Remember to be Good

 I received a quick spanking from my wife just over a week ago. It was the night before I left for a work trip. Nothing was said until we were in bed. 

Pam rolled over and cupped my bottom. "I'm going to have to give you a spanking before you leave. A reminder to behave yourself. Aren't I?"

I was completely taken by surprise. "Ah... I guess." My thoughts had immediately gone to an uncomfortable plane trip and several hours of squirming on a sore rear during tomorrow's workshop.

Pam soon had me naked and over her lap. She started with a wooden spoon, thankfully one of the thinner ones with more sting than lasting bite. She peppered me with dozens upon dozens of smacks, all the while reminding me to behave myself while I was away.

Then she switched to our spoon-shaped paddle. This is a powerful implement, the thud of a paddle but able to be delivered with enough velocity to sting at the moment. After several minutes of Pam spanking my bare bottom, I was in tears and promising to be extremely good while I was away.

"Don't think I'm going to stop," Pam said, noticing my crying. "I want to make sure you're thinking of your wife every time you sit while you're away."

"I will, Ma'am," I croaked.

Not pausing her spanking, Pam said, "You're going for drinks tomorrow night. Aren't you? I want you sitting on a hard wooden chair at the bar. Send me photos of it!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

At last, with me sobbing over her lap, Pam put down the spoon paddle. "Don't think we're done yet. There's still the finale." She rubbed the next implement over my sore bottom. "Do you know what this is?"

"The cane, Ma'am."

"Yes, it is. Let's see how good I can make this finale." 

Then she began to whip the OTK cane down on my naked cheeks, achieving a thin whistle with every stroke. She had chosen the cane that is covered in rubber, an extremely painful implement from the sadly defunct cane-iac's red line collection of super-painful implements. My bottom would be crisscrossed with welts tomorrow.

"How many days are you gone for?"

"Seven, Ma'am."

Pam finished with seven of the best, leaving me crying and promising to be a 'good boy' while away from home. Afterward, we kissed and cuddled. It was late and we were too tired for love making. We lay on our sides, Pam behind me. She cuddled up, rubbing my sore bottom. "Mm. It's hot. I hope this is very sore for the next couple of days. Remember your wife and this little lesson every time you sit."

And I certainly did...

Maintenance Spanking

 It's currently Wednesday afternoon. I'm sitting on a bottom that still itches a little despite the fact Pam spanked me on Sunday night. I have said before that Pam can give quite a spanking! 

It started with a text message. Pam had gone for a shower, and I was wandering the house tidying up and preparing for the next day. My phone buzzed - odd for this time of night. I looked down... and the first few words sucked my breath away.

"I am in bed waiting for you to come and lay your bare ass across my lap. I suggest you don't make me wait too long."

I was getting a spanking! No forewarning at all. I wasn't sure if I'd done anything, but I quickly locked up the house then cleaned my teeth. Although I tried to be fast, it must have been about 3 or 4 minutes between reading the text message and my arrival in our bedroom.

"Finally," Pam said. "I've been waiting." She was sitting up on the bed with her legs out. A pile of implements lay beside her.

Quickly, I dropped my pants and lay over Pam's lap. She started with a long hand spanking. From her scolding it was clear this was a 'mind your wife' maintenance spanking for no reason in particular. That would not make sitting tomorrow much easier.

After getting my bottom toasty, she switched to her "50 Shades of Gray Spanking Ruler". You can still get these on eBay/Amazon. She has bared used this ruler, but I soon found that it stings a LOT when applied hard... and Pam was really bringing it down with sharp cracks. She soon figured out I was dreading each smack. But that only made her tease me by rubbing it around my bottom, resting it, smacking with it... not letting me know when it was coming.

"I like this ruler," Pam said. "It really stings. I'll have to remember it."

Then Pam switched to her favourite wooden spoon. She gave me about fifty smacks with it before commenting, "This doesn't make as nice a noise as the ruler, but it's thick. Perfect for flogging naughty boys."

By the time she finished with the spoon, I was almost in tears and Pam had only used two implements. She rubbed the distinctive rough surface of Mr Floppy, one of our rubber spanking paddles against my bottom. 

"I'll be good," I pleaded.

"You will be by the time I'm done."

Pam then carried out a thorough whacking with the rubber paddle, covering every inch of my bottom. It went on for several minutes. Dimly, I realised that her shoulder must now be entirely healed. At last she finished, though I had tears in my eyes. I sniffled an apology.

"That's better," Pam said, switching implements. "Don't think I'm done with you yet."

Something wooden rested against my burning bare bottom. "What's that, ma'am?" I asked.

