Once again, I will start with an apology. No spankings or anal penetrations to report, so sorry for anyone who was hoping for any juicy news.
Now that being said, I know I am going to take a lot of heat for this post as so many people have made it clear that they feel I am being utterly ridiculous about my obsession over my underpants, but I am who I am and I feel the way I feel.
So what happened? In the grand scheme of things, absolutely nothing, but for me, something that left me feeling weird. It was Saturday and I was out and when I came home my wife and Sarah were in the living room chatting. I talked for a few minutes with them exchanging pleasantries, then excused my self as I was planning to take care of some chores outside the house. As I turned to leave I noticed that there was a laundry basket all nice and folded. It was a basket of whites. In other words, underwear, hers as well as mine. I was clearly able to spot my tighty whities in the basket, but that was because I knew they were there.
As I left I became very self conscious of the fact that my tighty whities were sitting in the laundry basket in the same room as Sarah. Did Sarah notice? Was she there when my wife folded them? Did Sarah help fold them?
I know many of you may feel I am being really stupid about this, but I felt a little weird and violated thinking that Sarah might have been handling my briefs. Now when she looks at me I feel she is imagining me in my briefs and laughing silently at me as she wonders why I am not wearing boxers.
Perhaps it is just my imagination. Perhaps my wife is playing mind games with me again. Who knows? Anyway, it left me feeling funny, but just glad I have been able to keep my pants up for the last few weeks. I have been on my behavior so no spankings or other punishments.
If it continues to remain quiet, I might consider taking the time to write about another memorable spanking from my past, but this one goes all the way back to when I was 7 years old, although I remember it like it was yesterday. Not sure if anyone really wants to hear it so I will have to think about it. What made it so memorable? Well it involved me, my mother one of my mother's friends and her 10 year old daughter. No I didn't do anything to or with the daughter, but she was there when something happened to me. Let's just say I was recalling it when I was contemplating the possibility of getting spanked in front of Sarah. I have been thinking about the incident, but have been reluctant to tell it. I will need to think about telling the story. I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, but it may help to understand what events in my life may have led to me being the way I am.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Status Quo
Well, just thought I would write a quick post to let everyone know that after a surprising end and subsequent start to the year, things seem to be settling down.
The week of having my wife wash my bottom, followed by random inspections have stopped. Yes, it was a little embarrassing having to step out of the shower and report to my wife for inspection. It only took a few seconds where she would make me bend over slightly and she would spread my butt cheeks to insure I properly washed "back there" and then I was allowed to get dressed. I felt a little silly but that turned out to not be a big deal.
I have not been sick, so I don't know what would happen if I was. I would have to presume at this point that since we did not come to a consensus on how to resolve the alleged anomaly with my oral temperatures, she would again take my temperature rectally. If and when I get sick again, I guess I will find out.
So far, I have been on my best behavior and have not been spanked, I have not had to serve any bare bottom warnings or other "punishments." It is clear that I am still subject to spankings should my behavior warrant it. I have gone several weeks and even months in the past thinking that my spanking days were finally over only to suddenly find myself back over her knee, pants and briefs down. I would not be so arrogant to assume that my spanking days are over, but there has not been any escalation of frequency or severity. I am unfortunately sure that sooner or later I will slip up, but for now, so far so good.
There has also has not been any sign or indication of any additional humiliations that she plans to subject me to. While I realize this may disappoint some of my readers, I have not been given any enemas, forced to wear panties, diapers, I have not been "taken anal", dildo-ed or had a strap on shoved in to me. While I realize this may disappoint many of my followers, I am sorry, but hope you decide to stick with me anyway. I know there are plenty of blogs out there that cater to these interests as I have looked into them myself wondering if that was where my life was headed. I am happy to report that at this time, that does not appear to be the case.
So slowly, things seem to be returning to normal. Of course, I realize that that normal includes spankings, when warranted, rectal temperatures when sick and probably a resumption of supervised washing and inspections should my wife start to see any more stains on my underpants.
It looks like I have returned to the status quo. At least for now. Again, sorry to disappoint anyone who was hoping I would have something more humiliating to write about. If you at least check in every once and a while I promise to find the courage to write about any new humiliations that I may become subjected to.
Thanks for sticking with me during this crazy roller coaster ride.
The week of having my wife wash my bottom, followed by random inspections have stopped. Yes, it was a little embarrassing having to step out of the shower and report to my wife for inspection. It only took a few seconds where she would make me bend over slightly and she would spread my butt cheeks to insure I properly washed "back there" and then I was allowed to get dressed. I felt a little silly but that turned out to not be a big deal.
I have not been sick, so I don't know what would happen if I was. I would have to presume at this point that since we did not come to a consensus on how to resolve the alleged anomaly with my oral temperatures, she would again take my temperature rectally. If and when I get sick again, I guess I will find out.
So far, I have been on my best behavior and have not been spanked, I have not had to serve any bare bottom warnings or other "punishments." It is clear that I am still subject to spankings should my behavior warrant it. I have gone several weeks and even months in the past thinking that my spanking days were finally over only to suddenly find myself back over her knee, pants and briefs down. I would not be so arrogant to assume that my spanking days are over, but there has not been any escalation of frequency or severity. I am unfortunately sure that sooner or later I will slip up, but for now, so far so good.
There has also has not been any sign or indication of any additional humiliations that she plans to subject me to. While I realize this may disappoint some of my readers, I have not been given any enemas, forced to wear panties, diapers, I have not been "taken anal", dildo-ed or had a strap on shoved in to me. While I realize this may disappoint many of my followers, I am sorry, but hope you decide to stick with me anyway. I know there are plenty of blogs out there that cater to these interests as I have looked into them myself wondering if that was where my life was headed. I am happy to report that at this time, that does not appear to be the case.
