Spanked for Speeding

Occasionally I have to give a spanking for something I never thought I would have to. I trust my wife in her behavior, although I know a few of her common weaknesses. I rarely have to worry about anything else. It saddened me then to learn she had gotten a speeding ticket, and with children in the car. Naturally, some going above the speed limit is normal, and nearly everyone does it. If a cop is handing out tickets for going a small amount above the speed limit, then he is just making easy money for the state. I would not be prepared to punish my wife for this, and would instead just warn her to stay below that in the future. It would still be basically normal driving. However, after some questioning, and after a few attempts to verbally dodge it by my wife, she finally admitted she was going well above the speed limit, in a range no one would find acceptable. The officer was not just making easy money for the state. He was doing a good public service with the ticket. Soon I would do mine.

Correcting a wife for dangerous behavior is a great help to her. It protects her, the family, and anyone who might be harmed by it. A spanking for speeding ought to be on the hard end of spanking. Its lesson should never be easily forgotten. For this reason, I made sure we had time alone in the house to take care of her correction. When she came home, I had her undress, and come to the basement to meet me. I had laid out for her on the coffee table a list of questions to answer in writing, and next to it, the wooden paddle. Of all the instruments I use, I keep the paddle around to correct the more severe bad behavior. I know she was nervous about our meeting, and it took her some bravery to accept her punishment. 

“Sit down at the table now, and answer the questions I wrote for you. You are going to get a hand spanking, and then the paddle today.” She sat down on the couch, took up the pen, and began reading them. She had not seen the paddle sitting out in years, and it must not have been easy to do her work next to it.

Her assignment included answering a few obvious questions about her behavior: Why do we have laws against speeding? What led you to speed? What harm came from your speeding? What other kinds of harm can happen when people drive dangerously? Do you understand that you earned this punishment? Is a spanking worse than the possible consequences of speeding? 

My wife read carefully, and wrote out her answers for me. When she was done, I had her come sit opposite to me on a wooden chair, and answer the questions. She read her answers, and I added a few follow-up questions. She understood well that she earned what was coming, and she understood it was serious. She knew I was displeased with having to pay the ticket on top of that. When her assignment was done, I began first with a hand spanking. 

“You can come right here, sit right here, and get over my knee.” She sat down on the couch beside me, and as I patted my knee, she leaned over and lay herself over my lap. I adjusted her waist and her legs to my liking and began. 

“Do you know that you earned this?”

“Yes sir,” She replied. 

I began spanking her bottom hard and fast.

“I am very disappointed in your behavior, I expect you to drive safely, I expect you to be safe when the children are in the car, and I don’t ever want to see that from you.”

“That behavior is not acceptable,” I said firmly, and continued in a long series of sound swats on her behind. “You earned every one of these.” Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. 

I paused her spanking briefly to speak with her in silence.  

“Are you sorry for what you did?”  

Yes, sir.” 

“Are you sorry for your dangerous driving?” 

“Yes sir.”

My spanking continued as I lectured. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. “You should be very sorry . . . and you will be more sorry.” 

“I am responsible for you, and I am not going to allow that. I am not going to allow you to do that . . . You are my wife, and you are going to face the consequences of that. For putting the children in danger, and for the ticket, that I am going to pay . . . You earned this,” I lectured, spanking throughout, the claps like a loud metronome keeping the beat. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. “You better learn this lesson tonight.” 

More spanks rained down continually on her bottom as she must have been wondering when it would end. My palm was growing warm and tingling from continual collisions with her backside, and my shoulder growing sore. I continued swinging with strength, as her backside reddened. 

“Do you know who you belong to?” “Yes, sir.” “Who do you belong to?” “You, sir.” “Who do you obey?” “You, sir.”

She let loose and began to sob as I spanked her. “That little butt belongs to me.” I paused again for a moment to let her listen in quiet. “And I don’t accept that from you. And I will not ever accept that from you. Do you understand?” 

She started sniffling. “Yes, sir.” 

“You will not do that again,” I commanded her, and I returned to spanking her bottom fast, my shoulder and elbow working mechanically and relentlessly to bring home the stinging swats. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. 

 “You are my woman. You have to follow my rules. You have to be safe, responsible, and obey your man. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir,” she answered, gasping, and barely audible. “Do you understand?” “Yes, sir,” she replied louder this time, and crying. 

I ended the hand spanking there.

“Okay,” I told her. I let her lean back up from over my knee and walked her towards the end of the couch. “Stand right here by the couch. Right here. You come, and you bend over.” She stood before the side arm of the couch, about a foot away from it, and bent over slowly, until her head and elbows were resting on the couch. I picked up the paddle, and examined her position. 