"The hairbrush. I'm going to finish with fifty."

I knew which hairbrush too - the long-handed one that was more like a bath brush.

Then the finale began. Pam spanked me hard and fast. I vaguely heard her counting but by the end was too busy sobbing to keep my own count going. She did not pause; she did not slacken as the spanking went on. She delivered all fifty spanks good and hard. When she was done, I lay contritely over her lap, quietly sobbing.

"You can get up now," Pam said after a time.

After all, Pam now desired a proper 'thank-you', which I'm pleased to say resulted in a thunderous orgasm for my wife.

BTW - Next day, when I was putting the implements away, I discovered my wife had the long cane out too. She must have decided I'd had enough, so I was spared its use :)

How I'm Spanked...

 I've still got a couple of days of holidays before I'll be back at work, so I thought I'd do a post summarising how I'm spanked... You may have gotten some of this from reading my stories, but I'll put it down in a more concise way now.

Position?

• These days Pam spanks OTK for most spankings. We went through a period where Pam was spanking me on all fours (good for applying the cane & naughty stick), but reverted to the traditional OTK a couple of years ago. However, Pam will put me on all fours for the long cane sometimes.

Implements?

• Generally, while I'm either undressing or waiting in the corner, Pam will reach into the toolbox and grab a bunch of implements. Typically, we're talking between four and six implements. Once they're out, unless her arm gets sore or I'm utterly bawling, she'll use all of them. If she picks out a smaller number of implements, she will use one of her favourites twice.
• Her favourite implements are big wooden spoons and the OTK cane. These get the most use. She'll generally also use either a hairbrush or one of our wooden paddles in an over-the-knee position.
• Pam will start out with a hand spanking as warm up. Her hand stings but won't produce tears - it's just to get my bottom ready for the real spanking. I've only been given hand-only spankings twice ever: the first spanking she ever gave me and another spanking on holidays in Switzerland when we didn't pack any implements. In the latter spanking, she actually managed to get me crying from just her hand, but that's worth a post of its own one day.
• I've only not received a hand spanking warm-up a couple of times when she was super pissed off and started off with a cold caning. Our long cane is reserved for more serious punishments.
  
• Pam will often use her hand again in the middle or end of the spanking. It's pretty effective if I'm already crying.
• Our Implement List:
• 2 x big wooden spoons - these blister my bottom more than a brush!
• 1 x OTK cane; 1 x medium-size cane; 1 x long cane
• 1 x wooden OTK cherry wood paddle
• 1 x ruler and a ruler paddle
• 1 x spoon-shaped paddle
  
• 1 x heavy OTK wooden paddle (Obey Your Wife paddle)
• 1 x short tawse that can be used OTK (stings!)
• 1 x leather school strap that can be used OTK
  
• 1 x floppy rubber paddle (stings!)
• 1 x devil's braid (silicone thing - not that severe but very quiet)
  
• 1 x heavy rubber paddle with holes - the Cry Baby (super stingy!)
• 1 x naughty stick with "I've Been Very Naughty" on it (super stingy!)
  

 

How Long/Hard?

Pam gives long spankings that are 10 to 15 minutes in duration. She generally doesn't spank full force until near the end (the finale) but the earlier spanks are still hard and effective. Pam's spanking style is more long and relentless, slow-cooking my bottom, breaking down any defences, and getting me crying. She blisters my entire bottom, not just the sit spots, ensuring I'll feel it even standing up the next day (especially in tight pants!).

Pam will usually give between 30 to 80 smacks with each implement before switching to a new one, but sometimes she'll give more with one implement that seems to be giving her a good reaction. The OTK cane is always given full force, often in sixes, and a real tear-jerker.

Pam will usually rub my bottom during the spanking, but that is for her enjoyment, not mine (I keep fit with cycling/gym and she says I have a very spankable bottom :) ). She'll scold quietly, ask me questions about my future behaviour, and make promises about how sore and sorry I'm going to be by the time she's done. The spankings are given with a loving but strict demeanor.

A spanking from Pam does not always end with me crying my eyes out, though tears are the usual result of any trip over her lap (at least tears). She'll stop when she feels I've learned my lesson, and in particular, when she thinks I won't be able to sit comfortably for days. The spanking may end with me in tears, quietly sobbing, or I could be completely bawling my eyes out. 

Generally, the spanking won't go much longer once I'm bawling my eyes out, though Pam will always add a little more 'just to be sure'. There have been a few notable exceptions when spankings have been given for real offenses and I've bawled for half the duration. 

