She was in a deep sleep, when all of a sudden she felt a sharp pain in her bottom that had followed a loud clapping sound. Before it could register in her brain what was going on another loud clapping sound and another sharp pain. That second spank woke her up in a hurry. She tried to roll over to protect her naked bottom before another swat could be administered. What a mistake she had made by sleeping in the nude like she always did. She had no protection now.
"Roll back over," his voice thundered. "Today is the beginning of your training." "You are going to learn instant and blind obedience and the consequences of disobeying me."
She wanted time to wake up, time to think. She wanted to talk about this. She had hesitated.
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Relana had a love for spankings ever since she could remember. She wasn't sure why. All she knew was that when her bottom was well spanked, she was the hottest. She had the best sex ever after a good session over one's knee or bent over something. The more her bottom stung the wetter she got. She tried to look at everyday people to see if they liked spankings too. As hard as she looked, she could never tell or be sure if they were wired the same as she was. She began wondering if she was the only one.
One day, when Relana was around 15 years old, she accidentally came across her father's adult magazines. With curiosity getting the best of her, she began skimming the forbidden pages. At first, she couldn't believe her own eyes, but there it was in vivid color. A woman was laying over a man's lap with her cheeks a bright red and the man had his arm raised about to connect again with those scarlet bare moons. Relana stared at that picture for a long time. As she turned the page, she began to feel the wetness between her legs. There on the next page were more pictures of the same woman being spanked and a story about why she was getting this treatment. The story went on about how this naughty girl loved to be spanked and how her lover was willing to oblige her.
Even though she never met this naughty girl, she felt a connection to her. Finally, someone who felt the same way Relana did. Relana understood what she wanted and this girl understood what Relana wanted.
If this was published in a magazine, was it possible there were others just like her who loved to be spanked? She was afraid to hope that there was. Another turn of the page revealed the answer to that question. There was another woman being spanked along with her story.
So she wasn't the only one. Now the question was, whom could she get to furnish this desire? It would be years before she was able to fulfill her fantasy.
Her very first adult spanking was administered by her first husband. One night, right after they were married, she was feeling a little sexier than usual and got up the courage to ask her husband if he would spank her. With only a slight encouragement on her part that it was what she really wanted, he turned her over his knee and began spanking her. It was all over before it really got started. Her heart fell, how could she go through life married to this man who wouldn't spank her the way she really wanted to be spanked? She decided to give him a little more time to get used to the idea.
A year had passed with still no sign of him showing any kind of improvement on spanking her. Oh sure, he would oblige her and spank her now and then, but only when she asked for it (how she hated to do that) and only just a little bit. She never felt the kind of sting on her bottom that she so craved. And now, she discovered that she was with child with a man that she had grown to despise. She despised him because he had no backbone, no natural instinct to take charge of her. Even though he loved her, respected her and cherished her, he just couldn't be man enough for her. She was able to walk all over him without him saying a word. She tried to make him angry in the beginning of their marriage by staying out at night going to bars. But all he would say to her was, "Did you have a nice time?"
She decided to get out of the marriage before the child was born. She didn't want her child growing up in a home without love. Their marriage was dissolved 6 months later around the same time that she gave birth to the child. It was a boy, a beautiful baby boy. How she loved that child. She loved him so much that she put her own needs/wants on hold. It was many years later that the inner cravings began to emerge once again, without her being able to stifle them.
Enter husband number two. He was aggressive, a take-charge kind of man. He would be the one, so she thought. After they were married, she told him of her deep secret desire. He was more than happy to give her spankings. She finally felt the real stings. But he also had a deep secret. He hated all women. And because of this hatred, he would use her as a punching bag when he got angry. She tried to make the marriage work. After all, she did love him and he did give her what she needed. But after 10 years of marriage, she knew that she must call it quits or be killed. It broke her heart. If only he would spank her poor bottom instead of using her face.
