16 November 2007

The Practical Joke (Story)

Sharon’s memory of the incident was at best vague, it was the typical regretful result once again. The dangerous combination of alcohol and listening to Karen, “Karen did it too me again” she thought. It had been just another in a long series of regrettable things that Karen had managed to somehow convince her would be a good idea.

There was that time long ago when they were teenagers, that first cigarette. Sharon still remembered the first inhale and that dizzy feeling that made her cough and almost fall over. Karen had convinced her that becoming smokers would make the older boys pay attention to them. The reality was that the only thing cigarettes ever got her was the same thing she had right now, a very sore bottom. Sharon’s memory of her mother walking into her room holding that pack of cigarettes was still strong. She remembered seeing her mother holding the cigarettes in one hand and the hairbrush in the other. Try as she might, the only other thing she remembered about that whole spanking was that long comforting hug when it was all over. It had been the only time as a child that she had ever had more than just some attention getting smacks to her behind, yet it was nothing at all compared to what Peter had just managed to do. She thought how she wanted a cigarette now, she had no doubt that such a request in the corner would get an unfavorable response.

Sharon was sure she remembered this latest incident as a bad idea but she didn’t really remember it all that well. If she hadn’t forgotten totally about it she certainly would have disarmed the trap. It had taken a few tries for the tipsy girls to get the shoebox lid balanced just right. Giggling and trying not to make too much noise and waking Peter from his snoring bliss. The shoebox lid that they had mischievously filled to the edge with lilac scented talcum powder was set. The silly prank was supposed to dump on Peter before he went into the woods for the hunt Saturday morning. The trap never did spring that morning, but it certainly did this morning onto his still wet hair and naturally all over his best suit. In fact it was the only suit Peter had brought to the cabin, he intended to be leaving directly for work so he could be early for the big meeting today with that new client. Hind sight, for the lack of a better term told her that she still would have gotten a spanking if the powder had fallen all over Peter’s freshly “de-scented” hunting clothes, not that the alternative could been any consolation.

The couple had planned on going out for a quiet dinner that evening. Sharon knew that dinner plans were doomed the moment Peter walked into the kitchen covered in powder. Naturally, when she first looked up and saw Peter standing in the kitchen doorway covered in powder it had been after she had taken a full sip of coffee. Adding insult to injury she erupted in laughter and the mouthful of coffee had actually given Peter a few little coffee splatters on his already ravaged attire.

Sharon had no doubt that she would be remembering this spanking session for a very long time. For as much as she hated standing in the corner she was sure that right now the last thing she wanted to do was sit down. This had already been the most painful spanking yet from her loving husband. Try as she might it was difficult keeping her hands clasped together, the urge to touch and comfort her hot cheeks was very hard to resist. When she was sure that Peter had left the room she slowly slid her hands down and cupped her cheeks. “Damn”, she thought to herself as she felt her hot swollen bottom. Peter had certainly managed to efficiently braze her behind. The realization that it wasn't yet over forced her to bite her lower lip. “Ok”, she thought, “I really do deserve it, I never should have listened to Karen, but it was really was my fault, I knew it was a bad idea.”

There had been times before when Peter had taken off his belt, dear God how she so hated that sound. Now she was sure that she hated something even worse, the damn new acquisition. On one hand she knew that they needed to own a scary implement that could be used on those rare occasions. Unfortunately this was the occasion and the only thing rare right now was her poor tender backside. When she had placed the order she had considered that the seller might be trying to trump up the wicked device with that comment “Very Severe”. Now Sharon was sure they were actually making an understatement and she knew leather would no longer always feel yummy.

For as painful as the new implement was, the intense sting of the prison strap was nothing compared to how agonizing it was being over the arm of the loveseat. Not being able to be over Peter’s lap not being able to feel his closeness during the discipline, it was a dreadful sensation. This was truly a punishment that she never ever wanted to experience again.

“You just had to rub didn’t you?” Peter asked. Sharon hadn’t even noticed that Peter had returned to the room. “I’m sorry Sir, I just couldn’t help it… I didn’t think you would catch me doing a quick little touch”. “I didn’t, until you just told me”. Sharon heard Peter removing his belt and instantly felt the onslaught of those tummy butterflies. She knew what she had to do and immediately turned enough to bend over. The belt landed a dozen quick times on her already blazing bottom and she was now crying loud and hard as he helped her stand up and back into the corner. “We’ll see if you can remember to be obedient in the corner now, if you’re not I expect honesty, now and every time. Is that understood little lady?” “Yes Sir” was her quiet trembling reply.