Toward the end of the spanking, I'll probably be arm-locked and getting a good, harder finale that can seem like an entire spanking by itself. This is a Leda Lady/Strict Mom style spanking of maybe 50 to 100 smacks - I'm normally beyond counting by this stage. If I'm already in tears, the finale will have me bawling my eyes out.

She has even been strict enough to sentence me to an extra spanking if I've done too much squirming and made it difficult for her to spank me properly.

When Pam is done, I'm a contrite, well-spanked husband.

We have no safe word. The idea makes no sense to me. Pam is punishing me with my willing pre-spanking consent. The worse that could happen is I'd get a spanking that's "too hard" or causes too many bruises, both of which are minor inconveniences. And if that's what Pam thinks I deserve, I deserve it. If I wanted this discipline to stop, we would stop.

Afterwards, we'll always kiss and cuddle. I will thank her verbally and apologise again if it was for a real offense. If so, she'll probably tell me I deserved it :) We might make love but not always. The spanking might have been the main event. Pam only uses corner time pre-spanking and not always.

The Next Day

Sitting is always difficult for two to three days after a spanking from Pam. I'm likely to have blisters and there might be some minor bruising. There could be some welts from the cane, particularly if she's been slightly off target and hit the upper thigh.

I will generally let Pam know via an SMS how difficult it is to sit down, which will be greeted enthusiastically by my wife. She loves to know that it is hard to sit and that I'm thinking of her all day. On the odd occasion when my bottom is not particularly sore, I actually find it disappointing. Though some days, after a particularly hard spanking, my bottom can be so thoroughly blistered it is very hard to function normally.

The spanking hurts like hell at the time, but I will eroticise it before and for weeks afterwards. I will remember particularly hard spankings for weeks or even months... and never once have I thought I got "too much". 

However, I will honestly try to avoid another spanking while my bottom is still blistered, though it doesn't always save me. Certainly, there is no 'slack' given - If I need one, I get one. I've even been sentenced to a second, follow-up spanking the following night... with a whole day to dread it.

I love my wife and like to think of her as the best and strictest spanker in the world :)

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?  😅

Maintenance Spanking Last Night

You can tell we're in lockdown... two posts in a couple of days!

This is just a quick one to describe the maintenance spanking Pam gave me last night. It started with a text message suggesting a "GoT and OTK night", which means watching Game of Thrones, following by me over Pam's knee afterwards. We did this sometimes during the original series and are now working our way through the whole seven seasons again.


We snuggled up on the couch as we watched two episodes, though my nerves were going through the roof from halfway through the second episode. As I've said, it might not have been punishment, but it was still going to be a hard spanking. Pam knows a spanking is meant to hurt!

Afterwards, when we were in our bedroom, Pam announced she was going to have a shower, then when I was hovering aimlessly, she added, "Take your pants off. Stand in the corner."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, knowing we were in discipline mode now.

Then she left.

I stood in the corner naked for about fifteen minutes while Pam showered, fed the pets, and got ready for bed. Finally, she came in, and seeing me in the corner, she asked, "Have you moved?"

"No, Ma'am."

Pam collected some implements and arranged herself, sitting up against the head of the bed. "Come here and lie over my lap," she commanded.

I did as ordered, arranging myself over her thighs. Her hand started rubbing my bottom. "Now, I'm not going to use my hand much as it makes too much noise. Our son is still wandering the other end of the house talking to his girlfriend on the phone."

This was ominous as it meant no warm-up and 'stingy but quiet' implements.

Pam gave me a brief, light hand spanking, before realising it wasn't stinging at all and upping the strength of the smacks. It was still short and all too soon she took up the wooden naughty stick (long bamboo ruler from cane-iac labelled with "I've Been Very Naughty"). She had not used this for a long time, and I'd forgotten how effective it is, with a sting greater than a hairbrush. Pam gave me about thirty or forty with the naughty stick before putting it aside. I resolved to hide that nasty thing at the back of the implement collection!

"Too loud," she said. "Time for something quieter."

I knew what that meant and wasn't surprised to feel the OTK cane rest against my bottom. Pam gives pretty much all spankings over her lap these days, though occasionally she'll make me get on all fours for the naughty stick or our longer cane.

What followed was a long, painful caning. An OTK cane might not be as fierce as a full-length caning, but Pam gave me a lot more than six of the best. In fact, she gave the caning in batches, saying, "The cane must be given in sixes," and then started applying it six sharp strokes at a time.  This made it awfully hard to take, and I was soon squirming over her lap.

After a brief respite when Pam gave me another hand spanking, which stung a lot more now my bottom was sore, it was back to the cane.

