Rightful Punishment, Bad WifeI've been a very lazy girl, discouraged in my job and making excuses not to go in. My hubby found out and said he'd teach me the old fashioned way if I kept being so irresponsible. Well, the next week I was home playing hooky and he walked in at noon, having come home from work, sick. I didn't even hear him come in the door because I was ************ in the bedroom! (what am I supposed to do to pass the time?)
Needless to say, he was infuriated. And I can't say I blame him.
I was so scared if his reaction, a huge pit in my stomach, I couldn't even come up with a decent excuse...
He was sick, so he said he'd deal with my lazy, self-satisfying *** later.
I quickly set out to fix dinner, clean the house etc to try to make up for my naughty behavior. He had never punished me before- what was I in for?
He slept most of the day, then summoned me. He told me how dissapointed he was that I would risk my job & paycheck to lay around the house fingering myself. I was so ashamed, because he was right.
He said I must learn to obey, and he was going to practice several forms of wife discipline he had read about. Now.
My heart was racing and I begged for mercy, but he wouldnt hear of it.
He sat on a chair and told me to pull down my panties, lift my skirt, and bend over is knee. I was expecting to be smacked, but he just caressed my butt and told me to put my hands on the floor, my feet came off the ground. Then the smacking started, a good 15 minutes with me squealing and kicking. We were interrupted by the doorbell. He made me go answer, and I tried to act natural and sign for the package. But, my husband came up behind me and informed the postman that he was interrupting my punishment. The postman looked shocked so hubby turned me around and lifted my skirt to show off my smoldering pink cheeks.
Hubby then said he'd give the postman a hefty tip if he would stay and witness phase two of the punishment. Humiliation and pain combined would help straighten me out, he said. He had to cajole the postman to watch, but assured him that it was for my own good, so he agreed to watch.
Hubby dissapeared for a minute, and returned with a coarse paintbrush. Told me to spread my legs and then bend over and put my head between my knees. The postman gave him encouragement at he roughy painted my *** red, then painted the inside of my thighs, but never touched my sweet spot. Despite the pain and humiliation (the front door was still open!) I was dripping hot between my legs and couldn't hold back the moans. He knew he had caught me earlier before I had climaxed, and now he was purposefully torturing me with desire, pain, and shame.
He paid the postman, gave me 7 stripes with his belt, then delivered punishing stokes on my insides with his hardened member.
I'm now typing my story in the dark, afraid ofhow he'll continue my punishment as he promised he would in the morning- once he has his strength back!
How could I have been so foolish? I only hope his loving punishment will cure my bad behavior soon...sob