punishment

After

As you might expect I have been feeling the effects of my correction pretty acutely ever since. My corner time with Hannah’s moist and musky panties let me gradually surface from my submissive embrace of the pain I deserved. But I was still a little shakey when, some time later Hannah arrived with a warm damp face cloth and witch hazel.

“You just stay in your corner. I clean your poor bottom up and the witch hazel will start mending your welts. But I suspect you’ll be using your standing desk for a few days.”

Hannah is always very sweet to me after she’s corrected me. Often she will let me have an orgasm to take my mind off my throwing bottom. But not now.

“There you go Darling. The little blood spots are all cleaned up. I could see your little cock trying to get hard in its cage and your punishment panties. Don’t bother. Your cage is staying on. I like not having to even think about your cock. On the other hand, as you can tell from my panties, whipping you was more exciting that I thought it would be. You can come out of your corner and go to work. I’m going to have a nice long bath. Tonight, before cocktails, I’ll want you to lick me.”

Which I did to the best of my ability and I stood in my corner again as Hannah finished behind me. She told me she stared at my bruised, striped bottom as she fell over her edge.

“I am a very lucky woman to have such a sweet, obedient, man as my husband… Now pour me another glass of wine and bring more olives.”said Hannah.

“Yes Miss… Pleasure.”

Ouch!

bathbrush spanking

high impact

It has been, thank Heavens, some time since the Lady of the House has used her bath brush to punish me. I can’t say I miss it.

However, looking at our Amazon sales I noticed that some unlucky husband is going to find himself on the wrong end of the brush pictured here. What a monster that is. A fifteen inch beechwood handle which will let his wife gain a lot of mechanical advantage. Unlike a cane where the pain is intense but confined, a bathbrush can be just as intense but the pain is spread over a wider area.

Six sharp strokes with a cane and an errant husband will be lifting his legs and having a hard time holding his position. The same strokes with a brush and, unless he is firmly tied, even the toughest husband will be trying to squirm away from his correction.

So, to my soon to be sore compatriot, my strong suggestion is that you hasten to buy your wife a nice whippy cane before her bathbrush arrives in the mail. Maybe she, like the Lady of the House, will like the appearance of welts.

My even stronger suggestion is that you be very, very good and deeply attentive.

Of Course You Need a Whipping

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Bend over…

“Well it has been much too long since you’ve been whipped darling. So pull up your nighty and bend over.”

Hannah was right, it had been too long. Holidays, good behaviour, the lasting effects of a daily ten minutes pressing her panties into my corner and thinking of her. Perhaps the little black chastity cage where my cock has been since New Years Eve reminds me to be on my best behaviour. But I had not been whipped for weeks.

There was no nonsense with Hannah. I took my position and I heard the cane slice through the air. The first six strokes were fairly light as Hannah found her range. The next six were firmer and the cane began to bite.

“Lovely. All nice and red. But now dear it is time for you to have some real stripes. Six should be sufficient today.”

With that Hannah drew her cane back and put some real force into the next stroke. She has whipped me harder but not much. Three more strokes lined my bottom and I knew what was coming. After the straight strokes are the crosses where Hannah brings her cane down at 45 degrees and each place it crosses an earlier stroke is blistered. I braced for the first cross stroke and vocalized as it came. Two more each an inch away from the last and Hannah was done.

“Now, you can go to your corner and think about how much you want to avoid a punishment caning this year. And no rubbing.”

Hannah peeled off her moist panties and pointed me to my corner, bottom blazing.

“I’ll call you when you’re done.” she said leaving me in my corner.

Loved, cherished and slightly bruised.

Church then Whipping

“Of course we’re going to Church,” said the Lady of the House six minutes before the service began in our wonderful little Church seven minutes from our front door. I’m afraid I said something a bit disrespectful as to Hannah’s lateness. As we walked at speed to Church she leaned over to me, “And when we get home we’ll take care of your snarky comment.”

Church passed quickly and we soon were walking home. Hannah had enjoyed the service and we had fun dissecting the sermon. And, truth to tell, I was pretty sure Hannah had forgotten all about my remark. I was wrong. As I took off her coat she said, “You can go up to your corner and wait for me. Don’t bother apologising. I really should have whipped you before we went to Church and you could have enjoyed a well welted bottom on the pew for an hour. But we’ll make up for that now.”

I did as I was told and about fifteen minutes later I heard Hannah coming up the stairs. “You can get into position.” was all she said.

I knelt on our bed. No warm up. Just strokes of the heavy rattan cane. First half a dozen medium and then, with only a second’s pause to adjust her position six full swings of the cane. I was grunting after two and I could feel the welts rising. The last two strokes crossed the first four as Hannah swung her cane on the diagonal.

“There.”she said standing back and admiring her work, “If I am running late it is none of your business. And those welts will remind you to speak respectfully. Now pull up your girdle and we can have coffee.”

I am very loved indeed.

Just for Fun

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Sassy gals get spanked

I’ve been working on Hannah’s book, Avails: Escorting for the Elegant Woman which is taking longer than we expected. But all work and no play makes for a dull Elliot so I put together this affectionate look at 1950’s Cartoon Spanking. Late for work, spelling errors, dinged the car, a girl in the 1950’s knew she’d be over her boss’s or husband’s knee in no time. Have fun and watch out for the political correctness police – they might give you a spanking.

You can click on the image or go here to see a sexy sample of those nice 1950’s gals getting what they deserve.

A quick correction

“Just because your girdle is little tight you have no right to be snippy with me. Get upstairs this minute.”

Hannah was not kidding when she said a couple of weeks ago that she was going to be raising her expectations. I stood by our bed, trousers off, girdle and panties at my knees. Hannah marched up the stairs.

“I expect you to be polite and respectful at all times. You have a nasty tenancy to be flip and I don’t like it one bit. Now bend over and put your hands flat on the bed.”

No warm up. Just six hard strokes of he favorite 36 inch rattan cane delivered quickly and accurately.

“Now pull your girdle back up and get back to work. There are two articles overdue. And you should remember that if you are flip with me you’ll be right back up here and it won’t just be half a dozen.”

(Hannah has been looking for a cane with a little more heft and found this “heel stick“. Frankly I think it looks nasty but Hannah is all for upping my game.)

12 strokes

“You darling have been more than a little snarky. Let me just get my downstairs cane. Now disrobe and over the chair.”

No warm up. Just a dozen well placed strokes with a cane I didn’t even know Hannah had placed in our coat closet.

“I will not… Stroke… Have you… Stroke… Become a grumpy old man… Stroke.”

My bottom was blazing and I was deeply relieved when Hannah finally stopped.

“There. Done. And no more snippyness.”