Someone Spank Me...NOW!

I am in a drought.  Well, let me be more specific, I am in a spanking drought.  Certainly have plenty of water to drink, but not a paddle, brush, or belt in sight.

The dry spell has gone on for almost a year!  There are good reasons for this, exactly four of them.  After four hip surgeries in six months, spanking is not on the agenda for awhile.  Although I did have a good time explaining to my surgeon when I had to ask him when it would be safe to engage in this specific activity.  Believe it or not, spanking is not covered in the hip precaution booklet they give you in rehab.  I know its unbelievable, but there you are.

I neeeeeedd to be spanked.  Oh do I ever have the need.  Somehow before I got involved in this lifestyle, when it was all just a lovely fantasy, the need did not nag so cruelly.  But, it seems, once you start it is addicting.  Stopping cold and going through withdrawal does not work.  It only makes it that much more desireable and necessary.

My brain has all its cells on full alert every time I look at a spanking pic, view a video on fetlife, or even read the words!  I spend time looking at my implements and sighing.  I feel uncentered, and uncomfortable with myself.

Yes, there are some possibilities on the horizon and I only have to wait a month until I go to visit my Big Brother/Daddy for my birthday.  But, it would be wonderful if I didn't have to wait another month.  Actually in the next five minutes would be great, and yes I need the five minutes to brush my teeth and put on cute panties.

Right now I am planning my group's November spanking party so its in my face, so to speak.  A long time over a lap with my backside burning would just be perfect. 

Anyone else feel this way?

An Update on Purple Angel

Spanking Parties? Love em or Leave em part 1

This November I am hosting my sixth spanking party. The party has grown from about 15 people to around 35 or more. It is a weekend party held at a suburban Chicago hotel. My inspiration to embark on this wild and crazy journey was the fun I had and the people I met at my first Chicago Crimson Moon party. And I have never been sorry I jumped from that frying pan into my own fire!

Spanking parties have become a part of my social scene life. Spanking and impact play was the very first kink I explored (but certainly not the last). It is my most beloved fetish and the one I fantasized about throughout my life. Its no wonder then that it seems to need the bigger than life atmosphere of a party.

For those of you that haven't had the pleasure, a few highlights. You arrive, somewhat breathless, at the party hotel. Breathless? Sure! You ran ahead of the car, flew ahead of the plane, and jogged faster than the train to get to the unique event that would occupy you totally. If you have been to a previous party or participate in groups on fetlife, spankolife, or Yahoo, you probably can't wait to greet friends you haven't seen in awhile and meet new people that you only know online or from phone conversations.

Now let''s stand back and view the scene for a moment. Adults hugging and kissing, shaking hands, smiling, outbursts of laughter, and overheard snatches of conversation. "How are your kids doing", "is your mom feeling better", "did the move go smoothly" and you might think, family reunion. In a way you are right. It feels very much like family, the time seems to melt away and relationships pick up right where they left off.

As soon as you have promised about a million (smile) people a spot on your dance card, you escape to your hotel room to rest and refresh for the marathon is about to begin.

These weekend parties are, indeed, marathon spanking events. In fact I believe carb loading before you arrive might not be a bad idea. You will need every ounce of energy you can muster. There will early morning breakfasts, late late night "appointments", group events and meals, and inbetween all that, many delicious hours of spanking delights. Different positions, implements galore, party room spankings, and private room spankings...it stretches out in front of you in all its tantalizing and delicious delight. If you are a top you can't wait to see the panties come down baring the first bottom to wiggle in anticipation of your attention. If you are a bottom, you are delighting in the knowledge that you will go to bed much much later with a fantastic aching tingle that your hand just can't seem to stop rubbing. And oh if you are a switch, you happily contemplate both.

More tomorrow as we continue vicariously feeling it all. I am quite fortunate, in four weeks it won't be vicarious, I will be in the thick of my next party experience!

Unveiling my Blog or I will Lurk no More

Since today is Love our Lurkers day I decided to unveil my blog once again. It seems that this past year I have been my own best lurker! I am going to make, yet another, concerted effort to get my blog back on track and lurk no more!

The unfortunate reason for being a lurker (tightening the belt of my black trenchcoat) has been illness along with a startling number of depressing events in my life. I am not going into these since they are just that...depressing. However, I do reserve the right to use these for future blog fodder. And while life is not back to any semblance of normal, I love writing and I loved having this blog.

To remind you of who I am and for any first timers that drop by, I use the name Purple Angel and I am a spanko. At this point in my life I have learned, experienced, and evolved into a submissive spanko. I really don't switch anymore unless it is someone with whom I have a continuing connection. It has also become clear to me that I am a bit of a masochist. That was very difficult for me to accept but I have come to understand that it is not a negative concept. And I am very curious, love trying out new experiences.

I enjoy being active in the lifestyle community and I write spanking as well as BDSM stories. You can find many of my golden oldies right here, on Spankful Delight. I host spanking parties in the Chicago area and run a Yahoo group known as Our Need and Desire. If you would like more party info just let me know!

So a fresh start, and I hope you will not be a stranger. I will also make it a priority not to be a stranger on my own blog. What a crazy idea! But if you must lurk and not comment, I do hope you enjoy what you read. After all, bloggers often do this as an appropriate way to seek attention, there is no point in writing if you have no readers. Just my opinion....

Hope you enjoyed my newest unveiling and I look forward to sharing with you i the future!

A View From Each Side

In my opinion more girls think this than anyone realizes. For that matter more guys think this than anyone realizes.

During my trip I didn't have to think this or even ask, it was readily available. Since he enjoys using his hand I was certainly willing to forgo my favorite toys for the time being. And I learned something really important. Depending on the person, hands can be an extremely effective spanking implement as well as being so incredibly sensuous.

All four of the couches were delightful and perfectly made for spanking, at least in my opinion but then his lap was perfectly made for spanking too. What woman could ask for more? This one, that's who. After all I am a switch.

So tables were turned and I had a most delightful time playing with his adorable bottom. He certainly seemed to enjoy both the spanking and the sensation massaging. I enjoyed delivering both.

But you can't spank all day and all night(I know it is sad). Truly I did enjoy talking, cooking, quiet times, and just being together. I am mighty lucky and I am looking forward to the end of this month when I am visiting him again.

A Matter of Definition

The topic of private or witnessed spanking comes up quite a bit on some of the groups I belong to, especially Crimson Moon around party time. I used to think it was pretty cut and dry. Private meant you and one other person, and witnessed was others watching. But I think there is more to it than that. So I thought I would share my definitions of these terms and when I think each may or may not be appropriate in my opinion and, actually, for me. I can't speak about what works for anyone else.

So the first type is a private spanking. I think there are two types. One is the spanker and spankee together and one may be a spanking where another person is involved. For example if I was being disciplined for something I had done that affected someone else they may very well have the right to witness the spanking. It would still be private from anyone uninvolved. I also feel that discipline spankings are best handled in private, they are two personal/intimate for a public display. I also feel intensely erotic spankings are best done privately for obvious reasons. Privacy, from my point of view, includes closed doors and a reasonable assurance that you can't be heard if the goings on get a bit loud.

When I get disciplined it usually means no clothes and this is another reason for privacy. I know being spanked for being a bad girl may involve a certain amount of embarrassment but I don't want to be humiliated. That is not part of what I need or want. A fiery red bottom is great but a fiery red face is not necessary in my opinion.

Now to open the category of witnessed spankings just a little further it could also include a small group of spankos who are getting together for some fun or play spanking. Perhaps a spanking bench is used. While the group may witness the spankings it is not open to the public and, in my definition, would be people who have a certain comfort level with each other.

Which brings us to public spankings. Now in the context of a spanking party atmosphere these have come to mean spankings given in a party room where any party attendee may be present. In this context it only refers to those in the lifestyle/scene.

But what about the wider public? How about those fabulous outdoor spanking fantasies that have the (very rare but possible) viewing of vanilla public? Is a couple of swats on the bottom in a grocery store a public spanking? See what I mean, so much of it is definition.

And how do I feel about it?

1. Discipline is a private matter for me whether I am the top or the bottom

2. No problem being spanked for fun or play in front of others in the lifestyle although if it were a large party group I would probably want the only bare part of me to be my bottom.

3. Still hoping that I get to live that outdoor spanking fantasy as long as the possibility of being seen is almost nil.

4. Erotic spanking is private, always.

5. Certainly never mind a little swat on the backside over my clothes in public.

So? Where are your boundaries?

Nonsensical Spanking Moments

Just thought I would throw out a few comments that often take place during spankings but really don't make much sense at all. Keep in mind I don't expect any of these to disappear in the near future, they are just too much a part of the tradition

• For example, the lovely lady with the dire threat that heads this post.I am going to whip you into shape.

Now how in the world is a whip going to change the shape of someone. More than likely it will whip you out of shape since you will since you will be ducking, dodging, or huddling on the ground in a ball trying to avoid the whip that is supposed to improve your shape

• Of course it hurts, spankings are supposed to hurt

Duh! We already know that. The only reason we yell it hurts is that if we yell what we may be thinking it will hurt a whole lot more.

• This will hurt me a lot more than it hurts you.

Ok I will get to this one when I stop laughing.

• I am speaking to you young (lady or man)

Now I am actually not complaining about this. I am 56 and when I am getting spanked is the only time anyone thinks I am young. But you must admit it is certainly a strange way to address someone my age.

• Come over here, we are having a discussion

Now in my opinion the spanker should be spanked for telling fibs. Somehow this never means the kind of discussion where people talk sensibly about a subject. This discussions is usually the spanker addressing your backside as he spanks it and you agree or admit to just about anything.

• Are you ever going to do this again?

Since this comment usually comes towards the end of the spanking what fool is going to say, "OH yes I plan to do it again next Friday, lets get it on the calendar."

• You need a good old fashioned spanking

Oh really and if it is old fashioned what is that lexan paddle doing in your hand.