The wait for Peter to return to the room had been excruciating, even harder were those words “Come to me now”, always heard too soon. Sharon turned and saw Peter waiting for her, she moved to him and wanted it all to be over. Peter motioned for her to sit on his knee. His hand lifted her chin till she couldn’t help but look in his eyes. “You know honey, I’ll be perfectly honest with you. I had a difficult time not breaking into laughter myself when I came down to the kitchen this morning. Then for a while on the drive back to the house I didn’t think I would have time to stop and change into the other suit for my meeting and I was steaming. I wasn’t sure just what tonight’s spanking should be like, but the more I thought about it the more I was sure that it had to be severe. What you did was very disrespectful to me and it was selfish. Your little joke for the quick little laugh could have ruined the whole weekend for me, not just the inconvenience of having to change clothes. Suppose the trap fell on me Saturday morning when I was going out hunting. You do know that one of the few pleasures I have besides being with you is being able to relax in the woods hunting, that’s one of the reasons we have the cabin. I do look forward to it all year long. You do now that when we’re there during the ski season it’s because I know you like it so much. You know I don’t shi, the only thing I do on skis is fall down. Well, being there during hunting season is what I enjoy, I need that chance to unwind, to relax and I do know you want me to have that. Just imagine though what kind of mood I would have been in having that powder dump all over my hunting clothes. I would have been angry all day in the woods, it would have ruined it for me. Your little childish practical joke would have crashed the only weekend that I can go hunting this year.”

Sharon was hating this, she couldn’t stand seeing the intensity and the sincerity of the disappointment in his eyes. He was right of course, he worked hard all year and she very much wanted him to enjoy his time hunting. She was so happy that when Peter hunted he wanted her close and not 100 miles away back at home. She knew many men wanted their wives that far away so they could have their little Animal House like debauchery filled hunting trips. Sharon did love the fact that Peter only wanted her close always. Peter gently kissed the tears that were rolling down her cheeks and motioned her back over his other knee.

The sting was naturally intense, unbearable and at the same time, was fading, she just couldn’t feel the physical pain. Now, Sharon only felt the regret for what she had caused, that terrible hurt look in Peter’s eyes. That was the most painful thing she could imagine and she never wanted to see that again. Sharon was still lost in her thoughts but was now flat on the bed, her bottom being gently rubbed with lotion. She turned and felt his wonderfully comforting hug and fell in love all over again as Peter whispered his love in her ear. She wanted time to stop forever and didn’t want to ever let go, quietly she whispered those same words to Peter. Exhausted, Sharon and Peter both drifted gently to sleep in each other’s arms.

09 November 2007

Walls of Resistance

One of the most difficult hurdles that an HOH can face is the fact that at times the spankee is resistant, or defiant prior to or during the spanking. No, not physically resistant, but the attitude just fights acceptance. The spankee knows that a spanking is needed and the spanking is actually wanted but there is just a combative mood that can keep the spanking from being effective if it isn’t addressed properly. The spanking is viewed as being inevitable and it is realized as being needed. Let’s call it a wall and unless that wall is broken down or at the very least, has a few cracks created the full benefits of the spanking won’t be realized. Perhaps it’s impatience with the whole procedure, “Just get it over with…” or it’s just one of those days and one of those moods. The spankee doesn’t like this aspect of her personality and she really is hoping that her HOH can bring her back to the person that she wants to be. The desire is there to be on the other side of the spanking cherishing the aftercare, but somehow that seems distant and unobtainable. If the disciplinarian can recognize this wall, this attitude of mental resistance there is a chance that it can be eliminated with careful scolding.

Life has a way of complicating even the most thought out actions and the fact that we are now such a mobile and sometimes distant society adds another dimension. We communicate and plan, often by phone or IM and the plane fact is that often without face to face interaction it’s difficult to really understand the emotional impacts of our words and actions. The result being that often the spanking may have been over planned well in advance. The spanking may have been scheduled or it may have been talked over far too many times or already at too much length. There may very well have been scolding, hours or even days before the spanking has a chance to become reality. The value of anticipation can be lost and that wall who’s downfall is sought may have already been cracked but has already begun to mend. Consequently the value that scolding can add to the process isn’t as strong or as attention getting as it might have been when the need for the spanking was first realized.

Ultimately there may be a point where the full acceptance of the spanking just isn’t going to happen. Continued spanking will only cause physical results and the message that both parties want to become reality just won’t arrive. It might be necessary for the disciplinarian to turn the purpose of the spanking. “I’m just not getting through to you am I? I hope I’m wrong but we may just have to visit this subject again and if we do, it will be much worse.” Give forgiveness and full attention to aftercare, talk it over and realize that sometimes the most important result that may come from the discipline is the reinforcement that the HOH won’t hesitate to do whatever is needed. In this respect what may have originally been intended as punishment may in fact be more maintenance than discipline. There should of course be communication. Talking it over later may reveal that there might have been some aspect of the scolding that may have encouraged anger instead of remorse. In any event it’s not something that should be viewed as regretful, but embraced more for it’s value as it can teach both HOH and partner how to work together.

