I haven't written in a while but his spankings have continued. He still hasn't arranged a spanking with someone else, so his twice a week spankings are going to need to hurt more.I don't like to spank him in the bedroom because I don't want him to ever get the idea that this is sexual. It's not. I spank him to punish him. But yesterday I broke the time rules and bent him over for the paddle until he was bawling from a blistered bottom. I made him bend over the back of the chair with his butt bared and then I whipped him good and hard. I guess most spankings are the same if you just pull down their pants and underpants, put them over your knees or make them bend over, and then proceed to spank them until they cry. I took his underpants away for the rest of the day and night, too. I think these spankings are starting to make an impression on him. Next weekend our goddaughter will be here, so we'll see if he needs that Saturday spanking after all.
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Great pictures! I have been spanked (and whipped) in exactly the same position. In addition to the paddle or hairbrush, however, my (French) wife likes to use the flogger (i.e. the "martinet") she bought some years ago in Burgundy in a small local store, when she made a point of telling the (female) owner how she planned to use it! How my cheeks blushed that day -and how deeper the hue on my backside when we got home later, and when she tried out her new "toy"!... By the way, I should mention that her "martinet" is now hanging on the wall in our kitchen, where it can be noticed by her girlfriends (who know how Julie keeps me in line!)
Since D. (my husband) saw it fit to share his memories, I thought I should tell you that (in view of his indiscretions) I will use the martinet to whip him under the eyes of my best friend on the first available occasion! Today, meanwhile, I ordered him to go and cut me a sturdy maple switch in our backyard, and I immediately used it to stripe his backside until he begged and cried like a naughty brat! The welts on his ass are a real sight!
J.
The whipping J. promised me in late June was administered last week. She had invited her friend A. for lunch, and -as per her instructions- the martinet was prominently displayed on the table as I served the meal I had prepared. After I had inadvertently spilled some wine on the tablecloth, she ordered me to lower my pants, and she delivered six dozen lashes on my bare backside -much to the amusement of her friend!
Earlier this summer, however, during our annual trip to France, J. managed to deliver some memorable floggings in a variety of locations -several of them in the open air, and some in more secluded locations, such as the vault of an old castle in Provence...
Who gave you permission to blab about the spankings I gave you over the summer? This will earn you a trip across my lap tomorrow!
And while commenting on the floggings you got this past summer (remember the one you got on that hilltop in the Pyrenees?) And why not mention how I found this thick paddle -once used by washerwomen in the lower Alps- on an open-air flea market? Don't you remember how hard it was when I used it later on your bare ass? You will be getting another taste of it in short order!
J.
Sorry, J ! I fully deserved the paddling you gave me two weeks ago - as well as the sessions with the martinet, and those with the maple switches! I am -and remain- your obedient (and well chastised) servant!
D.
As well you should, considering what you have been getting over the past two months -including the special session with the strap on the day after Spanksgiving... And there is more to come! The martinet will be (again) put to good use when my sister comes visiting in a couple of weeks!
J.
In the meantime, a sound birching is in order -and I promise I will peel the skin off your backside! You should be thankful that I am not planning to do so in public -but don't tempt me!... Just you wait till my sister gets here!
J.
Please, J -be merciful! My bottom still smarts from the whipping you administered this past Saturday with the maple switch and the rattan cane!
D.
What with my sister's visit, the twelve days of Christmas (each one observed with a different instrument), the cold weather (requiring some topical bottom-warming), Valentine's day -and, of course the usual breaches of conjugal discipline- D's bottom has been suitably, and frequently taken care of! And for Washington's birthday, a cherrywood paddle seems appropriate... White, red and blue (in that order) is what I have in mind...
J.
I have been instructed by J. (my wife) to report that I have been consistently spanked, birched, caned, paddled, strapped and whipped (three or four times a week on average!) since her last posting, over a year ago! Most of it was administered in the (relative) privacy of our home, and some (during our Summer vacation) in the open air -and some, again (about a dozen times) under the eyes of some of her girlfriends...
D.
Could it be that the way I used the martinet, the maple switch and the rattan cane on your bare backside earlier this evening convinced to to post this update -which I had required? If so, this only goes to prove that 'boys' (or husbands) only behave as they should after they have been properly dealt with!
J.
To J: I confess that the way you whipped me earlier tonight was the major reason I was 'persuaded' to update the state of our relationship...
Please keep on chastising me as you see fit! My 'derrière' is yours to paddle, flog, cane or lash whatever way you wish!
D.
Good! Get ready for a hot strapping tomorrow night!
J.
I have been ordered to report that the strapping was duly administered at 5 p.m. (and was preceded -as an appetizer- by a brisk application of the wooden spoon)
When the session was over and I had duly thanked her, I was dispatched to the corner (bare-bottomed, of course) with firm instructions not to move until allowed to. Some 15 minutes later, however, D. (one of Julie's friends) showed up unexpected to return a book J. had lent her -and was treated to the view of a well-strapped (and thoroughly humiliated) husband. Some giggles and ironic comments followed...
It turns out that D's appearance on March 11 was not "unexpected", and that J. had timed my strapping so as to offer her a view of her handiwork!
I discovered that last Sunday, when D. was invited for lunch.. and given a demonstration of my wife's skills with the martinet -following which, she was invited to 'contribute' three dozen lashes of her own!
Along with A. and J's sister, D. is now the third woman to have whipped or paddled my bare backside - and who knows how many more of her friends she may invite to do likewise!
D.
You will find out in due time - but, meanwhile, I will take you for a hike in the woods this weekend ... and you know what that means!
J.
Don't I know!... And if I didn't, you surely reminded me this afternoon with what, I expect, was my first open-air flogging of the season! That switch you cut after you had spotted an adequately isolated spot (and ordered me to lower my jeans) really did a job on my exposed backside!
But was it necessary for you to add another hundred lashes with the martinet after we got home three hours later?
D.
I will deal with you as I see fit, my dear -and don't you forget it! For daring to question my right to discipline you as I choose, you may expect a major dose of the rattan cane tomorrow night (and I don't care if your butt is still sore from today's floggings!)
Let's make it clear that I am the one who 'wears the pants' in our household, and that you will be soundly chastised any time I deem you have misbehaved! And if circumstances should require, you will be getting it (as has happened before) under the eyes of my sister or of one of my closest friends...
J.
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