Bare Bottom Warnings

I know it has been quite a long time since my last post.  First off, I am alive and well.  One comment-er had asked if my silence was because I was spank free or if it was because I was agonizing over a traumatic experience.   Well, the truth is both.  I have not been spanked, but there has been a series of "incidents" that  I have been agonizing over.

If you recall from my past posts I wrote about an incident that happened in "A Shot Across the Bow" where my wife made my strip to my briefs and walk around the house all morning.  Well, apparently she has not forgotten how effective this was so she did it again.  I was preparing to write about that incident when she did it again, and again and again.  In fact she did it several times this month and it has left me scared and confused.  This is a big shift in our relationship and don't know what to make of it.

It started about a month ago shortly after my last post.  We were talking about New Year's resolutions and how most of them fail within the first month.  She then joked, that perhaps she should set a resolution not to spank me in 2015.  Given that we were discussing how most resolutions fail, I took this to mean that I could expect to be spanked in 2015.  She then followed up her thought with the following,

"You know, if I want to keep that resolution in 2015, you need to change your behavior so that I don't have reason to spank you in 2015.  I think for the rest of this year, I am going to set a very low threshold for your punishments, but I don't want to spank you that much.  So instead I will bare your bottom and set you in position so you can think about how close you have come to getting spanked.  We can do this for the rest of the year and come 2015 hopefully you will come to recognize your behavior to the point where you can avoid all spank-able offenses."

I of course did not like the idea at all.  It sounded like I would be having my bottom bared twice a day by her.  Of course, I really did not have the will or assertiveness to resist.  If this was her plan I had no choice but to comply.  And so it came to be.

It was as little as two days latter when I started grumbling over my wife's request to clean out the garage as there were items too close to the cars and she was worried something would get run over or damaged.  It was cold and I had no desire to be out in the garage.  After a quick warning about how my continued attitude could cross the line into a spank-able offense I was order to "bend over the arm of the couch."

I complained that she was being ridiculous, but she just calmly stated I could either take the warning or wait until the situation escalated into a "full fledged spanking."  So I decided to get it over with a lay over the arm of the couch.  She immediately pulled down the sweat pants I was wearing all the way to my ankles then returned to pull my briefs all the way down to my ankles.  She then left the room and I stayed there for over an hour bent over the couch arm not daring to move.  I felt absolutely ridiculous.

Finally she came back in told me to stand up and face her.  I did looking down at my shriveled tiny penis and thinking how stupid I looked.   She did not say anything or do anything.  I think she just wanted to see me looking stupid with my pants and undies at my ankles.  I stayed like that for about 5 minutes before she told me I could pull my pants back up and that was that. Well, I had to go clean the garage out.

A few days later, I complained about taking the garbage out to the curb.  This time, without warning, she pulled my in front of her as she sat down on the couch.  She unbuckled my pants and pulled them down to my ankles, then pulled down my briefs.  She pulled me over her lap and placed her hand on my bottom.  She gently pushed one of her fingers ever so slightly between my butt checks and then sat like that for about a half hour.  I felt violated, even though it was my wife.  The whole time I laid there shivering at the helplessness I felt laying like that across her lap.  She then let me get up, pull my pants up then ordered me to take out the trash.  Of course, I did it immediately this time.

Another day, I was late coming home and when she asked me why I was late, instead of just telling her about the heavy traffic and having to stop and gas up the car I yelled at her.  That one, I felt bad about.  I don't know why I yelled at her.  I was stressed about the traffic but that was not her fault and I should not have yelled at her.  I actually expected a real spanking for that one.  She ordered me up to the guest room and I figured it was going to be the real deal.  I was ordered to strip down to my briefs and I quickly complied, the whole time begging for forgiveness and leniency.   Once down to my undies I was ordered to place myself over three pillows that she stacked in the middle of the bed. So there I was butt high up on the pillows laying down on the bed.  She came up to me and I flinched as I felt her hands on the waistband of my briefs.  She slowly pulled them down and all the way off until I was completely naked over the pillows.  It made me wonder why she didn't just ask me to strip naked.  I guess she enjoys baring my bottom herself.

