Thursday, September 21, 2017

"I'm going to spank you when I need to"

Eric came home and we hugged, kissed, laughed, talked, snuggled, giggled, pinched, poked, played, and flat out celebrated being back together after far too long. For ten whole days, we will have each other home, in a somewhat normal routine, smack dab in the middle of the busiest travel season of the year. It's a miracle.

Everything was fantastic and then the doorbell rang.

"Hi. You must be Eric," I heard our new neighbor's voice in the entryway. "I'm Veronica."

I came around the corner as Eric extended his hand in greeting.

"I hear you and Amy had a nice dinner last night," he said, one of the many stories I'd shared with him about my time while he was away.

The three of us chatted for a few minutes and then Veronica said, "I hate to interrupt the reunion but I wanted to give Amy her license back. I guess we mixed them up at the bar before dinner."

She turned toward me and said, "Please tell me you have mine."

I looked in my purse and sure enough, I had Veronica's license.  We both laughed.

"I still can't believe we got carded!" I exclaimed.

I walked Veronica down the path, thanking her for coming over, and then skipped back into the house ready to get back to the love fest. Eric was in the kitchen.

"Isn't she nice?!" I said happily.  "Finally someone on the block I can hang out with when you're gone all the time."

I bounced over to Eric and kissed his lips.  He was standing with his hands in his pockets and didn't move a muscle. Instead, he waited until I pulled away.

"Were you drinking last night?" he asked.

"I had a beer," I answered nonchalantly.

Eric's eyes narrowed and he took in a long slow breath.

"Amy, go get my belt."

His voice was stern and unwavering.

I stammered.

"Huh? What?"

"You heard me. Go upstairs and get my belt. And if you feel the need to argue, get Sir Strap while you're at it."

My heart rate drastically increased. My face went flush and I realized there was nothing about Eric's demeanor that suggested this was going to be either enjoyable or negotiable. Eric has never dictated what I could or could not do, what I could or could not drink.  This was new and completely unexpected, especially on his first night back.

I went to our room and pulled Eric's thick black leather weave belt from it's hook and walked down to the living room. Although we have technically been practicing ttwd for a couple of years, trust me when I say there have been very few disciplinary spankings with much more resets and erotic play. Clearly, this was not for play.

Eric took the belt from my hand and gestured toward the piano bench, which had been pulled out in the middle of the room.  There was a prescription bottle of pain pills in the center of the bench. Again, a hot flash spread like wildfire across my face as Eric bent me over, laying my hands flat at either side of the bottle.

"Read the label to me," he said sternly, doubling the belt over and folding it in half.

I picked up the bottle and read, "Do not drink alcoholic beverages when taking this medication."

Eric let my words sync in for a moment and then the belt flew through the air and landed squarely on my right cheek.

"Have you been taking your medicine, Amy?"

The question wasn't really a question because we both know perfectly well, I'm surviving on this stuff right now.

"Yes," I whispered, barely audible.

SMACK. The belt landed hard on the same spot for a second time.

"Yes, what?" Eric demanded.

I was still catching my breath, wanting to reach back and grab my throbbing cheek.  Eric was not acting in anger. He was controlled and calculating, but using far more force than ever before.

"Yes Sir," I squeaked and strike three erupted right across the middle of my seat.

"Read it again," Eric commanded and I did, again and again and again. The leather creased my jeans after each reading until I couldn't stand it any longer.

"I'm sorry," I yelled out, reaching back and squeezing the right side, which seemed to be getting the bulk of the whipping.

Eric put down the belt and sat in front of me. He undid my buckle, button, and zipper; pulling the protective denim and panties to just below my knees.

"Please," I begged rubbing the red welts on my aching bottom.  "No more, Eric.  I'm sorry.  I really am."

Without a word, Eric folded me across his knee and pinning my fingers to my lower back, began an intense hand spanking that had me yelping by the fourth strike.

"Do you have any idea what I would do if I lost you?!" he asked, spanking me harder and harder with each of his words.

Spank, spank, spank.

"I can't imagine my life without you and you know it's dangerous to mix drugs and alcohol."

Spank, spank, spank.

"It's right there on the damn label!"

Eric picked up the bottle of pills and threw it across the room.  It hit the wall, broke open, and pain pills spilled out all over the floor. Then the spanking continued.

Smack, smack, smack.

My ass was on fire and I was locked in position, unable to get out from under Eric's grasp. There was immense pain but truthfully, it was his words that had tears streaming down my face.

"I'm so sorry," I cried out, realizing the tighter Eric held me and the more diligently he spanked, how much I had truly scared him by carelessly drinking while taking those pills.  After everything we'd been through this summer, after everything we'd experienced with my kid, apparently I was the one who had learned nothing.

By the time Eric finished, I was sobbing and my body was shaking and weak.  He held me close to his chest and kissed my face, making me promise over and over that I would never exhibit such risky behavior again.  Then he took me to the corner by the front window and made me stand there, nose to the wall, about twenty minutes until dusk set in and the room darkened.

"It's not even eight o'clock, but you're going to bed," Eric said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and kissing the salty tear stains away from my eyelids.  He held my face in his hands and repeated his words.  "You're going to bed right now, Amy Lynn, and you may not say another word until morning."

I started to sniffle, another wave of tears ready to flow down my cheeks, but Eric shook his head and pushed my body toward the stairs. In our room, I glanced at an array of red welted streaks in the mirror before tossing my clothes in the hamper and crawling into bed.  Crying silently, I waited until Eric joined me and then slowly, I melted into his arms.

