I was Spanked Every Day for a Week

Some girls get Valentines. I get spankings. I really screwed up this time. I received a notification in the mail that I had run a red light and been caught on a red light camera. It's $325. I knew my ass was grass.

There was no doubt it was me. They had a photo of my car and everything, and I'm in it. And it was an evening I went out to pick something up. I google mapped the address, and yes, it was on my route. I went to street view and even saw there was a warning sign that I ignored.

I do remember that the traffic was really frustrating, and I rushed the light. I even knew at the time I was pushing it and it was considerably more than "rushing the yellow":

As the infraction says, I entered the intersection 0.5s after it had already turned red.

One of my great commenters, Kasey Brown, was teasing me about my needing a spanking for inserting spoilers into the Sandy's Story narrative.

That was early in the morning, and I knew posting that meant the clock was ticking for me to tell David lest he read that comment and find out that way.

The thing about being a bonafide "spanked wife" is that you know, with 100% certainty, that you're going to get a spanking for something like this. And that it will be bad. Very very bad. I had that absolute sinking feeling in the pit of my tummy where the fear of my spanking outweighed the sexiness of being taken-in-hand, and I was genuinely asking myself why I had signed up for this and if I should back out and call it quits. However, I figured I would totally lack all integrity if I conveniently chose to pull out when facing punishment. Taking my punishment and reconsidering after would be my only course of action that kept any personal dignity intact.

The reason I knew it would be especially bad was that I had just been spanked nine months ago for a fender bender caused by my distracted driving. I got the message then that it better not happen again. And this was pretty flagrant, entering the intersection 0.5s after the red. I knew when I did it that I should not have, but was frustrated with the traffic. Not a good excuse, I know. And dangerous. Bad accident waiting to happen. I know!

At lunchtime I went to David and approached him with little baby steps and head bowed, the ticket clutched in my hands: "i screwed up, sir..." I said in my best baby-talk. I don't know why I feel the need to infantilize myself when facing punishment, but I apparently do.

He looked at me intensely. He saw I had papers in my hand. He held out his hand and said "Hand it to me," quite sternly.

I handed it over to him.

"Oh Julie!" was the first thing out of his mouth when he saw what it was. And then, "Three Hundred and Twenty Five Dollars?!?"

I grimaced. This was not going to be just an "excuse" to spank me. This was going to be the real deal.

Then he saw that I had entered the intersection 0.5 seconds after the red light had already turned. "A Half a Second?!? And didn't I just spank you for getting into an accident from distracted driving? What's your excuse this time?"

"just frustrated by the traffic, sir..."

Yes, I "sir" him when I'm on the carpet with a punishment coming due. He feels a lot like my idealized perfect Daddy at times like this, and me his contrite little girl. It's why I do it.

"So you knew what you were doing? It wasn't that you were distracted and didn't see the light? You actually saw it was yellow, then red, then ran it deliberately anyways???"

"sorry..."

"Oh, not as sorry as you're 'gonna be."

"Am I getting a spanking, Sir?" I asked needlessly.

"No, you're not," he said.

I didn't understand.

"You're getting FIVE spankings. just like your hero. Let's see now... $325 is it? That's sixty-five spanks each time, with the big hairbrush, until I work that $325 off your ass."

Ohhhhhh! I knew David had read my Mr. Daniels' Severe Childhood Spankings post. Mr. Daniels described a punishment he received which was a series of five bare-bottom OTK spankings over his Grandma's knee using a bathbrush for peeping into the girls' bathrooms at school. Every day for a week, right after school was finished. I was kind of going on to David about how cool Mr. Daniels was, so maybe this was a bit of payback as well? At least it was not going to be the bathbrush (we don't have a good one for the purpose), but the big hairbrush was still pretty wicked. 😥

My poor bum.

I've been corresponding with Mr. Daniels this whole time, and because of the obvious tie-in to his childhood spanking there was really no reason not to tell him, but I felt a bit embarrassed to do so. However, he picked up on it when browsing the comments and sent me the following comment to post.

julie, julie, julie,

So very glad I, or shall I say Grandma…, was able to inspire David into taking very appropriate action. Please explain what a “Red Light” ticket is? Does this mean you ran a red light, endangering yourself and others with this reckless behavior? Please explain to me the circumstances, we’re you distracted, by say “texting”? Or were you running late with an overly full schedule and you aren’t taking care of yourself? What is it girl? And yes Grandma was very direct and to the point. “Painful consequences for bad behavior” that was another classic Grandma phrase.