So I laid there shivering and I heard the belt being retrieved from the closet and I felt my eyes water slightly in anticipation of the belt smacking down on my tender bottom.  I nearly wet the bed when she gently placed the belt across my bottom then walked out of the room.  She left me my like that for an hour before returning, picking up the belt and placing it back in the closet.  She then told me I was free to get up and go downstairs if I wanted to, but that I was not allowed to get dressed.  I asked if I could at least have my briefs and she said, no.  I was to remain naked until the morning.  So deciding I did not want to be down in the living room and kitchen all night naked, I went to the bathroom, took a shower and read in bed until I fell asleep.

Another day, I was driving with my wife and got a little "irate" at another driver.  Well as soon as we got home and took off my jacket she grabbed me, stood me in front of her and began unbuttoning my jeans.  When I protested as to why she was doing this she reminded me of the "road rage" incident.  I complained that me expressing an opinion about my fellow drivers was hardly road rage. Nonetheless, she informed me that I should show more patience and restraint while driving.  So soon my jeans were at my ankles and she started leading my over to a corner of the living room and I hobbled along, pants at my ankles restraining my movement.  I felt so ridiculous.  She pushed me into a corner and as soon as I was in the corner she pulled my briefs all the way down to my ankles and left me there for nearly 2 hours.  She finally called me out of the corner and ordered me over to the couch where she was sitting.  I shuffles over to her, pants and undies still at my ankles and when I got there she gently guided me over her lap.  She placed her hand on my bottom and then spread my cheeks wide.  I shivered as I felt the cool air brush across my exposed bottom hole.  She kept my cheeks spread for a minute or two and I trembled at the exposure.  Eventually she released my cheeks and after a few more minutes of being over her lap she stood me up and told me I could get dressed.

It has been a very confusing month.  So while I have not been spanked, I have been walking around totally on edge never knowing what little slip up can cause my pants and underpants to be pulled down and then be placed in one of several vulnerable positions that she has had me in.  Also, there has been no sex this month at all and while it seems like my wife is baring my bottom and as a consequence, exposing my penis and testicles to her frequently, I have not seen my wife naked or touched her in just about a month.  As a result I am not sure how to think of her anymore.  Oh she is still my wife, but it is clear to me she is denying me access to her body while she is constantly exposing me and humiliating me for the slightest offense.  I almost wish we would go back to the way things were.  Having to deal with the occasional painful and humiliating spanking was bearable when they were few and far between but these frequent "warnings" at the slightest misstep are becoming very stressful.

Now I saved the worst, but not the last incident, as the last one I will discuss.  It was last weekend and Sarah, who I have spoken about often on here, was due to come over to meet my wife and they were planning on going out Christmas shopping.  My wife was asking about some gift ideas for my mother and wanted to know if I wanted her to pick something up for us to give my mother.  Now I don't know why I did what I did.  There has been a lot of stress at work as we try to close out the year, but I know that should have nothing to do with my wife or mother.

Anyway, I actually just replied that "I don't F***ING know what to get my mother!."

As soon as those words left my lips I knew I was wrong and immediately apologized.  My wife replied, "Well, I am glad you realized that there is no call for that kind of response to s simple question.  Especially since I know you have a lot going on and I am trying to help you out by picking something up for us to give your mother."

"I know, I am sorry.  I don't know why I said that."