So slowly, things seem to be returning to normal. Of course, I realize that that normal includes spankings, when warranted, rectal temperatures when sick and probably a resumption of supervised washing and inspections should my wife start to see any more stains on my underpants.
It looks like I have returned to the status quo. At least for now. Again, sorry to disappoint anyone who was hoping I would have something more humiliating to write about. If you at least check in every once and a while I promise to find the courage to write about any new humiliations that I may become subjected to.
Thanks for sticking with me during this crazy roller coaster ride.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
Skid Marks
Well, we are off to a new year and while so far I have been spank free, the year has not gotten off to a good start. While of course the starting of a new year is an artificial milestone in that one day is the same as the next, we often times give it a lot of significance and use it as an excuse to restart our lives in many ways. It is quite the sight to see how much busier the health clubs and gyms are in January and knowing that come February half of those people will stop coming and life will return to normal. I have the same feeling myself. In some ways, January feels different with respect to how my wife has been spanking me. In someways it feels like the spankings are over and the slate has been wiped clean, but at the same time, she has been treating me differently. Things don't feel quite the same.
I have already written about the nasty virus I got right at the start of the year and how my wife used that as an excuse to take my temperature rectally. That was not the first time she had taken my temperature rectally. In fact, the first time she took it rectally I was suffering from a severe stomach virus and was throwing up violently. When she came to take my temperature rectally I felt a warmth and respect for her because here I was in real bad physical shape. I was this gross pile of humanity and yet my wife was there by my side to take care of me, comfort me and even willing to take my temperature in a manner than exposed her to a sweaty, smelly part of my body. When she did it then I felt a strong affection, and while not quite an erotic experience for me, I did enjoy her taking my temperature that way at that time.
Part of my feelings at the time was because while I know I certainly would have been there to support her, comfort her, clean up any puke that may have missed the bowl, bring her water, cool towels or anything I could have done to make her miserable illness more bearable, the thought of using a rectal thermometer to insure her temperature was not reaching dangerous levels and then being willing to insert a Ibuprofen suppository when it got too high would have never occurred to me and would have repulsed me if I did. I know, bad husband, but excrement does not excite me. Would I have done it if she asked me to? Yes, for better or worse in sickness or in health, I get that, but I would not have thought to do it on my own.
I know many of my readers saw this incident as anal play or a continuing domination of my bottom by my wife. A violation of my backside if you will. At the time, I did not see it that way. It was medically necessary and I loved and respected my wife for her willingness to do it.
So fast forward to my last illness. What was different? Well, for starters, I did not consider what she did as medically necessary. Oh sure she came up with this ridiculous excuse about the oral thermometer not working for me, but it works for her? How convenient. So I have to have my temperature taken in my bottom while she gets to take hers in her mouth. So did I test the thermometer like I said I would in my last post? Well, yes and sure enough it seems to get an accurate reading in warm water. I took the liberty of swirling some 100 degree water around my mouth and then taking my temperature with the oral thermometer and I did get 100 or so degrees. I don't know how she did it, but somehow I remain convinced that my wife tricked me into taking my temperature rectally that day.
This changed the way I felt about the whole thing. When I was throwing up it felt reassuring to have my wife take care of med. Now, I tend to side with the those who felt this was just another way my wife was exerting control over me. It is clear now that that was her intention all along. The first temperature she took was when I was more likely to be receptive to it. Now, she has insisted that is the only way I should take my temperature. Well, now I feel violated. Clearly she has added one more thing to the list of things she subjects me to to make me feel weak and vulnerable to her.
If I had any doubts that she was looking for an excuse to make me feel weak and exposed to her, after I got better I suggested that we purchase one of those ear thermometers if the oral did not work on me. She said she would 'consider' it, but since the rectal worked she saw no reason to spend $30 on a thermometer with questionable accuracy. I thought to myself, 'come on? Questionable accuracy?' Who cares if it is 101.3 or 101.7? We are not looking for absolute precision here, we just need to know if a fever is normal, low, medium or high. So I said, OK, well then perhaps next time we can just take it under my arm. You can use the same thermometer for that. She was a little more open to that idea, but still, the underlying intention was clear. I am sure there would be a reason why the underarm temperature was not acceptable. Hell, if someone were to give us a hospital grade ear thermometer I am sure she would find a reason why that was not acceptable (for me of course, everything is acceptable for her). So in spite of the fact that we live in a time when there are dozens of ways to take someones temperature, apparently the the only way that works for me is the one that requires me to have my pants pulled down and my bottom penetrated.
Now if it was just the temperature taking incident, I would have been suspicious enough, but then there was another incident. I was just finishing up a shower when my wife can into the bathroom. Well, no big deal, we are married after all. Again, normally no issue with her seeing me in the nude. As I stood there drying off she bent down and picked up the pair of briefs that I had discarded on the floor. Now, I am pretty good about picking up my clothes. I usually take my underpants off in the bathroom and will pick them up and place them in the hamper when I am done showering, so that is not where this is going.
I thought nothing of it figuring she was just being helpful. After all, she knows I always pick them up after I shower so I would not have expected her to yell at me for that. She starts speaking in a gentle tone,
"Honey, I hate to embarrass you with this, but I have been meaning to ask you about something."
I look at her puzzled. What does she want to talk about that could not wait until I was dressed?
She holds up my underpants and shows me the stain in them. I don't want to get too gross, but I think you know what I am talking about. I thought to myself 'skid marks?' Not to be too cavalier about it, but I think to myself, So what? Nobody's perfect. I am sure there are marks on her panties. Besides, I thought that was exactly the reason she insisted I wear briefs. She had claimed that they were more hygienic in that they contained these kinds of mishaps better than boxers and were easily bleached. I wasn't sure what her concern was.
