Spanked for Being a "Sharp Toungued Little Wench" :-(

In general, my husband David is amused by my political posts. He says I'm "cute" when I get passionate about these things and blurt out a blog post.

Well that's a little condescending.

We don't agree 100% on everything and sometimes we have some good argument/discussions. He can argue anything with me, no matter how fiercely, and he always keeps it respectful and we never have hard feelings. I can be a little more sharp-tongued than is healthy. I tend to be a bit more right-wing/libertarian than him, and am more likely to be fueled by the latest conspiracy theory. My argument style is to take a more extreme position than I even believe to see what happens during the ensuing discussion.  Actually, that's not quite correct. It's more that I get caught up in the topic and drift into a more extreme position than I would with sober second thought. It's not deliberate, it just happens to me. He says I should think more soberly before opening my mouth. This tendency, of course, has gotten me into trouble at family dinners and dinners out with friends. Sometimes David just wants me to shut the fuck up when it's inappropriate, you know? I accept that.

He thinks my political blog posts are overly one-sided. Even though I know, for example, that Trump has messed up on certain things, my post on Trump does not go over any of that, just puts a 100% pro-Trump message out there. Yes, but I like that style. It's like I'm a lawyer arguing for my client. Let the other side make their case and we'll discuss. He says it makes me unlikable for some and that it's a good thing I post pictures of my bare ass and pussy or I'd get no left-of-center views at all. I don't know if that's entirely fair.

I was proud of my Trump post. I told David he should check it out and let me know what he thinks. "Couldn't you have found a more divisive topic?" he asked me sarcastically. He said he'd have a read and he was sure it would be "very balanced and even-handed" (sarcasm again).

He read it this morning, and all the comments. We got together after having our lunch to discuss it. His calendar was clear until 2pm. I was clear until 3pm.

We went to sit together on the couch. He had my post open on his iPad. He said he liked my attention grabbing "racist fascist cunt" opener, and that it was clever as a way of pro-actively fending that off in the comments. 😊

He said I'd be more persuasive if I had included a section on all the things I did not like about what Trump did and on his moral and personality defects. He said I'm just fueling division by taking such a one-sided stance. Yes, ok, I get it. I told him it's just more fun and less work to knock off a one-sided piece. And I enjoy the ensuing confrontations in the comments. He asked me if that was not just like the "click-bait fake news" I rail against? yes... 😒

On the same vein, he said I just amplified the "600+ talking points" of Trump administration accomplishments without any fact checking at all. He asked if I thought they were all 100% true. I said I did not. Yeah... 😒

He said I asked for my commenters to  keep it civil, then asked if I thought I demonstrated that behaviour myself in my replies? I told him, mostly. He asked if calling people with different opinions "brainwashed" was being civil? Or saying they were experiencing "cognitive dissonance"? Well, they are brainwashed, and they do have cognitive dissonance! But is it "civil", in my opinion? No. He asked me if telling somebody "I can't take you seriously" is being "civil"? Or calling someone "deluded"? Or telling a commenter to "calm down". Or calling somebody a "monster". Or starting off a point with "Nonsense!" No. 😒

He told me I get angry and just blurt out an uncivil reply without thinking at all. He told me I do that to family and friends and even to him on occasion. Well that made me sad. 😢

He saw that and softened it. He said that as far as he is concerned, he thinks it's cute when I get so passionate, and if I ever cross a line with him, I'll definitely know it (my butt tingled and I involuntarily squirmed in my seat and clenched my cheeks as he said that).

I thought that would be the end of it, but then he asked, "do you think some of the commenters you were uncivil with would enjoy it if you got a spanking for that?"

"But, but, but... they deserved it!"

"We're talking about your behaviour, young lady, not their's."

"But... they'll gloat!"

"If you publish your spanking, I imagine they will."

[of course I'm going to publish my spankings...]

"Nooooo!"

"I'm not giving you a choice in the matter. And to be clear, I'm not spanking you for your politics. I'm not spanking you for how you choose to express yourself in your post. I am spanking you for asking commenters to be civil and then being uncivil yourself in your responses."

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Now stand up, get your pants down."

Doh! A midday spanking. I was not happy as I obeyed him, standing up, unfastening my pants, pushing them down below my hips, and letting them fall to a puddle around my ankles. I thought it was unfair.

He reached out to me and started slowly peeling my panties down.

"You're only getting my hand across my lap today, young lady, but you'll know you've been punished afterwards."

I am afraid of his spankings. Yes, obviously I get turned on by him spanking me. Especially the knowledge that he would spank me, and reliving it afterwards. The actual spanking itself, when given as punishment as he clearly intended, is NOT pleasurable, in the least!

And you think, "oh, big deal, it's just a hand spanking", right?  You have no fucking, freaking, idea!!!!

Moreover, this time there is an extra level of embarrassment involved. Yes, there's the embarrassment of not living up to my ideal of always being civil in my replies and being so effectively called on it. But more than that, there is the knowledge that the commenters I most fiercely disagree with, and in some cases were uncivil towards me, would know I was getting punished in the most humiliating and childish fashion imaginable for a girl, for being uncivil to them!!!