I absolutely earned that hard spanking everyday after school. That behavior of trying to cop a look at girls privates in their bathroom WAS outrageous!

I also never stole anything again in my life from that switching. The question is to David, are you going to be giving julie a proper “Tomato Bottom”? I think the readers of the blog should share in her lesson. After photos and the instrument of correction would be most appreciated!

julie, slow down and breathe. And pay attention! Hope you learn your lesson!

He also provided the following photos that he hoped would inspire David.

Jasmine Tomato Bottom. Yes I did do that.

Tomato Bottom Finale

I did not show these photos to David. I figured after the first spanking he needed no additional "inspiration".

In terms of the photos requested, my actual instrument of correction is above, and I have some shots of the worst part of my bum after 4 consecutive days of spanking below. You're welcome. 😢

David said, "we'll do it after work and before dinner, five workdays in a row starting today, See you after work, young lady, for your first dose, and don't expect to get off easy."

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Later that day I was done work earlier and was preparing dinner in the kitchen. I knew full well what I was in for and had resigned myself to my fate. Depending on how hard he went, I knew that 65 whacks with that hairbrush could be brutal. I was expecting it hard. I definitely deserved it.

He wrapped up and came down into the kitchen to get me and brought me into the living room. He had the hairbrush in his hand.

"Time for your first spanking. Get your clothes right off."

I stripped to bare. When David is most serious about my spankings he strips me to bare. The contrast of my complete nudity with him being clothed, and us being in the living room, makes me feel very small.

He pushed the coffee table back and sat in the middle of the couch. He had me lie over his lap, my chest supported and my legs off the couch on the diagonal.

"Do you understand why you're being punished?"

"Yes Sir. For running the red light, Sir. And for endangering myself and others, Sir. And for costing us money Sir."

"Good. I'm going to start with my hand and end with 65 with the hairbrush."

"Yes Sir," I said.

Starting with his hand was a mercy. But it also signalled that the hairbrushing would be hard from start to end. 65 hard with the hairbrush cold would have broken me. Dont get me wrong, I figured that the preliminary hand spanking would also be punishing, but it would get my butt in a state where I could absorb the full hairbrush treatment.

"This will the first of five spankings like this. Same time every workday. You'll get the weekend off."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

With that his palm came slamming down onto my ass, over and over and over again. Ouch! He wasn't joking around. I felt his righteous anger in his spanking. I think I got around 50 strokes like that. Another gif photo Mr. Daniels sent along captures the mood.

Beginning Tomato Bottom

When he figured I was adequately prepared, he picked up the hairbrush and lay its cool wood across my hot butt-skin. He lifted it and slammed it down onto my butt.

HOLY FUCK!

I was frantic before the first 10. He paused, threw his right leg over the backs of my two legs, and continued. He went in groups of 10. Gave me a tiny breather. And started in again. He did the last 15 straight and they felt hardest of all. THAT was no play spanking. Holy shit. I was crying and shaking by the end.

"Get you nose in the corner!" he ordered me angrily. No hugs, no cuddles, no nothing.

I scurried into the corner, crying big tears. My ass felt like it was on fire.

I took me about five minutes before I had really composed myself. Soon after that he came to me.

"Get dressed and go get dinner on the table," he said a bit more softly.

I got dressed and did as I was told, getting us a nice healthy dinner on the table (lamb).

"Your butt sore?" he asked me as I sat gingerly at my spot at the table.

"Yes Sir."

After that we had a perfectly pleasant dinner, as if my spanking had not just happened.

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On Wednesday it was hard not to think all day about the absolutely brutal spanking that awaited me at the end of the day. My ass was legit a bit sore to sit on. There were a few small bruises was all that was left that morning.

The day proceeded slowly.

Midway trough the day I asked him if it was ok if we Uber-eated the dinner in. He said that was fine and I should choose, and get it ordered just before my spanking. I did that.

Towards the end of the day he came to me at my desk and asked when I would be done. I told him I was just wrapping up. He said he had one more call to make, but it would be a short one. As soon as I was done I should take my clothes off and go stand in the corner and wait for him.

I finished up my last couple of emails and then dragged my ass down to the living room. With a big sigh I took off all my clothes, right down to nude, and then stuck my nose deep in the corner, the way he wants it. My bare butt sticks out into the room when I stand in the corner like that, focussing my own attention on that part of my anatomy. My big bare bottom, awaiting spanking.

As I was standing there, my mind started focusing on what was about to happen to me. I started breathing a bit heavier. The memory of yesterday's spanking was still so fresh in my mind. I felt myself starting to cry already.

