I'm 'Gonna Get a Spanking!

Oh dear. I messed up. And as a result I'm going to be getting a punishment spanking from David later today 😢. This is going to be a stream of consciousness post, then hit publish!

David had scheduled an air conditioner guy to come by the house this morning between 8-12 to fix a busted A/C unit. He was going to be out but he checked with me that I was going to be in. I told him I was and that it was no problem. He made the appointment last week and confirmed with me that it was on.

Well,  this morning he leaves early, before I was even out of bed. But I think he should have left me a note or something, to remind me, right? Right?

So, it completely slips my mind and I go out to the gym for a 9:15 am class. Apparently, the guy came by when I was out. There was no answer so he phoned David's cell. He said I was supposed to be there. He texted and then phoned my cell which was off and in the locker. He wound up having to pay a fee and reschedule and apologize on my behalf.

Right after class I see the text from David and instantly knew I had screwed up. I didn't even need to listen to his voicemail to know I was getting a spanking as soon as he got home. But in case there was any doubt, that's exactly what his voicemail said: "I'm assuming there's a good reason you're not at home, but if there's not, you are so spanked."

Oh Shit!

I thought of possible excuses. Or maybe blame him for not reminding me or leaving a note?  Or maybe running away from home? In the end I just texted him back one word.

"sorry"

"Where were you???"

"i forgot... gym class... i'm sorry!"

Did not receive a reply.

"honey... did you get that? i'm so sorry!"

(yes, I lower-case after I've been naughty. Every little bit of contrition helps!)

"Check your voicemail. We'll discuss later. VERY disappointed in you."

I had already checked my voicemail. I knew how our "discussion" would go. The "discuss later" was final. If I text any more, or call him, it'll just make it worse. The all-caps "VERY" was... disturbing.

Janice was not there at gym class. She's mostly moved to London now. If she was there, I would have told her about it (and have her come over after and soothe my cheeks!). Oh well.

So... Fuck... I know I'm getting spanked. He's supposed to be home around 5pm. I had most of the day to wait for it. I haven't mentioned this before, but I'm a bit "between jobs" right now. So David is the sole breadwinner, and I'm the stay-at-home wife. Very trad wife, I know. Kind of makes it worse to forget about the A/C guy...

So I really had nothing to do except some domestic chores, this blog entry, and think about my spanking. I thought I'd maybe go grocery shopping for a really nice dinner for him. Rump roast, maybe? Yikes! It's no joking matter!

Fuck! I am so fucked.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

So fucking fucked...

My tummy is of course churning and filled with butterflies. I can't concentrate on anything except my upcoming spanking. Will it be "just" his hand? Will he paddle me? Use the hairbrush? The strap? The Delrin cane? Will he take his belt off with his "this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you" look? What does "VERY" mean? Will there be cornertime after? I HATE cornertime.

I can't believe I have to worry about "Daddy" coming home and spanking me like a naughty little girl. How humbling is that? How humbling is it that there's no question I deserve it? I'm going to feel ridiculous, having to be scolded and disciplined by "Daddy", at my age. He'll look sad and say I need a spanking. It's going to be the real thing. He'll make sure I'm punished. It won't stop until he's sure I'm punished.

How long will it last? Will I be naked for it? However long it lasts, I know he's MAD and JUSTIFIED. So however long, and regardless of hand or implement, I will be wishing it's over from about the third stroke. And I'll be wishing that on every stroke of what will seem like an endless infinity of strokes.

It's so RIDICULOUS! I'm a grown woman. Yes, I make mistakes, but not that often. I shouldn't have to put up with getting a spanking for every small mistake. It'll be completely humiliating.

I HATE spankings! Yes, I sexualize them, obviously.  My pussy is damp and I'm squirming as I write this. Afterwards, for several days, I'll have heightened sexuality. I'll not be able to keep my hands off my pussy. I'll flash back to my spanking and my kicking and crying while across his lap. I'll flash back to my complete and utter helplessness, having to absorb my spanking with no chance of getting away despite my struggles. I'll be face down on my bed, the pillow stuffed up between my legs, my Hitachi in there, wriggling my ass in the air imagining myself bent over his lap and being hand-spanked. Ill vocalize, "no, David, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Don't spank me. Don't spank me!" as I cum.

But despite all that, I will literally HATE every second of my spanking. I really, really don't want it!

I certainly don't go out of my way to earn a real spanking. My natural rate of screwing up is more than sufficient. I get sexy spankings and roleplay spankings, and he goes easier on me and adjusts to my limits. We don't use a yellow safeword anymore. We don't need it. He can read my body.

For a punishment spanking, he has zero regards for whatever limits I may think I have. He spanks me until he thinks I've been sufficiently punished, period. His decision. Not mine. And maybe some of my sexy/roleplay spankings could be more intense than a punishment spanking, but I feel a sense of control. I know if I cry out or move in a way that he senses as my limit that he would back off. But with a punishment spanking, I feel zero sense of control. No matter how I react, I know I'll be spanked until HE believes he has taught me my lesson.

I have my "red" safeword, of course. But I know I'll only use it if something goes terribly wrong and I feel physically injured. That won't happen, I know. I won't use it if I think my spanking is "too much". It's guaranteed to be "too much". It's a spanking. A punishment spanking. It's supposed to be "too much". I need it to be "too much".

But I know I did wrong. I know I screwed up. I already know that! I don't need a "lesson" in that. I've learned my lesson, surely. I won't do it again. I'll write things down. I'll put it in my calendar. I'll check my calendar every night before bed and first thing in the morning. Why do I need an over-the-knee lesson, too? Why?!?

I chose this lifestyle. I know that. I wouldn't have it any other way. Doesn't mean I have to like it in the moment.

Will there be follow-on punishment? David will reschedule the A/C guy. Will I have to apologize to his face? Will I have to tell him my husband punished me for it, but good, as I theatrically rub my rear end? Will David make a point of being home when he comes back and spank me while he watches? Stand me bare in the corner? Bare tits, bare bum, bare pussy, bare everything? Invite him to take his belt off and whip my bare bum as I'm naked? Of course not, but a girl can fantasize...

Will my parents be told? Will David and my Dad have a good chuckle at my expense as I sit there blushing up a storm at the dinner table? That's more likely!

I'll have a bath and make sure I'm really, really clean for David and smell nice.

I'll have a really good dinner well on the way.

I guess I'll do the laundry and change the sheets too. In case he wants to take me to the bedroom after. 

Will write again in a couple of days and let you know how it went...

FUCK!

My ass is grass.

What do you guys think? Would you let me off as it was an honest mistake? If not, how would you punish me if I was your wife?