She couldn't believe that this was where she wanted to be placed after a spanking, to be ordered in the corner. It was boring in the corner, her butt felt like it was on fire and her legs hurt from standing. He had never used the corner before. Why did he choose this time to take her hints? The dreadful corner. That was what she had read from a bunch of women who were placed into this very same position. But she never thought of it that way. It was always a fantasy thrill for her. Something that she most desperately wanted. To hear her husband order her into the corner and not to touch her bottom, was something that she dreamed about forever. And now here she was, having all her wishes come true.
Actually it was probably just the thought of being ordered to do something that was the thrill and the threat of worse treatment if she didn't follow those orders. She believed those threats now. Her bottom convinced her that he was serious this time. She can't believe the way that he had treated her. So forceful, so demanding, never did he weaken or sway from his duty, how she loved him for that. She was so turned on right now that she felt herself dripping with wetness. Her nipples were as hard as tiny rocks, begging to be touched. How she ached for some sexual relief. Oh, she wanted to touch herself so bad. Relieve herself from all this building up inside of her. But she didn't dare. No way could she handle another punishment spanking. It hurt too much inside as well as outside. She had actually pushed him too far that he was now forced to give her what she always wanted. She was very ashamed of that craving. She no longer craved a punishment spanking. She now knew the difference between a hard spanking and a punishment one. She vowed to never force him into giving her a punishment spanking again. Though she knew that she was only fooling herself. She would one day slip up and be in this very same predicament.
She wished that she could hear him. What was he doing? Where was he? How much longer must she stand in this corner? She knew the answer even before she completed the thought, forever if that is what he wants. As her bottom continued to throb, she also continued to wait.
"Was that him?" she thought, straining to hear. "How much time had passed? Did she fall sleep or had she just been daydreaming? She couldn't remember. Oh why didn't she learn to wear a watch all the time like he did, instead of only wearing it when she went out? "Because," she continued to think, "She didn't need to wear a watch around the house, there was a clock in every room of the house, including the bathroom. Except there wasn't one in the corner. Never needed one here. She made a mental note of trying to figure out a way to put one in here for the future. She finally understood the term "time stood still". The person who first said that must have been referring to time spent in the corner. She grinned at the thought of another adult spending time in the dreaded corner. She was starting to hate the corner. She would rather have another spanking then stand here one more moment. But she knew she would stay.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
She jumped. He had startled her. She hadn't heard the door open or him enter the room. Good thing she had been behaving.
"Yes, Master."
"And what have you learned?"
"To always address you and say Master in every sentence, Master."
"Is that all?"
She thought hard.
"No Master, I also learned that I must never try to get away while you are spanking me and that I must always answer you when you are speaking to me. Unless otherwise told not to, Master."
"Very good. Very, very good. I am very pleased. You learn quickly. This will make my job a lot easier. You did well, little one."
How she loved it when he called her that. She felt so owned, so loved. So small, like a child. He was speaking to that inner child of hers and it was very soothing. She was beaming with delight.
"You may now get out of the corner."
She turned without knowing what to do next. She didn't want to displease him again. Never again.
"I want you to go take a shower and put on just a T-shirt. It should be short enough to display all of your cute bottom. And then come and find me when you are finished."
"Yes, Master."
She was not looking forward to the shower with the stream of water beating down on her sore bottom. She knew that it was going to hurt, but she couldn't disobey him no matter how much it would hurt. So she tried to delay it shortly by looking for a shirt to wear giving her bottom some more time to cool off. She was just about to try to rub the pain away, when he called out to her.
"You are still not allowed to touch your bottom. Use only a wash cloth to come in contact with your butt."
"Yes, Master," she called out to him. A washcloth? Was he nuts? That would hurt even more. He really was turning into a sadist. But deep down, she still loved it. You could tell by looking at her face she was wearing a grin that could not be wiped away.
After finding just the right shirt, she headed off towards the bathroom and her next torturing experience.
As she was entering the bathroom, he said, "Remember what I said about not touching yourself. And no playing with yourself either. I may just be watching."
"Yes, Master," she sighed.