She bravely sent him packing with the help of the police and filed for divorce soon afterwards. She had a constant pain in her chest. She now understood the term "breaking heart". Her heart felt like it was exploding at times. She longed for a man who didn't take any crap from her, would put her in her place and gave her the hard spankings that she craved.
But there was a plan for her. For her to be with another, who would cherish her, love her, respect her, yet be firm with her, guide her and spank her. She needed a man who personified the best personality aspects of her two husbands in her life, for her to really appreciate the man of her dreams. To come to terms with what she really needed and wanted in a man. To understand her submissive tendencies. To understand why she acted, at times, the way she did. Let's face it, she was a bitch (at times). No one would know just by her actions, her true desires to be controlled. One would have to dig deep to find that little child in her who craved for guidance, discipline and punishment.
One man did just that, Randy. He was her knight in shining armor. He rescued her from herself. He understood her completely and loved her enough to give her the pain to help her find herself. Her true calling. What she was meant for all along, to be a submissive wife.
This man who now stood over her wanting her to expose her bottom to him again so that he could give her more pain.
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"This was just going to be your morning spanking, but now you will also receive a punishment spanking on top of it for disobeying me. Now unless you wish to have more than two spankings this early in the morning, I suggest that you roll over NOW!"
His demeanor was stern, but the volume in his voice was low. She wanted to obey, but feared the spankings. Never had he been so domineering, so forceful in his words. Even though she had wished for this for a long time, she was now afraid. But something inside of her made her obey him.
She slowly rolled back over giving him what he wanted, her cute little bare bottom that already showed a slight blush color to each cheek. Before she could steady herself for the pain again, he began his task once more. She tried to stay still, but the pain was taking over. Never had he spanked so hard when it wasn't a punishment spanking and this was not even the punishment or so he said. She wiggled and kicked almost immediately and began begging for the cause of her pain in her bottom to cease. She wasn't sure if he didn't hear her or if he was ignoring her, but the swats still rained down on her. The clapping noises bounced off the walls of their bedroom mixed with her cries and pleas.
Just when she thought she could not take a second more of this pain, the sound quit. It took a moment for her to realize that it was over. Her bottom felt like it had swollen to the size of a watermelon as she reached back to soothe the stinging mounds.
"Do not touch your butt," he ordered. "Go to the corner."
"What?," she thought. The corner? He never wanted her to do that before. As she gently rose up, she could see him pointing to the only corner in the bedroom that was empty.
"Things are going to change around here and today is the day that it is going to happen or your bottom will look like it went through a meat grinder," he informed her with a smirk on his face.
Padding her way towards the corner he continued to talk.
"You will only be allowed to wear a t-shirt today, giving me full access to that cute bottom of yours whenever I wish to spank it, for whatever reason." "You will be spanked at least 3 more times today, not including your punishment spanking that you will be receiving once you are allowed out of that corner"
Her heart sank, how was she going to be able to stand a punishment and three more spankings on top of what he just did? This was not good.
"Since you have such a hard time using the word "Sir" or "Master", you now have no choice. You will from now on use the word Master in every sentence that comes out of your mouth, no excuses," he instructed. "You will do your housework chores that are scheduled for today, all the other ones that you have missed during the entire week and any others that I order you to do."
There goes her plan of playing on the computer all day and working on her homepage. Will she be able to remember to call him Master? She always had a problem with that before. It just never came naturally for her and felt awkward. She knew that he wished her to do so, it was even in her rules, but she just couldn't do it.
He went on, "For any and all infractions, as minor as they may be, you will be punished and punished well. You will begin to understand that I will no longer tolerate your behavior, your laziness or your insubordination to me. You will show me the respect that I deserve. You will also show your submission to me at all times."
His voice softened, "I love you, my little one and through that love I must stop you from destroying herself as well as this marriage. I have let you get away with far too many of things and ignored your behavior towards me and your son because of your illness, but I realize that I cannot do that any more. It is hurting us as well as yourself and I will not let that happen."
