Wait Till I Get You Home.

Well, like I said in my last post, it has been quiet.  Almost too quiet.  I have received no threats, no warning since my last spanking.  In some ways it makes me nervous.  I almost want to ask her out and out, Am I still subject to being spanked?

In some ways, I feel the same way I did when I was 12.  It had been a long time since I had been spanked at that age and I came to the conclusion that I was "too old" to be spanked.  My mother did not threaten to spank me or warn me that I would get a spanking if I did so and so, but alas, one day when I misbehaved (mouthed off to her actually) I quickly found myself pants and briefs down over my mother's knee being spanked just like I was still a little boy.  It happened without warning and suddenly it was like the spankings never really stopped.  Of course I know now that the spanking at 12 was to be my last (well at least from my mother) but all through my teenage years I still felt that I could still be spanked without warning if my behavior so warranted it.  I have no doubts that my mother would have bared my bottom at 14, 15, 16, 17 or even 18 if I acted immature or childish and "earned" a spanking.  I was spared a spanking at those ages not because I was "too old" but simply because I "got it" and grew out of the childish behaviors that earned me those spankings.

That is exactly how I feel now.  I must be behaving right so I am not getting spanked, but I would be a fool to believe that the spankings have ended for good.  I am sure that if I cross the line again, I will find myself bare bottom over my wife's knee being spanked just as if they never stopped.  In some ways, when I find myself being spanked by my wife, it is as if my spankings from childhood never stopped, just a change in who is doing the spanking.

Now since I have no new stories to share with everyone, I promised to share a incident that happened when we were still relatively newly weds.  The actual spanking itself was not particularly memorable, but what makes this blog worthy is the fact that I was told I was going to be spanked long before I was actually spanked.

We were at her parents house for a 4th of July BBQ (I know its not really a BBQ if we are grilling, but that's what we call it anyway)  There were many members of her family there, brothers, uncles, aunts, cousins, as well as some children of various ages.  So while I knew everyone there, they were still relative strangers to me.  Oh sure I was related by marriage to them all, but they were still strangers to me.   Anyway, it happened so long ago I don't remember the details, but I will make them up to make for a more interesting story, but the basic story is true.

As is typical with a gathering like this, people start talking, relaxing and often begin discussing controversial topics like politics.   At some point, I was discussing some topic with one of my wife's cousins and as the conversation became more "spirited" I began to find I was "accidentally" inserting superfluous adjectives and adverbs that many people would find crude and offensive.  I think you know that kinds of words I am talking about, especially the one that start with F.

I meant no offense by it, but of course I now know my wife's family is very restrained in the use of such words and they consider it a mark of an uneducated person and one who lacks respect for others.  The worst part of it was some of the children had heard me using the words.  The real little ones were not paying attention, but some of the older children knew these words and had suffered punishment as a result of using them.  They were not used to hearing these words coming out of the mouths of adults in their family so I was a source of confusion to them.  Was I part of the family or was I one of those rude and inconsiderate adults they have heard about.

Anyway, apparently my mother in law spoke to my wife and my wife came over to me and asked to "see me for a second."  She then explained how she was embarrassed about my language, that her family did not appreciate the use of that language and how I should be especially ashamed of myself talking that way in front of all the children.  She told me how if the children used that language they would be punished for it ,without stating what exactly that punishment would be.  Well, I admit I was embarrassed and realized I should have shown restraint.  Even though I had already been spanked by her at this point, I was still not clued in on cause and effect.  I don't know what I was thinking, she was right about this of course.  I should respect the rules of her family and be respectful of the example her family wanted to set for their children.  I guess I did not want to admit that I screwed up, so I downplayed what I did and started arguing that it was no big deal, they should lighten up, I am sure the kids have heard worse, etc, etc.

That did it, she looked at me and simply said, "I don't believe this!  Well when we get home I am going to pull your pants and briefs down to bare your bottom take you over my knee and spank your naughty backside with my hairbrush."

I was dumbstruck.  Like I said, this was not my first spanking, but she was so precise in her description of what would happen when we got home that the image of her doing it quickly shot thought my mind.  I played the image out in my mind and knew what would happen when we got home.  She quickly walked back to the rest of the family and I never even got the opportunity to protest without being in ear shot of other family members.

The rest of the evening went on without another incident, but I became very quiet and sullen as the rest of the family enjoyed their evening.  Every time I looked over a saw my wife talking with someone I swore she was apologizing for my behavior and promising that I would be dealt with when we returned home.  I felt a tingling in my bottom every time some one looked at me as if they knew what was going to happen to me.  The children would become quiet when they came near me.  It was as if they knew I was going to be spanked.  It was typical of the way a child behaves around a naughty child for fear that they will somehow absorb the punishment from that child.  I am sure it was simply them being quiet around the man who was using all those bad words.  Nonetheless, it made me feel very uncomfortable and self conscious the rest of the night.

At one point during the day I heard a little girl yelp and looked over and saw a little boy perhaps around 8 or 9 had pulled the hair of one of the little girls.  I saw his mother get up and as she started to walk towards his I could see that look on his face that he knew what he did was wrong.  His mother grabbed his arm and walked him to the edge of the yard away from the other kids.  She stood him in front of her and bent over to speak directly to him.  I watched as he looked down at his feet and clutched his hands to his sides and his mother obviously scolded him for what he did. After a few seconds he nodded in acknowledgement of what was said to him and his mother stood up and walked back to her seat.  He slowly walked back behind her and you could clearly see the look of embarrassment on his face.