"This is how you cure a naughty boy," she said. "With a good caning."

Pam then proceeded to give me a much longer dose of that OTK cane than I'd ever had. With a few pauses for scolding, Pam must have delivered over a hundred more sizzling cuts across my bottom, leaving me teary eyed by the time she finished.

It was later now and the night was quiet. Pam picked up another implement. "My favourite, the wooden spoon."

My wife brought the spoon down hard, the wide wooden head burning one cheek and then the other.

"Are you going to behave?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And what happens when you don't?"

"My strict wife spanks me."

"Yeah, she does."

Pam finished off the spanking with another forty or so hard smacks of that wicked spoon, leaving me sobbing softly into a pillow. It had been a sound reminder to mind and obey my wife. She drew me into her arms for kissing and some TLC, for while my wife spanks long and hard, it is always discipline lovingly given.

Then we kissed and made up properly, with an orgasm for her!

And this morning I'm typing this post on a blistered bottom that is difficult to sit on, even on a comfy chair. Pam is sleeping in, though she said last night she wanted to find a hard bench for me to sit on this morning. So I imagine we'll be getting take-away breakfast and then finding some hard concrete for my naughty, blistered bottom to sit on.

Edit:
It's now three days later and my bottom is still sore to sit on. I believe Pam gave me a punishment spanking as 'maintenance' as I hadn't been spanked for while as Pam had been sick, so I'd missed a couple...

How I'm Spanked

I've written numerous accounts of my spankings from Pam, most of them only marginal embellishments of the truth, but I thought it was time to put down the factual account. And with all this time in self-isolation, I have plenty of time to blog.

Starting at the beginning, my first spanking from Pam was a punishment, which I've previously written about. However, for that spanking and those that followed for years, despite the pain I became aroused. Most of the spankings that followed right up until we were married were foreplay. Don't get that wrong. Pam enjoys spanking my bottom hard, so they were still intense. But I would become aroused, and she would rub my hot bottom whilst taking short breaks from roasting it.

During the early days of our relationship I was spanked several times a week, often triggered by Pam rubbing my bottom when we were kissing and saying, "I'm going to spank your bum tonight," knowing that would push up my arousal level up a hundred notches.

She knew I liked it, and she liked doing it.

But at this stage, I was more likely to come during a spanking than cry.

That's not to say they weren't painful. Each spanking involved a long dose of her palm, followed by a good five minutes of the wooden hairbrush, often longer with her hand and hairbrush interwoven. I certainly felt them the next day, but there were no tears, and a spanking would generally stop when I'd promise to be "extremely, extremely good", a code word of sorts. Or at least it would stop after Pam added a finale of another fifty or so hard smacks, just to make sure. There was always that strict edge.

Over time we collected more implements. A paddle, wooden spoons, and finally a cane, purchased by Pam as my Valentine's "present", for in her words, "when I was very naughty". The spankings were getting harder and longer as more implements were used.

Around the time we got married, Pam started to spank more often as punishment. These spankings were similar to a normal spanking, just longer and harder, and I'd have tears in my eyes when they ended. I've never been particularly stoic though. Even during early 'play' spankings I'd squirm and protest and end up arm-locked over Pam's lap. But we're talking about four or five hundred smacks with wooden implements here, polished off with fifty odd with the OTK cane.

Over the years we've been married, we've collected more implements online, enough that Pam has a drawer full of them (maybe a dozen different straps/spoons/brushes/canes) in her bedside table. Now when she spanks me, she just grabs a random handful of four to six implements and sets to work. Somehow the OTK cane always seems to be in that random collection ;)

A typical spanking these days is five implements, with two or three of the implements given twice if spanking for punishment. She will mix spanking with scolding and rubbing my sore bottom. There's normally no rush. Her favourite implements are the OTK cane and the wooden spoon (more like a baking spoon and quite fearsome), with the rubber paddles coming into greater play if spanking for a real offense.

The big change over the last five years is there are more spankings for punishment, and less difference between the punishment spankings and the play spankings, which have become more like a 'reminder to behave' spanking. The other difference is Pam has learnt how to make me cry, or perhaps I have learnt how to let down the barriers and cry. I'm talking actual sobbing, not just wet eyes, and Pam certainly enjoys making sure I've been properly punished. Sometimes I'm literally crying my eyes out by the time my wife is satisfied.

Here's my notes from a punishment spanking from last year - six sets of spanking.

• Oct 14th (messy kitchen): 1 x hairbrush, 2 x otk cane, 1 x black rubber paddle, 2 x wooden spoon

Although I don't enjoy these punishment spankings during the event and try to avoid one for some time afterwards, they are the ones I find most erotic. Afterwards, with a sore bottom for at least two days, I get excited replaying how strict Pam was and imaging myself over her lap getting my just desserts again.

