You're Suppose To CallI hear the door close, “Dumplin’,” I call, “we need to have a talk.” You know why and you don’t want to “have a talk.” “Hi, I home, all safe and sound,” you call back hoping to avoid a “talk,” then think it would have been better not to mention the “safe and sound” part. I appear behind you as you are taking off your jacket. “Wow babe, that’s good to know.” My sarcasm is not subtle and you start to snap back but catch yourself and decide to try a different tack. You press close to me and stroke my face and beard. “I’ve wanted to get you into bed all day,” you smile. I slide my arms around you planting a long gentle kiss on your mouth. Releasing the kiss I say, “For the last two hours I’ve wanted to get you across my knee for not calling and letting me know you were going to be late.” ---of all of the rules we set out, letting me know when you would be late getting home was in the top 3. I didn’t demand to know where you were of what you were doing but I did want to know that some paramedic wasn’t using the Jaws of Life to pry you out of your car. I enjoy you trying to seduce me out of the spanking you have earned. The touch of your hand through my jeans soon has my **** straining to get out. “I was sitting here worrying about you for 2 hours, do you thing you can con me out of punishing you?” Giving up all hope of trying to seduce me you go to phase 2: the crying and begging. “But I don’t want a spanking! Daddy, don’t spank, I’m sorry, I won’t ever do it again, please don’t spank me, I just forgot, Oh Daddy, I don’t wanta be spanked, you spank to hard, I won’t be able to sit all night, I don’t wanta be spanked.” I take you by the wrist and lead to the bedroom with only token resistance, for if you fight too hard I’ll spank you on the spot and then take you to the bedroom for another spanking. Like a naughty little girl you plead all the way breaking into tears when we get to the bedroom door. “I don’t want be spanked, please just your hand, don’t spank me, don’t make me go to the corner, not hard pleeeese Honey, I am soooo sorry.” Seeing the hairbrush on the bed starts a whole new line of chatter. “Not the hairbrush, not the hairbrush, just your hand, just your hand, I’ll be good and take my spanking but just your hand, please don’t spank me.” I place you squally in the corner. “Do not even think of moving till I call you!”
You’re in the corner to calm down so you will understand why I am spanking you. ---It is a strange dichotomy that while you crave a man who will spank you, while you searched me out for that reason and while you are sexually turned on by submitting, you really hate it when I have to punish you. The begging, the pleading, the tears are all real, not for show. I know that you really are sorry and you really are scared but I also know you would be shattered if I didn’t enforce our rules or if I backed down once I decided you needed to be punished. You have had men who yelled and argue never resolving anything or went cold and silent. I owed it to you to fill your expectations.
After 15 minutes I call you to the side of the bed, “time to get started.” The tears are still in your eyes. “Take off your dress,” You have fine taste in clothes, buy quality and I don’t want them spoiled by the bucking and kicking I know is to come. You stand before me in just a lacey, sheer bra and matching thong. You whisper, “I really am sorry.” I lower your thong and you step out of it. Taking you by the wrist I guide you across my lap. I start with 20 warm up swats to clear your head. “Why are you here?” With a sniffle you answer, “’cause I was broke the rules.” Now firmer swats, “What rule did you break?” “I didn’t let you know I was OK but running late.” A dozen on each check. “Why do you need to call?” “Because you worry.” Two hard smacks…”Why?” “Because you love me and care.” “That’s right, I love you and I care about you.” I reach beside me and take up the hairbrush. “Because you were thoughtless I was worried and paced, now I am going to worry your bottom till you can’t sit tonight and remember this every time you sit tomorrow.” You let out a “NOOOO” just as I start the hairbrush down. You are a crier and a kicker but I can keep you in place and I do till you have stopped struggling and lay there taking your spanking. Once you get to this point I can stop. I let you rest a few seconds and lift you up and set you on my lap causing you to give an “owie.” I hold you, my most treasured possession, till I tell you to go back to the corner for 15 minutes till I come and unhook your bra. “why are you doing tha?” “Well, you said you wanted to get me in bed all day. That wasn’t a fib to get out of being spanked was it?” “Oh NO!” You say with a silly little look, “but I am sooo sore.” “Just goes to teach you not to try to distract me.” “Sweetheart," you say as you nuzzle my holders, "would I do that?”