Latest Spanking

Oh, dear. I screwed up and got a little well-deserved spanking from my husband.

This time it was this stupid thing that measures water temperature. Actually, it's not stupid, it's sorta neat. The idea (I know now!) is that this one part floats in the lake and it beams the water temperature up to a "base unit" in the cottage so we know how warm/cold the water is.

Ok, so I know all that NOW. David bought it from Amazon and it arrived in the city. He assembled it all with the batteries and tested it and showed it to me. I don't know, there's something about my brain. I guess I didn't really pay attention when he showed it to me. He set it there in the little phone nook by the door. He said to me, "don't let me forget to bring it to the cottage".

Okay, time to go to the cottage. We're packing up and I pack the floaty thermometer thing, thinking I'm so great and helpful. We get to the car, he says, "Oh! The pool thermometer. Almost forgot!"

Mrs. Smug Smarty pants here, thinking she's the best wife EVAH, "I packed it."

"You're great!" he says. Well, yes I am.

We get up North. We're unpacking. He pulls out the floaty piece. He keeps looking.

"Where'd you pack the base station, honey?"

Base station?

I look at him confused.

"The base station," he repeats. "The part that stays inside so you know what the temperature is in the cottage? It was sitting right next to this part?"

Drawing a blank here.

"Oh! Julie!"

He shows me the picture I included above from Amazon. "That part," he says, pointing to it.

"There's another part?"

"I showed it to you. I literally showed it to you!"

He's getting a little frustrated. I'm starting to realize I screwed up.

"You specifically told me you packed it."

"I didn't know there were two parts! I'm sorry!"

He looks disappointed. It was both a toy for him, and a cool gift for me. Now I went and ruined it all.

I feel tears starting to appear in the corner of my eyes. "I'm really sorry," I say, starting to cry a little.

He smiles at me, hugs me, and says, "that's okay, baby. We'll bring it up next week."

He keeps hugging me and I'm starting to feel better.

"You know what this means, though..."

Oh my gosh! I get hit by a VERY distinct tingle in little miss puss puss. Yes, I know what it means.

"A spanking?" I ask him, whispering it. We're still hugging.

"That's right," he says, reaching down and grabbing my tight jeans-covered ass cheek, rubbing it, smacking it a little. Oh gosh! Heart is fluttering!

Isn't domestic discipline wonderful? Like magic, turns something that made him grumpy and me sad into something we both delight in. It was a legitimate wrongdoing on my part. It will therefore be a legitimate spanking I get. These legitimate spankings are everything I fantasize about. It's not as good if it's sexy play, or even roleplay. It's not the same thing. I was a legit naughty wife, and I will be punished accordingly with a legit spanking.

"Come on," he says, pulling me by my arm over to the couch. He pushes the coffee table away and sits in the centre. He pulls me closer.

He reaches out and undoes the clasp of my jeans, then pulls down my zipper.

"Down," he says.

He knows from experience my jeans are too tight around my hips to easily pull down. He makes me do it myself. I tilt my hips side to side as I work them down, squirming my way out of them. I take pains to make sure my simple white patterned cotton panties stay up.

When my jeans are around my knees he tips me over his lap and then rips down my panties to join my jeans at my knees. I am bare bottomed!

"You know you deserve this," he says as he rubs my bare bottom.

"yes, sir..."

"Ask for your spanking."

"Please spank me, Sir, for screwing up."

"A good hard one?"

"Yes, please, Sir. Please give me a good hard spanking for screwing up."

"That will be my pleasure," he says as he lifts his hand and then brings it down with a resounding crash across both my bottom cheeks at once.

I grit my teeth and grab onto his leg tightly. "Owwww..." I think to myself, without saying it aloud.

He begins his spanking rythme. It is relentless. He alternates cheeks, his big hand encompassing an entire buttocks cheek at once. His fingers wrap into my cleft on one side, and my pussy lip as he goes lower. Crash, after crash, after crash. Relentless. Utterly relentless.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I begin wailing as my spanking continues. 

"I know you are," he says, without slowing or easing up at all.

I clutch his leg tightly. By clutching so tight, he'll know how much it hurts!

"I'll be a good girl! I promise!"

'Being a good girl' is code for I'll suck your cock and let you fuck me in the ass.

Finally, my spanking comes to an end. He's rubbing my bottom. I am still recovering, draped over his knee, my body completely exhausted.

Tap, tap, on my butt. "Up you go," he says. I stand a bit painfully and awkwardly with my jeans and panties wrapped around my lower legs.

"Over here," he says, guiding me slowly and carefully as I shuffle, guiding me to the corner.

"How long?" I ask, a bit pitifully.

"Half an hour," he decrees.

"Oh, please, Sir. Noooo..."

"Would you like a paddling and then an hour in the corner?"

"No, Sir!"

"Go on, then."

He pats my butt again and I shuffle the last couple of steps and lean into the corner so my nose touches both walls. I place my arms behind my back and interlock them. I am very conscious of my big bare spanked butt sticking out.

Then he just leaves me there, the bastard.