• Do you deserve this spanking

Talk about a loaded question. Of course the expected answer is Yes Sir or Maam or just yes of course I do. Any other answer will keep the spanking going on even longer without even the chance to explain why you believe you don't deserve it.

• Is this what happens to bad girls/boys

Well evidently yes it is. Otherwise my butt would not be burning.

For the time being, these are the ones that have occured to me. But of course there is always the question, "Are you enjoying this?". Now depending on the situation I will gasp out one of two answers.

1. No, I swear I will never do it again

2. Oh God yes, harder, please

And please consider the fact that all this was written with a big grin on my face.

The Stinging Light of Wisdom and Many Thanks

Yes this is so true. I know I often feel quite enlightened when my bottom has been lit up. Certain subjects suddenly reveal themselves in stunning clarity. For example, when my bottom is burning it would never occur to me that chocolate even tastes good. After five minuites with a hairbrush why I can clearly see why I must go to the Dr. When I hear discussions prefaced with young lady I suddenly realize the error of my ways.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to keep that light from burning out and leaving me in the darkness of being stubborn and disobeying. I will let you know what I come up with.

I also want to thank PK for putting my story up for Fantasy Friday. I certainly hope you all enjoyed it. I loved writing it. And I did appreciate the comments left at New Beginnings about the story.

I promise to finish up the story of Caryn and Alexander that I left hanging at part 1. I definitely should be spanked for that. Any volunteers?!

My Need and Desire to be Spanked

I am an owner of a Yahoo group and I am sure you can guess our basic topic of discussion. This is my second group. My first group disappeared. I woke up one morning to find it had been deleted. I never did find out why.

After the last group disappeared and I decided I had to start again, I needed a new name. I kept playing around with the word need in the title because for me, this is most decidedly a need. I need to be spanked. It is just that plain. It reinforces that someone cares about me and what I do. It helps me stay on track in my personal life. I not only want to please myself but demonstrate my respect and caring for the man watching out for me. I don't mean this as age regression because I don't do that, but there is a part of me that is about eight years old and needs to be spanked when she does wrong. But spanked with caring and compassion. Never spanked with harshness and cruelty. I also need to be spanked when life becomes overwhelming. Spanking has therapuetic benefits for me. It certainly is different than being punished but it is such a help in letting go of anxiety and tension at difficult times.

So there is a definite need, but as I thought about it, I realized there is more to all of this. I have a burning desire to be spanked at other times as well. The feeling is overwhelming and with the right person I lose myself to him and the feeling of being spanked. I want and desire those sensations. And I don't want to have to do the wrong things to get them. Sometimes the desire is temporarily quenched with play spanking, and sometimes that just reinforces how deep it is.

It has also become very clear to me that I need and desire my partner's pleasure. So if he has a need or desire similar to mine I have no problem turning the tables and spanking him with the same care and compassion I expect. It doesn't really matter what percent top or bottom either of us is. That is a moot point. We are who we are. What is important is meeting that need that helps make our lives more comfortable and organized. And meeting the desire that is a physical craving so similar to other human physical desires. So that is where the name of my group came from. It is truly about our needs and desires. What I would love to find out is how you all feel about this. I do hope you will do more than just agree or disagree. How does this need and/or desire make itself known in your life?

Spanking Ditties

I knew I wouldn't have much time to post today. Since I am the most haphazard housekeeper on the planet, I knew I would be cleaning like crazy this morning since my "older brother" is dropping by. And I certainly expect to be spanked, in fact I know I will, but I didn't want to add a punishment spanking for his walking into what might look like a construction zone. Ok I am exagerating but you get the idea. And in case you are wondering about the picture, he is exceedingly fond of hairbrushes.

Of course tomorrow or the next day I can give a delicious description of spankings received. But for today I thought I would give you a few comical thoughts on how often spankings ought to be given.

A spanking a year,
Makes life dull and quite drear

A spanking each month or two
Makes cold backsides turn blue

A spanking each week
And life is not quite as bleak

But a spanking a day
Makes bottoms shout Hooray!

Oh and a spanking a minute,
Sorry can't see anyone buyin' into it.

Sweet Surrender-M/f spanking fiction

I thought I would post a story I wrote quite awhile ago. Just a comment,.I have posted this at another site where some folks got quite upset at the notion of discipline for diabetics. First of all this is fiction, secondly I am not suggesting anyone be disciplined for anything, that is a personal choice, thirdly I would never suggest discipline as a way to control blood sugar that is out of control due to stress or illness and lastly I am a diabetic and so I do have some experience in these matters.

Sweet Surrender

Ross sat dejectedly at the kitchen table. His mood was in direct opposition to the beautiful spring weather outside the window. Breezes blew the blue checked curtains back and forth. He could hear his wife Eve out in the garden singing her favorite songs as she worked on her beloved flower beds.He sighed as he glanced at the small black glucose monitor in one hand and the pile of candy wrappers on the table. The monitor had a reading of 185 and the empty wrappers certainly provided the reason for the elevated reading.

Eve had been diagnosed with diabetes six months ago and was struggling to maintain healthy blood sugar levels. Ross was careful not to bring any sugary treats in the house. And although Eve did a good job of controlling her consumption of most foods, she could not resist candy. She just could not control her craving for it.Ross shuddered when he thought of the complications diabetics faced if blood sugar was not controlled. He could not imagine his Eve facing those horrible consequences.He rubbed his head as he thought of all the ways he had tried to help her. Praising her for when she did well, disapproval when she did not, begging, pleading, bringing her sugar free treats. Nothing worked.At the end of his rope he could think of only one alternative and one only. Discipline.

Ross and Eve had always enjoyed spanking as a playful erotic activity. Ross had never spanked her with anything but his hand and never left her bottom with anything but a dark, pink glow.This would be different. He went to the bedroom to set things up and rehearse what he would do and say. Several times he almost gave up. He hated the idea of hurting Eve but he hated the physical damage she could be doing to herself even more.

With a determined but heavy heart he went down to the kitchen an d called through the window, " Eve, baby could you come in here please"." Sure just a minute" was the cheerful reply. In a minute Eve was in the kitchen doorway brushing garden soil from her hands. She went to the sink and got a glass of cold water. "Boy am I ever thirs......" her voice stopped as she stared at the kitchen table. "Hey what are you doing with my monitor? Are you spying on me"? Her eyes narrowed."No", Ross answered calmly. "I’m worried about you and 185 is an unacceptable number as you well know.".

"Oh honey, I’ll get it under control. It just takes awhile." Plump but pretty Eve put her arms around her husband’s waist and smiled as she gazed up at the solemn _expression in his brown eyes..

Ross shook his head, "No Eve we have tried it your way and now we will be controlling it my way. He took her hand and led her to the bedroom door.

Eve began to giggle. "Ross its the middle of the....."her voice died off as she looked at their bed. Arranged in a row was a heavy wooden ruler, Rosse’s belt, and her own oval wooden hairbrush. "Ross" she said questioningly with fear creeping into her voice.

"Eve", he said with a stern _expression. "Today we are going to try a new way to help you with your sugar problem." He looked into her questioning eyes. "I am going to spank you...hard, not for fun."

Eve’s eyes widened, "Nooo Ross I will try harder, I promise I will."

"No Eve, no more broken promises". Ross pulled Eve to the bed as she tried to pull away from him. "Eve, don’t make this worse than it already is". He sat on the bed and pulled her over his lap[. He put one arm tight around her waist and explained, "Your blood sugar was 185. That’s 85 points higher than it should be. The only reason is overindulging in candy.. Eve began to try and squirm away. He brought his hand down hard on the seat of her shorts. "Stop it or I promise this will be more severe." She stopped wriggling but he could feel her body tense up. "You are going to get 85 smacks. 60 with my hand and 25 with the hairbrush. If we ever have to repeat this I will add another implement each time..

As he pulled her shorts down to her knees Eve began to speak in a panicky voice, "Honey I can’t take that much I know I can’t."As his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties he spoke, " You know what to say if its too much, but I expect you to take it because you know you deserve it."

Eve was silent.The spanking began.Ross brought his hand down hard and fast across Eve’s cheeks from one side to the other. She began to whimper and moan. He moved from side to side, up and down darkening her bottom with the imprint of his hand. Soon Eve was crying and begging him to stop. "Please please I’ll never do it again".

As his hand continued to fall he answered, "I hope so baby, I certainly do".When Ross reached 60 he stopped. His hand felt like it was on fire and he could feel the heat coming off Eve’s maroon bottom. She was sobbing steadily. He took a deep breath. "OK Eve you get two minutes to catch your breath then the hair brush. Eve sobbed relentlessly while Ross silently watched the two minutes tick by. Without a word he picked up the hairbrush and brought it down firmly on Eve’s backside between her two cheeks. She howled and kicked her legs.

The brush came down 24 times each one producing a panicky cry and a pleading," Nooo more".When Ross finished he tossed the brush aside, put his arms around his weeping wife and drew her gently back on the bed beside him. He reached for a bottle of aloe lotion and in a moment was very gently rubbing some into Eve’s burning bottom.

He rubbed her back and smoothed her hair as he crooned, "There love its all over now. Its all over and all is forgiven. Please don’t make me ever have to do this again baby." He continued to rock and soothe her. Her crying slowed to halting sobs and finally stopped. Ross held her close, "Eve are you ever going to talk to me again"?His wife pulled back and gazed into the eyes she loved. She touched his face gently.

"Yes", she murmured. "Thank you"

...that is what learning is. You suddenly understand something you've understood all your life, but in a new way Doris Lessing

In Our Lives How Do We Commit

Sorry I have been gone for a few days but two of my friends got married. Their entire wedding was done by all their friends and family so I was busily baking and building a cupcake tower. I also was honored to be asked to read the poem I wrote for them at the ceremony.

Now both of my friends are vanilla. However, Mike(the groom)knows all about me and my lifestyle. So this wedding was definitely you may kiss the bride and no hint of you may spank the bride, or the groom for that matter. But as I watched their wonderful ceremony that they created and wrote, they got to the part where they exchanged rings. For the first time I realized that each places the ring on the other one's finger. They don't hand the ring over so you can put it on yourself. I had never really thought of that before. It struck me that it is similar to someone placing a collar or bracelet on you as a submissive. Both of my friends allowed the other to place the ring on them and say, With this ring I marry you.