I looked at her confused and all I could say was "What?"
"Well, I don't want to embarrass you, but these are the brand new ones I got for Christmas. I mean I understand that sometimes things happen, but for you it looks like you never wipe properly and I am not so sure you even wash back there properly."
I was hurt. I was so tempted to go to the hamper and start pulling out all her panties. I mean I help with the laundry and no offense ladies, but lets face it, you are always leaking and oozing something from your three holes that it is impossible for your panties not to get stained. That is the reason we wear underpants is it not? To deal with the faults of the human body and keep our clothes clean. I was about to start to argue with her but she beat me to the punch.
"I know this embarrasses you but I don't think you are washing properly." She picks up a washcloth rinses it under some water from the sink, wrings it out and hands it to me. "Here, wipe your bottom with this for me."
I stared at her in disbelief. What was this all about. But I figured it was best just to get it over with so I ran the warm cloth through my butt cheek and much to my disgust and surprise it came out streaked with brown. I must admit I myself was a bit appalled. I never would have thought my bottom could have still been soiled like that after I just got out of the shower.
She spoke again, "Not only did I notice your underpants, but I have seen stains like that on the towel. You must dry your bottom with it when you come out of the shower."
I was so mortified for being called out on this lapse in my hygiene. I truly did not realize it. I did not know what to say. Now if this was simply a wife discussing an honest, even if a difficult, topic with her husband, that would have been the end of it. I would have accepted her criticism for what it was, the pointing out of something I needed to be made aware of so that I could fix it, but it did not end there.
She told me to get back into the shower, which I did. She rinsed out the washcloth under the shower head, soaped up the washcloth then ordered me to turn around.
I realized she intended to wash me herself and felt a little bit embarrassed about it so I said, "I can do this myself."
She snapped back firmly, "obviously you can't do this yourself that is why I we had to have this discussion, now turn around."
All of a sudden I became very self conscious of the fact that I was naked in the shower, my wife fully clothed and I was being ordered to turn around so she could wash my bottom. I felt so ridiculous. So humiliated. I squeaked back, "I can do it. I just did not realize it before. Now that you brought it to me attention I will be more careful."
"Turn around!", she replied very firmly. She was not yelling, but she said it forcefully enough that I immediately turned around in fear. It was that same forcefulness I have seen in her when she is ordering me to drop my pants or bend over for a spanking.
I felt her spread my cheeks wide and felt the soapy washcloth work its way deep between my cheeks. She scrubbed it well from the base of my spine all the way to my scrotum. I felt so helpless and ashamed that my wife had to wash out my bottom like I was a baby or an invalid. She stopped with the washcloth then pushed and pulled me into position under the shower to make sure I was well rinsed off. She parted my cheeks to help get the water to reach all the spot it needed to reach. After a few minutes she shut the water off and told me I could dry up and get dressed.
She left the bathroom and I humbly dried off and got dressed. I came out of the bathroom to find her sitting on the bed. She looked at me and simply said, "For the next few days, I will be supervising your shower to make sure you are washing yourself properly. I am sorry I have to do this, but it is clear you either never learned to properly keep yourself clean or you learned, but then failed to keep up with it. Either way, I want your hygiene to improve, so I will be washing you myself for the next day or two. After that I will be supervising you to make sure you are doing it properly. After that, I will perform spot inspections to make sure you have not lapsed. I hope we can develop better habits in you."
I just did not know how to feel about this. Once again she found what appeared to be a perfectly legitimate reason to expose my bottom to her. I mean we have been married for several years and all of a sudden she decides that I have not been practicing good hygiene? So even if it was true and she finally had enough of it, why not just tell me the difficult truth and ask me to be more aware of my poor habits and work to improve them.
She then stood up again and went to dresser and picked up a box I did not notice before. It was a box of wet wipes. She then said, "Keep these in the bathroom. After you have wiped yourself use one of these to make sure you are really clean down there."
My heart began beating faster as I had assumed she intended to also supervise my wiping but she continued, "I really don't want to have to wipe your bottom for you so I am going to trust you to do this yourself. I will be keeping an eye on your underpants in the laundry to see if the problem continues."
Well, at least she has her limits. But here we are again. Another excuse to keep my bottom exposed. And while it is a minor thing, now she has made me self conscious that she will be inspecting my underpants. So I am in constant awareness of my backside and her control of it. This is what many of my readers had warned me about.
So far, everything has been gentle and on the pretense of taking care of me. There has been an excuse as to why she has to do what she is doing. My heart pounds as I think of some of the warnings that I had received in my comments. I am not sure where this is going but for now I will wait and see.
Emotionally I have been feeling very strange. In the past, the spankings were few and far between with a normal life in between. Oh sure there have times when I was spanked within days of each other or had to stay in the guest room for a day or two, but even that was short lived. Now here it has been over a month and my pants have been coming day every day or two, my temperature was taken rectally for a few days and now my wife is washing my butt like I was a 2 year old. The attention my backside has been getting from her has been nearly constant and constant enough that it has been preoccupying my thoughts. I am living in a constant state of awareness of my backside and on edge waiting for the next reason my wife will use to bare my bottom. All this without a single spanking in over 8 weeks.
In my comments someone asked if my wife and I have been having sex. The answer has been no and not entirely by her decision. Since all this has been happening I have found it difficult to get aroused around my wife. I have been experiencing these feelings of inadequacy and inferiority that have not left me "in the mood." After one session of bare bottom time I went to the bathroom and was actually embarrassed by my own pathetic penis all shriveled up from the shame of being constantly exposed to my wife. I know this turns on a lot of my readers, but I always enjoyed a feeling of equality in love making with my wife. Now forget about love making, I don't feel a sense of equality with my wife in anything anymore. The whole time she has been baring my bottom, taking my temperature, etc., I have not seen her undressed or even in her underwear at all.
