Wife Trained with Cottage Belt

David and I are up North enjoying a one week vacation alone together at the cottage. My Mom and Dad, normally next door for the summer, needed to be in the city this week, so we have the run of the place. On the weekend we'll be expecting a full house, with both sisters and my brother converging as well. Hoping I'll be allowed to wear my cheeky bikini, provided the sun is out and I'm not in a spanked state!

On the drive up, knowing we'd be alone for the week, I told David that I thought I could use some "wife training" sessions. He told me I'm exhausting and it wouldn't be 24x7, but that he will find some time every day to train me. Yay!

I started needling him about what that would entail.

"I think there's still room for improvement on those blowjobs," he teased. It's a fun tease we have, and a bit of a running joke. I used to be legit bad at blowjobs. Too dry. Lips not properly pursed continuously. Sore jaw. Accidental teeth. Not deep enough. If he did by some miracle cum in my mouth, I immediately made gagging noises and ran to the bathroom to spit it out loudly and disgustedly. Even my sister, a confirmed lesbian, gave a way better blowjob than me, Mind you, she was known unofficially as the "blowjob queen" in high school. Once, for spite, she gave my husband a blowjob (that I had to watch) that he claims to this day (to tease me, I'm sure) is the best he's ever had. Grrrrr. David and I made it a bit of a focus of our short-lived Domestic Discipline Contract to improve my skills, and I feel I really have. So now it's just a bit of a tease to say otherwise, but with an edge.

"Will there be spankings?" I asked innocently, knowing the answer but guiding the discussion, totally topping from the bottom.

"Once a day, without fail," he assured me.

"But they'll just be good girl spankings, right? Not hard ones."

"Oh, they'll be hard ones," he said, telling me what he knew I was wanting to hear. "Muskoka paddle and belt included," he added.

"No!" I said. "Just good girl spankings, ok?"

"Shush woman. I can see why you need some training. I'll train you how I see fit, and that will include the Muskoka paddle and the belt."

"Yes, Sir," I said resignedly, my tummy doing butterflies. I honestly don't know why I ask for hard spankings like this. I genuinely don't want them and don't enjoy them in the least. Except I seem to need them and crave them...

In case you don't know, the Muskoka paddle is this vicious little thing:

It's thin and light and made of hardwood. It doesn't leave lasting bruises, but the sting in indescribable. Because it is so light, it can be used indiscriminately and with velocity. It always has me kicking and crying out frantically from the outset. It is a much feared weapon of discipline in the Delmar household!

And, of course, receiving the belt can be every bit as bad, especially at the cottage. David has a sort of heavy duty workers' belt he keeps up there that I have so far only had dreams about.

"But not the cottage belt, ok? Just your regular belt, please?" There I go topping from the bottom again. I knew I was doing it. He knew I was doing it. And he knew that I knew I was doing it.

"What did I just tell you?"

"That you'll train me as you see fit, Sir..."

"That's right. And that means if I choose to train you with the cottage belt, you won't be sitting comfortably for quite some time, will you?"

"No Sir"

"In fact, I think it's exactly what you need."

"No!"

"I've had enough of your topping from the bottom, young lady. If you want the cottage belt, I'll give you the cottage belt. We'll find out if your ass can cash the cheques your mouth is writing."

"I'm sorry," I said, genuinely a bit worried now. "I was just playing."

"First thing we get up there. It'll be a good lesson for you."

That shut me up. For the rest of the car ride, my mind kept going back to the fact that I would be getting the cottage belt as soon as we arrived. Oh dear.

I had asked for a wife training, and I would be getting it.

(Can't write more now... 'gotta run... he who must be obeyed has arisen, and if I don't have his breakfast ready for him, there'll be hell to pay! I'll tell you about my belting and what came after soonest. To be continued...)