So I began thinking about my own situation since I do have a partner I love very much. Now I have nothing against rings at all but I started looking at the alternatives. I have thought about collars before but only certain types. Please understand I am not criticizing anyone else's choice, just discussing what my preference would be.

So I thought about rings, collars, bracelets, and ankle bracelets. Rings, of course, are highly tradtional and signify a never ending circle or a non ending relationship. Rings are not, however, put on with the stipulation that you cannot remove them without your partner's permission. My wedding back in 1974 was very traditional in this way and we exchanged rings which we mutually agreed to remove seven years later. I was not in a spanking relationship at the time and, in fact, thought I was extremely weird for even having those thoughts. I have not been married again since then.

Now the topic of collars is usually one that really generates conversation. First of all I must admit I could never wear a tight leather collar or anything that even resembled an animal collar. I would find that humiliating, although I have no problem with those that don't find it uncomfortable. I could and would, however, wear a necklace type collar that was put on me and locked on with only one person having the key to that lock. Since I am a switch I do believe he might have to demonstrate his committment by a similar act, but perhaps not a neck collar depending on his feelings about jewelry. In fact I am beginning to become quite attracted to this idea.

My feelings would be before a regular ceremony the two of us would have a special private ceremony, perhaps witnessed by a few friends that are like minded. We would share with each other our willingness to obey certain rules and enter into an agreement that our partner would have the right, and indeed the responsibility to punish when necessary. Of course, by this point we would have discussed and developed this relationship already. This would be the time to place the collar and lock it. I do believe some fine alternatives are bracelets that lock as well. Ankle bracelets are lovely and I do wear them, but having one you can never take off is very impractical from my point of view. Consider pantyhose, tights, and socks during colder weather. It would make for a very uncomfortable alternative.

The types of collars I have looked at are lovely pieces of jewelry that often have locking hearts or other symbolic pieces on them that are special for that couple. After this short private ceremony, there might be a more traditional ceremony for a larger number of family and friends, with the traditional exchange of rings. Again, for a couple in this lifestyle I believe it is important to write your own vows. I would want to give my partner my willing gift of obedience and, if he is so inclined, accept the same from him.

I also think another lovely alternative are each of us exchanging bracelets that lock on. Since they can come in both men and women's sizes this might be a lovely alternative to collaring.

Now you may be wondering why I feel this need. Again, as in previous posts, I am not sure how to explain it, but I think it would be a beautiful indication of a different type of committment than that of the traditional marriage ceremony. But I should also add, I would want it as part of a ceremony we create, not just something we do some afternoon. My feelings about spanking go deeper than play (although I love that too). I want to be care about and for. I want to be protected and cherished even though I am respected as an adult. And, oh, how I want to provide those same options to my lover should he want that as part of our vow and promise to each other.

So now that I have gone on and on, I wonder....how do some of you feel about this subject? Do you feel a need for this or is it just an unnecessary symbol? I do hope I get some comments on this. It is a subject that is much on my mind lately. As with many such topics where spanking is concerned, I never thought I would ever even consider it. Just shows how wrong you can be.

Oh and I also think on our wedding night a good hairbrush spanking might get things started off on the right...."foot", so to speak.

The Power of Aftercare

I am an absolute stickler for aftercare. It doesn't matter if I am on the giving or receiving end, aftercare is crucial from my perspective. And I believe it is crucial for both Tops and bottoms.



What is aftercare?



Probably makes sense to let you know what I think is included in this category. Yes, I include the traditional time to rub on some healing lotion or gel. Just a quick check of ingredients to make sure there is no alcohol in it. Even the most gentle of lotions will burn a spanked bottom if there is alcohol in it. However, some people start and end with lotion. I believe there is much more.



For the spankee reassurance that all is forgiven, if this is a punishment spanking, is crucial. If it is a therapy spanking then it is appropriate to reassure that the issue is now resolved and you can let go of it. There is nothing more comforting to me than to realize the slate is clean and I know it won't be brought up over and over again. I paid the price and the issue is resolved.



For the spanker reassurance is also critical. This person has just finished inflicting a painful experience on someone they care for. They need to be reassured that what they did was appreciated not resented. I always thank the person who spanks me. After all they are taking the time to set me straight and to demonstrate caring. If it is a fun or Just Because spanking I am sure to let them know how much enjoyment I got out of it.



Both parties need to hug and caress each other. This does not necessarily need to be erotic, it can just be caring and comforting. If the spankee is crying, then they need to be soothed and allowed to cry it out. This is often the time for soft, caring words. I know I love hearing that I am not only his naughty girl but his beautiful woman. If appropriate it is a good time to tell the spankee how proud you are of their acceptance of the spanking and how well they took it. The amount and extent of this will vary from couple to couple. And just my opinion, I don't think there is one right or wrong way to do this.

When does aftercare occur

Now I am walking out onto a limb with this one. I believe it should occur immediately following the spanking. I do not believe in sending someone off into a corner or alone into another room after a spanking. After all a spanking is supposed to be an act of caring, why would you send someone away from you after you have demonstrated caring.

I understand there are differences of opinion on this. The first time my partner gave me a punishment spanking he hugged me afterwards and told me to go to the corner. I did as told, of course. It lasted about 30 seconds when he called me back. He said, "You belong in my arms, not trembling and crying in a corner." I couldn't agree more. He held me on his lap and rubbed my back and wiped away my tears. It was one of the most incredibly touching moments I have ever experienced.

That leads me to another reason for immediate aftercare. It is a time of reconnection for the couple involved. This is most crucial with people who are in a longer term relationship. Aftercare gives an immediate opportunity for the two of you to reach that place where you forgive, love, and demonstrate care and concern.

The big controversy....intimate contact

First of all, I regard spanking itself as intimate contact. If I am being punished I am usually nude over his knee or over two pillows on the bed with nothing left to the imagination. Now it might just be me, but it doesn't get much more intimate than that. It is also a fact that the act of spanking is stimulating a pretty important erogenous zone, which is why many spankees demonstrate sexual excitement during a spanking even though they may not be aware of it. I have yet to be spanked for any reason without my body becoming sexually charged. It is nothing I can stop or, for that matter, force to occur.

Now I also believe there is not a thing wrong with being intimate with the person you love after all the smoke clears from your burning bottom. Oh I know lots of people find this highly inappropriate and I respect their right to their opinion. But I believe that after all the talking and comforting is over, after each party is reassured there is nothing more beautiful than making love.

It may or may not occur immediately, in fact for me it usually doesn't occur until after I doze off for awhile. No I am not joking around at all. Getting spanked, especially severely, makes me very sleepy. And there is nothing more wonderful than falling asleep for a short nap in the arms of the man that just demonstrated how much he cares for me by spanking my backside.

But after that nap, well let me just say that all bets are off. I find spanking very stimulating and I don't see a thing wrong with the two of us expressing that feeling. To be honest writing about it is waking all kinds of little demons up. Amazing what just the word spanking can do to me.

Further care

It is most appropriate, I believe, for the spanker to check out the spankee's backside from time to time for bruising or any other problems. Further applications of lotion are also appropriate. Calloused skin is not what anyone wants if they are a spankee. Bruised skin should also be massaged to be sure circulation is good through that area.

But after this point the spankee should not be reminded of what they did wrong. I know there is a possible feeling that this is a good time to say, "now you won't do that again will you." Anything along those lines needed to be said right after the spanking. Once someone is forgiven the matter is closed.

Individual Considerations

Obviously aftercare can take many forms, but it is not just rubbing on a little lotion and letting the person up off your lap. Spanking is an intimate form of communication whether it is punishment or play and the spankee demonstrates a great amount of trust by placing themselves in those positions. Please keep this in mind. Spanking is wonderful but aftercare increases just how amazing it can be. Don't neglect this crucial step.

Some lotions that work well for me

Aloe Vera gel, Shea butter, Honeybun spanking cream, Vitaman E cream, gentle oils, especially KY warming massage oil.

Oh and spankees, that warming massage oil is very nice for a post spanking back rub for the person who just demonstrated such care and concern for you!

Taking A Stand-The next part of Joe and Corinne's story

Taking a Stand
Part 1

Corinne sat on the hospital gurney in the skimpy white gown with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She sat silently, occasionally feeling tears trickling down her face. She felt cold and shaky, hardly able to comprehend what had happened to her.

It had all been so fast, almost like film run at high speed. She had stepped out of her office building into the darkness of a winter evening. She pulled her scarf tighter around her neck and started toward the train station. Before she realized what was happening a hand clamped around her mouth and another one started pulling at the shoulder strap of her purse. Fear had paralyzed her momentarily, but adrenalin flooding her system soon had her remembering that she had weapons at her disposal. A menacing voice growled,” Give up the purse lady."

Corinne relaxed then tensed her muscles. She lifted her left foot and spiked her heel down on her attacker's foot at the same moment she bit down on his palm with her teeth. He howled, grabbed her hair with one hand and punched her in the face with his other. She responded by lifting her knee aiming between his legs but hitting his stomach. He pulled her to the ground as she screamed, "FIRE" as loud as she could. Her attacker was startled enough to kick her once in the ribs and then take off running as he saw others further up the street turn back upon hearing the word fire.

As he ran off, footsteps echoing off the pavement, several people ran back towards Corinne. She lay on the ground trying to catch her breath, after the kick in the side. Two strangers knelt next to her while another dialed 911 on their cell phone. One man advised they not move her but just try to keep her warm until paramedics arrived. He covered her with his coat and she looked up at him gratefully. A woman knelt by her side, held her hand and spoke soothing words. Corinne closed her eyes, grateful that nothing worse had happened to her, he hadn't even gotten her purse. She could hear the wail of the approaching siren. And at that moment all she could think of was, "Joe, where are you?"