As I thought about my own pending spanking I could not help but project myself onto that little boy and how he must have felt.  It was like I was feeling now, but then I think I quickly realized that he was probably not going to be spanked for what he did.  These were different times and children are not spanked as often as they used to be.  Now don't get me wrong, I had no desire to have that boy spanked, but it did send a shiver up my spine as the contrast came to me.  Here was clearly a naughty little boy and his mother spoke with him, pointed out his mistake, he was sorry for it and while he remained a little embarrassed at his slip up and scolding ,that was it,  He was done.  He was not going to have to bare his backside, go over his mother's knee of feel the sting of the hairbrush.  As I tossed this thought through my head I was starting to feel really depressed.  I thought about how I was going to be spanked like a little boy, bare bottom, over my wife's knee when I got home and the thought that I was being treated, like a child, kept rolling around in my head.  I felt like a child, but in a way I wasn't because real children were not even punished like that anymore.  I had to sit there feeling like a little boy knowing I had a bare bottom spanking waiting for me when I got home, while all around me, real little boys were just enjoying the BBQ and playing with each other while there was no threat at all to their bottoms, only mine.  It really bothered me and I felt butterflies turn over in my stomach every time I thought about the pending spanking.

Now of course when I was a child spankings were very frequent punishments for little boys.  I have certainly spent more than my fair share of time over my mother's knees.  I also recalled going to a family picnic.  We had an aunt and her house was about two blocks from a rail road track.  I was about 10 and one of my distant cousins was there, he was about 8.  We were playing in the yard and heard the whistle of the freight train in the distance.  I suggested we go down and watch the train go by.  He hesitated while I ran down to the tracks, but he eventually followed me.  We watched as the train rolled past and when the long train had finally passed we walked back to the house.  On the way back, his mother yelled at him, "You know you are not allowed down by those train tracks", grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back to the house leaving me standing there feeling guilty.

I arrived back at the house and went looking for him and as I walked around inside, I heard him crying from upstairs and heard the slaps of what sounded like a belt.  The slapping stopped and eventually the crying slowed down.  I heard a door open and my aunt say to him, "When you are ready you can pull your pants up and come downstairs"  I panicked and ran out of the house into the yard and tried to pretend that I did not hear what i just heard.  The rest of the night I kept expecting my mother to come get me and punish me for leading my cousin astray or perhaps I would be dealt with when we got home.  Neither one of those happened and to this day I still have guilt over the spanking I caused my cousin to get, but I rationalized it as I was never told to stay away from the tracks.  If he was told not to go down there and he went, that was his fault not mine and he got what he deserved.

Anyway, I had the whole rest of the evening to have all kinds of thought and memories like this flowing through my head all night.  We eventually left and when we got home, I was almost immediately told to wait in the living room while my wife retrieved the hairbrush.  The spanking went like most spankings go, pants down, briefs down, over the knee.  Afterwards I was told to go right to bed, so I went to bed by myself and I was asleep before my wife came to bed.  This was not a particularly long or hard spanking and there was nothing memorable about the spanking itself, but the lead up and dreading about it all night caused all kinds of thoughts, images and feelings to surface and that is what made this spanking note worthy.

All Quiet On The Western Front

Well it has been a few weeks since my "controversial" trip to the doctors where I chose to wear boxers instead of my usual briefs.  It was the clear consensus of people who took the time to comment that I should have "manned up" and wore the briefs and was the implied preference of my wife.  Nonetheless, there has been no inquiry or consequences as a result of my decision and it seems that I have survived this latest battle.

I do realize however, that the war is not over.  Although I have not been spanked since the last spanking I wrote about I do still feel the possibility of me being spanked again is very real and unfortunately inevitable.  I do not know when I will slip up again and I am doing my best not to, but deep down I recognize my human weakness and dread the day when I once again find myself over my wife's knees feeling the sting of her hairbrush which remains her favorite implement.  Oh sure I have felt her hand and certainly the belt , but the vast majority of the spankings I have received have been the hairbrush.

Sarah was over the other day and that visit went without any incident or tension at all.  In some ways it has been very strange.  If I were to look at just these last few weeks I could come to the conclusion that I was never spanked and just led a normal healthy marriage.  The only real reminder I get of my situation comes every morning when I get dresses and put on a clean pair of tighty whities when I come out of the shower.  I briefly (pun intended) look at myself in the mirror and am reminded that I am putting them on solely at my wife's demand and that I do not get a choice in underpants.  Other than that reminder there are no threats, warnings or admonishments to "be good or else" and certainly no spanking to speak of.

In some ways, a part of me wants to think that perhaps my wife has simply given up and decided that for what ever reason, she no longer feels that spanking me is necessary or productive.  I would really like to think that is the case.  Of course the rational part of me recognizes that I have gone longer periods of time without a spanking and there is no reason to believe that the spankings have stopped for good.  I guess I have just been a "good little boy" and not provided a valid reason for my wife to spank me.  Like I said before, she does not look for menial excuses to spank me.  I would not say that I felt I deserved every spanking I got, but at least I see cause and effect.

For those who take an interest in reading about my spankings, I apologize for not having anything new to speak of.  Of course I could always write about a past spanking experience, but compared to the ones I already wrote about I don't have one that stands out or has an interesting twist to it like the ones I already wrote about.  Well, maybe there is one more story I should relate.  I did get spanked once after get together with her family shortly after we were married.  The spanking was done if private when we got home, but she informed me that I would be spanked while we were still there.  That led to some awkward feelings before we left and some strange feeling after I was actually spanked.  Perhaps I will share the details of that story in the next few days unless I have the unfortunate opportunity to write about a new incident.