I Discipline My Husband
From my earlier posts it is clear that my wife knows how to lay on a good paddling and she cannot hide her pride in that....but sometimes she goes too far and needs a reality check.
This was the case a few weeks ago when she gave me a deserved paddling with her trusty hairbrush for some inappropriate comments I made over dinner with some good friends of ours.
At dinner she made her usual veiled threats of my pending fate , including "....boy are you gonna get it when I get you home!"
True to form she really gave my bottom a blistering which I was still nursing badly when our friends stopped by the following day for a coffee.
The wife asked me with a smirk how I was feeling after noticing my obvious discomfort.
My wife just giggled like a schoolgirl and chirped "....he's having a little trouble sitting as you can see....."
She stopped herself , realising she was breaking a cardinal rule but her pride could just not stop her from gloating about the spanking she gave me and she was dying to share the details with our friend.
Thankfully she didn't elaborate after seeing the rueful stare I fired at her.
Nonetheless , after they left I told her she was getting a bit too big for her boots and it was time to bring her down a notch.
Tossing her over my shoulder to show who was the stronger of the two of us I carried her kicking and screaming into the bedroom.
As sitting was an issue for me I bent her over , downed her skinny jeans
( with great difficulty.....how do you gals squeeze into them ?....)
and spanked her bottom until it was crimson.
Let me tell you her bottom stung enough that she was in no mood to wear those jeans for the rest of the day and apologised profusely to me by dropping to her knees and doing something else she is very good at !!
Sometimes the scales just need to be balanced!!!
This was the case a few weeks ago when she gave me a deserved paddling with her trusty hairbrush for some inappropriate comments I made over dinner with some good friends of ours.
At dinner she made her usual veiled threats of my pending fate , including "....boy are you gonna get it when I get you home!"
True to form she really gave my bottom a blistering which I was still nursing badly when our friends stopped by the following day for a coffee.
The wife asked me with a smirk how I was feeling after noticing my obvious discomfort.
My wife just giggled like a schoolgirl and chirped "....he's having a little trouble sitting as you can see....."
She stopped herself , realising she was breaking a cardinal rule but her pride could just not stop her from gloating about the spanking she gave me and she was dying to share the details with our friend.
Thankfully she didn't elaborate after seeing the rueful stare I fired at her.
Nonetheless , after they left I told her she was getting a bit too big for her boots and it was time to bring her down a notch.
Tossing her over my shoulder to show who was the stronger of the two of us I carried her kicking and screaming into the bedroom.
As sitting was an issue for me I bent her over , downed her skinny jeans
( with great difficulty.....how do you gals squeeze into them ?....)
and spanked her bottom until it was crimson.
Let me tell you her bottom stung enough that she was in no mood to wear those jeans for the rest of the day and apologised profusely to me by dropping to her knees and doing something else she is very good at !!
Sometimes the scales just need to be balanced!!!
By:
glenmore
Age:
46-50
,
Male