Tears were swelling up inside her. She felt his love for her as well as his frustrations. How could she have done this to him? How could she hurt the man she loved and her one and only child, the child she carried? She wanted to stop her behavior many times, but just couldn't. She was out of control and she knew it. Half of her wished that someone would take the control out of her hands, while the other half of her dared someone to stop her.
"You are to stay in this corner until I tell you that you can come out. You are not to look around, move out of that corner or touch your bottom in any way. Is that understood?"
"Yes," was all she could say.
"Yes, what??"
Oh no! "Yes, Master."
"That was your first and ONLY mistake I will overlook today. After I leave this room, all the rules that I have just told you will be totally and strongly enforced. Take this time in the corner to come to terms with this. There will be no negotiations, no reprieves, no softening of a punishment and no manipulating your way out of anything. I will NOT stop a punishment or lessen the severity of one because of anything that you do or say. They will be given quickly, hard, very painful and designed to make you fully understand who is boss here. Is this all understood?"
"Yes, Master," she remembered and understood.
"Do you have any questions before I leave?"
"No, Master."
"Then you will be sent to the corner, to calm you down a bit and then return to get double the punishment that I had originally intended on."
Oh, this doesn't sound good at all.
"Be good. I will be back," he reassured her. With that he walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
She stood in the corner with her bottom throbbing, her knees weak and her heart soaring. She was in heaven. Her prayers had been answered and the waiting was over. She knew that this would be hard on her, but from what he said, he was determined to change her and punish her if she didn't obey, no matter what. No longer would the little child inside her need to beg silently for someone to stop her, to control her, to spank her. Her husband was going to take care of her, answer all of her prayers and all of her needs. She could feel all the control slip through her fingers and yet she gave it up willingly. She never wanted it anyway, but felt that someone had to take control of the house. This was her day of independence.
How long was he going to be gone? In a corner, every minute seems like an hour. Did she dare to glance at the clock? Was he watching her outside of their window? Would he know? Did she dare to try to cool her bottom by rubbing away some of the pain? Her throbbing butt answered these questions, she could not take the chance. She stood there waiting. And waited. And waited.
Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, he re-entered the room. She heard him gently open the door as if trying to catch her doing something that she wasn't supposed to doing.
Who was she kidding, that was exactly what he was doing. After all, he already said that he didn't trust her and he had every right. She had been less than honest in a few areas of their marriage. She had manipulated him more times than she could remember.
"Are you ready to get out of that corner and follow the rules that I have stated before?" he asked.
"Yes, Master," she answered as she was turning.
"GET BACK IN THAT CORNER! I DID NOT TELL YOU THAT YOU COULD MOVE."
"Yes, Master." Tears formed once again in her eyes. "I am sorry, Master."
"I will see how sorry you really are, later on."
She trembled once again.
"Are you prepared to change and submit to me in all areas and give me the respect I deserve?"
"Yes, Master."
"Do you agree to all the terms that I set forth and agree to every and all spankings?"
Softly crying now, she answered, "Yes, Master."
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I am afraid," failing to say "Master".
"Afraid of what? Isn't this what you always wanted? Do you think that I would actually put you in danger or really hurt you in anyway?"
How she wished for his strong arms to wrap around her now and let her know everything was ok. She needed his comfort now, but there was none.
"I am not sure. Master," she said fast, remembering his orders.
"Ok, lets take this one question at a time. Is this or is this not what you always wanted?"
He was actually going to make her say the words. She was so embarrassed. She could feel the red heat rising over her face.
"It's what I always wanted, Master."
"Good. Now, do you really think that I would really hurt you?"
"No, Master."
"OK. Now for the final question, do you think that I would let anything happen to you?"
"No, Master."
"Then there is no need for tears now. There will be plenty of time to cry over the pain from your many spankings today."
Goosebumps ran over her entire body at the thought of getting spanked more times today.
"Yes, Master."
"I am well pleased, little one. You are learning fast."
"Thank you, Master," as she blushed again. Damn, she hated doing that. He was the only one that she knew who could bring these feeling out in her.