"I love you, Amy Lynn," Eric said sweetly, placing two fingers on my lips as a reminder that I was forbidden to speak for the rest of the night. He spooned my body and held on tight.  "and because of that, I am going to spank you when I need to."

Amy

17 comments:

  1. Need. Want.

    He needs you. He wants you.

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    1. I got a real taste of what I mean to Eric last night.
      Amy

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  2. Not quite the welcome home activities for which you hoped. Take good care of yourself, Amy. That is your job right now and the only thing that is really important.

    Ella

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    1. Am definitely on the "going to take extra special care of me" kick because as much as I thought I always wanted a true disciplinary spanking someday, I've gotten enough "extra special care" from Eric's belt for... well, forever!
      Amy

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  3. Amy,
    An Hoh who loves you will respond as needed, just like your guy did. Be strong, even when his arms are near.
    Meredith

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    1. It was very hard being told I could not talk for the remainder of the night. I've never been disciplined like that before; all of the intensity both physical and emotional. It was beyond effective. Will happily go back to playful erotic spankings with the occasional resets for a long, long while. Amy

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  4. Not quite the welcome home celebration I was expecting...but the one that was needed. Remember always...a man who truly loves you will always take care of you..and insist that you take of yourself also...hugs abby

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    1. You can say that again! I am going to feel this for awhile - my bruised ass as well as Eric's love. This might finally get me motivated to moving towards a healthier lifestyle again. With all of the crap this summer, I've been straying from many of my good habits while reaching for a poor choice in stress relievers.
      Amy

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  5. I am laughing. Sorry not AT you, laughing because I want so badly to say, " Welcome to the big leagues" ...snort. I'm kidding, but as you said it is way more than just the physical this disciplinary stuff- especially when the physical is augmented. Just don't go overthinking this okay? Keep in mind that you don't want to experience it again (though I highly doubt that is a 100 % truth too *wink*).

    willie

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    1. I suppose I should explain a bit more (with more sleep in me): for the longest time when we started ttwd, probably the first year or two, Barney mostly performed/applied(?) resets. Of course resets have their benefits. I personally cannot wrap my head around what you ladies refer to as good girl spankings ( I call crudely refer to them as Whip 'N Dips) so they do not happen here. Anyway, I remember the first time I was honestly punished. There had been a few punishments here and there, but more because he felt he SHOULD, not because he really wanted to. I am talking about the first time I truly FELT his disapproval. Not just physically- though there is something to be said with the deep down authenticity felt through that too- but like every fiber of his being was 'in this'. I also know when no matter what I do or say, he is not stopping until HE decides. Sure I can say that during resets, but you know what I am referring too- when you feel it deep in your bones you have ABSOLUTELY no control over how this is going to end or when. You are 100% his in that moment. It is a remarkable feeling- and odd. LOL...Scary(but not because you are afraid- least not of him), and eventually invigorating, amazing and FREEING! The continuing on past the physical, ie, the no talking just drives the point home; with an exclamation point. The " This is NOT a game. I am in complete control here and YOU are mine and will obey my wishes." is driven home with great authenticity. To me as difficult as it is at times, that is IT~that is the feeling I long for. The situations that make me thrive, and feel alive- not because I was punished, but because we are both where we need to be, actively feeling our positions in our dynamic.

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    2. but you know what I am referring too- when you feel it deep in your bones you have ABSOLUTELY no control over how this is going to end or when. You are 100% his in that moment. It is a remarkable feeling- and odd. LOL...Scary(but not because you are afraid- least not of him), and eventually invigorating, amazing and FREEING! The continuing on past the physical, ie, the no talking just drives the point home; with an exclamation point. The " This is NOT a game. I am in complete control here and YOU are mine and will obey my wishes." is driven home with great authenticity. To me as difficult as it is at times, that is IT~that is the feeling I long for. The situations that make me thrive, and feel alive- not because I was punished, but because we are both where we need to be, actively feeling our positions in our dynamic.


      perfectly said!

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    3. I could do without the experience of a spanking like that ever again, 100%. However, I could go through it all over again for the aftermath that I've been feeling for the past two days, 100%. Physically, there is the reassurance every time I sit. Visually, there is the reassurance every time I pass a mirror. Emotionally, there is an incredible closeness between us right now. A bond that brought us to an intense disciplinary measure; calming us and bringing us together. Yes. I finally get it. This is just the beginning of the big leagues, but it is the big league.
      Amy

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    4. Yeah the 'in the moment' of the physical truly sucks- I'll give you that! And if you spend too much time there, you no longer receive the physical reminders either- which also sucks because you go through all of that and have little physical 'war wounds' to show for it. LOL...but the wanting to crawl inside each other's skin feeling- it gets highly addictive! (The unfortunate thing is it can't last forever and I am not kidding when I tell you it is addictive, which CAN bring all sorts of new...um...issues. Snort- but just remember if that happens, you are so NOT alone!!!).
      Enjoy!

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  6. Oh Amy I've done that also without thinking. Eric showed you how much he cares and I know from my hoh it does scare them when we do things like this. Be careful and look after your health.
    Hugs Lindy xx

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    1. I know Lindy. I was actually rather embarrassed to share this with you all but the reality is, we take care of everyone else and forget about ourselves. Hopefully this will serve as a reminder to everyone to not mix alcohol and drugs - and to just be as careful with ourselves as we are with our loved ones.
      Amy

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  7. Hi Amy, :) I'm sorry that your welcome home was not what you had likely had in mind. Your health is so important. Eric reminded you how important you are to him.

    Resets and gg's are fine spanky goals! You two have a great weekend! Many hugs,

    ❤️Katie

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    1. Thanks Katie. I'm still pretty sore but looking forward to some weekend love! :)
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