I’m surely not the only husband who has given spankings for coming to bed very late. While I don’t have a strict standard, my wife knows the routine for getting the children to bed, and for getting to bed herself. If there is some unexpected emergency, naturally she can come to me and let me know she has to be late. However, to just keep me waiting for a long time, because he wanted to do other things, is unacceptable. This happened recently, and I took her to task for it.
This lateness was not the first time it had happened in recent weeks. She’d done the same thing around a month prior, and I let it go with a verbal reminder, after which she assured me she wouldn’t do it again. This time she would not get off so easily. I do not take it lightly if my wife ignores what I tell her, and I consider it both irresponsible and disrespectful, so it will earn her a very thorough spanking. That is what I planned to give her. It is better for her to have to face the music, because that will give her the chance to end her behavior, so it does not progress and get worse. She needs to know it is serious, and that I am serious.
I informed my wife in the evening that I’d have to have “a talk” with her. When she came in to our bedroom, I had her undress as usual, and she knelt before me, seeing the loopy she’d be experiencing sitting next to me.
“I’m going to have to deal with this tonight, and I think you know why,” I said. “I don’t accept you ignoring it when I tell you not to do things. I don’t accept you coming in very late without a reason. That has always been the case and it still is. So do you understand that you were doing wrong the other evening?”
“Yes, sir,” was her quiet reply.
“Okay. You should know that. And I told you about that before, not long ago. A month or so ago that happened again. I didn’t punish you that time. I reminded you what I expected. That is what I expect, and you know that. Now if it is repeated, you know very well how it will end up. You just don’t ignore what I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now if you were on a job and you simply ignored what your boss told you, or you came in very late without a reason, you would get called into the office. Then the boss might not give you a spanking, but he just might give you something that you like less. Now if you did it repeatedly, you surely would be called into the office. Is that clear? “
“Yes, sir,” she repeated.
“Now that is not a satisfactory way to do things. Now when you ignore what I say multiple times, and come in an hour late without a reason, I take it to be disrespect. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now you have to listen to what I say. Otherwise, that is disrespect clearly. Is it right to disrespect your husband?”
“No, sir.”
I shook my head slowly, and said “No it is not.”
Then I affirmed that she took responsibility: “Alright, so you know that you earned this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You should have known better. You should have listened to your man. And that’s why you’re going to end up over my knee tonight. I do not accept that. You better learn your lesson. Get over my knee.”
I slapped my knee a few times: tap tap. She stood up and came over, sniffling, and lay over my knee. I picked up the loop beside me and took a solid grasp.
“Get that little bottom in the air,” I said, adjusting her over my lap. “It is going to get whipped.”
I immediately went to work on her bare backside: Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap
“When I tell you to do something, you have to do it, is that very clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Slap
I asked her firmly, “Do you understand who your man is?”
“Yes, sir.”
Slap, slap, slap
“You earned this,” I said, and delivered another single hard slap. She began sobbing, as the lecture and strapping softened her.
“You are going to learn a lesson from me tonight,” I continued. “You earned this, you deserve it, and you learn from it.” Her chest heaved as she continued sobbing and sniffing
“Do you understand, woman?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are over my knee, and you are getting a lesson tonight.” Her upturned cheeks lay on my lap at my disposal.
Slap, slap.
“You don’t like that. If you don’t like that you should have thought about your choice. You should have chosen not to ignore your man. You should have chosen not to disrespect your man.” I gave her two light taps on the bottom before I continued. “I was your actions which led to this.”
Slap, slap, slap, slap, I continued her punishment with hard swats. “That little bottom is mine. If you don’t listen to your man with your ears, you’re going to have to listen with that backside, and learn your lesson over my knee.”
She was crying fully at her punishment, freely pouring out tears.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap
Her bottom grew pink as the loopy came down. “Does that hurt?” Slap. “Do you like that?” Slap.
No,” she answered, sobbing quietly.
I hammered the point home: “Now your choice led to that. You chose to ignore your man. You chose to disrespect your man. That is absolutely unacceptable. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she managed to blurt out after a few seconds.
“Do I accept you being irresponsible?”
Slap. “You answer your man.”
Through tears and sobs, she managed, “No, sir.”
“No, I do not. Do I accept you being disrespectful?”
No, sir.”
“No, so you learn your lesson tonight,” I instructed her, before I delivered a hard strapping to continue her punishment.
Slap, slap, slap. “And you think better next time.” Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap,
The tears started flowing freely again, as I landed the stripes. Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap. The final solid stroke landed, eliciting a sudden, deep breath from her.
