Dane was given a good thrashing two weeks ago. Here is how it happened.
Dane wanted to have a pool party for some of his friends and co-workers at our house this summer. After we decided on a date, I mentioned to him that we should make sure we get the invitations out in plenty of time, it being vacation season. He merely wanted to post an invitation on the board at work to take care of any co-workers, but I told him that the best way would be to send individual invitations to everyone. He agreed. When the time came to fill out the invitations he was expecting me to be the one to do it. I told him that it was his party and he should write them out himself. I did sit down with him and gave him some well-meaning suggestions to help him out and he told me that if all I was going to do was scrutinize the invitation process that I could just go upstairs and read my book.
I was furious! I did go upstairs to read but not before I let him know that I was quite upset that he spoke to me in such a rude fashion. He wrote out the rest of the invitations and spent the rest of the evening downstairs avoiding me.
I went to sleep and Dane came to bed later. I have to be at work at 6:30 am so I usually get up around 5:00 am and my husband and I make love. Dane always looks forward to our morning love making but this morning I informed him that the day was going to start with him getting his bottom blistered. He gave me a pitiful and apologetic look, and I sent him on his way to the basement.
I got out of bed and proceeded to get ready for work. I showered, washed my hair, put on my makeup and got dressed in my business clothes for work. In the meantime, Dane waited for his punishment in the basement.
I did not have a great amount of time that morning for a long session, but I still wanted him to be very sorry that he spoke to me so rudely. I took the cane out of my closet and headed for the basement.
Dane knows what position I want him in depending on the spanking implement. If I choose the paddle, he is required to take down his pants and underwear and bend over with his hands on his knees like a naughty little boy. If I bring the strap, he is to remove his pants, lay over a table grabbing the other side of the tabletop. This leaves his bare behind a perfect target for a thrashing. When my husband saw me on the stairs with the cane in my hand, his shoulders drooped and he let out a knowing sigh. Without my saying a word, he moved the oak chair to the middle of the room and dutifully bent himself over the back grasping the front legs of the chair down low. He was still naked from sleeping so it wasn't necessary for him to remove any clothing.
I walked behind him and told him he was to receive 24 strokes. He let out a small groan, but he knows better than to complain. I lectured him briefly about his rudeness while I swung the cane behind him making that dreaded whooshing sound. I landed the first stroke across the middle of his behind and Dane squirmed, but he knows not to lose position no matter how much it hurts. The second stroke followed a little below the first one leaving two nice red lines that were sure to be raised welts in a moment. At this point I warned him to remain still because I did not have a lot of time and then proceeded to give him the rest of his punishment in a rhythmic fashion with only a couple of seconds in between strokes. As a rule, I try not to strike him in the same spot more than once but when giving 24 strokes it is almost unavoidable. I worked his behind from top to bottom and even gave him a few on his thighs right below his cheeks. He was crying hard by the time I finished and there were a few lines that had broken the skin. I then had him apologize and gave him the cane to put away. He scampered up the stairs and I went on to work.
I got flowers from my husband that afternoon in my office with a nice note of apology. I smiled to myself knowing that he would be on his best behavior for a long time.
Pam