Yes so far 2015 has been off to a very emotionally draining start. I know there is a lot of speculation from my readers as to where this is heading, but for now. I think I am just going to wait and see and hope this ends soon and things get back to "normal" even if that means the occasional spanking.
I have already written about the nasty virus I got right at the start of the year and how my wife used that as an excuse to take my temperature rectally. That was not the first time she had taken my temperature rectally. In fact, the first time she took it rectally I was suffering from a severe stomach virus and was throwing up violently. When she came to take my temperature rectally I felt a warmth and respect for her because here I was in real bad physical shape. I was this gross pile of humanity and yet my wife was there by my side to take care of me, comfort me and even willing to take my temperature in a manner than exposed her to a sweaty, smelly part of my body. When she did it then I felt a strong affection, and while not quite an erotic experience for me, I did enjoy her taking my temperature that way at that time.
Part of my feelings at the time was because while I know I certainly would have been there to support her, comfort her, clean up any puke that may have missed the bowl, bring her water, cool towels or anything I could have done to make her miserable illness more bearable, the thought of using a rectal thermometer to insure her temperature was not reaching dangerous levels and then being willing to insert a Ibuprofen suppository when it got too high would have never occurred to me and would have repulsed me if I did. I know, bad husband, but excrement does not excite me. Would I have done it if she asked me to? Yes, for better or worse in sickness or in health, I get that, but I would not have thought to do it on my own.
I know many of my readers saw this incident as anal play or a continuing domination of my bottom by my wife. A violation of my backside if you will. At the time, I did not see it that way. It was medically necessary and I loved and respected my wife for her willingness to do it.
So fast forward to my last illness. What was different? Well, for starters, I did not consider what she did as medically necessary. Oh sure she came up with this ridiculous excuse about the oral thermometer not working for me, but it works for her? How convenient. So I have to have my temperature taken in my bottom while she gets to take hers in her mouth. So did I test the thermometer like I said I would in my last post? Well, yes and sure enough it seems to get an accurate reading in warm water. I took the liberty of swirling some 100 degree water around my mouth and then taking my temperature with the oral thermometer and I did get 100 or so degrees. I don't know how she did it, but somehow I remain convinced that my wife tricked me into taking my temperature rectally that day.
This changed the way I felt about the whole thing. When I was throwing up it felt reassuring to have my wife take care of med. Now, I tend to side with the those who felt this was just another way my wife was exerting control over me. It is clear now that that was her intention all along. The first temperature she took was when I was more likely to be receptive to it. Now, she has insisted that is the only way I should take my temperature. Well, now I feel violated. Clearly she has added one more thing to the list of things she subjects me to to make me feel weak and vulnerable to her.
If I had any doubts that she was looking for an excuse to make me feel weak and exposed to her, after I got better I suggested that we purchase one of those ear thermometers if the oral did not work on me. She said she would 'consider' it, but since the rectal worked she saw no reason to spend $30 on a thermometer with questionable accuracy. I thought to myself, 'come on? Questionable accuracy?' Who cares if it is 101.3 or 101.7? We are not looking for absolute precision here, we just need to know if a fever is normal, low, medium or high. So I said, OK, well then perhaps next time we can just take it under my arm. You can use the same thermometer for that. She was a little more open to that idea, but still, the underlying intention was clear. I am sure there would be a reason why the underarm temperature was not acceptable. Hell, if someone were to give us a hospital grade ear thermometer I am sure she would find a reason why that was not acceptable (for me of course, everything is acceptable for her). So in spite of the fact that we live in a time when there are dozens of ways to take someones temperature, apparently the the only way that works for me is the one that requires me to have my pants pulled down and my bottom penetrated.
Now if it was just the temperature taking incident, I would have been suspicious enough, but then there was another incident. I was just finishing up a shower when my wife can into the bathroom. Well, no big deal, we are married after all. Again, normally no issue with her seeing me in the nude. As I stood there drying off she bent down and picked up the pair of briefs that I had discarded on the floor. Now, I am pretty good about picking up my clothes. I usually take my underpants off in the bathroom and will pick them up and place them in the hamper when I am done showering, so that is not where this is going.
I thought nothing of it figuring she was just being helpful. After all, she knows I always pick them up after I shower so I would not have expected her to yell at me for that. She starts speaking in a gentle tone,
"Honey, I hate to embarrass you with this, but I have been meaning to ask you about something."
I look at her puzzled. What does she want to talk about that could not wait until I was dressed?
She holds up my underpants and shows me the stain in them. I don't want to get too gross, but I think you know what I am talking about. I thought to myself 'skid marks?' Not to be too cavalier about it, but I think to myself, So what? Nobody's perfect. I am sure there are marks on her panties. Besides, I thought that was exactly the reason she insisted I wear briefs. She had claimed that they were more hygienic in that they contained these kinds of mishaps better than boxers and were easily bleached. I wasn't sure what her concern was.
I looked at her confused and all I could say was "What?"
"Well, I don't want to embarrass you, but these are the brand new ones I got for Christmas. I mean I understand that sometimes things happen, but for you it looks like you never wipe properly and I am not so sure you even wash back there properly."
I was hurt. I was so tempted to go to the hamper and start pulling out all her panties. I mean I help with the laundry and no offense ladies, but lets face it, you are always leaking and oozing something from your three holes that it is impossible for your panties not to get stained. That is the reason we wear underpants is it not? To deal with the faults of the human body and keep our clothes clean. I was about to start to argue with her but she beat me to the punch.
"I know this embarrasses you but I don't think you are washing properly." She picks up a washcloth rinses it under some water from the sink, wrings it out and hands it to me. "Here, wipe your bottom with this for me."
