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Yesterday I lied to my husband. I had not slept at all the night before and I wasn't sure why. Early that morning I was getting ready for school and he told that he did not want me going that day because I had not slept and he didn't want me to fall asleep while driving. He told me to go lay down and try to get some rest. About 2 hours later, I text him asking permission to go to school and he asked me if I had taken a nap. I lied and told him yes I had because I wanted to go to school, and I just simply was not tired. He said I could go to school and that he would see me tonight.

When he got home around 6 p.m we had dinner and I cleaned up the kitchen while he was watching t.v in the living room. When I finished cleaning I went into the bedroom to change into so pajamas. I walked into the bathroom to wash the make up off of my face. Then I heard the t.v go off and my husband came into our bedroom. When I came out of the bathroom, he was standing beside a chair in the middle of the room. Our "spanking chair" is what we call it. I knew immediately that I was going to be spanked, but for what I wasn't sure. I slowly walked over to him and he took me into a big hug. Shakily, I hugged him back. He told me that he loved me. I told him that I loved him too.
He then told me that I was going to get a spanking. (Like I didn't already know that!) I asked why, and he said, "you did not take a nap today. Yet, you drove to school and put yourself and everyone else in danger." I was starting to tear up at this point. I whispered back, "but I wasn't tired." He then said that he did not care if I was tired or not. He had told me not to drive to school without some sleep first. He then told me, not only was I getting spanked for putting myself and everyone else in danger, but I was also getting spanked for lying to him about taking a nap. He said, "we do not lie in this house and you know it!" Tears started to fall as I knew that I was in for it. He hugged me one more time, and then sat down in the chair. I knew to bend over this lap. Slowly I eased myself across his lap and he raised my t-shirt up in the back and lowered my panties to my ankles. He placed his hand on my now bare bottom and asked me why I was going to be spanked. I told him because I had put me and everyone else in danger by driving without any sleep. Then without saying another word, he started to spank my bottom. Alternating back and forth between cheeks, leaving just enough time for the pain to sink in before the next slap came down. I started wiggling trying to get free, but it was no use. My husband had me held down, and I was not going to be going anywhere until he was done with me. He continued spanking my bottom until each cheek had received 50 spanks. Then he moved down to my sit spot. But he didn't alternate between sides. He spanked good, hard, and fast on one spot 50 times. Then he moved to the other side and repeated the process. After that he moved back to my bottom and spanked each cheek 25 more times.
By this point I was kicking and bucking and begging for him to stop. Tears streaming down my face while I was being punished. Then, when he finally stopped he told me to get up and go get the paddle. I didn't want to earn myself extra spankings so I did as I was told and went and got the paddle.
A hard wooden paddle, about 10 inches long and 5 inches wide.
I went into the bathroom and got that paddle off of the shelf. Took it back to him and assumed my position over his lap. He then told me that now I was going to have my bare bottom paddled for lying to him because we do not lie in our house.
Still crying I placed my hand across my sore bottom and begged him not to. He grabbed my hand with he left hand and placed it on the small of my back holding it there. Then he began to paddle my already sore, and very red bare bottom. The first lick was so painful. Immediately I began kicking and squirming and apologizing for lying to him. Promising to never do it again. But it didn't stop him from paddling my bottom. My husband never talks to me while he spanks me either. he talks before and after, but never during. After 20 strokes with the paddle on my bottom he gave me 10 strokes across my sit pots. Then he put the paddle down and gave each of my thighs 25 swats each with his hand. By this point I was a mess. The kicking had ceased and I had given up on trying to get away. I just laid there and accepted my fate. After he spanked my thighs, he told me to get up and go stand in the corner. I did as I was told. I walked over and stuck my nose in the corner of our bedroom. My panties around my ankles, and I had to hold my shirt up so that my freshly spanked bottom could be seen.
After standing in the corner for 15 minutes, my husband called me over to him. The chair had been put back and he was now laying in the bed watching t.v. I crawled into bed and cuddled up next to him. He pulled me close and held me. He told me that he loved me and that all was forgiven. He told me that he hoped that I would not lie anymore, and I would listen to him. Then he kissed my forehead and played with my hair until I was fast asleep.
deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Sep 26, 2012

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With the hugging you should of got an erotic spanking that would of led to love making