I heard his footfalls on the stair.

"Let's do this," he said, and he pulled me out of the corner by the arm and propelled me over to the couch once again. We took the exact same positions. He asked me the same questions. I answered them the same way. He spanked me exactly the same way. First it was a hard hand spanking. And then I got 65 with the hairbrush. This time he did not give me the benefit of the doubt and clamped my legs before starting in with the hairbrush. I felt totally helpless as he clamped me like that. I was going nowhere until the full dose of 65 was meted out.

Again, it was pure fiery hell visited on my backside. I started begging him not to from even before the first hairbrush stroke. I told him I learned my lesson already. He disagreed. It was again hard and fast groups of ten. Maybe five seconds to compose, and then the next 10. All the way to the final, and hardest, 15, delivered straight. I must confess I was yelling and crying and begging througout. Didn't make one little bit of difference.

After it was over he put me back in the corner to compose myself. After about ten minutes he let me out of the corner to dress. Again, no kisses, no cuddles, no nothing. But the dinner after was perfectly pleasant.

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Thursday was pretty much an exact repeat of Wednesday, except I thought about the spanking even more throughout the day, dreaded it more, and felt it more. My ass was getting very tender by Thursday. It felt like it had not fully recovered before I got spanked again. When I looked at it in the mirror after, it was definitely bruising.

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Friday was pretty much an exact repeat of Thursday. Just even more so. More dread. More crying. More pain. More corner time. More bruising.

By Friday I was really questioning my choices. But not my choice to continue as a spanked wife. Somehow the three preceding spankings and the dreaded anticipation of the fourth was making me even more committed to that. I was legitimately questioning my choices while driving.

And rather than any resentment, I could only muster grudging respect for my man for sentencing me to my punishment and then carrying it out exactly as he had decreed. He knew, as well as I did, that a single spanking, for me, carried equal measures of punishment and erotic reward. However, these multiple spankings in a row lost their erotic charge, and, perhaps for the first time in my life, I was feeling truly punished and truly regretful of my actions that got me there. I was certainly vowing to myself to never put myself in a position to receive a punishment like this again for anything driving related. I would be a model, calm, careful driver.

And I also felt this strange supernatural feeling I cannot explain that I was headed for a serious accident, and that this lesson was altering that, but that I had to see it through. I was unnaturally convinced of that. Had this not happened, the way it had, and had I not been punished the way I had, in a way that stripped the erotic charge, I would have been dead within the year in a traffic accident. It was just a feeling, but a super strong one.

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The weekend was a very welcome relief. I had only one spanking left to go, and I figure my ass would have some time to recover. By Saturday morning my left cheek was not so bad, but the higher part of my right butt cheek was ridiculous! I took a few selfies for you guys, Saturday and Sunday. I'm trusting you guys with these. Please don't freak out.

Isn't that outrageous?

It had not been nearly that bad prior to Friday's spanking, and even immediately after Friday's spanking it was not that bad, and a lot of spanking happened to the lower cheeks, not that high (I mean, it was spread all over). The bruising seems to have developed overnight, and these were taken Saturday when it was peak bad. It's also raised a little bit, and leathery to the touch.

When David saw it he was surprised as well. The extreme bruising on the right cheek seemed to have come out of nowhere. I've been spanked hard before, and never seen anything like it. But I knew what it was. This was God's price for saving me from dying. God had painted a red stop sign on my ass.

David declared that I would receive my final spanking only after my bum had healed, but I would need to spend 30 minutes of bare naked living room corner time after work every day until then.

A big part of me wants to just get the last installment over with already, rather than spending a boring 30 minutes in the corner everyday. But I don't get to choose. He says he'll inspect my bum during corner time, and if it's in good enough shape, he'll spank me my final installment just then, so I don't even really know when it's coming. How lilly-white will he want it? Every trip to the corner has a potential spanking right after. I asked him what if it takes a month to heal? He said that in that case I'll be standing in the corner for a month. Bummer. I guess the duration of my corner time is in God's hands as well.

But God helps those who help themselves, right? Anybody have any tips on reducing this kind of butt bruising quicker?

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Sunday was dinner at my parents' house. They generally get told about all my more serious misbehaviour-based spankings. This is something I felt I wanted as part of my spanked wife status from the start: that extra reality (and, yes, extra embarrassment) of trusted others knowing. Sue and her gf Amanda would be there as well this week. Everyone there was in my inner circle. Amanda had mainly seen (and participated in) David being dominated by us, but she knows the full story of me being a spanked wife as well from Sue.