I stared at her in disbelief. What was this all about. But I figured it was best just to get it over with so I ran the warm cloth through my butt cheek and much to my disgust and surprise it came out streaked with brown. I must admit I myself was a bit appalled. I never would have thought my bottom could have still been soiled like that after I just got out of the shower.
She spoke again, "Not only did I notice your underpants, but I have seen stains like that on the towel. You must dry your bottom with it when you come out of the shower."
I was so mortified for being called out on this lapse in my hygiene. I truly did not realize it. I did not know what to say. Now if this was simply a wife discussing an honest, even if a difficult, topic with her husband, that would have been the end of it. I would have accepted her criticism for what it was, the pointing out of something I needed to be made aware of so that I could fix it, but it did not end there.
She told me to get back into the shower, which I did. She rinsed out the washcloth under the shower head, soaped up the washcloth then ordered me to turn around.
I realized she intended to wash me herself and felt a little bit embarrassed about it so I said, "I can do this myself."
She snapped back firmly, "obviously you can't do this yourself that is why I we had to have this discussion, now turn around."
All of a sudden I became very self conscious of the fact that I was naked in the shower, my wife fully clothed and I was being ordered to turn around so she could wash my bottom. I felt so ridiculous. So humiliated. I squeaked back, "I can do it. I just did not realize it before. Now that you brought it to me attention I will be more careful."
"Turn around!", she replied very firmly. She was not yelling, but she said it forcefully enough that I immediately turned around in fear. It was that same forcefulness I have seen in her when she is ordering me to drop my pants or bend over for a spanking.
I felt her spread my cheeks wide and felt the soapy washcloth work its way deep between my cheeks. She scrubbed it well from the base of my spine all the way to my scrotum. I felt so helpless and ashamed that my wife had to wash out my bottom like I was a baby or an invalid. She stopped with the washcloth then pushed and pulled me into position under the shower to make sure I was well rinsed off. She parted my cheeks to help get the water to reach all the spot it needed to reach. After a few minutes she shut the water off and told me I could dry up and get dressed.
She left the bathroom and I humbly dried off and got dressed. I came out of the bathroom to find her sitting on the bed. She looked at me and simply said, "For the next few days, I will be supervising your shower to make sure you are washing yourself properly. I am sorry I have to do this, but it is clear you either never learned to properly keep yourself clean or you learned, but then failed to keep up with it. Either way, I want your hygiene to improve, so I will be washing you myself for the next day or two. After that I will be supervising you to make sure you are doing it properly. After that, I will perform spot inspections to make sure you have not lapsed. I hope we can develop better habits in you."
I just did not know how to feel about this. Once again she found what appeared to be a perfectly legitimate reason to expose my bottom to her. I mean we have been married for several years and all of a sudden she decides that I have not been practicing good hygiene? So even if it was true and she finally had enough of it, why not just tell me the difficult truth and ask me to be more aware of my poor habits and work to improve them.
She then stood up again and went to dresser and picked up a box I did not notice before. It was a box of wet wipes. She then said, "Keep these in the bathroom. After you have wiped yourself use one of these to make sure you are really clean down there."
My heart began beating faster as I had assumed she intended to also supervise my wiping but she continued, "I really don't want to have to wipe your bottom for you so I am going to trust you to do this yourself. I will be keeping an eye on your underpants in the laundry to see if the problem continues."
Well, at least she has her limits. But here we are again. Another excuse to keep my bottom exposed. And while it is a minor thing, now she has made me self conscious that she will be inspecting my underpants. So I am in constant awareness of my backside and her control of it. This is what many of my readers had warned me about.
So far, everything has been gentle and on the pretense of taking care of me. There has been an excuse as to why she has to do what she is doing. My heart pounds as I think of some of the warnings that I had received in my comments. I am not sure where this is going but for now I will wait and see.
Emotionally I have been feeling very strange. In the past, the spankings were few and far between with a normal life in between. Oh sure there have times when I was spanked within days of each other or had to stay in the guest room for a day or two, but even that was short lived. Now here it has been over a month and my pants have been coming day every day or two, my temperature was taken rectally for a few days and now my wife is washing my butt like I was a 2 year old. The attention my backside has been getting from her has been nearly constant and constant enough that it has been preoccupying my thoughts. I am living in a constant state of awareness of my backside and on edge waiting for the next reason my wife will use to bare my bottom. All this without a single spanking in over 8 weeks.
In my comments someone asked if my wife and I have been having sex. The answer has been no and not entirely by her decision. Since all this has been happening I have found it difficult to get aroused around my wife. I have been experiencing these feelings of inadequacy and inferiority that have not left me "in the mood." After one session of bare bottom time I went to the bathroom and was actually embarrassed by my own pathetic penis all shriveled up from the shame of being constantly exposed to my wife. I know this turns on a lot of my readers, but I always enjoyed a feeling of equality in love making with my wife. Now forget about love making, I don't feel a sense of equality with my wife in anything anymore. The whole time she has been baring my bottom, taking my temperature, etc., I have not seen her undressed or even in her underwear at all.
Yes so far 2015 has been off to a very emotionally draining start. I know there is a lot of speculation from my readers as to where this is heading, but for now. I think I am just going to wait and see and hope this ends soon and things get back to "normal" even if that means the occasional spanking.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Roll Over
Well, I guess with all the running around, late nights and other activities that go with the holidays I ended up coming down with a rather nasty virus. I woke up on the Friday after New Years with a sore throat, aches, chills and that nasty can't stay awake felling. After a while I went back up to bed. Later my wife came in with a pitcher of water and told me it was important for me to drink a lot to stay hydrated. She felt my head and told me I felt really hot and she was going to take my temperature. She then went into the bathroom where we keep the thermometers.
