New House, New Spankings

It's been over a year since the last update on this blog, and any followers probably thought it had gone dormant for good. But Pam has still been spanking me - However, we've been restricted by the house we were renting being extremely difficult for carrying out noisy spankings (too close to neighbours, zero sound-proofing provided by the walls). So there were spankings, but not as many.

The good news is we recently moved into a new house - one that is ideal for spanking. This has co-coincided with wife's frozen shoulder finally 'almost unfreezing'. So, I was spanked three times just in December. 

These were as follows:

1. Just the Hairbrush - This was the first spanking at the new house. We'd only been in for a couple of days so we hadn't put all the implements in easy reach, so Pam gave me a spanking only with her big nuwest-style hairbrush. It was a 'mind your wife' maintenance spanking to make up for missed opportunities at the last house, so probably covered a number of issues. Pam really let me have it too - after a couple of minutes my eyes were brimming with tears and I was squirming over her lap... I remember thinking, "My bottom is on fire; I'm never going to sit again; surely, she is nearly done", but she was less than halfway through!
2. Bruised & Sobbing - This was the hardest spanking so far at the new house. Pam used a wooden spoon (twice), wooden hairbrush, the Cry Baby rubber paddle, and the OTK cane. Pam has mastered OTK canes. She really doesn't need a full-length cane. In her strict, school teacher hand, the OTK cane whistles down, leaving welts and a contrite husband. I probably got about 30 hard strokes. By the time she'd finished with the cane, I was sobbing, but the cane was only the 'middle of the spanking' implement. I hadn't even had the hairbrush yet. Afterward, sitting was painful for two days, and I could still feel it on the third. Pam knows how to spank!
3. Wooden Spatula - This was a gift from Pam for xmas - she wrote Merry XMas on it too. She had to give it to me early as we've had house guests over Xmas/New Year (and so no spankings were possible). This was the mildest of the three spankings as the implement was not super effective, though Pam compensated with a long spanking, alternating cheeks for what felt like a very long time. There were no tears, but plenty of squirming in chairs the next day.

 

2024 promises to include a lot more spanking action. Pam's shoulder is much stronger now and we have better sound proofing in the new house (and we're miles from the neighbours). 

We have a new hobby too - pickleball - and besides it being highly erotic watching Pam smack the ball hard (a smacking with a pickleball bat might be in my future, though being a plastic bat, it would probably be loud & ineffective), I think it's making her arm stronger too.... and least, that's what my bottom is telling me.

In the aftermath of spanking number two above, I confided to Pam that when she is especially strict and spanks me until I'm properly crying, for some time afterwards I feel more 'obedient' and willing to do things she wants me to do that I'm not so keen on. i.e. I want to "Obey My Wife" like our engraved paddle says. 

Every spanko has heard the maxim (and truism) “a spanking doesn’t even start until the crying does” but I've never actually voiced this to Pam before. Basically, I wanted to but didn’t quite tell her she should always try to spank me until I'm crying my eyes out (which is true even if the spanking part is super painful) as this not only makes me a better husband, but the experience is more erotic (afterwards anyway!) and leaves me thinking lovingly about my wife for many weeks. 

But when I'm already so lucky to have a spanking wife, one doesn't want to appear at all critical! Especially when Pam's shoulder has been so bad, we've had limited opportunities... and my poor, poor bottom :)

However, I should probably remind her about this blog so she reads this :)

Going to be spanked tonight

 My wife has sentenced me to a spanking tonight. Last night, before going to sleep, she said, "I'm going to spank you tomorrow night. That will give you something to think about tomorrow."

 It started when we went out to dinner on Friday night. My wife decided to enforce a no-device rule on our daughter (without warning) - this resulted in a public meltdown. Tired and frustrated, I questioned the decision, saying that reaction was about what I expected. Pam was not happy because I questioned her in front of our daughter instead of supporting her decision and raising any questions later.

So now the hours count down until my bottom gets blistered. Since we have a house guest, I'm likely to receive all the "nasty but quiet" implements, particularly the cane. Yes, my school teacher wife is going to soundly cane me tonight... and since she won't be able to use her hairbrushes, it's likely to be a lot more than "six of the best".

I am nervous but excited :)

 

 

First Spanking after Shoulder Injury

For most of 2021, Pam has had an injured shoulder and been unable to give spankings. I received one in January (a proper spanking) but then over the year her shoulder has gotten progressively worse. She attempted to give me a spanking in mid-May, but though she got me to tears, she had to stop because her shoulder was hurting too much.

Fast forward to mid-June - after some physio and minor procedure, Pam's shoulder was feeling much better. I still thought my bottom was fairly safe though :) 

However, last week, the night before I was going away for a few weeks, I came home late after having a few drinks with work friends. Surprisingly, Pam was still awake. When we went to bed, Pam let out a loud sigh.

"I was going to spank you tonight, but you made me wait up late, so now I'm going to be tired tomorrow. I'm doubly annoyed now."

"Oh," I said, surprised and a little alarmed. "I thought your shoulder was still too sore."

"You know it is getting better. You should have come early in case I wanted to spank you, since you're going away soon. Now it's late."

"Ah, you don't have to spank me... if it's too late."

"But I want to - as you're about to find out. Take off your pants!"

Pam turned and started gathering implements, leaving me to obey my wife's resolute command. Once she had assembled her tools for making bottoms sore, I lay over her lap.