The HOH must learn lessons too. Sometimes the basic lesson is nothing more than being able to understand that there can be too much build up. Perhaps too much time between the points where it was realized that a spanking was called for and when it finally comes to fruition. Understanding that it’s always better if the peak of emotion can be matched with the act of submission. Remorse for having disappointed the HOH can be much more meaningful and intense, not just breaking the wall but removing it’s foundation.

07 November 2007

The Hunting Trip (Story)

It had been a late night for the girls while Pete and Dave had been off to bed early. The trash can was full of empty wine coolers while the tequila bottle next to the now dead lemon wedges on the countertop told the full story of the girl’s little late night party. The men were intent on being in the woods well before first light so that they could freeze to death trying to kill poor little Bambi. Oh it wasn’t that either one of them had anything against hunting. In fact both Karen and Sharon had hunted before with their husbands, but they were both content to let them go off and do their guy things while they would have their girl time alone in comfort of the warm cabin.

Sharon’s hands weren’t very steady as she poured the tomato juice into the pitcher. Karen managed to squeak out a little laugh past her genuinely tired looking face as she noticed Sharon still with an uneasy sway. Moments later as she took her first sip of the Bloody Mary, Karen remarked how it reminded her of the long ago college days, trying to steady the hands and cool the brain before heading off late to class as usual. Sharon agreed that she was reminded of some of those not so good old days too.

Before long the concoction had done it’s duty and the girls were again laughing and enjoying their time together. After a few seconds of silence Karen said “You know honey, there’s something that I really think you should know”. Karen mentioned that when Peter had interrupted their shenanigans last night and told them to “keep it down”, it had sent a shiver through her, and that she was glad it wasn’t Dave who had come to quiet things down. “Sharon darling, if it had been Dave I might not be able to sit down right now”. Sharon could barely contain herself, she wanted to interrupt Karen and tell her all about what Peter would indeed be doing to her own backside before very long. Peter had used their sign; he had moved his watch to his other arm and seeing that little secret motion had told Sharon that she indeed had earned herself a good spanking.

Sharon was biting her lip trying to wait her turn to speak, yet hanging on every word that Karen had to say about what the two of them apparently now shared in common. Karen began by reminding Sharon of that night they had stopped at the cocktail lounge for a drink a few weeks ago. “Yes, I remember that night all too well,” Sharon chuckled. “Well, Sharon, I did say I would be leaving right after I finished my drink, but I actually had two or three more”, Karen confessed. “It was clear that I should never have been behind the wheel, then I managed to rip the mirror off the car pulling into the garage...” Karen paused then continued, “David was not very happy to say the least and then he did something that I never would have imagined.” Karen went on to describe How David had practically lifted her by her arm and dragged her to the family room and placed her over his knee and there was absolutely nothing that she could do to stop him. “Sharon, my David isn’t a big man, maybe if I had been sober I would have been able to fight him, but I just couldn’t stop him and honestly I didn't want to. I knew I was wrong and I knew I've been out of control and I knew I deserved it and I really think it's exactly what I wanted him to do. I just can’t explain all the thoughts I’ve had since then. My husband spanked my ass till I was crying like a little baby, then he told me that things were just getting started and they would never be the same again. Sharon, every time I think about that night it still gets me excited knowing that my David, my man, won’t put up with my foolishness anymore.”

Karen continued on, telling how it had been only the tip of the iceberg and that since that night she had managed to find out that David was truly a man of his words. She had in fact over the recent weeks found herself numerous times again in that same position being spanked beyond tears. “Sharon, I can honestly say that I’ve never before been able to feel like so much of a complete woman. I really wish that we had managed to add this new dimension to our relationship years ago. I’ve always loved David since the first time I ever saw him, but I don’t think I ever respected him before, I certainly do now. I know now that nothing will ever prevent him from taking action, and that he’ll never again allow me to hurt myself or our relationship.”

Sharon had been having such a hard time keeping quiet while Karen had been confiding in her. She actually did know that the expressions on her face were probably giving her away so she really didn’t have any trouble making that little acknowledgement. “Karen, my Peter is exactly the same way and it’s the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to us”. It felt so good to be saying those words, to able to tell someone. It was especially wonderful to now be talking about this with her best friend, something she never could have imagined she could ever do. She had so much to say and discuss, she knew that she could now tell someone about her most treasured secret and that now she would have someone who could listen intently and not judge or jump to the wrong conclusions.

Karen smiled and said, “Yes dear, I do know all about it. That first time I was getting my bottom burned over my husband’s knee he told me that the same thing was happening to you while it was happening to me. It would appear that our dear husbands do talk to one another. “So,” she chuckled. “Apparently I have you to blame, or actually, you to thank for my poor sore bottom”.