The dichotomy of a spanko

    After my last post, I started to think of what happens when I get what I ask for because I will. My strongest desire is to be made a blubbering, incoherent mess over Mommy's knee. The dichotomy for all spankos is the fact that we cannot bring to the forefront of our mind, with sufficient force, just how bad a punishment spanking hurts. No matter how many times we have been spanked there is no way to remember the pain. For us, it's not as simple as 1 + 1 = 2. For us it's: spanking + ? = tears. There is no way to physically remember that the question mark is unbearable pain. Being over my wife's knee is the last place I want to be when the pain starts, but isn't that how it should be? I am being punished and punishment is not supposed to be fun. The spanking should be agony from start to finish. Begging. pleading and sobbing is a by-product of that process. Afterward, in the corner, the memory of the pain is there in my bottom but has already started the process of leaving my mind. The next day I will already be in full fantasy mode, however, self-preservation has also kicked in and I toe the line.

  

   I had a man comment yesterday that I should stop sending things to my wife to try and force her to do this for me. He said I should go out of my way to make her life easier. I took no offense as he knows nothing about our relationship, but he is assuming a lot. First off, I go out of my way for my wife every day, as any couple should do for each other. Second, my wife is going to have not one reservation about beating my ass until I am in hysterics. About that I am sure!!! She has already seen the change that the last spanking, she gave me, brought about. She will have no problem giving me what I so richly deserve.

A new story I wrote for my wife that tells her, in a way, what I am looking for.

 “David Klemm go to your room this instant!!! Set up the chair, strip, and get in the corner!!! I’ve warned you many times about your attitude, young man………you are going to get your ass blistered harder than ever before!!!”

David practically ran down the hall, retrieved the chair, set it up, and then stripped and stood in the corner. He had never seen Tina so mad, and so determined at the same time. He knew that this was not going to be like his other spankings………..he was finally going to experience the kicking, pleading, bawling, snot-slinging spanking he had always fantasized about. And, he was terrified! He heard his wife enter the room, retrieve her bathbrush, and start his lecture.

“Now, young man, let us set some ground rules. I know you will kick, beg and sob your way through this spanking, however, you Will Not be allowed to swear. Is that understood? You are a young boy getting his ass blistered raw, but as a young boy, you will watch your mouth!!! Have I made myself clear?

“Yes, Mommy,” David responded as his mouth went dry.

Tina roughly pulled him out of the corner, by his ear, and pulled him roughly over her knee. She put one leg over his legs so that he could not escape the blistering he had so richly earned. She planned to turn him into a sobbing little boy long before this spanking was over. She planned to turn his fantasies into painful realities from now on!!! No more would she coddle this man who begged for discipline in his life! He had pleaded for her to be strict, and from now on he would get all that he had dreamed of, and she would never let him back out! She raised the bathbrush as high as she could and started the first of the many, many, punishment spankings to come in his life.

One minute into his spanking David knew that his wife was taking it to another level. Two minutes in and he felt like his flesh was searing off. Three minutes in he felt her switch to his sit spot and yelled “fuck.” Tina immediately stopped spanking.

There was a menace in her voice when she said, “I see that you forgot the rules, young man! Let me tell you what happens to young boys who cannot follow Mommy’s rules. First, this spanking, which is nowhere near finished, will be the worst thing you have ever felt in your life! When I am finished spanking you, I am going to drag you into the bathroom where I will wash your mouth out with soap. Then you are going to kneel in the corner, with your back straight, for twenty minutes. God help you if you slump because I will start the whole spanking again….DO NOT TEMPT ME!!! At the end of corner time, you can do what you want, but know this, you are going to get a five-minute, timed, strapping tonight before bed. From now on this is your dynamic. You have dreamed of this your whole life, and, as the woman who loves you, I am going to make your dreams, of being a severely disciplined husband, a reality that occurs frequently from now on. Now kiss me, you silly man.

From that spanking onwards David’s tears could have filled buckets, but he also overflowed with happiness!

 

Contradictions and confusion

 Every day I obsess about being spanked. Every day I send my wife more information on how to deliver a real punishment spanking. She told me she is saving all of the things I send her in a folder on her phone. This fact makes me happy, and scared, at the same time. The whole contradiction is that I crave punishment all of the way until it is happening! When I am over her knee, begging, screaming, and pleading, I would rather be anywhere else. When it's over I'm back to obsessing. I guess if punishment spankings occurred more often I would remember them better, and not look at them with euphoric recall. The confusion is real.

I guess I will make two posts today.

 I've been going through comments left on my blog; I had no idea people actually followed me.  For this, I am very sorry. Let me say that I will try to make it up to you by posting more regularly. Actually, there are quite a few of you that I would be interested in talking to. My email is: okcats2@hotmail.com

I'm going to post a picture of my very first punishment spanking. Enjoy!

We are finally on our way.

 

It finally happened!

My wife gave me my first punishment spanking. We have been talking about adopting this lifestyle, at my request, for a couple of weeks. I have always wanted this in my life, always desired it, always craved it................today the Goddess in my life took the reins and blistered my ass.
She asked me to pick up her prescription at the store because I was already going that way to pick up the food that I had ordered. The request pissed me off, I rolled my eyes and huffed okay because I felt put out. She told me that after I left the house, she was angry, but then had the revelation that I had given her full rein to do something about it. She sent me a text, that I didn't see until she told me about it, but the point was that I was in trouble. When I got home she told me to get the chair, put it in the bedroom, strip, and wait in the corner. I had some dread, but mostly I was ecstatic that the moment I had been waiting for my whole life was finally here!!!
She scolded me while I waited in the corner. She told me that I thought the world revolved around me, and that I was selfish. She told me she was going to work on changing my attitude now. She had a bath brush in her hand, took me over her knee, and blistered my ass. To say it hurt would be an understatement, however, it really was nowhere near a full punishment spanking because my ass start to bleed a little. I guess as my bottom gets tougher the spankings will become more unbearable.
The real point of this whole article is to shout to the world that my wife is my Goddess and I love her more than life itself!!! The gratitude I feel in my heart tonight is overwhelming.