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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

How long has it been?

I arrived home from work as usual. I am the cook in our home and I started dinner and thought perhaps a little romanic music, low lights, some wine and cheese when the beautiful wife (the boss) got home. So it was all ready and home she came. She was pleasantly surprised and we had a wonderful time to connect after a long day (more for her than me). We were having a good conversation when she asked me how long had it been since I had gotten spanked. Oh, oh! As you know from my blog it had been about two, no, almost three weeks. That one was a serious disciplinary spanking and I felt it for a long while. She reminded me that my memory is short and sometimes I need a reminder more often than two to three weeks and because I sometimes forget who is in charge she sent me upstairs to change into the pink frilly panties that reminds me of my place. So with a tee and pink panties I finished cooking dinner. It was very good I might add, we enjoyed it, even if I was in a pair of panties and no pants. She told me to clean up the kitchen and do my chores and then come upstairs to visit her in the upstairs den. Oh, oh! again! Finished my chores and went right up to the den. She had made a list of a few things to bring to my attention. She had me lie over the arm of the sofa, pull my panties down but not off so that my bare bottom was in place. I got a lecture about behavior and how I need to ask her for guidance so that I remember my place. She had read my friend Ken's post and thought that I need to use the discipline request form that he does. Then I got a spanking. Not real hard. She spanked me with a closed hand fan that she had, just enought to warm my behind. Then I got put to bed and it was not long before she came to bed and I will let you draw your own conclusion to the scene. Now that my friends is good punishment.

Friday, January 7, 2011

The Tale of the Growing Book Pile

Wow! Great a day off, chill out unwind, read a book etc. NOT!

My beautiful wife and I are both voracious readers. We love books. We have a lot of books. We are always getting more books, in fact we are accumulating books at a faster rate than we are reading them, but I digress. We have had a problem in my home with having so many books that we cannot put them anyplace neatly. All our bookshelves were filled to the gills and spilled over to the floor. It started with a pile or two and had since grown. The Mrs. suggested that we buy a few more bookshelves to try and organize our books and our home. Well, I had a great idea to go to the area building supply place and buy bookshelf kits that I would put together myself and put them up on the second floor landing and get all organized and nice. I did just that, I bought three new kits for three great new bookshelves. Yes I did! Last July. The question has been more frequent lately, "when are you going to put those bookshelves together?" and I have answered "Oh I might be able to next week".  She would say "Do you want my help?" I would reply, "No honey, I will get to it." and over the Christmas Holidays we had a few guests, my son who came to visit us mentioned to us, "Oh my God, I feel like I am in a Stephen King novel where the family gets sucked up by all the books." We laughed at the time but I don't think the lady of the house liked that comment. So fast forward to this morning........I had the day off, she had the day breakfast, "Honey, let's put those shelves together today." Husband's reply " Maybe tomorrow honey".  After breakfast, made my way to computer to check emails, etc and the lady of the house went up to our bedroom, called down the stairs, "Honey would you come up here please". Husband's reply " In a minute hon", lady's response " NO NOW".  The very perceptive husband knew that perhaps he should get up there pronto!

Boy, yikes was I properly punished. Pinned firmly over her laps, bottom bared, (You all probably have seen my bottom-I changed the photo to give you all a break) and I received a good hard spanking mostly with the wooden paddle with the holes in it. She did not have much mercy, you would think that as a man in a female led househould where corporal punishment is used, I would have been more aware and paid more attention to the task at hand. I didn't.  Those of us, both my men friends and my woman friends who have our bottoms bared and spanked maybe know the feeling of that wicked sting. Big red cheeks and again that sting. I did have tears in my eyes and was acting like a eight year old boy who just got spanked by his mother.

and folks, yes, I spent the next few hours putting together the bookshelves. They look great, and we are organizing the books. But my bottom is still very sore-this was a whooper spanking and I am not going to be able to sit very comfortably for a while.