“Straighten up. Straighten your legs up.” She got her legs straight, bringing her bottom higher up in the air, and out. 

I tapped her bottom a few times with the paddle, then swung and delivered a hard stroke. She gasped as it landed. I brought down another harder one, and she begins to bawl. Then a third, and she cried out loud again.

“How do you need to drive?”

“Safely, sir.” She sniffled. 

A hard smack with the paddle. Another gasp as it landed on her bottom. Another smack. Then another. Then another. She let out a small grunt with each proceeding bang of the paddle. 

“You are responsible for the children’s safety when they are with you, do you understand?” 

“Yes, sir,” she said, sniffling and breathing deeply. 

I took another swing, which landed with a bang. She bore it with a grunt. Smack. Smack. Her tears were rolling out now. 

“You earned that, with your behavior. You going to obey the law in the future?” I tapped lightly three times on her behind. 

“Yes, sir,” she answered again, sobbing. 

A hard smack. She sobbed. Another one. Stripes were beginning to appear on her raised bottom, and a red blotch on one side. 

“Are you listening to your husband?” 

“Yes, sir.”

Smack. She cried out, sobbing again. 

“Are you going to learn the lesson?” 

Gasping for breath, and breathing heavily, she blurted out, “Yes, sir.” Then she continued crying. 

I brought the paddle way back and swung it down. Smack. 

“Who does that butt belong to?” 

She gasped. “You, sir.”

“That is correct.” 

Smack. “You need to be safe,” I said as she cried freely again. “And responsible.” Smack. 

I tapped her bottom with the paddle lightly again a few times. “You going to be a good girl from now on?” “Yes, sir,” she managed through tears.  

Smack “Am I going to catch you speeding again?” 

“No, sir.”

I gave her several taps, then brought the paddle way back. Another hard smack made her cry out loud. “You going to be safe around the children?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. “Oh,” she cried out. “Oh.” “Ah.” Then she continued bawling. 

“I do not ever,” Smack.  

“want to see that,” Smack, to the sound of her welling tears. 

“from you,” Smack. “Again . . . Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

A loud smack. She was crying continually. Smack. Smack. She cried out sharply at the last bang of the paddle, and continued to bawl, and sniffle. 

“Okay,” I said softly. “You can stand up.” I leaned her body up from its position bent over the couch, as she continued to sniffle. “You can take that over to the corner,” I said, handing the paddle to her, which she took in her two hands, still sniffling. 

“You stay there for fifteen minutes in the corner, and hold that. Think about what you have done, and how you are going to behave.”

She approached the corner holding the paddle, and waited until I was ready to deal with her further.  

I returned to the couch and sat reading for a while, as she calmed herself and gathered her thoughts. When I felt she would be ready to speak, and to receive further instruction, I had her come over. She came before me carrying the paddle, and lowered herself to her knees. 

“I know you had a hard lesson today,” I told her. “That is because you needed it to be hard.” I had my wife give her promise that she would never drive dangerously again. She explained how she would avoid it, by being away of the speed she was going, looking at the speed limits, and following the law. I then had her say “Thank you for the guidance,” which she managed, still holding back a few more tears. “What you had today was hard, but you could have faced much worse from driving like that,” I reminded her. 

“You can hand me back the paddle.”

She presented me the instrument with both of her hands, which I took and set beside me. Then I assured her that I still loved her, and that I had great confidence that she would do it right from now on. I never stop loving her, even when I correct her. I placed my hands on her waist, and she followed me up to sit on my lap, where I held her for a while, and kissed her forehead. Later she went back upstairs and got dressed, and we continued with our day, which was a lovely weekend day, which we enjoyed.

Afterward, in assessing the spanking I’d given her, my impression was that it could have been harder, considering the seriousness of what she did. Some of the paddle strokes in particular I thought were not hard enough. However, I believe it did accomplish its goal, in that she was truly remorseful, and bore a very difficult spanking. It was hard for her to go through. The correction will function well into the future to help her see the seriousness of that kind of driving, and to remember the consequences. As always, she was very gentle and soft after being spanked, which I saw in the coming days. It did the job, but as her husband, I hope I do not need to correct behavior so serious anytime soon, and will be able to leave the paddle in its place. Other families who are on the road will receive benefit from this public service as well, as they know the roads will be a little bit safer now. 

NOTE: This discipline description was based on an audio I made of the spanking itself. Other parts are recreated from memory, but the spanking itself is exact in its representation.