Little prima donna that I am, when we got there I made a show of wincing as I sat and saying "ouch" (very little acting required).

Sue knows when I'm fishing to be embarrassed by my spankings and took the bait, and right in front of everybody asked, "Oh my. Look at you sitting. Did you get a spanking just now?"

It's a measure of how well-trodden this ground is that her question did not even raise eyebrows, though my Dad's ears always perk up at any such mention.

"Not just now. It was Friday after work, and I got four spankings in a row, Tuesday through Friday, and I still have one more coming."

"My God, what did you do?"

'Tell them," said David.

Everybody was suddenly very curious and I was the center of attention.

"I deliberately ran a red light and got caught..."

"Oh Julie!" Dad said. Those were exactly, and I mean exactly, the first words out of David's mouth as well.

"I know, I know, I know, I know. It was stupid and dangerous and I'll never ever do it again. I'm going to calm down a lot when driving."

"Well, good. You've always been reckless in the car." Dad said.

"We're curing that, once and for all," said David.

"It seems a little harsh," Mom said.

"I deserve it, Mom," I said, defending Daddy and my man's choices about me. "I've been acting like an idiot in the car, and it's not the first time David's punished me for it. This is sort of a wake-up call. It's the sort of thing I wanted when I asked David to spank me."

"Well, if it's what you want..." said Mom, dubiously.

"And it's still that tender, two days later?" asked Sue of me.

"Yeah, a bit bruised. He says it needs to clear up before he'll give me my final instalment."

"But you're not getting off scot free in the meantime, are you?" Noted David.

Oh this was very embarrassing!

"No. I have daily corner time until it clears up."

Oh blush!

"Bare butt corner time, I'll bet," said Sue. Thanks. "How bad is it? Show us," she said.

"Nooo!" I said. Sure it was embarrassing, but I would not have been averse to showing off a spanked bare bum to the assembled people, Daddy especially, but I was worried it would look brutal and they'd misunderstand.

Mercifully, Sue let it drop.

Amanda was new to this family dynamic and reasonably concluded my spankings were a fit topic for conversation.

"Did you guys spank your children as they were growing up," Amanda asked my Mom and Dad.

My Mom jumped in: "A bit, when they were little, but we stopped spanking them at a certain point based on the latest research and thinking in education." Mom was a higher-up in education.

"They stopped spanking us all at the same time, so I got three years more of it than Julie," said Sue. "Which was totally not fair." She said it with a smile.

"Mind you, this one", said my Dad, referring to me, "turned into a little hell-raiser around her last year of high school."

Oooh! Was Daddy implying he should have kept spanking me? I do think he genuinely believes that and would not have stopped were it not for Mom.

"It would have just made things worse," Mom said, defending the decision.

"Oh I don't know," I said, coming to Daddy's defence, "a few good spankings from Daddy might have made a world of difference." Outrageous! Flirting so openly with Daddy like that.

"Have you any awareness of what you were like at that age?" said Mom.

"Yeah..."

"How about you, Amanda, did your parents believe in spanking you?" Asked Dad. Go Dad!

"Yes. I was spanked until pretty old, around 16 or so. My father would use his belt on me. He was always so angry. I thought it was abusive"

"Awww, sweetie, I'm so sorry," I said.

"I agree with your Mom about not spanking kids. But with you guys, in a consensual relationship, and for deliberately running red lights? I approve."

"I accept that," I said.

It was all kind of funny. Having explicit spanking conversations with my close family. How many families do that? I'm glad I came out as I did so this was possible.

"Well, she seems happier ever since she asked David to spank her, and more responsible," said Dad.

"And more horny," added Sue.

"It's all true," I said, blushing strongly.

"Ahhh, the perfect woman," said Dad with a grin.

"Daddy!"

"Oh, Doug!" Said Mom disapprovingly.

And everybody laughed at my teasing.

"I can't believe you're going to have to do corner time, like a little kid," said Amanda, deliberately teasing me even more.

"He once made her stand in the corner all through dinner for baiting her Mother over politics," recalled Dad.

"What!?!" Said Amanda. She had not heard that one.

"Yup," I confirmed.

"Did you get a spanking afterwards?" She asked.

"As soon as he got me home," I confirmed.

"Ah, it's good for her," said Dad.

"I agree," added David.

We went on to dinner and spoke no more about it. But literally everybody at the table knew I was in the midst of being punished. Four spankings down, one to go, bare-bottom corner time until then. At least they weren't told it was fully nude. So Embarrassing!