Saturday, December 24, 2016

The last day of the semester - motivational spanking

It went simply like this:

"Good morning Sweet Pea. What do you have to do today?"

"Work, finish my presentation, class, finish my paper, sleep."

We made love, he went to his job and I got in the shower.

Wet,

cold,

following a wonderful morning,

but looking forward to a stack of books,

I went back to bed.

He called two hours later and shooed me off to work.

I slept again.

He called to follow up and told me in no uncertain terms to "GET MOVING".

I did.  Bed made, clothes on, laundry going, dishes put away, house picked up, trash taken out...
the list goes on, school not being on it and work not coming into play.

Eric called one more time.  I rattled off the list of things I'd done. I was all over the place.

"Upstairs right now, young lady."

Eric was not happy.  He told me to take Sir Strap out of the chest and he wanted to hear five slaps to each cheek over the phone.  "Hard enough I can hear them or you are starting again."

I did my best.  Five good one's on the right but three weak one's on the left so we started over and I took eight on that side.

"Thank you honey," I said feeling a sense of focus coming back to my head.

"I can't believe I had to leave my office to set you straight."

Mind you, I had just self disciplined and Eric has his own private office so why he had to leave, I couldn't imagine until a moment later, when I heard the front door.

A quick minute later, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would leave my chest, Eric was in our room positioning me bent over and holding onto the spanking chair, finishing what I had started.

"That was your warm up," he commented as I whined that I'd just been spanked.

What I achieved on my own with a big leather strap was one tenth what Eric dished out with his belt.I'm sure the combination of my shock, complete overload and the actual pain is what sent me over the edge to a few tears and some wobbly knees.

A kiss goodbye and I was on fire.  Ass burning, I jumped on the schoolwork while multi-tasking at my job, got to class early and aced the presentation, finished my paper with time to spare and was home before eleven.

What can I say?  It works.

Eric waited with open arms.  He kissed my blistered bottom, soothed my skin with lotion and told me how proud he is that I've finished one more semester.  I truly don't know what I would do without that man.

Amy

Friday, December 9, 2016

Discipline me, Darling

Eric has returned.
A new sense of mortality,
has him off kilter.
Naturally headstrong, solid and steady
it has thrown his balance
and he feels more intently
breathes more deeply
and at times, carries the heavy weight of inevitability.

From this place, there is a part of Eric that has blossomed.
A new tenderness,
a gentleness,
an understanding
that I soak into my skin
as I lie in the safety of his arms on our couch.
He sees me,
hears me,
and reaches out to calm the rough waters in my own mind.

Soft kisses,
his rough tongue
painting lines as he drinks
in my body,
in hopes of providing and finding security as one.

"Will you discipline me Darling?"
I ask, small shallow little girl voice,
the first time such words have come from my lips.

Eric says not a word.
His eyes drill into my gaze
as his mind tosses my sentence around in his head.
I have never asked for this.
Never requested, out loud,
the taboo I crave in our marriage.

We stand and he takes me up the stairs,
his hand wrapped tightly around my wrist,
his steps full of purpose.

He goes for his belt,
familiar black woven leather,
the very first
implement he ever punished me with.

Our eyes meet and a wave of anticipation
runs from my bottom through my spine.
The same wave
filtrates throughout his fingers and hand.

"Ask me again," he says and I quickly look to the floor.

Eric grasps under my chin
and he raises my eyes back to his.

"Ask me again."

I pause, only to burn this moment to memory

"Will you discipline me?"

This time my voice is sure of it's request.

Over his knee,
dress above my waist,
his hands warm my buns
as his cock grows into my ribs.

Over his knee,
dress above my waist,
we both want this.
It has been too long,
the time has come,
we need this.

He spanks and a pale
pink hue rises like the sun in the morning.

Eventually
my body is bent over the side of the bed,
my ass on display
for the man who will set the world straight for me.

The belt is harsh
but reassuring
as it slaps down
in time
with the beating of our hearts.

The heat intensifies and I can't take it anymore.
I dance,
I squirm,
I cry out
and a long line of sweat runs freely along my spine.

Eric takes a momentary break
as my hands clench the blankets
trying to muster the strength
to continue.

He moves in behind me
and thrusts inside me
penetrating all of the pain
that has filled my head
and washing it away with his love.