Update on enjoying punishments
You may remember last week I posted about enjoying punishments too much, and in the comments some suggested that perhaps my husband isn’t harsh enough or hasn’t found the right correction. I discussed it with him as you girls suggested, and he was interested to hear my thoughts. I told him that I like spankings and they may need to be harsher to be a really effective deterrent. Maintenance this week was harder, but still tolerable fortunately.
Forward to last night and the aftermath of me breaking four rules in 24 hours. My shoes were not put away Sunday night (I’m terrible at it), I overslept Monday so never made him his customary coffee before work, I cursed when he got home as I knew I was having a bad day and i forgot to text him as a courtesy that I was leaving the house earlier that day too.
So he gets home Monday night and after a brief exchange and embrace he heads upstairs. He comes straight down and tells me everything is ready for what I knew would be coming, and that I should ‘do what I can myself before he joins me later’. I go upstairs and find on our bed two pairs of never before used handcuffs, a blindfold, paddle and hairbrush.
What is he expecting me to do with them? What is he planning? I stare at it for a good 1-2 minutes deliberating what to do, until I decide I’d better hurry before he comes up the stairs. I handcuff both feet to the bottom frame of the bed and put the blindfold on, lying face down to enable the spanking.
What must have been 15-20 minutes later I hear him come up the stairs and into the room. ‘I considered what you told me the other day, and as such we won’t be needing this paddle tonight’. I hear it placed now on the other side of the room. ‘Thank you for getting ready, I appreciate that’ he says whilst locking my wrists with the cuffs at the other end of the bed. I start frantically thinking I’ve never had it with the hairbrush before, I wonder if it hurts more?
That’s when I felt his icy cold hand caress my midriff. Up my back and then onto playing with my hair. It was so ticklish!! Then I hear him walk down to the other end of the bed and he starts aggressively tickling my left foot with his fingers. It was torture. Like actual torture. As I thrust my foot out of the way he grabbed it and held it against the bed frame while he tickled. Then he did the same to the other foot. I was BEGging him to stop. And he did. He came over to me and asked if I regretted my conversation with him and all my infractions that day. I assured him I did. He then lovingly brushed my hair with the hairbrush.
Then he moved back to the end of the bed and used that same brush to stimulate every nerve in my feet. Up and down, up and down and quite aggressively. If spanking was fun for me, this really wasn’t. He told me after that he went for ten minutes with the brush but it really felt like 30 to me. I was sobbing into my blindfold by the end. He made me do corner time holding the brush still in my blindfold and ankle cuffs afterwards.
I came close to using my safe word through the ordeal but I resisted. He would only have continued it later after a break and I wanted to get it over with. I never want to experience it again, which I guess is how some of y’all feel about harsh spankings. I do of course say this tongue in cheek, but thanks sisters for encouraging me to chat with him …! 😕