Corinne and Joe had met six months earlier when Joe had picked Corinne up as his last fare of the day. Joe drove a cab and Corinne was a team leader in a huge advertising agency but they had found instant connections. They were both attracted to each other immediately and on many levels, but the final connection had been made when Joe had spanked Corinne for her outrageous behavior that day.

Since that time they had spent a great deal of time in each other's company. They enjoyed many of the same activities and the first time Joe had suggested going to an art gallery opening, Corinne had prompted a huge laugh from him with her open mouthed amazement. She had since learned that he was a very multi faceted individual.

Their physical attraction was incredible; Joe was tender and so loving. But he was also a very dominant male. Spanking became a sensuous and loving form of erotic activity but there was the other side of it. Joe was determined to keep Corinne safe from harm regardless of how savvy she was or experienced. He had certain rules that he expected her to obey without question. If she broke them she could expect discipline. Hard spankings, standing in a corner, and being sent to bed were just several of his consequences. However, he was also very loving and forgiving afterwards. She was shocked, at first, to hear herself thanking him for caring enough about her to spank her. But it soon became a natural part of her feelings and their relationship.

Though they did not live together they did have keys to each house and spent many nights in each other's arms. Corinne felt she loved him more with each day that passed. Never had a man understood her so completely or connected with her on so many levels.

She gloried in making love with Joe. The kisses, caresses, and yes, the spanking was amazing. There was never anything casual or formulaic about their time together. Each experience lifted her higher than she had ever been in her life. And the stinging burn his hand left behind countered by the gentle caressing circles left her breathless.

Her shoulders slumped lower as she thought of Joe. She knew the hospital staff had called him; she had given them his number. And she knew he would come running. But how she hated to have him see her like this.

She knew her face was bruised and swollen, her eyes were red from crying and she could hardly sit up from the pain in her side. They had tried to give her pain medication but she refused it. She was going to tough this out. Her guilt at what had happened was beginning to overwhelm her.

Joe had told her many times that if she worked late she was not to ever try to take the train home. He told her that her safety came first and walking alone in that area after everyone else was long gone was a dangerous risk. All she had to do was have the doorman call a cab or she could call him and he would get there as quickly as he could. He was very insistent even though she told him she thought he was being overprotective. She remembered him taking her face gently in his hands, "Corinne"; he had said tenderly, "there is no such thing as overprotective when it comes to you."

Those words were coming back to haunt her now. If only she had listened, none of this would have happened.

She heard footsteps running down the hall and Joe burst through the curtain pulled around her area, his face white, and his breathing rapid. A nurse followed behind him, "Really sir, I think you need to talk to the doctor first." One look at Joe's face and she pulled the curtain and left them alone.

Joe put his arms around Corinne gently trying to hold back his own tears at the sight of her face. The feel of his warmth suddenly opened the dam and Corinne began sobbing hard.

Joe rubbed her back and crooned into her hair, "Shh Corinne, oh baby what happened. Were you in an accident? Did you fall? All they told me was that you were here in the emergency room and I needed to come immediately. Oh God Corinne, I thought..... "

He did not need to even voice the end of the thought. Corinne knew he was thinking about Lianne, his first love that had died of a stroke. Coming here tonight must have been torture for him. Her guilt intensified. She cried harder.

Joe climbed up on the gurney next to her and cradled her in his arms. He rocked her gently asking for no further explanation.

The curtain parted and a tired emergency room doctor came in with a clipboard. "Now Ms. Taylor, we got your x-rays back and you have a crack in one rib but nothing else is broken. Your face is badly bruised but no fractures in your facial bones. Very good news actually all things considered." He looked up from the clipboard, "But I really do wish you would let us give you something for the pain, you need to relax and get some relief. That rib is going to hurt for awhile and without medication sleeping will be very difficult. I also urge you to take several days off work. I will be happy to write you an excuse for that as well. And finally Ms. Taylor, I really urge you to talk to the police about this."

At the end of the doctor's little speech Corinne sat up in Joe's arms and was about to refuse all his suggestions. She was tough, and she didn't need time off or pain pills. Besides this was all her own fault.

Before a single word came out of her mouth she caught the look on Joe's face. Oh she knew that set to his jaw.

"Corinne?” he asked. Then he turned to the Dr. "I assure you that she is ready to comply with all your requests. Pain medication is an excellent idea and we both would appreciate you writing her an excuse from work. The two of us will discuss the issue with the police privately." Corinne opened her mouth to respond but a warning look from Joe and she didn't say a word. The Dr. stared from one to the other and then grinned.

"OK then, I will send the nurse in with a shot to start you off and I will give you a prescription for pain pills. In fact I can call it in to any pharmacy so you can get it on your way home."

Joe looked from Corinne to the Dr.,"Thank you very much, that would be an excellent idea," he gave the Dr. the name of the pharmacy. "Now do you think she needs to stay here overnight for observation?”

The Dr. shook his head, “No, actually I think she will be more comfortable in her own bed. There was no head injury and no sign of any internal bleeding. I think the care she will get at home will be the best medicine." He finished writing out his notes. "The nurse will be in with the shot and the excuse for work and I will call in the prescription. I know it doesn't feel like it now Ms. Taylor but you are a lucky lady." He left them alone.

Joe was beginning to understand this had been no fall on the pavement, no accident in a cab. He lifted Corinne's chin with his hand, "Are you going to tell me what's going on." His voice was gentle but firm.

At that moment the nurse appeared with medication in hand. Joe laid Corinne gently on the gurney and bared her backside for the shot. Corinne felt the cool swab and then the quick stick of the needle. She wondered for a moment if her backside would be feeling more than a quick sting after she reviewed tonight's events with Joe. Certainly he would understand that whatever had happened to her had been punishment enough for her foolish behavior and ignoring his instructions. And she could not imagine him being cruel enough to punish her while she was in pain already. That just wasn't Joe.

The nurse handed her the written excuse from work, went over the discharge instructions, and had Corinne sign them. Joe took the copy she held out. She wished Corinne good luck and smiled at them both.

Joe sighed knowing this was neither the time nor the place for explanations. Now that he knew she was alive if not quite completely well he could breathe again. He hadn't lost her.

He kissed her gently on the forehead; it hurt to even look at her poor face. "C’mon baby, I'll help you get dressed and then take you back to your house. But I am staying with you Corinne. No way are you going through this alone. And tomorrow morning you will explain what happened and just why we are going to be talking to the police.

Corinne nodded in exhaustion. Even if she had wanted to argue she found she was suddenly too sleepy to even consider it. The tension and horror of the situation along with the pain shot and the relief of having Joe there, combined to drain her body. Joe helped dress her as he would a child. He put on each piece of clothing with great care, noting that her skirt had a rip and her pantyhose were torn in several places. But tomorrow would be soon enough.

Corinne got off the gurney ready to walk out the door. "Oh no you don’t,” Joe cautioned. He lifted her in his arms, elbowed his way through the curtain and started out towards the car completely ignoring the stares of medical personnel and visitors in the ER.

Part 2-Corinne's Explanation

Taking a Stand Part 2
Corinne's explanation

Joe had barely gotten Corinne in the car and fastened her seat belt
carefully around her when it became obvious she was asleep. He gently
touched her face and winced at how swollen and bruised it was.

As he drove Joe was a whirl of conflicting emotion. More than anything he
needed to know what had happened to Corinne. He knew no explanation would be
forthcoming tonight, but he was determined that there would be no evading
the issue tomorrow. He had to know what happened, and why in the world the
police needed to be involved. The feeling that something horrific had
happened to her settled in the pit of his stomach and wouldn't leave.

He picked up the medication at the pharmacy drive up and drove silently to
Corinne's house. She slept throughout the trip. It did bring a slight smile
to his face as it always did to pull up in her driveway. He could never
forget the first day he met her and the spanking he had delivered. Actually
it totally shocked him as much as it had Corinne but he had never admitted
that to her.

Joe first went to the front door and unlocked it; he then carefully and
gently carried Corinne from the car into the house. He was able to pull the
door shut behind them and still she slept. What had she been through? His
mind continued racing.

Joe laid Corinne down carefully and undressed her gently. He didn't bother
with a nightgown, just tucked her under the comforter. He undressed silently
and crawled in next to her, holding her as close as he could without
disturbing. Now that he had her home, in bed, and in his arms he could relax
a little. Tears welled again in his eyes as he thought of losing her. He
knew sleep would not be easy tonight and he was so right.

Several hours later Corinne awoke in the dark with a stabbing pain in her
side. She tried to move and cried out. Joe sat up immediately. "What is it
baby, are you OK?

She tried to turn and face him but couldn't, it hurt too much. After another
groan, Joe realized the problem and got two pills out of the bottle he had
kept next to the bed. "It’s alright Corinne, just take these."

She took the pills out of Joe's hand and muttered, "I only think I need one.

He looked down at her in amazement. Even half asleep and in pain, she was
still incredibly stubborn. "Corinne if you don't take both pills immediately
I am going to spank your backside bruised rib or not."

This provoked an immediate if somewhat grumpy response. "Alright, alright,"
she swallowed both pills with the water Joe handed her. He helped her settle
back into his arms.

He could feel her body silently sobbing. "Sh Corinne the pills will help,
the pain will ease and you'll sleep."

She mumbled back through her tears, "Joe I was so scared, I should have
listened to you. I never should have done it."

Joe was immediately awake, "Done what Corinne, done what baby?" His voice
was firm but gentle.

But she was too far gone to make much sense. "And you weren't there Joe, oh
where were you?"

This confused him even further but he knew something very serious had
occurred and tried to think back to the rules he had set. Which one was she
talking about, what had happened?

He continued to hold and comfort her until she was asleep once more. He
remained wide awake until daylight trying to figure out what had happened
and how he might have let her down.

Corinne awoke with a throbbing face and side and horrible memories of a
nightmarish evening. Her sleep had been filled with images of what had
occurred and how much she needed Joe.

Panic filled her as she realized he was not in bed with her. "Joe", she
called out in a voice just under a scream. He came running in from the other
room.