He finished the descent of my panties and left me standing there with totally bare and smooth-shaven Miss Puss Puss all on display for him in the living room.

He left me standing there for a few instances, squirming in humiliation, letting it sink in that I was to be spanked.

"Please, not too hard, ok?" I begged him.

"It'll be hard. You're being punished, not played with."

Oh no no no no no no no.

He took my arm and gently but forcibly pulled me across his broad lap. He lay his big hard hand across my bare lower cheeks, and said, "let's see if this will teach you not to be such a sharp-tongued little wench in the comments". Then he started in spanking me.

 Holy fuck! Every smack was like a freakin' paddle! 

"No! No!" I cried out. It was too hard!

"Shush! If you don't take your spanking well, we'll finish with a blister paddling."

Oh shit no! A "blister paddling" involves the big, heavy wooden paddle that a blog friend made for me. When wielded forcefully and repeatedly, it literally leaves blisters on my ass. That is NOT something I needed, at all!

"Yes Daddy! I'm sorry Daddy! Please not a blister paddling!"

"Then settle down and take your medicine."

And I just squinched my eyes and my mouth tight shut and just took my comeuppance.

It went on and on and on. It was too much! I started crying and blubbering out apologies. "I'm sorry!" I cried. "I'll be better! Please!"

He paused my spanking, keeping me across his lap and rubbing my sore cheeks.

"You're going to be blogging about this spanking?" he confirmed.

"Yes sir."

"In that case, let's hear an apology to all the commenters you were uncivil towards."

You know what I felt? I felt "fuck 'em, they deserved it." Did I say that? No way! But I wasn't going to give an unequivocal apology.

"I'm sorry that I was uncivil to some of my commenters, even sorry to the ones who deserved it."

"I can see we're not done yet," David proclaimed, and started back in spanking me!

Immediately he started back in I regretted it. "Oh please! David! I'm sorry! I'll do a clean apology, please!"

"You'll get another chance in a few minutes, and you better not blow it or you'll get that paddling."

Another few minutes!!!! He kept spanking me, and I swear it was even harder than before.

He finally paused again, and keeping his hand on my ass said, "have you something to say to your commenters, young lady?"

"Yes Sir. To all my commenters, every one of you, especially the ones I was rude and uncivil to, I'm so, so sorry, and I will make sure that I think before replying and keep it positive from now on."

"That's so much better," David said, condescendingly. "Up you get. You're done."

He had spanked me to the point of complete obedience. Now really, how sexy is that?

I stood slowly and gratefully, my ass fully on fire, and reached behind and rubbed.

My poor, poor, bum bum!

He told me to take my pants and panties off and to leave them off, and that I had forfeited the privilege of wearing clothes beneath my waist until dinner time.

"But... I have zoom calls!" I pleaded.

"Better not stand up, then."

"Yes Sir."

"And I better not see any more snippy replies on that blog post, young lady. In fact, why don't you go right upstairs, sit down on that sore ass in front of your computer, and apologize to everybody you were snippy and rude to in your replies."

"Ohhh. Yes sir."

"I'll review it this evening, and if I don't like what I see, you'll be paddled."

"Yes Sir."

So there I was, fucking naked below the waist, a sore red ass, typing out comment replies and looking desperately for every place he may interpret as "snippy and rude" and apologizing.

The I had a 3:00pm zoom, a 3:30pm zoom, and the last zoom from 4:30-5:00. All pants-less. So embarrassing!

And... it's hard to keep you hands off your pussy when you're naked like that and thinking about the spanking your husband just gave you. I only edged though. No fireworks.

After my last call I went to him and asked if I may please put my pants and panties back on?

"Did you do your apologies?"

"Yes Sir."

"Am I going to have to give you that paddling?"

"No Sir."

"I'll be the judge of that after I finish up with work. In the meantime, consider yourself on parole and you can get dressed."

"Thank you Sir."

I got dressed and went to prepare our dinner. When he came down for dinner he kissed my forehead and said I appeared very contrite on my new replies, and that it was a good look for me. Phew! That was a relief, there would be no paddling and no blistered butt for me.

So, did I write those apology replies solely out of fear of a paddling? For sure I was motivated to write them, but as I started writing the first few I sort of got into it, and I could feel more positivity in me. So I am glad he made me do it. I found immediately more connection with the people I had been arguing with. More common ground. It also made me feel very humble towards my commenters. I know I only have this blog because of the interest from my readers, and it was arrogant of me to abuse that by being so rude. I needed a bit of a humbling, I admit it.

So, yes, I learned something from the experience.

• I'll try not to be so one-sided in my blog posts in future.
• I'll try to be less divisive and more civil in conversation in future.
  
• I'll try to be more civil in my comment replies, regardless of provocation.
• And I especially won't ask for a critique of my political blog posts from my husband anymore!