To my surprise she came back with the rectal thermometer and a jar of Vaseline instead of the oral thermometer. Now if you recall from earlier posts, there was a time awhile back when I had a stomach virus and was throwing up and she took my temperature rectally. I actually found that time to be a good feeling, but given how our December went, I was very protective of my bottom and did not enjoy the constant attention my backside was getting from her and was in no mood to have my temperature taken that way so I spoke up.
"Honey, I don't need my temperature taken that way. I am not throwing up. Go back and get the oral thermometer."
She simply dismissed my request and said, "I think it would be better if I take it this way." She then pulled back the sheets and blankets and asked me to "roll over onto your stomach."
Again, I was in no mood and replied, "You are not going to take my temperature that way. I will go get the oral thermometer." and started to get out of bed.
She gently guided me back down onto the bed and softly began, "look honey, its no big deal and I will be gentle but I really think it would be better if I take your temperature this way, so roll over and relax."
Now I was starting to get a little annoyed. Here I was sick as a dog and she just can't let it go and wants another excuse to pull my pants down and dominate my bottom. I stared at the thermometer and the jar of Vaseline on the end table with a strange tingling from the thought that she wanted to violate me with it. I was not having it.
I sat up in bed and looked her straight in the eye and as assertive as I could I said, "Look I am not a little boy. I am not having my temperature taken that way. I am sick and in no mood for your games. If you don't want to get me the oral thermometer than just leave me alone and let me sleep." I started to cough from the speech I had just given.
My wife placed her hand on my forehead and then on my back and declared, "You are really warm. I really want to take your temperature and I am sorry you feel the way you do about the rectal thermometer, but honey, for some reason, you never seem to get an accurate reading from the oral one."
I looked at her confused and asked "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I couldn't help but notice that every-time you take your temperature orally it come sup around 97 degrees. That can't be right."
"Well, you know normal doesn't have to be exactly 98.6 you know,"
"Yes, I know that, but the day you had the stomach virus. You felt really warm to me and when you took your temperature it was 97.5. An hour later when you were throwing up and let me take it rectally it was almost 102."
"So what?" I said, "it probably was just higher then. Besides, you took my temperature orally after I stopped throwing up and said it was 100."
She looked down slightly and replied, "Actually it was only 98. I just said it was 100 because you still felt warm to me. I suspected if I took it rectally again it would have been 100, I just didn't want to subject you to another rectal temperature. I figured you were getting better and that was all that mattered."
To tell you the truth, I did not believe her. "You are such a liar.", I accused her.
She looked at me with concern and said, "Look, you are clearly running a fever. If I take your temperature orally and it come up less than 99 will you let me take it rectally?"
I looked back at her and feeling the way I felt, she was right. There was no way I was not running a fever. I had not yet drank any of the water she brought up so as I swirled warm saliva around my mouth I figured she had a deal. She went and got the oral thermometer and I heard her washing it and then she came and as she placed it in my mouth she warned me to make sure it was under my tongue and that I kept my mouth closed if we were to get an accurate reading. Now I did my best to keep it under my tongue but I was having trouble breathing through my nose with the congestion and I was coughing a bit, but still, I did not see any reason why we would not get an accurate reading. After about 30 seconds, the thermometer beeped, she took it out and immediately showed it to me. It was reading 98.3.
I stared at it in disbelief. There is no way that the thermometer can be off that much just because of me. Perhaps the thermometer was broken. It could not be my mouth that did not work.
She replied, "I take my temperature with this all the time. When I have a fever I get a reading and my normal seems to be closer to 98,6. Your normal is 97 and when I see 98 or 99 for you your actual temperature is probably much higher."
I still sat there shocked in disbelief. "I don't care," I pouted, "I don't want my temperature taken that way. This must be some trick of your because you just want to pull my pants down and stick that thing in me."
I mean think about it. This had to be a scheme on her part. What would be the odds of having a wife who just finished a month of using every excuse to bare her husband's bottom all of a sudden have a husband who has a freaky mouth that oral thermometers don't work on? It was clearly a trick on her part. I figured she probably brought the water up figuring I would drink it before she took my temperature and not realize I did so that my temperature would be low. But I did not drink the water. Perhaps my temperature really wasn't that high. I mean if she took it rectally and got 100 she would be like, 'see I told you', but rectal runs about a degree higher anyway.
She replied, "Look, I am worried. You look pretty sick. It is dangerous for adults to let their fevers get too high. I just don't think I get an accurate reading from the oral thermometer. You told me if we got a reading of less than 99 you would let me take it rectally. I know you are embarrassed from all the bare bottom warnings you got last month and associate this with punishment but come on. Given all the times I pulled your pants down, what is the big deal with this?"
She was clearly playing a psychological game with me and she was wining. My eyes started to water up and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "I don't want to be treated like a little boy anymore." I practically cried. I was angry with myself. I was being assertive and standing my ground but she once again broke me and had me begging her to leave my bottom alone, only this time it was from the thermometer and not the hairbrush or belt. "Please honey, I don't want my temperature taken that way,"
She just looked at me and said, "We had a deal. If the oral reported 99 or less you were going to let me take it rectally. If the rectal come back less than 100 I promise never to take your rectal temperature again."
I replied back, "Well rectal usually runs about a degree higher."
"Yes," she replied, "we got 98.3 orally. So if we get over 100 rectally that is more than a degree and a half higher. I am not trying to embarrass you. I just think there is an issue with you and oral temperatures that's all."
I still did not believe her but I suppose I did make this deal with her. God help her if I find out she has a trick thermometer or something. I reluctantly roll over onto my stomach and without any further discussion she pulls my sweatpants and underpants down to my knees. I watch as she turns the thermometer on dips it into the Vaseline and then gently spreads my cheeks. I feel a slight chill as the cold air hits my backside and flinch as I feel the slippery tip of the thermometer touch my butt hole. I take a deep breath as she gently inserts the thermometer. I can't believe she manipulated me into this. I hated her for this.