If I'm warned in advance of a looming spanking, the nervous anticipation builds, a mix of excitement and dread. But if she wasn't super strict and giving me 'real' spankings, that same level of excitement wouldn't be there. It's my wife's strictness that makes it arousing.

And soon, despite knowing how much it will hurt, I'm craving another one. But harder this time, at least I tell myself that until I'm over her lap again.

That's a long winded explanation of why I bought Pam the 'Cry Baby' rubber paddle, knowing the pain would be excruciating, knowing it would leave me howling over her lap, but knowing I'd experience the intimacy and sense of atonement that comes from a real 'to tears' spanking, and for a spanko, savouring the incomparable gratitude of being married to a strict wife who spanks and spanks hard.

The Spotless Bench

They say if it doesn't rain in pours, and at least in my case, rains a flood of smacks on my bottom.

It was Thursday night, just three days after Pam had spanked me for leaving the kitchen in a mess. For the past three days my bottom had gradually recovered from her strict hand, though I'd still had a mild tingle on the train ride home from work that day.

We were lying in bed when Pam's hand snacked down to cup my bottom.

"It's been sore for the past few days," I told her.

"Good," she said. "And the kitchen has been cleaner too. But I want you to come home early tomorrow night so we can discuss the finer details."

***

On Friday's I often go out for a few drinks after work, but not this week. I declined an invitation to meet up at the pub and was on an early train wondering what was in for me.

That night seemed to drag on forever. Pam was watching Orange is the New Black with her friend Helen while I wasted time on YouTube. When they started a second episode that would take the time to eleven PM, I figured I wasn't in any trouble and may as well have gone out after work.

At last, after about the tenth yawn, I closed down my computer, kissed Pam, and went to bed. Activity seemed to accelerate from there. I'd barely laid down in bed when Pam came in, wearing only a T-shirt and a pair of panties. Clearly, something was going to happen tonight, maybe even some love-making action!

Pam quickly put that thought to rest. She reached into the drawer beside her and retrieved a pile of implements. She sat up on the bed and patted her lap. After years together, I obeyed without question, knowing Pam would explain if I'd done something wrong, but also knowing she could spank me whenever she felt like it.

I adjusted my hips over my wife's firm thighs. Her palm rested on my bottom. I wasn't sure whether this was maintenance or discipline yet, though the difference is typically only one of duration. Pam always spanks hard, always.

"What's this for, Ma'am?" I asked.

"Well, the kitchen has definitely been an improvement the past few days. The plates have been cleaned and put away. However, there were pasta stains splattered near the cook top on Wednesday. Nobody cleaned the benches."

 "Oh," I said, remembering that was the part of the chore I always forgot about.

Nothing further was said before Pam started spanking me. She started with "Mr Floppy", a black rubber paddle we'd acquired online. Rubber paddles sting like crazy and soon was squirming on my wife's lap.

"No hand tonight," Pam said as she spanked. "Too loud. Besides, this is only a little reminder but I want it to sting."

After warming me up with Mr Floppy, Pam reached down for another implement.

"What's this?" she asked, getting me to look at the paddle she had chosen.

"It's new," I said. "It should be quiet. I packed it when we went on holidays but we didn't get to use it."

"It's thick... and heavy," she said, resting it on my warm cheeks. From the delight in her voice, Pam was clearly looking forward to applying it.

"It's called the Cry Baby. The website said it is good for making naughty boys cry."

Actually it had said it would make the strongest willed bottom cry like a little baby and beg for mercy. I'd bought it from cane-iac in a moment of aroused stupidity. Pam did not need any help making me cry from a hard spanking, but the thought of truly bawling like a baby from one of her spankings had my Visa card out. I'd tried it out on my bottom and had discovered new levels of sting, but I couldn't spank myself like Pam does.

"It's so shiny too," Pam said, still admiring the paddle. "This is how shiny I want my benchtop, or you'll be getting a good spanking with the Cry Baby."

Pam started tentatively. At first the Cry Baby felt similar to Mr Floppy, a nasty burn that would bring tears after a while. Then Pam started spanking harder. Oh my, what a fool I'd been to purchase that paddle. It was hell on earth. I was sobbing after a dozen or so smacks, with tears coming shortly after. Pam just pinned my hand behind my back and really gave it to me.

Ladies, if you want to keep your man in line, the Cry Baby is the tool.
Gentlemen, if you've never been able to cry from a spanking or think your wife spanks too softly, the Cry Baby is the tool.