She started with her hand. Immediately, I could tell her healing was nearly complete. This was the firmest hand spanking I'd received all year. Before long, I was squirming, trying to avoid the smacks. Pam scolded me the entire time, telling me she was just getting started and that by the time she was done, I'd have a very hot bottom.

Then Pam picked up the short tawse and gave me a long OTK strapping, clearly relishing having a full range of movement again. The tawse stings like crazy and my squirming intensified.

"You should have come home earlier in case I wanted to spank you," she asked. "Shouldn't you?" 

"Yes, Ma'am." Though inwardly I was thinking that if I'd come home earlier, Pam may not have been as mad, but she'd probably have had more time to give a longer spanking. I decided to risk a complaint, despite already being on the receiving end. "You never said you were going to, Ma'am."

The strap came down harder. "You," my wife said, punctuating each word with a stroke of the tawse, "need to be in better touch with your wife's feelings. Intuition."

Now I was convinced that this made no sense at all, but at least I had the sense to keep my mouth shut. "Yes, Ma'am."

Next came her thick "Obey your wife" paddle. With a stronger arm now, Pam used this more like a hairbrush than a paddle, absolutely roasting the lower curves of my bottom, ensuring I would not sit comfortably for days.

"You were meant to move your car, too," Pam said, during a brief break. "I asked you to, but it is still in the driveway."

"I'll move it tomorrow," I croaked, managing to speak despite the first tears in my eyes.

"Oh, I know you will. But now you'll have something to think about when you sit in the driver's seat." 

Pam gave me the finale of my spanking with the Devil's Braid (silicon strap) followed by a long dose of her OTK ruler paddle. But the time she put the implements away, I was sobbing, arm-locked over her lap, a thoroughly chastised husband who had received a well-deserved spanking from his strict wife.

Pam was not finished though. She rounded off the spanking with a sound hand spanking as an encore. On my already sore and blistered bottom, the pain was enough to keep the waterworks flowing until Pam finally decided I had learned my lesson. It was now time for cuddles and to thank my wife for her firm but loving ministrations.

Now it is several days later and my bottom still burns under a hot shower. But while her spankings are the painful, real deal, I'm glad Pam's shoulder has healed and once again she can keep her naughty husband in line. Regular spankings bring us closer and certainly improve my attitude toward my wife.

"Obey Your Wife" - as my wife's paddle says!

 

 

 

I Don't Need a Reason

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First time OTK with new spoon

Well, I'm sitting on a sore bottom again 😢

Pam decided I needed a spanking last night. There was no reason, it was just too long. When I said, "Well, I guess it has been a while", she replied, "Yes, and it isn't because you've been good."

Pam was rubbing my bottom while she spoke, deliberately trying to get me aroused. She wasn't actually mad, just knew I was overdue for a trip over her lap.

"I have been thinking about it lately," I said, my growing arousal making me say crazy things. "I guess I need a hard one."

She looked me in the eyes. "Do I ever give any other type of spanking?"

"Not really. You give hard or extra hard."

"Extra hard then!"

Pam then ordered me to lie over her lap. She intended using the brand new wooden spoon I'd bought her for our anniversary. It had never been used, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

It's the bottom one in the picture below (you can tell my art isn't as good as my wife's!). The top one is my wife's trusty old favourite that has never been used for cooking anything other than my bottom.

I settled in over Pam's lap. She started with a hand spanking, gradually building the intensity up until I was squirming. It had been weeks since I'd been spanked and my tolerance seemed to be lower tonight. The spoon was going to be a challenge.

"Already getting hot," Pam said, rubbing my bottom.

She picked up the spoon, and without further ado, began to pepper my bottom with it. I could scarcely believe the sting. Either my tolerance was way down, or the new spoon was very, very effective. Perhaps not as thick and thudding as Pam's old spoon, but lighter, able to be wielded rapid-fire against a naughty husband's bottom.

In no time I was squirming, arm pinned behind my back, as Pam danced the spoon over both my upturned cheeks. Finally, as tears started to form in my eyes, she stopped. Her hand ran soothingly over my hot bottom.

"I think you're going to have to work off the couch tomorrow. No sitting at your desk."

 I sniffled in response, knowing Pam was right, and also knowing she wasn't finished yet.

"This is a good spoon," she said, examining the wooden utensil of doom. "Very stingy. Gets the right reaction." Then she rested the wooden head on my bottom again. "Are you going to behave?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"I'm sure you will, especially after a good finale to set you straight."

Then she resumed spanking me. She did not focus on my sit spot. Rather she was an equal opportunity spanker and focused on ensuring every inch of my bottom was uniformly scalded. Soon I was writhing tearfully over my wife's strict lap, trying without luck to avoid the sting of her wicked new spoon. The promises and apologies started tumbling from my lips, but Pam had none of that nonsense and dutifully applied dozens more searing spanks.

Later, she let me up for a cuddle and a kiss. The spanking was over, but the night was not. She had not actually been the slightest bit mad or I would have gotten it worse, but these days Pam is a strict disciplinarian and knows exactly how to keep naughty husbands in line.

So here I am, updating my blog on a sore bottom again. It was far from the hardest spanking Pam has given me, but my bottom still feels like it has pins and needles even when I'm standing.

What I am thinking, is next time that spoon gets used it won't get used in isolation. It's now likely to be combined with the trusted old favourite spoon, and won't that be a memorable trip over my wife's lap. 

Maybe I should leave them on her pillow tonight?  😅