I laid there sulking, her hand resting on my backside gently holding the thermometer. After a few seconds the thermometer beeps and she immediately pulls it out and shows it to me before she even looks at it herself. I stare in horror at the greasy probe slightly brown tinged and think about where it had just come from as I feel the slight slipperiness between my cheeks confirming the recent violation of my bottom by the thermometer. As if that was not horrible enough, there on the display was a whopping 101.2 temperature being displayed. I could not believe it. There had to be something wrong with that oral thermometer. There had to be.
"Well?", she asked seeing the look of surprise on my face.
"It's 101.2." I reply softly.
My wife looks at it herself then takes a tissue to wipe off the grease. "I am so sorry honey," she starts in a soft and consoling voice. "I don't know why but I get the impression oral thermometers just don't get accurate temperatures on you."
"Well, that thermometer must be defective. You tricked me to get my pants down again."
"Honey, after last month, do you think I need to trick you to get your pants down? If I wanted your pants down I would simply pull them down. Look, when you are feeling better you can experiment with this thermometer. You can run some hot tap water and compare reading between this thermometer and the kitchen thermometer. In fact I already did this when I was wondering why your oral reading was way off. I can buy another thermometer, but I just think there is an issue with you and oral temperatures."
Now the whole time she was lecturing I was still laying there with my pants and underpants around my knees. I felt so stupid. I should have pulled them up the second the thermometer came out but I laid there waiting for permission to get dressed and it was not quick in coming.
I know strange things can happen but come on, she spends the month of December pulling my pants down at the drop of a hat with the promise that it was to decrease the amount of spankings I get in 2015 and here we are, not even 2 days into the new year and she found a non-spanking excuse to get my pants down and shove a thermometer up my bottom. Oh don't worry I will be checking that thermometer out when I get better. There is no way my mouth is defective.
Anyway, after a while she tells me she is going to get some Advil to help lower my temperature. When she leaves I take the opportunity to finally pull my pants up. She comes in gives me the medicine, kisses me on the head, tells me to drink plenty of liquids and get some rest. After a while I finally close my eyes and get some sleep.
The whole time I was sick she took my temperature both orally and rectally and recorded the results. Every time, the oral reading was way off. The oral never got above 99 and never got below 97 no matter what my rectal temperature was, which was as high as 101.8 at one point and as low as 98.1 when I was eventually over this completely. I have yet to test the oral thermometer on a glass of water of know temperature but there is no way that thermometer is not broken. I am sure my wife knew that and planned this whole thing out as an excuse to keep my pants at my knees as much as possible.
Now that I am back to normal, I am sure she will soon come up with another reason to bare my bottom. Only time will tell, but now I am on edge wondering when and where that will be.
To my surprise she came back with the rectal thermometer and a jar of Vaseline instead of the oral thermometer. Now if you recall from earlier posts, there was a time awhile back when I had a stomach virus and was throwing up and she took my temperature rectally. I actually found that time to be a good feeling, but given how our December went, I was very protective of my bottom and did not enjoy the constant attention my backside was getting from her and was in no mood to have my temperature taken that way so I spoke up.
"Honey, I don't need my temperature taken that way. I am not throwing up. Go back and get the oral thermometer."
She simply dismissed my request and said, "I think it would be better if I take it this way." She then pulled back the sheets and blankets and asked me to "roll over onto your stomach."
Again, I was in no mood and replied, "You are not going to take my temperature that way. I will go get the oral thermometer." and started to get out of bed.
She gently guided me back down onto the bed and softly began, "look honey, its no big deal and I will be gentle but I really think it would be better if I take your temperature this way, so roll over and relax."
Now I was starting to get a little annoyed. Here I was sick as a dog and she just can't let it go and wants another excuse to pull my pants down and dominate my bottom. I stared at the thermometer and the jar of Vaseline on the end table with a strange tingling from the thought that she wanted to violate me with it. I was not having it.
I sat up in bed and looked her straight in the eye and as assertive as I could I said, "Look I am not a little boy. I am not having my temperature taken that way. I am sick and in no mood for your games. If you don't want to get me the oral thermometer than just leave me alone and let me sleep." I started to cough from the speech I had just given.
My wife placed her hand on my forehead and then on my back and declared, "You are really warm. I really want to take your temperature and I am sorry you feel the way you do about the rectal thermometer, but honey, for some reason, you never seem to get an accurate reading from the oral one."
I looked at her confused and asked "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I couldn't help but notice that every-time you take your temperature orally it come sup around 97 degrees. That can't be right."
"Well, you know normal doesn't have to be exactly 98.6 you know,"
"Yes, I know that, but the day you had the stomach virus. You felt really warm to me and when you took your temperature it was 97.5. An hour later when you were throwing up and let me take it rectally it was almost 102."
"So what?" I said, "it probably was just higher then. Besides, you took my temperature orally after I stopped throwing up and said it was 100."
She looked down slightly and replied, "Actually it was only 98. I just said it was 100 because you still felt warm to me. I suspected if I took it rectally again it would have been 100, I just didn't want to subject you to another rectal temperature. I figured you were getting better and that was all that mattered."
To tell you the truth, I did not believe her. "You are such a liar.", I accused her.
She looked at me with concern and said, "Look, you are clearly running a fever. If I take your temperature orally and it come up less than 99 will you let me take it rectally?"