He sat on the bed next to her, "I am right here Corinne, I was just making
coffee, I am not going anywhere." He brushed her hair back with his hand.
You young lady are stuck with me for the whole day."

Corinne tried smiling but her face hurt too much. And besides he called her
young lady which immediately woke her up to the fact that he knew she had
some part in what occurred last night. He never called her that unless they
were discussing a behavior issue.

"Corinne, I am going to get you a cup of coffee and then you are going to
tell me exactly what happened last night. And I want every word with no
excuses, I want the facts and total honesty, am I making myself clear?" This
short lecture was given in a gentle but extremely stern voice. Corinne knew
that voice very well and responded to it, "Yes I understand, but before you
get the coffee and before I tell all, I am so sorry Joe, please know that."

His sigh was audible, " Oh God baby what in the world did you do? Yes I am
sure you are sorry. And you are still going to tell me all of it."

Corinne was as sure as Joe was that she would fully confess to what happened
but she knew in her heart that in the condition she was in, he would never
consider punishing her. She was still clinging to that hope when he arrived
with the coffee.

Joe put the coffee on the night stand and helped Corinne as she struggled to
sit up in bed. He put several pillows behind her and tucked the blanket
around her before handing her the coffee. She took a short sip and looked
him straight in the eye. "Alright Joe, let me get this over with before I
get scared again. It scares me to even think about it."

Once again he was shocked; he had seldom heard Corinne admit to fear. In
fact the only time he could remember was when he took his belt to her bottom
for the first time.

Corinne began her explanation like a professor lecturing a class, as
dispassionately as possible. "I had to work late last night, we had
deadlines and there was too much that needed to be ready for tomorrow. I
couldn't do it at home, only at the office. I didn't finish work until after
seven." She stopped and took another sip of coffee.

Joe grabbed her pain pills from the nightstand, shook one out of the bottle,
"Take this now Corinne before the pain gets to bad and then continue. You
had to work late and.....?"

Corinne took the pill, swallowed it with coffee and continued the recitation
"Well it didn't seem all that late and the doorman wasn't there when I got
off the elevator. So I decided it would be acceptable to walk to the train
station." She watched Joe's face tighten and his jaw set. She continued,
after all it wasn't that late and people are still around at that hour.
Anyway, I left the building, headed for the train station and I was mugged."
She looked very satisfied with her explanation and took another sip of
coffee.

"YOU WERE mugged, my God Corinne." Joe sputtered. “Finish this story right
now, what the hell happened. All of it, every detail."

Corinne looked at him with pleading eyes that started brimming with tears.
Her nonchalant description was over, "He grabbed me from behind Joe and
tried to get my purse. Oh I was so scared I almost forgot what to do." she
began sobbing. “But I was able to spike him with my shoe and I bit the hand
he had over my mouth. He punched me." the sobbing increased but the look on
Joe's face was relentless. "Then I screamed Fire, and he kicked me in the
side and ran when he saw I had attracted attention. And oh all I wanted was
you, all I kept thinking was Joe where are you?" At this point she broke
down completely and he took away the coffee cup and held her in his arms,
gently stroking her hair. He waited for the sobbing to subside and then
began to speak. It was hard to even know what to say, part of him wanted to
jump in the cab and try to find the lowlife that did this so he could beat
the shit out of him. Part of him wanted to hold Corinne and never let her go

protect her forever, and part of him wanted to turn her over his knee and
spank the living daylights out of her, which he knew at this point in time
he could not and would not do.

"Corinne I cannot even count the number of times we have discussed the
alternatives to walking alone to the train station at that hour. Now the
doctor suggested talking to the police which you are going to do. I will
call them and I am sure they will be glad to come here and take a statement
since you are injured. You most certainly should have let them call the
police last night but we will discuss that later."

"Oh no, I don't want to talk to the police, there is just no point, I don't
even remember what he looked like, I never got a good look at his face."
Corinne's voice was starting to take on a very determined sound that Joe
recognized.

He looked at her sternly, "Corinne I am not asking you, I am telling you.
You are going to file a police report and you will do it today. Furthermore
we will delay our discussion of last night's events until you are healed and
better able to handle it emotionally. But", he said in a warning tone, “this
discussion is far from over."

Corinne thought about arguing the police report, she really did, but she
knew it would get her nowhere, but would most certainly aggravate Joe
further. She had no wish to do that at all.

He sighed and looked at her, "As for my not being there, you will never know
how sorry I am that I wasn't there when you needed me. It will haunt me
forever Corinne."

The guilt stabbed her and for a moment she wished he would give her the
spanking she absolutely knew she deserved. But he wasn't going to do that to
an injured woman. So she supposed she was stuck with the guilt trip this was
definitely going to play on her mind.

She lowered her head in confusion and shame, “No sweetheart, no. Don't say
that please, how could you have known." Tears once again began sliding down
her face. "Joe I am so very sorry."

He kissed her forehead, "I am sorry for what happened too Corinne and I
promise we are going to make sure it never happens again. I do promise you
that."

He went off to the living room, and she heard him calling the police.

Make sure it never happens again....that woke her brain right up. No he
wouldn't, he just couldn't. She had been through so much already. Surely he
meant a very stern lecture with many promises from her to never do something
so foolish again. That had to be what he meant, wasn't it?

Part 3-Recovery and Consequences
Taking a Stand-part 3

True to his word, Joe called the police as soon as he had helped Corinne get dressed and settled her on the couch with support from pillows. He had handled her as if she was made of crystal and she was incredibly touched by the care he demonstrated.

The police were very polite and kind, but also reinforced Joe's comment that she certainly should have called them last night from the hospital. Unfortunately they also agreed with Corinne's assessment that they probably would not catch him based on the information she offered. She had not really seen his face and it had all happened so fast that she barely had any memory of him except that hand over her face and the voice growling in her ear.

However, they also informed her that there had been an increased number of nighttime muggings in that area and patrols would certainly be stepped up. As they left they wished Corinne well, shook hands with Joe and assured him they would call if they had any further information.

Corinne was shocked to find herself shaking all over. It really had not been difficult talking to the police but every time she had to relive the ordeal, it was as though it was happening for the first time.

Sitting down next to her on the sofa, Joe drew Corinne gently into his arms. He could feel her shaking and held her close to him until the horror passed once again.

"OK young lady, its back to bed for you. Then you are going to tell me what movies to go rent and what you might like to eat. I will only be gone a short time. Unless you don't think you can stay alone. I could wait until later."

A small dart of fear was present as soon as Joe talked about going out, but she pushed it back. "I will be fine Joe, truly, even if you need to go to work. I can take care of myself. It doesn't hurt that bad. In fact I don't think I need to go back to bed."

Joe shook his head and spoke patiently as if explaining the facts to a small child, "No, I am not going to work today or tomorrow. And if you recall I did not ask if you needed or wanted to go back to bed. As far as taking care of you, well that discussion comes later."

She almost started to disagree and then thought better of it. Besides all this young lady and discussion business had her on full alert. Sometimes she was amazed at her responses to Joe. Six months ago if someone would have suggested she would obey rules set for her by the man in her life, or submit to a spanking if she broke them, she would have laughed and told them they must have been thinking of some other Corinne Taylor.

Yet, here she was with a man she loved more with each passing moment. And he most certainly did set rules and definitely spanked her when rules were broken. More importantly she had never found life so satisfying or fulfilling as it was now.

Given all that she decided against arguing the point and grumpily agreed to go back to bed. Joe helped her to walk and once again got her settled. They made a list of movies and what was needed at the store. While he was gone Corinne slept more deeply and with fewer interruptions than the night before.

The next three days Joe stayed home and would not even consider letting Corinne go back to work which had her somewhat impatient. Although her supervisor at work was more than happy to give her the time off. He was tremendously concerned and for the first time, since she could remember, he called her Corinne instead of Taylor, her last name.

The recovery process was faster than either Joe or Corinne imagined. Now she knew why the emergency room doctor had said she was lucky. She still felt a little sore but nothing like the way she had felt the first morning after the attack. She had to be a bit careful with her side. There was sometimes still a sharp pain but basically she was doing very well.

Except for guilt...she was wracked with guilt. Every time she looked at Joe she was reminded of how caring he had been and how all of it could have been avoided if she had done as he had asked.

Joe said no more about the incident, just cared for Corinne and treated her with loving gentleness that touched her very deeply. After four days Joe agreed she could go back to work under one condition. She had to agree to let him drive her back and forth to work for the time being. He would drive her in on the way to start his shift and pick her up when he was done. Then with a very stern look he told her there would be no overtime for now. She was ready to argue the point when she looked at his set jaw and knew it was pointless.

For the next week Joe and Corinne lived together, traveled back and forth to work together and totally enjoyed each other's company. Joe was a little quieter than usual but Corinne chalked that up to the after effects of the attack. She was extremely surprised there had been no further talk about her breaking the rules or never letting it happen again. She figured she would have to deal with the guilty consequences of this one on her own.

She was wrong.

Joe had been waiting and watching Corinne for signs of emotional and physical recovery. He had no intention of just letting this go. But Corinne had to be in the right mind set and physically healed before their discussion. He had every intention of being sure she never did something this frightening and foolish again.
So he waited out the week and a half.

Then on the second Friday after the incident Joe picked Corinne up from work and as they started off for her house said, "Corinne we have to talk."

She looked over at him somewhat surprised, "Of course Joe, about what." Something was wrong but she couldn't figure out what it was. She waited expectantly for him to start speaking. He was so quiet and then she heard a deep sigh.

"We have to discuss what happened the night of your attack. Corinne, I came so very close to losing you. And you came close to serious injury or death. You certainly didn't think I was just going to let it go. I told you that first morning that we were not finished with this discussion and that I would make sure that it never happened again. You do recall that don't you?"

Corinne tried to gulp down the lump growing in her throat, "Yes, I do recall you saying that. I just assumed you understood that I had learned from the experience and would never again do anything so foolish."

