Dear DiaryDear Diary,
So I finally did it, and it will certainly not be the last time. I did not expect it to be quite such a thrill for me. Funny thing is, it was almost as if he wanted me to do it but could not admit it to me or even to himself.
When I told him I was going to spank him he just stood there, giving me his surprised look. I then told him that he shouldn’t look so surprised as I had warned him on number of occasions that I would spank him when he behaved really badly.
I did not appreciate his behaviour when visiting Sue. Her husband is a heavy drinker and invariably Jon tries to match him drink for drink when we go there for a barbeque. Yesterday was not the first time. Jon is not used to drinking and then gets tipsy, and yesterday he pushed me in the swimming pool while I was not really dressed for swimming, seeing that I was wearing rather fancy shoes and a dress not quite intended for the water. I was furious. I had to borrow something from Sue to wear and he thought it was hilarious.
Later of course he apologized profusely, and in the car on the way home I told him that his apology was not enough and that I was going to give him a very hard spanking. This made him giggle and I told him: “Laugh all you want, but tomorrow morning I’m going to give you the hiding of your life.”
He sobered up when we arrived home and we sort of made peace, but I reminded him when we got into bed that I was deadly serious about giving him a spanking this morning. He mumbled something incoherent and I decided that actions would speak louder than words.
I was determined that it was not going to be a picnic for him. I wanted his spanking to be really painful. At the same time I did not want to maim him either! I decided that to make a real impression I would have to take him as close as possible to the limits of his endurance. I was wondering what to use on him and then I remembered the ruler he had in his workshop. It was fashioned out of a dark wood, two feet in length and heavy enough, I was sure, to make the lasting impression I was looking for.
When he was asleep I slipped down to the workshop and fetched the ruler. I placed it in a prominent position on the nightstand and crawled back into bed.
This morning we got out of bed as if there was nothing untoward, and I wasn’t sure if he had seen the ruler on the nightstand and had recognized its purpose. When he out of the shower I was waiting for him the bedroom, ruler in hand. I realized that if I was going to spank him as I intended, I would have to take command of the situation and not let it slip for even a second. I said in a firm voice: “Before you get dressed there’s something we must do first, I told you yesterday that I was going to spank you …. I want you to bend over the bottom of the bed” I was ready to deal with any debate and expected him to try to shrug it off as a joke, but he didn’t. Instead, he dutifully bent over the bed and looked back at me over his shoulder.
It gave me a thrill that he was so compliant yet proud, as he had clearly decided that he was not going to beg me to let him off. This reinforced my intention to spank him very hard indeed, as giving him a mild spanking under these circumstances would be an anti-climax and would be merely insulting to him.
What I also noticed was that he had an erection fit to take on the World, and I realized that at some level he was aroused by what I was about to do. I was determined to spank it out of him, the erection I mean - not the arousal.
I moved behind and continued to talk in the same calm but firm voice: “I’m going to spank you until I decide you’ve had enough, so I don’t know how long this will take…. You will stay in position for as long as I tell you and you’ll do as I say.” He nodded and I could see he was very nervous. I placed my left hand on the small of his back, drew back the ruler and struck hard. He jerked and suppressed a grunt. To my consternation I was enjoying this a lot more than I would have thought. I swear I could feel my ***** getting moist as I started spanking him with the ruler. It was a heady combination of things: the SPLATT!!! of the ruler; his *** cheeks changing colour with every stroke; the way he shook but bravely submitted to me, his grunts, his face a grimace.
When I had given him ten strokes I stood back to admire my handiwork. He did not move but lest he thought his punishment was over I told him “we’re not done yet Baby.” I enjoyed saying that; I had often fantasized about saying that but the reality was far better than the fantasy.
I thought a change of position was called for, so I told him to move up and to kneel on the edge of the bed with his head on a pillow I placed there for him. I then gave him twelve more licks with the ruler, slowly so he could feel every one. He found it more and more difficult to suppress his grunts and I felt exhilaration wash over me.
His bottom was now severely bruised and I was hesitant to give him more, but at the same time I felt more was required to drive the lesson home. I thought about it for a minute and then told him to bend over the bed with one foot on the floor and one on the bed, and I started to smack his inner thigh and upper leg my open palm, first with one leg on the floor and then the other. I smacked him hard and fast and soon he was whimpering. I do believe the skin is very sensitive on the thighs between the legs, and I was getting through to him. No doubt of that. I reckoned however he could take a great deal of this and I only stopped when my hands were really hurting.
As I said above this was the first but definitely not the last time. I will be shopping for a cane and I’ve also been thinking that having him lie face down on the bed will be perfect for a whipping with a leather belt. The possibilities are really endless.
His erection? It was gone after the first few strokes with the ruler, but it came back this afternoon.
(Unless expressly indicated otherwise all my stories are fictional)