I must have only received about fifty with the Cry Baby, but it left me crying my eyes out over Pam's lap. Even my experienced bottom couldn't cope with the thick rubber strap with holes in it.

As this was more of a maintenance spanking than a "Pam is super angry" spanking, she rubbed my bottom for a while before continuing. Slowly I calmed down and stopped crying. However, I knew she wasn't finished yet. It's a rare spanking when only two implements are applied.

"Where is my favourite spoon?" she asked, talking to herself.

The wood was cold on my bottom, though it wouldn't be for long. The heavy wooden spoon was my wife's preferred implement for leaving nests of little blisters carpeted over my sit spots.

"Give me your hand again," Pam said. "I'm going to make sure you feel this sitting down at the cafe tomorrow morning. Let's see if I can get some of those tears back too."

And she did, on both counts.

[And here is that nasty Cry Baby paddle! I'm sure it will get a lot of use now Pam knows how effective it is.]

The Messy Kitchen (F/M spanking story, real-life)

I walked into the war zone that was the kitchen: dirty plates upon dirty plates, crumbs carpeting the bench top, discarded cartons a diorama next to the sink. The boys were meant to clean the kitchen each night after dinner, but they had disappeared an hour ago when the Internet lock kicked in. Ostensibly, I was ultimately responsible for the kitchen's cleanliness - it was on the list of tasks on the iPhone app Shared Lists that I was meant to complete.

If the boys didn't clean the kitchen, it was up to me... or else.

But I hadn't been spanked in months. Lately, even when I'd clearly not completed my tasks, Pam would complain about being left with the task. But instead of my bottom suffering the consequences, she would do the job herself. With no consequences to worry about, I sighed and went back to my computer. Pam wouldn't be home for hours. There was plenty of time to clean the kitchen, or not...

Back at my computer, I struggled to concentrate. Not so long ago Pam didn't need to try hard to find a reason to spank me. I'd even tried pushing her deliberately a couple of times, a dangerous game, but that hadn't left me with a sore bottom either.

I was un-spanked, and I really didn't think either of us were happy about it. If she followed through, Pam could have anything she wanted: chores, neck massages, cleaning, orgasms, sleep-ins. All she had to do is add the items to my "todo" list and enforce them with her chest full of implements, like she had started to a couple of years ago. And after a trip over Pam's lap it was impossible to get her out of my mind for days, especially when I usually couldn't sit comfortably for days!

Knowing I was part of the problem and yet still feeling frustrated, I went into the kitchen, added a dirty coffee mug to the mess, and went to bed.

***

It was nearly midnight when Pam returned home from the movies with her girlfriend Helen. She flicked on the lights as she moved through the darkened house, at last reaching the kitchen.

"Ducking hell," Pam cried aloud, taking in the mess on benches that had been clean when she left. "I'm sick of coming home to a pigsty." She stood staring in disbelief, taking in the details.

Finally, shaking her head, Pam went to the bathroom to change for bed. Clearly, the current arrangement of relying on their sons to clean the kitchen wasn't working. To be truthful, it had never worked. Not even turning off the Internet delivered a consistent performance. Overall responsibility needed to go back to her husband. He could use the damn dishwasher if he wanted, but since she did the cooking, her husband could make sure she didn't have to clean up first.

Resolving to nip the problem in the butt, she steeled herself into "Strict Wife" mode and slipped into the darkened bedroom she shared with her husband.

***

Although going to bed an hour earlier, I was awake when Pam came in the front door. I had lain staring at the ceiling, wondering at my wife's likely reaction when she saw the kitchen. What would she do? Probably just clean it up before going to bed, though my mind wandered to alternatives both arousing and fearful.

I listened intently as Pam reached the kitchen. Her reaction was unexpectedly loud and cross, easily heard from our nearby bedroom. Gulp! Maybe I should have cleaned it up at least a tiny bit…

A few minutes later Pam entered the dark room. I was lying on my side facing away from her, thinking it wise to be "asleep" after the kitchen reaction. It didn't work. Pam laid down beside me and immediately shuffled over to spoon from behind, draping an arm over my hip.

"I know you're awake," she said.

"Barely. Did you enjoy the movie?"

"Hmm," Pam said. "Well, it was great. Really funny. Not so great was the mess I came home to in the kitchen."

"Didn't the boys clean it?"

"You know damn well they didn't. I didn't even eat here tonight, so none of it is mine."

"I did tell them - twice - they mustn't have gotten around to it. Too busy with gaming, I suppose."