"You may now get out of the corner and come over here."
She moved quickly out of the dreaded corner towards her savior.
Standing in front of him, with her eyes lowered. She couldn't look at him. Not now, not after admitting she wanted this.
Sensing her discomfort, he stepped towards her and brought her to his chest putting his arms around her. She cried very softly while he rubbed her back. He hated to do this to her, but he knew that she needed it. Once she learned her place with him, things would be much better. As soon as she learned that he wouldn't put up with things anymore, he could relax and love her the way that he wanted to love her. As soon as he took all control away from her, she would be free.
Still holding her, he asked her, "Are you ready for your first punishment spanking of the day?"
Bravely she answered, "Yes, Master." Though how she was going to get through it was something else.
Pulling away from their embrace, he sat down and pulled her over his lap. As he was pulling her down, she noticed the instrument that they called "THE THICK WOODEN PADDLE". It even looked wicked. She knew what kind of pain that it could cause without it being a punishment spanking. She felt the fear again. Maybe he wouldn't hit so hard, since he already told her that she had at least three more spankings to go. "Wishful thinking," she thought.
"This punishment spanking is for not calling me master earlier and also to give you a taste of what a REAL punishment feels like. Hopefully this will be the only one that I have to give you for a long time. I hope that you remember this when you feel like disobeying me. And it will force you to change your mind."
The first swat was like a million bees stinging her already sore bottom. She screamed and kicked for her life, trying desperately to get away.
"If you move, you will be spanked on the thighs as well as your bottom. You may yell and plead, not that it will do any good, but you may NOT try to get away."
Oh how was she going to handle this? She tried to relax.
He smacked her thighs, once each, very fast. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND??"
Quickly she replied, "Yes,.... Master," almost forgetting to add the "master" at the end.
"You are to answer me at all times unless you are instructed to keep quiet."
Pause and then two quick spanks to her thighs again.
"Yyyyyyyyyyyes, Mmmmmmmaster," she screamed. "Yes, I understand, Master. Please don't hit my thighs again, Master. Oh please, Master."
"If you obey me, I won't have to."
"Yes, Master. I'll be good, Master. I promise, Master."
And then the hard spanking continued on her bottom. It took every ounce of muscle control to not move too much while her poor bottom was being abused with that wicked paddle.
"I will be the judge of that," as he continued the torture to her cute fire engine red bottom.
"The pain must be something awful," he thought, but he knew that he must continue. Bringing her past her fighting, past the pain, past the resentment to her release of her tears and her submission. His arm tired, but he never wavered from his task. Finally, the tears came. Gradually and quietly at first. He almost didn't hear her crying, but then the floodgates opened. It broke his heart to know that he was the cause of these tears, but he knew that he must press forward and smacked away some more.
When she was all out of tears, and only softly sobbing, he quit spanking her. He knew that she finally had enough. She had submitted to the spanking and to him.
Letting her lay on his lap for a few more minutes, he unconsciously rubbed her back. Grateful that he could stop the very thing that brought her so much pain. He looked down at her bottom and saw the start of many bruises. He had done some damage to her, but nothing permanent. She would heal, just like the times that they had "played" before. She would have bruises and welts sometimes for weeks, but she always wore them proudly and never complained about them afterwards. She liked it rough. She enjoyed the pain. He knew that he had to bring her past the enjoyment for her to learn. He had to do this for her, him and the child. He didn't know if she could take any more or if he could dish any more out, but he needed to stay firm. Needed to stay in that dominant mood that almost made him not care how much pain he was giving her, only to give her what she wanted and needed.
"Now, I want you to return to the corner."
"Yes, Master."
Her heart was bubbling over with love for this man who had caused her so much pain just moments before. Right now, if he asked her to jump over the moon, she would do it without even thinking of how impossible that would be. She rose up from his lap and padded her way towards the corner once more. Her bottom felt like it was about to jump right off her body it was throbbing so bad and yet she had never been happier.
