Not Bossy at all

Pam gave me a punishment spanking last night, though my troubles began over a month ago. Pam and her best friend Helen were talking in the kitchen. Helen was giving Pam a hard time about being bossy sometimes, while I tried my best to stay out of it. Pam was taking offense, and Helen looked to me for confirmation.

Foolishly, I said something along the lines of "Yeah, Pam is pretty bossy." Now despite what you might think from this blog, that's a gross exaggeration. I didn't notice at the time, but Pam was hurt by the comment and for my lack of support in front of her friend.

A couple of days ago I found out by accident when it was mentioned in passing and that Pam had been hurt by the comment. I indicated she should have let me know...

Well last night she let me know in no uncertain terms. I was made to bend over on all fours while Pam spanked me thoroughly. After a brief warm-up with her hand, she gave me at least one hundred smacks with a small hairbrush. But Pam wasn't finished. She moved onto a larger hairbrush, repeating the treatment, enjoying the feel of this one even more.  Most of the hairbrush smacks were directed to the bottom half of my bottom. Even at the time, I knew I'd struggle to sit for days.

By now my bottom was already very sore. But Pam wasn't finished. She reached into her drawer for another implement, pulling out a Scottish spanking strap I'd procured from ebay a few months ago, but it had seen no use until now. It will get a lot more use. Pam really liked the strap and gave me over hundred strokes of it. Tears had started formed in my eyes by the time she was done, and I was giving what I thought were sincere apologies, though they fell on deaf ears.

But Pam wasn't finished. She said that since the incident had occurred in the kitchen, it was only fitting to get the wooden spoon, just to make sure I was really sorry. She used one of the more painful spoons with a small head but fashioned from an unforgiving wood. After about thirty smacks I was crying softly, promising never to call her bossy again and to be more supportive in front of her friends. That didn't end the spanking straight away. Whilst I cried, I received a few dozen more with the spoon, then a short finale with Pam's hand. It was the most I'd cried from a spanking, but the tears were from her comments while she disciplined me as well as the hard smacks.

Then it was cuddles and kisses while I thanked Pam for the discipline and told her how much I loved her.

It was one of the few times I've been spanked for a real offense, and punished thoroughly too. I certainly deserved it and was squirming on my chair all day at work today.

I think I'm going to be in trouble next time I upset Pam though.  She confided today that she liked how the spanking made me cry, though I'd rather a hard spanking than let issues simmer between us, which is far worse than fixing it quickly with a sore bottom and some tears.