She was right, it did hurt using the washcloth, but it also was a chance to rub her butt too. With a washcloth, of course. She carefully washed herself making sure that she was nice and clean for him. Maybe he would want to have sex with her, maybe that was why he wanted her to take a shower. She could only hope. She let her mind wander as she relived all that had happened to her already this morning. How she loved the way that he "ordered" her to do something and his forceful manner. He had never been so forceful and he hadn't ordered her to do something in forever. She loved the idea of not being "allowed" to do something. She couldn't quite explain it, but she knew that this was the way that she had always wanted to live. She was born to be submissive. She knew that now. She had in the past questioned it since she never had been submissive in the past. But that was only because she never had anyone to dominate her. She needed the domination before she could feel the submission. She never felt more controlled and yet, in a weird kind of way, never felt freer.
She finished washing herself and began to dry herself when he walked in. Never knocking or asking if he could enter.
"Did you touch yourself?"
"No, Master," she answered him feeling quite exposed.
"Do not try to hide your nakedness. Let me see what is mine."
"Yes, Master.” She dropped the towel, while looking down. She couldn't stand to see in his eyes what he saw.
"Look at me."
"Yes, Master."
She looked up and was surprised. He loved her and he loved her body. She could see that now. Her heart melted just that much more. How she loved this man standing in front of her loving her back without saying a word, without touching her.
Smiling warmly, he said, "Finish drying off, little one, and meet me in the living room." As he was leaving the room, he spotted her hairbrush. It was rather large, with a flat plastic black, back. "I wonder how this would work in spanking her," he thought.
"Yes, Master," was all that she could say, but she truly meant those words for the first time.
Then she saw him looking at her hairbrush. Without warning, he picked it up, sat at the edge of the tub and pulled her over his lap. Before she even had a chance to complain.
Once again she was looking at the ground while her bottom was raised ready for a spanking, even if she wasn't.
"I just got to try this out.” And with that, he began spanking her.
It was lighter than the thick wooden paddle but still gave quite a sting on her wet skin. She had heard of people wetting the bottom before spanking for a stingier spanking, but until now she had never known what it felt like. And he wasn't even hitting full force. She would hate to feel it if he was. She began begging for the spanking to stop almost immediately. But it did no good, he just kept spanking away.
"Hush now, this isn't hard at all," as he spanked her thighs a few times for her to behave.
That's what he thought, he didn't have a sore wet bottom already. She tried to stop making such a fuss, without much success. She didn't want him to hit her thighs again, so she tried to do it quietly.
It was finally over and he raised her up and handed her the brush that he had just used on her sore bottom.
"Now see, that wasn't so bad. I think I like spanking you with this. I will have to do that again."
"Yes, Master," was all that she could say out loud. What she wanted to say was "No way, Jose. Not with my hairbrush," but she knew better.
Then he left the room to let her continue drying herself.
Quickly she finished drying herself. Combing her long, dark hair (she refused to use the hairbrush on her head as now she saw it as an instrument of pain instead of a tool to be used to fix one's hair) and pulling on her shirt, she then went to find him, her Master.
"Very good. Since you have been so good this morning, I will allow you one hour on the computer before starting your chores. That is one hour, mind you and you will keep your own time. For ever minute you are not off the computer after that hour, you will receive 10 spanks. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Turning to go even before she finished what she was saying.
An hour later on the dot, she re-entered the living room.
"I am off the computer now, Master."
"Fine," he said without looking at her. "Go bring me the paddle."
Her heart stopped. The paddle? What did she do wrong?
"Yes, Master," she nervously said and off she went to retrieve the wicked item.
She returned and handed it to him without saying a word.
"You are now going to be spanked again for a couple of things. First, you did not wait for me to dismiss you before you left the room, twice, second you did not kneel down to hand me this," he informed her, waving the paddle, "and third, just because I can." "You are going to learn a few things this lesson, and the first one is that I can and will spank you whenever I want and for whatever I choose." "Now bend over the side of the couch."
"Bbbbut that's not fair, I didn't know that I was suppose to do that.....Master," she wailed.
"Are you questioning me?” He said sternly while looking at her ready to pounce if she gave the wrong answer.
"No, Master," she said in defeat.
"I am going to be nice and let you know how many swats you are to receive. But I am now raising the number of swats. It was only going to be 25, but now it will be 35. 10 for each infraction and for trying to argue with me and 5 'just because'. You are going to learn that I can do anything I want to you and you can accept it the easy way or the hard way. It makes no difference to me, but it WILL make a difference to your butt. Remember, now, you are not to move."
"Yes, Master," she said. Thank you, Master.” Hoping that if she thanked him for what he was about to do, it may impress him enough to ease up a bit on her bottom.