My wife just shook her head and said, "Well, as you know we are in this strict warning period, so I will not spank you for something you immediately recognize as a mistake, but you know we need to bare that naughty bottom of yours as a warning,

I swallowed hard and began shaking.  I remembered that day that I posted about in 'A Shot Across the Bow' and remembered how freaked out I got standing around in my underpants in the living room thinking she was going to let Sarah see me in my underpants.  Lately, it had been bare bottomed or even completely naked.  I assumed she was going to either make me bend over the couch or stand in the corner with my bare bottom on display until Sarah arrived.  Like the last time I figured she would allow me to run upstairs at the last moment and get dressed.  Instead of pulling my pants down right there in the living-room she ordered me up to the guest room.  I breathed a sigh of relief.

When we got to the guest room it was the same as before.  I was ordered to strip to my underpants and lay over three pillows she stacked in the middle of the bed.  So once again I was butt up over the three pillows.  She then pulled my briefs down, but this time she left them at my ankles.

She then said, "You are to remain like that until I tell you to move.  You are not to turn around or look away from that wall.  If you do, you will be spanked.", she paused for a second and then very sternly asked, "Is that clear?"

I meekly replied yes.  I then heard her walking downstairs.  About an hour later I heard the door bell ring and I heard Sarah come into the house.  About a half hour later after that I heard someone coming up the stairs.  I assumed it to be my wife.  I heard her come into the room but she did not say anything.  I laid there heart pounding in my chest not sure who was behind me.  I felt so helpless and vulnerable.

I quietly asked, "Honey is that you?" but I got no reply.  I was really trembling now.  A horrible thought filled my mind, I thought, Oh my God, its Sarah.  She actually allowed Sarah to come up and see me laid out helpless and exposed like this.  I became aware that the position I was in left my butt cheeks slightly spread and I clenched in reflex at the thought that she was behind me staring at my unprotected bottom.  I also realized that since my undies were at my ankles, not only was she witnessing my bare bottom but the tighty whities clinging helplessly to my ankles.  I know it sounds stupid, but for some reason having them clinging to my ankles like that was worse than if they were taken completely off.

Again I quietly asked, "Honey, is that you?"  Again I received no reply and again I figured that was proof that it was Sarah.  A part of me wanted to turn around and confirm my worst nightmare but I remembered the warning my wife gave me if I was to turn around.  I would be spanked and if I was to be spanked, Sarah would get to see it.  I could not believe my wife would do this to me for such a tiny little slip up, which I immediately apologized for.  As I became overwhelmed with emotion I began to cry.  Soon I was softly sobbing and tears began to stream down my cheeks.

As the tears began to flow freely and I fought to keep my sobs quiet I finally heard a voice behind me, "OK Honey," my wife's voice quietly spoke finally.  I felt a wave of relief spread over my entire body  and I took a deep breath in relief to clear my head and felt the strangest sensation spread out from my bottom hole and shoot out down my legs and across my body.  It was really weird.

She told me her and Sarah were leaving now.  That I was allowed to pull up my underpants and put on a t-shirt, but I was not to put pants back on until she returned.  I was free to move about the house as I desired, but that Sarah would be coming back to the house when they were done.  She turned to leave and I immediately grabbed my underpants and pulled them up and had a t-shirt on before their car had even backed out the driveway.  I quickly went downstairs to get something to eat, but had half an ear on the door and was prepared to run back up the stairs at a moments notice.    I ended up spending most of the day upstairs and when my wife and Sarah finally returned several hours later I was safely upstairs.  My wife came up looked at me in my t-shirt and undies and told me I could get completely dressed and come downstairs if I wanted to.  To tell you the truth.  I did not want to so I just got dressed and stayed upstairs until Sarah left about a half hour later.

There have been 2 other incidents since this one, all similar, but I think by now you get the idea of the hell I have been going through.  Now I will have to see what the new year brings, hopefully it will be a spank free year, but I do not know if these bare bottom warning session will continue or not.  I actually find them worse than the spankings, which hurt more of course, but they were less frequent.  These bare bottom sessions are happening so frequently that they are effecting my thoughts 24 x 7.  This is definitely a significant change in our relationship.  I only hope it end soon.