you for a week or so.

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  23. David was completely correct and justified in your punishment. I recently had to tell my Wife that i received a speeding ticket. She was pissed and rightfully so. Being in a FLR i was in fear as i told Her i got caught doing 30km over the speed limit.
    She dished out a similar punishment, minis the hug and sex afterward.
    I also think the reason the gentleman involved in the accident didnt report it to the police is because you are a beautiful lady

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    1. Looks like you got what was coming.

      And perhaps you're right, there was possibly some "pretty girl privilege" going on, especially in a "damsel in distress" situation.

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  24. I agree that a wooden implement would have done a world of good here. Your distracted driving may have only resulted in a minor fender bender this time, but it could have been so much worse. It's the same as drunk driving. Very irresponsible and quite disappointing.

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    1. Yes Sir. I am wondering if my Dad will take the same view.

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  25. Speaking of your flannel PJs, isn't it on flannel too, but on Mr. Stevens' pants, that you're going to rub soon your adorable soaking wet bush?

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  26. Driving is not difficult. The least difficult aspect is ensuring you don’t drive into the vehicle ahead of you. But oddly, that kind of collision represents approximately 30% of all collisions. Prevent that one and insurance rates would plummet (let alone stopping injuries and other losses).

    Anyone who does that should submit to a bare bottom spanking delivered by the victim at the scene.

    It’s atrocious and entirely preventable.

    And your experience points to the value of a similar consequence for anyone caught using their goddamned phone while driving. Hand held or hands free.

    peter peter

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  27. I was given a severe spanking 6 years ago by a friend after I ran a red light. I had dutifully stopped and reached to pick something up from the floor. Unbeknownst to me, my foot slipped off the brake, I drifted into the intersection, and I almost caused an accident. Neither the officer who witnessed the whole thing nor my friend found it funny. He wrote a ticket, and she painted my arse redder than the light I ran.

    What would you have done, Julie?

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  28. We let chicks vote, we let them drive, is in no wonder we have to pot them in their place once in awhile. Just be a good little bitch and do as you're told !!!
    Kind regards
    Chris

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    1. I think we'd be better off all around if women didn't get to vote. Too emotional, irrational, and nurtury, with some notable exceptions. I'd sacrifice my vote and those of the sane women to cancel out all the rest of my sex.

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