The first smack sounded like a firecracker going off and felt like it too. He used both hands on the paddle giving it to her full force. She tried as hard as she could to not move her bottom as her feet kicked wildly. Only 34 more to go she thought. With each new smack she tried a different approach to "take" the spankings. Breathing deeply, focusing on how wet she was, kicking away the pain, trying to remember that she liked being spanked, short breaths like they taught her when she was in child-birth, all the while howling out her pain. Finally she could take no more and the tears fell once again.
Then it was over.
"Corner, now," was all he said as he pointed to the only empty corner of the living room.
"Yes, Master," she cried and entered into that space that she has grown to despise. It didn't matter that it was a different corner, they were all the same, only this corner was worse. What made this corner worse was a few things, anybody that entered the home would see her immediately, would see the tell tale signs of her recently spanked bare bottom and would know what happened to her without saying a word and that he was watching her. Both were embarrassing. She wished that she wasn't so exposed. She wished that she could at least put on a longer shirt to cover her bottom while she stood in the corner, but she knew that the short shirt was meant for just that reason.
Her bottom was on fire once again. If he would only let her sooth the pain just a bit, but no, he would never allow her to do so. And her wetness had begun to drip again. She tried to concentrate on why she was here and how not to let it happen again. Through the pain and the embarrassment it was difficult, but not impossible. She kept repeating to herself, the reasons why she got spanked and vowed not to be spanked for the same reasons again. Though there wasn't anything she could do to prevent the "just because" spankings, she could do something about the others. The "just because" spankings may be her ticket into getting sexually satisfied, but she couldn't think of that now. She was making a mental list of all the things she had learned so far and what he expected of her from now on. She wanted to please him so much since he had given her what she wanted, even if it did hurt.
"You may get out of the corner and begin your chores."
"Yes, Master, thank you, Master."
"Uhm, Master,... may I have permission to leave?” She asked wanting to be sure.
Chuckling he said, "Yes, you may and it was a good thing you asked. I was waiting to see if you had learned your lesson regarding that or if you needed another lesson." “ Go, little one, knowing that you just saved your bottom from another spanking." He was smiling.
"Thank you, Master," she beamed.
Going into the kitchen to see what her chores were for the day. A long time ago, she made a list of chores for the family so that everyone could split the chores and not have just one person doing everything. Since Randy didn't work outside of the home much due to a car accident that left him limping, he was fine with helping her out. Also her son needed to learn responsibility. She did have more work than they did, but that was her choice. She did most of the cleaning inside while her son and Randy did most of the outside work. It was a pretty good arrangement and everyone knew exactly what they needed to do everyday. She had gotten a little lax about doing her chores lately. She was glad that Randy was going to see to it that they got done from now on. She was walking on cloud nine. She started to sing softly while doing her first chore of the day, last night's dishes.
She heard him behind her, but it didn't register he was there. He swatted her sore behind, playfully.
"Ouch!"
"What's the matter? Is your butt sore?," he laughed.
"Yes, it is," she said matter-of-factly.
Another swat, much harder this time.
"Did we forget something?"
In defeat, she replied, "Yes, Master, I did. I am so sorry, Master."
How could she be so stupid? Didn't she learn anything from today's spankings? She just wasn't thinking.
"I think someone needs another lesson in remembering her place."
"Oh no, Master. Please! Give me one more chance, it will never happen again, I just wasn't thinking."
"I believe I said that there would be no excuses accepted and there would be no leniency in punishments. I don't think you learned anything at all. We might have to start all over again."
Thinking of her poor sore butt, "Oh please, please, Master. I promise it won't happen again and if it does, I will gladly accept two punishments."
"I'll tell you what, I WILL let you off this time, but if it DOES happen again, you will receive three punishment spankings with extra corner time in between each set."
"Thank you, Master, thank you." she said in relief. "Fair enough, I will accept that, Master."
Laughing loudly, "Oh little one, you won't have a choice next time. If I have to drag you kicking and screaming over my lap, you will have all three spankings and you will stand in the corner as long as I order it."
Realizing her place, she dropped her head, "Yes, Master, whatever you wish to do to me, will be so."
"Don't sound so sad, little one, this is what you wanted. Remember that. I am fulfilling all your dreams."
She was blushing once again. How she hated for him to keep reminding her that this was her idea. She longed for it to be his want/need, too. She knew that he was waiting for an answer.
"Yes, Master, thank you."
"Finish doing the dishes and then come to me," he said swatting her again in a playful manner and turning to leave.
"Yes, Master."
What did he have planned for her now?