"You're responsible for the kitchen. Remember? So if you can't get them moving, do it yourself before coming to bed." Her hand dropped down to my bottom and squeezed it. "Do you understand your wife?"

I swallowed, understanding her intent and slipping into an obedient mode. "Yes, Ma'am."

"And are you going to obey your wife, like the wise paddle says?" Pam asked, referring to her wooden paddle with 'Obey Your Wife' engraved into it.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good," Pam said. "It's too late to deal with this now, but tomorrow you are to clean the kitchen as soon as you get home. Then I want you naked and waiting for me in the corner at 9:45pm. I will deal with you once the boys are asleep. Got it?"

By now my penis was rising with nervous excitement. "Yes, Ma'am."

"You'd better. You are going to get it super hard tomorrow night. You have all day tomorrow to think about all that crying you're going to do over my lap while you're getting your bottom blistered beet red. Things are going to change around here. Now kiss me and let's get to sleep."

There wasn't much sleeping that night, at least not for me, wondering whether that dirty coffee mug was the icing on the red cake my wife was going to bake tomorrow night.

***

I was nervous about my impending spanking all day, but the nerves really set in after dinner, looking at the clock, counting down the hours until I'd be over Pam's lap. Two. Have a shower, iron a shirt for tomorrow. One. Make sure the damn kitchen is clean! Get ready for bed. Pam hadn't said anything, so I wasn't sure she was going to follow through.

As ordered, come 9:45pm I was naked and standing in the corner waiting for Pam. The boys were still roaming the house in search of more food, so Pam didn't come in for another ten minutes. She sat on the bed, waiting for all activity in the house to cease. I noted that she'd put clothes into the washing machine down the hall as cover for noisy activities...

"Good," Pam said, finally addressing me at around quarter past ten. "Everyone is asleep, so it's our turn to make some noise. Come here and get your just desserts." While I moved to the bed, Pam grabbed a handful of implements from her collection and put them on the bed beside her. From my angle, I couldn't see what they were.

I laid over my lovely wife's lap, though found my legs hanging over the side of the bed. "Can you please move a little to your left?" I asked.

"Isn't it me who should be giving orders?" Pam said, though she moved so I could fit entirely over her lap. She gave me a pillow to hold on to, then started rubbing my bottom. "Get comfortable. We could be here for a while."

Almost immediately Pam started warming up my bottom with her hand, crisp slaps that as I hadn't been spanked in a while stuck from the start. She didn't spank as hard as sometimes, but that was more for keeping the noise down rather than from any concern for my bottom. After leaving my bottom red and hot to touch, she switched to her heavy wooden spoon and began roasting my bottom in earnest, peppering my bare cheeks with the thick wood, one side then the other.

"Are you going to be better behaved in future?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry."

"Not yet you're aren't."

After a few dozen more with the spoon, Pam thought she heard a noise in the house (only healthy paranoia thankfully) and switched to our OTK-sized cane. This was far from a respite for my poor bottom. The cane cut the air as it brought hot lines down upon my bottom, my wife giving a couple of strokes at a time intermingled with scolding.

"To think, after a long day at school - my first day back from holidays - and I have to come home and deal with you. Lots of naughty students all day, but the naughtiest one of all is you, over my lap and getting the cane!"

"Sorry, Ma'am," was I was allowed to respond with.

After leaving my bottom crossed with red lines, Pam picked up the dreaded black rubber paddle. "I like this one," she said. "Super stingy." Sure enough, she started demonstrating how stingy it is. I cried out with each smack, starting with "ow's", but becoming more desperate as the rubber left searing rectangles over my bare bottom. Tears were forming in my eyes.

"Don't think I'm going to stop just because it's starting to hurt," Pam said, in a stern voice.

"No, Ma'am. I'm so sorry."

Talking was difficult now as my crying intensified. There was no point asking for clemency and I never did - none would be coming regardless. Pam was giving me exactly what I deserved. At some point she had switched to a wooden hairbrush, though once my bottom gets to a certain tenderness anything stings like crazy. Certainly she was using enough wooden implements that I'd be feeling it at work the next day.

"Are you going to be a better husband?" Pam asked. "Because you've been particularly unhelpful lately."

"Yes, I will. I promise."

After about fifty or sixty with the brush, Pam put the hairbrush down and added a couple of dozen "bonus" stripes from her cane. She switched back to the wooden spoon for the finale.

"This is such a good implement for correcting naughty boys, nice and thick," she said.

With that she resumed spanking, harder now, determined to leave a strong impression on her errant husband. I was squirming under the blows, to the point of throwing a hand back in self-protection. Pam merely pinned it behind my back and continued without missing a single smack.