Joe took a very deep breath, "Corinne while I do believe you mean what you say right now, I also know the stubborn and sometimes foolish woman inside. You don't always learn from experience and you know how I feel about your safety. No my dear, I am not going to assume you learned from that horrific experience. I wish I could believe that, but I don't. The next time you are impatient and don't want to wait for the doorman, I know you will assume it can't happen twice."

"Now just a minute, I am not stupid, I am a very intelligent person and an adult. Do you think I want to go through that experience again?” Corinne's voice was just on the edge of anger.

"Of course you are intelligent, I am not questioning that at all. It’s just that when you want things your own way you don't always do as you should. Corinne I have to make sure you don't do this again." Joe's voice remained patient and level.

Daylight dawned on Corinne, "If you think you are going to spank me for this...don't you think I have been through enough. How much punishment do I have to go through?" As she argued she knew she was wrong but her stubborn side was not about to recognize or give in.

Joe spoke softly and intensely, "Yes, sadly I am planning to spank you. Most certainly Corinne. And you knew this was coming if you are honest with yourself. I had to wait until you were healed, I would never harm you. I certainly recognize what you have been through and as I promised we are going to make sure it never happens again. And I am going to spank you harder than I ever have, and I am going to punish you both tonight and tomorrow."

Corinne sat up straight as her jaw dropped, "You can't be serious, this is absolutely unreasonable. How can you even think of doing that to me? No, Joe this is way out of line."

"Corinne you agreed to this part of our relationship a long time ago, and put disciplinary decisions in my hands, literally. You can't now decide that is out of my hands and up to you. And beside that I know you understand you deserve this and need the release of guilt it will provide." Again his words were stern but soft. Not a harsh word was spoken.

She knew he was right but a part of her rose in rebellion, "Well then Joe I take back my consent. I won't let you do this. I am saying NO." She folded her arms over her chest and stared out the front window.

Joe was shocked into silence. There was no sound in the car other than the engine for several minutes. Finally Joe spoke,"Alright Corinne if that is your final word..."

"It most certainly is.", she announced with a conviction she was not sure of.

"You are correct, if you withdraw consent I will not spank you, I will drop you off at your house." Joe was fighting to maintain his composure and not lose his temper. He hardly ever did but right now it was a battle.

"Well I didn't mean you had to leave, you know that," Corinne said in some confusion.

Joe shook his head as he pulled into the driveway, "You can't have it both ways Corinne. You can't give and withdraw in a relationship. If this is no longer what you want then you don't want me. It is a part of me to watch over you and take care of you. I can't change who I am nor do I want to. So I will let you have your way but then we can't have each other," He was glad it was starting to get dark so she could not see the tears in his eyes.

Corinne sat a moment in shocked silence. This was not what she wanted. She opened the door of the car in confusion and uncertainty. But something inside would not relent. Without another word she slammed the door and left Joe sitting alone as she went into the house. She shut the door behind her and her head dropped at the sound of his car driving away. Tears began dripping down her face.

She wanted to run down the street after his car but a part of her mind kept saying, "He is being unreasonable, how could he want to do that to me." At the same time she knew he didn't want to but felt he needed to.

Suddenly panic filled her, no this was wrong, she needed him, all of him, just as he was.

With shaking hands she pulled out her cell phone and punched Joe's number. It rang once and then she heard, "What is it Corinne, are you alright?"

She spoke softly through her tears, "Joe please come back, please. I don't want you to change. I know I broke our rules and I know the consequences, please come back, don't leave me."

Joe heard the panic, “Are you sure Corinne, really sure? I don't want you to be pushed into this if you don't want it. But I can only be who I am."

Without hesitation she answered, "Come back to me Joe, please."

He hung up and turned the car around. When he pulled back into the driveway Corinne was at the door looking small and scared. He got out of the car and went to her. He hugged her to him and kissed the top of her head.

"Alright young lady, let's get this over with, at least for tonight. Go to the corner right now>" For the first time Corinne went straight to the corner without a sign of defiance.

Joe went to gather what he wanted. Corinne stood in the corner shaking but so relieved he had come back and although she was not looking forward to this, she was looking forward to getting rid of the guilt.

It seemed like ages until she heard his voice, "Come here young lady." Stern, quiet but insistent. No turning back now.

She went to him, her head hanging. She stood between his legs as he sat on the couch. Panic coursed through her as she saw the hairbrush lying on the coffee table. Joe began, “Corinne I know you understand what you are being spanked for. You broke the rule regarding coming home after hours and it resulted in a situation that caused you serious injury and could have been much worse. Your welfare means everything to me and I mean to see you never ever do this again."

Tears ran down her face as he lectured but she said nothing. Her regret filled her completely.

"Take your clothes off young lady, everything, and right now." The insistent voice continued.

This shook Corinne; he had never required her to remove all her clothing. Oh God what was he going to do. Her mind whirled but instinctively she trusted Joe and knew he would not do anything abusive or cruel. She removed her clothing as he sat silently rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

She finally stood before him, totally vulnerable. He ached to see her looking so distraught but was unwavering in what had to be done.

Without a word he pulled Corinne over his lap. He positioned her and put his left leg over both of hers locking them so she could not move. She closed her eyes knowing how severe this would be.

"Now young lady I am going to reinforce the fact that you will follow the rules we have agreed to so I never have to do this again, and you never put either of us through that horrible ordeal. I am going to spank you with my hand and the brush. And tomorrow you will be spanked with the belt. Do you understand?"

Corinne had barely choked out, "Yes", when the first crack landed on her backside. She bit back the yelp. Joe was not one to make her wait and began to rain down spanks on her reddening bottom. It was the hardest spanking he had ever given anyone. He spanked every inch of her bottom; hard rapid spanks many on the same spot one right after another. He spanked at the tops of her thighs. Corinne began to sob and beg, "Oh God that's enough, I am so sorry Joe, I will never do anything that stupid again. Oh please." Tears ran down her face. She lost count of how many times that hard hand rose and fell.

Joe stopped and stood Corinne up, "In the corner now Corinne and I want you to think about why I am doing this and what you will never do again. I don't just want bare bottom promises, I want to be sure we don't go through this issue again."

Corinne walked to the corner holding her bottom with both hands and sobbing harder than she ever had in her life. She stood in the corner, totally nude, totally exposed, knowing her scarlet bottom was on display. Joe spoke, “Put your hands on your head, no rubbing, just thinking."

As Corinne did as she was told, Joe sat on the couch. Part of him was absolutely captivated by the sight of Corinne in the corner with that extremely dark red bottom. Another part wished he did not have to do what was coming next, but he knew he did. He was also set on teaching an unforgettable lesson.

It felt like hours before she heard Joe's voice, "Come here Corinne."

She walked back silently, her backside burning but no defiance left. She understood this man so well and he understood her and her needs equally well.
"Alright young lady, what did you think about in the corner?"

Without hesitation she answered, "I thought about what a foolish risk I took by breaking the rules because of my own stubbornness. I deserve whatever I get and I am so sorry Sir for what I have done."

Joe recognized the submissive tone but this time it wasn't enough. Once again she found herself over his lap looking at the carpet as chills of panic raced through her. How much more could she take? She was about to find out.

She felt the cool wood of the brush rest on her bottom, "I know you understand what you did was wrong but I am going to make sure this is unforgettable.” With that the brush began smacking into her backside. She yelled in spite of herself, oh it stung so bad. She was sure her backside would go up in flames. Joe spanked back and forth from one side to the other, each cheek getting an equal dose of discipline. Her legs trapped between his tried to kick and her back arched as she cried and screamed. Finally she collapsed over his lap, sobbing, totally submitting.

He noted her bottom beginning to turn reddish purple and stopped knowing what he still had to finish tomorrow. He put the brush down and rubbed her back. "Alright baby we are finished for tonight." He picked up the bottle of lotion and rubbed some gently into her punished bottom. Then he lifted her up onto his lap gently. She hissed as her bottom made contact with his leg. "You are going to bed now Corinne. And tomorrow I will finish your spanking. I know it seems harsh but I made a promise to you, I took a stand and I can't let you down."

She put her head down on his shoulder, "I understand Joe, I am sorry and not just because of how much it hurts, but how much I hurt you and myself with unthinking behavior."

He rubbed her back briefly. “Go to bed Corinne, I will be in later. You need to think about what happened and what will happen tomorrow."

She silently got up, gathered her clothes and went to the bedroom. She left her clothes on the dresser and got into bed knowing any nightshirt or panties would do nothing than rub against her burning skin. She crawled into bed thinking she would never get to sleep. Tears ran down her face and her hands could not help but rub the bruised skin of her backside. However, serious spankings have a way of making you very sleepy indeed and Corinne soon fell asleep. When Joe came to bed he got quietly into bed without touching or disturbing her. He was also exhausted and emotionally drained and soon was asleep.

The next thing Corinne knew there was sunlight streaming through the window. As she stirred in bed she gasped at the intense stinging pain on her bottom. She got up without disturbing and went into the bathroom. She looked back at her bottom in the full length mirror. Her eyes widened. It was still red with small purple bruises at the top of her thighs. Oh God he was going to spank her again. How would she ever handle this? Stabs of fear attacked her.

Joe awoke to the sound of Corinne running water in the bathroom. The water turned off and she walked silently into the bedroom looking at him with pleading eyes. He sat up in bed. This had to be taken care of now, he couldn't let it go and he was not willing to make anxiety a part of what she had to go through. No, waiting was over, there had been a long enough delay. He stood up silently and laid the two pillows on the middle of the bed. He then went to the closet and took his belt off the hook. Corinne closed her eyes anticipating burning agony.

Joe spoke softly but insistently, "Lay down over the pillows Corinne." As she hesitated, "Now Young lady, right now."

Corinne once again placed herself in a position of vulnerability trusting that he would know how much she could and must handle. No further lecturing was necessary. Only one statement, “You will never do this again Corinne, never."

The strap swished through the air and landed right across the middle of her bottom. She tried to hold it back but the yelp escaped her and increased in intensity as the strap landed relentlessly on an already sore backside.

