Monday, June 9, 2008

In our life

Me and Mike have had our problems but never anything too serious mostly just the common issues that are quickly resolved. But on May 5th,2008 I did something that I deeply regret, I cheated on Mike with a man from his work and we both agreed that it deserved a good dose of the belt so as usual when I would get the belt I went to the bedroom and prepared myself by stripping down to just a t-shirt and laying the belt on the bed and placing the pillows in the center for me to lay across. I then climbed over the pillows and nervously waited after what seemed like forever he came in and said "I'm sorry I have to do this" and with that he picked up the belt and began to whip my bare bottom. It hurt alot and I cried when he finished he gave me time to lay there and sob. Then I got dressed and came out of the room and we discussed why it had to be done. Then I figured like anything else it was over and would'nt come up again but it seemed as though we had grown apart and over the next few months he seemed to be depressed. And it all went back to that incident so we eventually went to see a DD couselor to help us cope with our problem. She suggested that we read up on victorian punishments thats were used in the 1800's and do some research,we were pretty open so we went home and looked online and found alot of information about victorian punishments for women who have committed adultery and had affairs as well as for women who were a little too flirtacious. We reviewed many different things such as cinnamon oil and birch..(apply cinnamon oil to the outer lips of the vaginal area and then spank the bare bottom with the birch) there were many options but we also wanted to be sure that it was also safe so we checked that out as well. The counselor told us that i am still harboring guilt and that between me and him we should work out how to rid me of that guilt, As well as help himm to overcome what has happened. Due to the risk of side affects with cinnamon oil we opted for something more modern like a rubber slapper applied to the lips of the vagina (if your not familiar with a rubber slapper it is similar to that of a slipper sole on a plastic rod to slap with). After careful research we were told that this is relatively safe if done in a safe manner and only applied to the lips as they mostly consist of fat and tissue, Me and mike discussed it and decided we would do it that weekend so that I could have the weekend to rest up after. We decided it would 10 hard slaps of the rubber slapper and he would choose the position and I was to be completly shaved and it would be the same as a spanking no moving or flinching or the stroke wouldn't count. It was monday and I had four days and I was dreading it, as the week went on we didn't discuss it but I know we were both nervous. Finally friday came and Mike gets home and we eat dinner and he gets in the shower I'm thinking good maybe he forgot. Just then he says "jennifer prepare yourself,you have 30 minutes" my mind starts racing, I have butterflies and Im really really nervous so I go upstairs and prepare myself the same as if I was getting spanked. I strip down to a t-shirt and just lay on the bed and wait about 15 minutes later mike comes in with the rubber slapper in his hand and says "I'm going to do 10" he then tells me that I'm to lay flat on my back spread eagle and pull my legs up above my head so I reluctantly get into position and he says "now dont move,you deserve this" and "I'm sorry I have to do this" with that I see him carefully target the slapper to where its going to get my lips and raise it high and land it down directly on my lips and it felt like instant fire I just wanted to jump up and scream but I stayed in position because I knew I deserved this and what I did was wrong, I see him raise it again and target it directly on the lips and once again I feel it smack down hard against my lips this time I let out a light scream and start to beg and plead for it to stop and he tells me that hes doing whats best for us and he raises it again and targets it directly in the center of the lips and SMACK right across the center of my lips and I start to jump up and catch myself and remain in position my lips are blazing and I'm now sobbing he continues until he reaches number 10 and once he finishes he hugs me tightly as I'm sobbing and he says "I love you, and I only want the best for us" he then kissed my forehead and left me to think over what had happened. To some people they would find that to be a little bit of an innappropriate punishment and to be honest we would have too before we had researced and experienced it. There was no after effects and no markings and it is very safe but I was very sore the next day and my guilt was gone and he no longer felt angry or depressed after that either.

7 comments:

Unknown said...

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Princess x

Unknown said...

Excellent for the both of you.

Unknown said...

Excellent for the both of you!!

Mrs.Murray said...

In my household you got off easily! Im glad you feel better though! I hope you two have a long happy life!

Anonymous said...

Decades ago, I shaved my wife after she lied to me. She told me later it was more humiliating than finding out the neighbors heard her get a whipping.

Anonymous said...

Not long we married, my wife went through a similar experience with her boss. Although our marriage had gotten off to a rocky start, her guilt was overwhelming. Like you, she confessed and said she needed a belt taken to her bare bottom to to make her behave in the future. It worked wonders. That was half a century ago and we're still together.

The advantage my wife and I had was we both grew up at a time when it was fairly common for difficult wives to be spanked. As a result, there was no doubt in either of our minds what needed to be done to correct the problem.

On the other side of things, my wife grew up as a good girl. Although occasionally spanked by her parents, she never got into any real trouble while she was living under their roof. In fact, not only had she graduated near the top of her class from high school, she was still a virgin when we began dating in college.

Having never sown her wild oats when she was in high school, I've suspected my wife was going through a belated teenage rebellion when she was in her 20s. Having gotten it out of her system, and been punished for it, she settled into the routine of being a faithful wife.

Years later, during a discussion about failed marriages in their family, my wife confessed to her mother that she had not always been the good girl she pretended to be. Although my wife never told her mother exactly what she did, my wife admitted that if I her husband had not left a few bruises where she sat down, she might not still be married!

Anonymous said...

What the hell is wrong with you people!!