I looked back at her and feeling the way I felt, she was right. There was no way I was not running a fever. I had not yet drank any of the water she brought up so as I swirled warm saliva around my mouth I figured she had a deal. She went and got the oral thermometer and I heard her washing it and then she came and as she placed it in my mouth she warned me to make sure it was under my tongue and that I kept my mouth closed if we were to get an accurate reading. Now I did my best to keep it under my tongue but I was having trouble breathing through my nose with the congestion and I was coughing a bit, but still, I did not see any reason why we would not get an accurate reading. After about 30 seconds, the thermometer beeped, she took it out and immediately showed it to me. It was reading 98.3.
I stared at it in disbelief. There is no way that the thermometer can be off that much just because of me. Perhaps the thermometer was broken. It could not be my mouth that did not work.
She replied, "I take my temperature with this all the time. When I have a fever I get a reading and my normal seems to be closer to 98,6. Your normal is 97 and when I see 98 or 99 for you your actual temperature is probably much higher."
I still sat there shocked in disbelief. "I don't care," I pouted, "I don't want my temperature taken that way. This must be some trick of your because you just want to pull my pants down and stick that thing in me."
I mean think about it. This had to be a scheme on her part. What would be the odds of having a wife who just finished a month of using every excuse to bare her husband's bottom all of a sudden have a husband who has a freaky mouth that oral thermometers don't work on? It was clearly a trick on her part. I figured she probably brought the water up figuring I would drink it before she took my temperature and not realize I did so that my temperature would be low. But I did not drink the water. Perhaps my temperature really wasn't that high. I mean if she took it rectally and got 100 she would be like, 'see I told you', but rectal runs about a degree higher anyway.
She replied, "Look, I am worried. You look pretty sick. It is dangerous for adults to let their fevers get too high. I just don't think I get an accurate reading from the oral thermometer. You told me if we got a reading of less than 99 you would let me take it rectally. I know you are embarrassed from all the bare bottom warnings you got last month and associate this with punishment but come on. Given all the times I pulled your pants down, what is the big deal with this?"
She was clearly playing a psychological game with me and she was wining. My eyes started to water up and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. "I don't want to be treated like a little boy anymore." I practically cried. I was angry with myself. I was being assertive and standing my ground but she once again broke me and had me begging her to leave my bottom alone, only this time it was from the thermometer and not the hairbrush or belt. "Please honey, I don't want my temperature taken that way,"
She just looked at me and said, "We had a deal. If the oral reported 99 or less you were going to let me take it rectally. If the rectal come back less than 100 I promise never to take your rectal temperature again."
I replied back, "Well rectal usually runs about a degree higher."
"Yes," she replied, "we got 98.3 orally. So if we get over 100 rectally that is more than a degree and a half higher. I am not trying to embarrass you. I just think there is an issue with you and oral temperatures that's all."
I still did not believe her but I suppose I did make this deal with her. God help her if I find out she has a trick thermometer or something. I reluctantly roll over onto my stomach and without any further discussion she pulls my sweatpants and underpants down to my knees. I watch as she turns the thermometer on dips it into the Vaseline and then gently spreads my cheeks. I feel a slight chill as the cold air hits my backside and flinch as I feel the slippery tip of the thermometer touch my butt hole. I take a deep breath as she gently inserts the thermometer. I can't believe she manipulated me into this. I hated her for this.
I laid there sulking, her hand resting on my backside gently holding the thermometer. After a few seconds the thermometer beeps and she immediately pulls it out and shows it to me before she even looks at it herself. I stare in horror at the greasy probe slightly brown tinged and think about where it had just come from as I feel the slight slipperiness between my cheeks confirming the recent violation of my bottom by the thermometer. As if that was not horrible enough, there on the display was a whopping 101.2 temperature being displayed. I could not believe it. There had to be something wrong with that oral thermometer. There had to be.
"Well?", she asked seeing the look of surprise on my face.
"It's 101.2." I reply softly.
My wife looks at it herself then takes a tissue to wipe off the grease. "I am so sorry honey," she starts in a soft and consoling voice. "I don't know why but I get the impression oral thermometers just don't get accurate temperatures on you."
"Well, that thermometer must be defective. You tricked me to get my pants down again."
"Honey, after last month, do you think I need to trick you to get your pants down? If I wanted your pants down I would simply pull them down. Look, when you are feeling better you can experiment with this thermometer. You can run some hot tap water and compare reading between this thermometer and the kitchen thermometer. In fact I already did this when I was wondering why your oral reading was way off. I can buy another thermometer, but I just think there is an issue with you and oral temperatures."
Now the whole time she was lecturing I was still laying there with my pants and underpants around my knees. I felt so stupid. I should have pulled them up the second the thermometer came out but I laid there waiting for permission to get dressed and it was not quick in coming.
I know strange things can happen but come on, she spends the month of December pulling my pants down at the drop of a hat with the promise that it was to decrease the amount of spankings I get in 2015 and here we are, not even 2 days into the new year and she found a non-spanking excuse to get my pants down and shove a thermometer up my bottom. Oh don't worry I will be checking that thermometer out when I get better. There is no way my mouth is defective.
Anyway, after a while she tells me she is going to get some Advil to help lower my temperature. When she leaves I take the opportunity to finally pull my pants up. She comes in gives me the medicine, kisses me on the head, tells me to drink plenty of liquids and get some rest. After a while I finally close my eyes and get some sleep.
The whole time I was sick she took my temperature both orally and rectally and recorded the results. Every time, the oral reading was way off. The oral never got above 99 and never got below 97 no matter what my rectal temperature was, which was as high as 101.8 at one point and as low as 98.1 when I was eventually over this completely. I have yet to test the oral thermometer on a glass of water of know temperature but there is no way that thermometer is not broken. I am sure my wife knew that and planned this whole thing out as an excuse to keep my pants at my knees as much as possible.
Now that I am back to normal, I am sure she will soon come up with another reason to bare my bottom. Only time will tell, but now I am on edge wondering when and where that will be.
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