Joe spanked up and down her backside with his belt but avoided her bruised thighs. After two dozen serious belt strokes he stopped. Corinne was limp and crying over the pillows. God he was glad this was over. Once again he rubbed lotion gently into her sore and maroon skin which now bore welts from the belt.

However this time he helped her off the pillows and laid next to her on the bed, holding her very close as she cried. "Shh, Corinne, it’s all over now and you know you are forgiven. Oh God I love you Corinne, don't ever scare me like that again." He rubbed her back and kissed her face. He wiped her tears.

She spoke in a tear clogged voice, “I am so sorry, and you are totally right Joe. I am sorry for everything and you were right to take a stand and not let me get away with it. Thank you for loving me so, I love you too. Don't ever let me go please. I will never question your right to punish me again. And Joe, I won't ever do that again, I do promise you." She looked into his eyes, "This is not a bare bottom promise, I mean it with my whole heart and soul." She knew for several days her bottom would serve as an excellent reminder of her promise. Her guilt was also gone with the words of forgiveness he spoke. And as always as the punishment ended and the guilt subsided another burning joined with the one her bottom was suffering. And she knew Joe well enough to know he would certainly quench that one before too much time passed. Once, more she spoke, “Never Joe, I will never disobey you regarding walking alone after dark."

He held her close and smiled as he noted the conditional nature of her promise. Yes, he really thought that he had insured that this would never happen again. He had taken a stand, she had submitted and by God he believed she truly would never do it again. At least this rule was imprinted on her mind and temporarily on her backside. As for the others well time would tell.

But for now he believed every word she spoke. They held each other as closely as they could, their bodies melting into one another. And for now they slept in each other's arms. There would be time for other comfort later and forever.

The end...at least of this episode

Happy Birthday To Me! Oh yes!

I decided to do my first post about my visit with my wonderful "older brother" on the subject of my birthday spanking. As you may know I have led a terribly deprived life and this is the first birthday spanking I have ever had. Believe me it won't be the last.

For those who are detail oriented he used his hand and my wonderful purple paddle. When that paddle is not used in punishment mode it leaves such an exquisite sting and tingle. I never knew whether the smacks with his hand were going to be "love pats" or old fashioned spanks. So delicious.

He had me straddle one leg and lean over as I would for otk. That made squirming and wiggling extremely sensual. My bottom was caressed and rubbed so much that I couldn't help moaning. God I am naughty! He also touched me in lovely erotic ways that made this a most amazing spanking indeed. I can honestly say it was better than chocolate birthday cake.

We both lost count of how many spanks I actually ended up with, we never even tried to keep track of how many times I was touched, rubbed, and caressed in the most intimate way.

I ended up with a lovely colored stingy, tingly bottom and a body that loved every moment of what occured. The photo of the cake(with a few touch ups) really seemed perfect. So now I have another type of spanking to add to my list. My very first birthday spanking, and you know what only seems fair? I think I should get "make ups" for the ones I missed until I catch up.

Greedy aren't I?!

Ever Have a Birthday Spanking?

Yesterday was my birthday and I decided to take a day off of blogging. Now in all my 55, oops, 56 years I have never gotten a birthday spanking. However, I am going to get one next week. I can hardly wait!

So my question for anyone reading this post is 1. Have you ever had or given a birthday spanking, and 2. What makes a birthday spanking different?

I mean do you get to eat cake while you are being spanked? Does the spanker sing Happy Birthday to you? Is the implement being used gift wrapped? Do you get to choose anything about the spanking because its your birthday? And if you are a Top do you get spanked or do you spank someone else in your honor?

Oh yes I am looking forward to it but he has told me he loses count a lot. Hmm wonder how often he will lose count on his way up to 56.

So anyone with any birthday spanking experience please let me know what I might expect.

All comments would be greatly appreciated!

Soul on Fire Fiction-M/f

A Soul On Fire

She rubbed her foot as she stared out the window. Her entire foot
throbbed and her broken toe was an alarming shade of purple. She
sighed deeply and stared out the window.

There was really nothing to look at outside, it was eleven o'clock
and pitch black outside. The street her house faced onto had very
little lighting at night. Which was one reason her husband, Edward,
did not want her walking alone at night. This had been a point of
contention between them for quite awhile. And though Edward was
usually the most easygoing and understanding of men, when it came to
her safety he became totally unyielding in his viewpoint. And once a
decision was made, ignoring that decision would assure that her
ability to sit would be hampered for a day or two. And in fact she
was facing that very fate tonight.

Earlier in the evening, Cindy, an aspiring poet and author had
received the news by email that her first poem had been accepted for
publication. She could scarcely believe it, a dream come true. She
immediately called Edward at work.

"Oh baby", she exclaimed, "you won't believe this, the magazine
accepted my poem, it will be in the next issue."

On his end Edward smiled broadly, he could feel the excitement coming
through the phone. He wasn't surprised at the news. He considered
Cindy a very talented writer and wordsmith. He also knew that this
acceptance meant validation for her. "Hey sweetie, best news I can
imagine but you know I am really not shocked. Delighted yes but not
shocked. You are not only my beautiful lady but my talented lady as
well."

Cindy blushed, "Oh you, what do you know, you're in love with me."
And he heard her giggle that he so loved.

"Young lady are you questioning my taste in poetry? Hmmm we'll have
to see about that." And he laughed as well. "Hey babe got to get back
to work, I'll see you later and how about we celebrate this tomorrow
night?"

Cindy's excitement suddenly sank, "Tomorrow night? Why not tonight?
Oh Edward don't tell me you have to work late again." She stomped her
foot hard and winced. This wasn't fair, it was big news and she
wanted to go out tonight.

Edward sighed as he heard the petulant tone in her voice. His wife
was a strong, smart, creative lady. She was one of the kindest and
most thoughtful people it had ever been his good fortune to meet.
But, very rarely, when things did not go her way, a monstrous brat
emerged that never failed to shock him. He was afraid the killer brat
would be encouraged by her disappointment to make an appearance this
evening. God, he hoped he could head that off. In light of her
wonderful news he didn't want it to be marred by that side of her
personality.

"Babe, I have to work tonight, no choice, you know if I could come
home this very minute I would. But sweetie I do promise that I will
wake you up when I get home and I will most certainly think of some
ways we can celebrate right then and there. And tomorrow night how
about we go to Milo's?" He hoped the promise of his undivided
attention later and her favorite restaurant tomorrow would mollify
her tonight. No such luck.

"Fine," she snapped, "I will celebrate all by myself then." She could
here the tone of her own voice and really didn't like it, a huge part
of her knew that Edward did not deserve this treatment, but that
nasty little brat was nagging away inside her.

Edward, continued on in a very patient but increasingly stern
voice, "Cynthia you will not do anything foolish. I promise we will
celebrate your amazing accomplishment when I get home and tomorrow.
But sweetheart, published or not if you go off half cocked, I will
have to deal with that when I get home instead of sharing champagne
and lots of love." He sighed deeply, God he loved this woman, so much
that it scared him at times. And he would be damned if anyone would
hurt her including herself.

"Fine Edward, now, as I am telling you the best news in a long time,
you are busy threatening me with a spanking instead of celebrating.
How sweet." She got angrier and teary eyed as she began to feel sorry
for herself.

"My love I have to go, I will be home around 11:30. Please don't be
angry, you know I am not doing this on purpose. And please oh please
don't do anything foolish. And Cynthia," his voice intensified,"NO
chocolate, none, under any circumstances, " As he heard her very
impatient "FINE" and the phone firmly hung up, she would never slam
the phone is his ear, he let out a sigh. He would certainly bring the
champagne home with him but he had a feeling he would be toasting
something else entirely.

Cindy paced the living room stomping from end to end like an angry
two year old. She didn't particularly like acting or feeling this way
but DAMN she wanted to celebrate and it just wasn't FAIR that he had
to work tonight.

The reasonable woman within murmured soothing words about how it was
important at times, to give him the support he needed in keeping to
his career track as well. He certainly supported her in the efforts
she made without complaint. But if the smoke billowing out of her
ears was any indication reason was losing to self interest.

As she stomped around, not looking where she was going she kicked her
foot at the floor fan. It never occurred to her how hard a metal
stand would be. As her foot made contact she gasped in pain and fell
to the floor. There was a sudden burning throbbing agony in her left
foot. When she looked she was aghast to find that her two toes were
already swelling and turning an ugly shade of purple. "Now look what
he made me do," she murmured angrily as she sat rocking and holding
her foot.

She was pretty sure she had broken her toe but called the hospital ER
for advice. They urged her to come in for an Xray, the break could be
in the small bones of the foot, but Madame Stubborn was here for a
stay and she refused. Finally the nurse suggested, with a sigh,
taping the toes together. If they were broken that is all they would
do at the hospital anyway. However she did give one last try at
getting Cindy to come in at least tomorrow for an Xray. Cindy
grudgingly agreed and then hung up the phone.

She held her poor foot and cried. God she was frustrated. This had
started out being one of the happiest nights of her life and now it
was turning out to be the worst. She almost called Edward again, oh
she needed the comfort only he could provide, but he would insist on
a trip to the ER right now and no arguing. So she just limped to the
bathroom and got the tape. Before she did anything she grabbed an ice
pack from the freezer and sat on the couch while she iced the foot.
Oh God did she need a piece of chocolate, actually 100 was more like
it. Chocolate was her solace and stress reliever, but it had the
unfortunate habit of doing unpleasant things to her body so Edward
and she had decided long ago that this would be forbidden and subject
to punishment.

Well too bad he wasn't home to make sure she followed the rules now
wasn't it she thought with some satisfaction. She began to search the
cupboards hobbling on her sore foot as her chocolate safari went on
for some time. Nothing, not one candy bar, not one bag of chocolate
chips....OH GOD life was unfair. She plopped down on the sofa and
reapplied the ice. Gazing out the window she noticed the summer night
was now completely covered in darkness. No trace of light remained.