“Now that’s not a way you want to spend your evening. You don’t want to have to end up over my knee, and you don’t want to end up getting whipped. Do you like that?”
She sobbed. “No sir,” she managed to say between tears.
“Then you need to choose better behavior. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You think about better behavior,” I directed her. “That’s what you need to do.” Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap
“You know better than that. You’ve been told before,” I told he in a strict and firm voice. Slap. “That is unacceptable. You know better.”
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap
More sobbing came from her, as her tears poured out.
“You do not keep your man waiting for an hour, without asking if there’s some reason. You do not keep me waiting for an hour, ever. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Have I told you this before?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then you need to commit yourself to doing things differently.” Slap “And doing things the right way” Slap Slap “The way that your man,” Slap, “has told you to do things.” Slap, slap, slap, slap. I heard her Sobbing and cries as I continued her chastisement.
“Who do you belong to?”
She sobbed heavily.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
“Who does that butt belong to?”
“You, sir,” she managed between sobs.
“Okay. You accept this lesson,” I told her. “You learn from this lesson. Then you commit yourself to doing things differently. This is your lesson.”
Through her tears I continued: Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, slap.
“Your man’s going to whip that butt when he needs to,” I said. “You’re not going to get away with dismissing what I tell you. And you’re not going to get away with disrespecting me. Those things are absolutely unacceptable in this marriage, is that clear?”
Slap
Crying, with shaking voice, she replied, “Yes, sir.”
“Now how are you going to behave from now on? Are you going to come in on time?”
Through trembling voice, she said, “Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to ask if you have to be that late?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you going to be respectful to your man?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you very committed to that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you committed to doing things the right way, like I have told you?”
“Yes, sir.”
Tap tap, “You need to be.” Slap. Gasp
“Are you sorry for your behavior?”
“Yes, sir,” she answered, still sobbing.
Slap. “You should be. You should be very sorry.” Slap, slap, slap, “I don’t accept that. You think about how you will do things, and you learn this lesson.”
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap, I continued through her sobbing and crying, slap, slap, slap, slap, as she cried more.
“That backside is not feeling good. Do you like being over your man’s knee?”
“No, sir,” she said, sniffling.
“Okay. Then you be a good girl. Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”
Through tears, she cried out, “Yes, siiiiir.”
Slap
“Do you know who you belong to?”
Still sobbing, “Yes, sir.”
Slap
“Are you going to be on time from now on?”
“Yes, sir.”
Slap.
“Are you going to respect your man?”
“Yes, sir.”
I finished her spanking like I usually do: “I do not,” Slap, “expect anything different. Is that very clear?”
“Yes, sir”.
Slap. “I am not going to accept that.” Slap. “From you ever again.” Slap. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she said crying.
“Are you my woman?”
Sobbing, “Yes, sir.”
Slap
“You learn your lesson?”
“Yes, sir,” through sobs.
Slap
“Okay,” I said finishing up. “That butt is mine. We’re done here. You can stand up.” I helped her lean up from over my knee and stand up. “You can spend a few minutes in the corner. Your man gave you hard lesson and a hard lesson is what you earned.” Her sobs continued.
I walked her over to the corner, and placed the loopy in her hands to hold during her corner time. “That is the lesson I expect you to learn,” I said, as I left her to think about her future behavior, still sniffling and sobbing.
I believe I had been as thorough as I wanted from the start. She had to face a long time laying over my lap, and must have been wondering when it would end. I believe a spanking ought to take a woman well past tears, and this one certainly did. She had to face her own responsibility and her own failing. I was extremely clear about what I needed from her. A woman being spanked should be left with no doubts about the seriousness of her wrong, and no doubts whom she belongs to. She should be very grateful when her spanking is finally over.
After giving my wife fifteen minutes or so in the corner, and plenty of time to think about how to respond, I brought her back over for our finishing talk. I had her explain how she would correct her behavior in the future, and show that she knew what I expected of her. She gave me her word that it would never happen again. “That session was hard for you,” I explained, “but it was important and you needed to face the consequences and learn. It’s a short part of an evening altogether, but the rewards are for much longer.”
I have not seen her come in that late since this correction, and I have seen her be very attentive in other matters. She always ups her performance a notch. This I am pleased to see. A spanking helps a wife to listen to her husband, and always serves as a reminder to follow him. It gives her a humbling that will help her to serve.
Like my past discipline description, this was transcribed from an audio of the spanking itself. All of the dialogue and the strapping is correct to the last detail.
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