"I want that kitchen spotless. Every night."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"And what's going to happen if it isn't?"

"My wife will spank me."

"Yes, I will. Hard."

For the next few minutes Pam set out to show me precisely how hard. She brought that thick wooden spoon down with considerable expertise and even greater determination. Anyone watching or listening to the hard smacks would have winced, but the impact on me was far greater. Under those searing smacks I was crying freely, tears in my eyes, chewing my bottom lip,  sniffling and sobbing between spanks. There was no escaping my loving wife's discipline.

Finally, with my bottom ablaze, the spanking stopped. "My shoulder is beginning to hurt," Pam said. "That's enough for this time."

Dimly, through my sniffles, I couldn't help thinking that my bottom hurt a lot more than my wife's shoulder!

Pam let me up. We cuddled and kissed for a time. "Thank you," I whispered in her ear, meaning it too. We resumed kissing, more passionately, until we were making out like teenagers.

I was more aroused than I'd been in a long time, but it was Pam who deserved pleasuring. I laid underneath her as she climbed over my face, straddling my mouth with her steaming wet pussy. Pam had given me a spanking; now it was my turn to give her an orgasm!

***

It is now the day after this spanking. I am sitting on a sore, blistered bottom while posting the account to my blog :)

First Spanking for 2019

It was 2am and despite a long day in the summer sun, I could not sleep. Pam lay beside me, sleeping soundly, unaware I was still awake. But no matter how I tried, I couldn't get the thought her spanking me out of my head, along with an unrelenting arousal at the thought. For a number of reasons, I hadn't been over my wife's lap since October 28th, far too long, and despite getting tardier on a number of my chores, my bottom had gone unpunished.

To make matters worse, we'd been shopping earlier that day at the local two-dollar shop and I'd spotted a sturdy looking clothes brush. Pam hadn't even glanced in its direction, but since then all I could think of was a sound trip over her lap, the new brush in her hand, its wooden surface blistering my bottom as a reminder to be a better husband.

All the while Pam was spanking me, she was repeating the lines she had used in recent spankings:

'A headmistress would give you six of the best. I'm going to give you six on each cheek.'

'It was really rude how you spoke to me this morning. You're going to get it Super Hard now.'

'I'm still annoyed just talking about it. Clearly, I'm not done with you.'

At least in my head she was, over and over, until finally I fell asleep, only to wake again every hour after that...

***

Two days later, Pam left to see a movie with her friend Helen, so I had the house to myself. At first I'd been just chilling in front of Netflix, but after a while the thought of Pam in 'strict wife' mode flashed back into my head. Earlier that day she had patted my bottom a couple of times, lightly but suggestively, and it had stoked the fire. While Pam was shopping, I'd rushed off and bought the clothes brush. It now lay at the top of her implement pile.

I decided to open my blog and write a new fantasy story about her to scratch my itch. Naturally, I got distracted (and aroused) reading the old posts and stories. Then I made another mistake - I lost track of time, thinking Pam and Helen would probably go for meal or drink after the movie. I left my browser open on the Pam Spanks her Husband blog and went to the bathroom.

I returned to find Pam standing next to my computer. She raised her eyebrows. "I notice the dishes are still in the sink, the lounge room a mess, and yet somehow you've managed to find the time for smutty entertainment. Go wait for me in the bedroom. I'll be there shortly to deal with you. Find the cane too, I'll be needing that."

As ordered, I waited for Pam in our bedroom, nervous and naked. I'd found the cane and naughty stick and left them under her pillow. The rest of her implements were in a drawer of her bedside table. Pam had gone to shower, so I was left to stew... and wonder if she was actually mad. I had wanted this, needed it, but a spanking from Pam is always long and hard, often hard enough to have me in tears. Whether she was mad or not, I'd be sitting uncomfortably tomorrow...

"Excellent," Pam said, entering the room. "My naughty boy is in the corner. Come lie over my lap so I can blister your bottom good and proper.”

*** Epilogue ***

So here I am, sitting on a sore bottom after last night’s spanking from Pam, the first for 2019. She gave the finale with the new brush, one hundred hard ones, and I can see the blisters in the mirror today. Of course, she also used the wooden spoon, ruler paddle, “Obey Your Wife” heavy paddle, and gave me two doses of the cane. I was over her lap for a good twenty minutes and quite tearful by the time Pam finished. 

By the end I was promising to be good, extremely good, but I can’t see that lasting long!

***

Note: the first half of this story is exactly what happened, but instead of being caught with the blog open, I printed out the story and left it for Pam to find when she was getting ready for bed.