However, the scheming brat remained and she suddenly crossed a line
and made a decision she was going to regret....oh would she ever, but
that thought never entered her mind. "I'll just go to the store and
get some...right now." Never mind that it was pitch black out and the
store was seven blocks away. Never mind that her car was in the shop,
Edward was at work and there was no transportation except walking.
Never mind that her toes and foot were turning more purple by the
minute. Ha, she wanted chocolate, that was how she would celebrate
her success.

She knew she would never get a shoe on her foot so she put on her
flip flops completely forgetting the nurse's instructions to tape her
toes.

She stomped out of the house wincing at each determined step.
However, the longer she walked the madder she got and soon the pain
was furthest from her mind. When she got to the store she picked up a
bag of Hershey's Kisses and a large chocolate almond bar. The kisses
could make up for those Edward wasn't around to bestow because he was
working. At the cash register the cashier looked at her purchases and
said sympathetically, "Rough night huh?". At that Cindy looked up
astonished and burst into laughter. "Yeah you could say that", she
smiled and limped away. Outside the store she tore into the bag of
kisses but was still giggling at the cashier's remark. Her anger was
draining away and her normal sweet good humored self was making a
comeback. She began to limp towards home feeling the throbbing in her
foot with every step.

Suddenly she stopped....Edward. ...what would he have to say about
this. Oh was she in trouble, real trouble, not just the "Cindy I am
so disappointed in you trouble", but rather the "Young lady go to our
room, we are going to discuss this now", trouble.

As she limped home trying to think and plan her way out of the
spanking she surely knew was coming, she stopped as her brain
schemed. Well now certainly he would recognize that she had hurt her
foot badly and, after all, wasn't that punishment enough. Hmmm worth
some thought.

Now while both Cindy and Edward enjoyed the sensual aspects of
spanking, she really did not enjoy getting a punishment spanking in
any way. First of all, Edward was always so incredibly reasonable
that if he insisted on this she knew she deserved it and right now
she was incredibly ashamed of the way she had behaved towards him on
the phone and her ridiculous behavior since then throughout the
evening. Sighing deeply, knowing what was in store she limped the
rest of the way home munching chocolate figuring since she was going
to have a burning bottom anyway, it might as well be worth it.

By the time she reached home her head and stomach were aching from
the chocolate, her toes were throbbing in three quarter time and her
heart was thumping away thinking of the consequence to come.

So here she was watching out the window for her wonderful husband
whom she loved more than anyone or anything in the world and who was
going to paddle her backside until it exploded into flames when he
realized what she had done tonight.

Her reverie was broken by the sound of a car pulling into the
driveway and suddenly she was a very remorseful sinner indeed. So
were the 10,000 butterflies living in her stomach.

Edward's key turned in the lock and there he was, all 6 feet of him
with a bottle of champagne and her favorite purple irises. As he
handed her the flowers, tears ran down her face. "Hey now sweetie,
congratulations are in order, no tears," he reached down to put his
arms round her and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

He pulled back slightly and looked at her with slight
suspicion, "Cindy why do you taste like chocolate?" She looked at him
wide eyed and pleading. He sighed inwardly but remained
insistent. "OK get it over with and tell me now. Don't make me yank
it out of you."

He stood back up and then noticed his wife's purple foot. "Dear God
what happened to you, how did you do this to your poor foot." He sat
down, chocolate forgotten and deep concern written in every line on
his face.

Cindy buried her head in her hands. Oh she felt guilty. What had she
been thinking of. Well the truth was she wasn't thinking, she was
having a tantrum. She faced the ugly truth of this, lifted her tear
stained face and told Edward the whole story. His look went from
incredulous to unbelieving, to incredibly stern.

"Cynthia, let me get all this straight, I am still a little bit in
shock. I could not come home when you wanted because I had to work,
so you had a temper fit, kicked the fan, broke your toe, refused to
go to get treatment, did not do what the nurse told you, walked seven
blocks in the dark alone to get chocolate which you then proceeded to
eat. Have I left anything out?" He crossed his arms over his chest
and stood over her. She suddenly felt very small.

"No you left nothing out," she whispered. OK she had to give it one
try, "But Edward," she began.

He held up his hand, "Don't bother, there are absolutely no excuses
for any of this young lady and you know that well." He sat down next
to her. "Now let me see that foot." As he gently examined it she
winced and gasped. "Well right now it looks as if it is the two toes
but tomorrow I WILL be taking you to the Dr. to be sure." He took the
tape off the table. Gently and slowly he wound the tape around the
toes holding them together lending support and helping to ease the
throbbing.

Without another word he lifted his now quietly weeping wife in his
arms and carried her gently into the bedroom setting her gently on
the bed. "Cynthia", he began and oh she recognized that tone. "We
will now discuss this evening's events." He unbuttoned his shirt
sleeves and rolled them up to his elbow. Cindy tried hard to swallow
the lump in her throat. As he reached down he unsnapped his wife's
jeans. He pushed her shoulders back until she lay on the bed. He
firmly pulled off her jeans and panties. He motioned to her to sit
up and she automatically removed her blouse and bra. Punishment
meant no clothes. As he opened the dresser drawer she dreaded panic
began to grip her.

"Edward, honey, don't you think the foot is punishment enough, it
really really hurts."

He looked back at her, "I am sure it does and I want to make sure you
never do such stupid unthinking things again just because you can't
have your own way. This is so unlike you Cynthia and so beneath you
as a woman of great intelligence. " She realized in her sinking
stomach that this lecturing tone signaled the beginning of what she
had been dreading. "Now I am not going to make you do any corner time
tonight because of your foot, but I do believe I can get my point
across without it. I am very disappointed in the choices you made,
hurting yourself, making yourself ill and taking dangerous risks. I
won't have it and you know that. I love you too much to stand by and
watch this occur." His face looked sad and serious, "We haven't had
to do this for a long time and I hate that it has to be tonight after
your great news and such an amazing accomplishment but, my dear, you
have no one to blame but yourself."

With those words he sat down on the bed, pulled Cindy easily over his
lap. He paused briefly to let the realization set in and then began
spanking her bare bottom with his hand. He spanked hard and rapidly
repeating the words of his lecture..... Young lady, smack
smack....you will never, smack...eat chocolate, many smacks.....go
off in the middle of the night alone, smack smack...ever,
smack...again. .....As he stopped talking he let his hand talk for
him. Cindy felt her backside burning as his hand moved steadily over
every single inch of it. Her eyes which had been previously filled
with tears now began weeping in earnest.

And as disappointed as Edward was in her behavior, he could not help
but be moved by the sight of his wife's lovely derriere which had
gone from pristine white to red fairly quickly.

"OH please stop I do promise, never never again, I am sooooo sorry,
really" the last words were delivered in a voice steadily raising in
pitch. The spanking stopped abruptly and Cindy breathed a sigh of
relief. She could not help squirming, her bottom was on fire. And as
always a spanking from Edward started embers in so many parts of her
body. Before she had time for a second sigh of relief Edward gently
but firmly trapped her legs under his left leg. Oh God he wasn't done.

"I am doing this so you won't kick, that might hurt your foot
further", she had a moment to consider the ridiculous notion that he
was going to much further hurt her backside but was worried about her
foot. And she had forgotten to notice what he had pulled out of the
dresser drawer. It was soon evident. She felt cool wood resting on
her very inflamed bottom and realized the paddling she had been
dreading was about to begin.

"My love I hope you never make me do this again, it gives me no
pleasure, I assure you," and with that he spoke no more. The paddle
lifted and fell with an explosive blast on her reddened skin. She
screamed aloud but it had no effect on what was coming and what she
knew was due her. The paddle rose and fell rapidly from side to side
and then concentrating on the very tender area between her bottom and
thighs. She sobbed and howled until she was hoarse and finally just
lay over her husband's lap crying incoherently. Then it
stopped....She heard Edward sigh and she knew how much he hated doing
this. "Oh baby, why do you do these ridiculous things when you get
mad, I worry so when you hurt yourself. Cindy it hurts me to see you
ill or in pain." She wept softly as he gently massaged her swollen
red bottom. He laid her on her stomach and reached for the jar of
aloe vera lotion. He soothed the burning slightly and ensured he
checked her skin as he applied the lotion.
Then he stretched out next to her on the bed. He held her very close
to him and rubbed her back, "Shhhhh baby, its all over now". He
crooned to her as he would a child. "Its over and you are forgiven. I
wish you had not forced me to do this but Cindy I won't watch you
hurt yourself, not ever my love." He smoothed her hair and then
kissed her forehead and cheek.

"Oh God Edward I am so sorry, you have no idea, I was sorry before I
even got home from the store. I don't know where this brat in me
comes from."

He smiled gently at her, "Now you do know that even though the brat
can't get away with her antics I love her as well, she is part of you
and so she is just as loved, just not as tolerated. And remind that
brat that if she had stayed home tonight this could have been a very
different and more enjoyable spanking for both of us."

Cindy buried her head in his neck, "Edward, thank you, what would I
ever do without you. No one has ever cared about me the way you do. I
love you so and I always will. Thank you for caring for and about me."

"Shhhh all over now baby, I know you love me, I do, lets get ready
for bed. Tomorrow we celebrate my own little poet laureate."

He stood up, went to the dresser and got out her pink nightshirt. She
lay on the bed as he took off the rest of her clothes, slipped the
nightshirt over her head and helped her under the covers. She winced
as the sheet made contact with her throbbing bottom.

He crawled into bed next to her,"And I took the day off tomorrow so
we can celebrate in style my dear. Of course it will be a little on
the sore side for you when we go to dinner. We could always wait for
another day," he looked at her questioningly.

She cuddled as close as she could to him, "Nope I'll pay the price
for my behavior, besides it will make great sense memories for a new
poem."

She loved the sound of his huge laugh, "Oh really and what will this
one be called."

"A Burning in the Bottom of her Soul", she grinned wickedly.
Edward pulled her close with a another booming laugh. He gently
continued rubbing her burning bottom, "God I love you, what a woman."

And later that night he also soothed the burning in her soul as well.