Well, this is a little different…I gave Joey a “full on” woodshed whuppin’ without scheduling it this past weekend. Ergo the title, “An Impromptu Trip to the Woodshed.” Usually when he has earned a trip to the woodshed, I will often schedule it out about a week or so. Most of the time it is so we can align our schedules, and secondly, as we have for the last few, set up to video record them, so we can share them.
But “back in the day”, when he needed a good spanking, I just gave it to him right then and there. While I’ve mentioned about the value of him having to fret, and count the days towards his rear end’s demise; there is also value to the immediacy of giving correction right at the moment of infraction.
Well it turned out that this weekend we had the house to ourselves (child at a sleepover). Joey had been knocking on the door the woodshed for a little while now. So I’m not surprised this went down like it did.
Saturday he was in the kitchen, adjusting the sliding glass door, and a few unexpected problems came up which annoyed him and put him in a bad mood. I understand that when things don’t go a certain way, it is easy to get frustrated. But after an F bomb or two, I told him kindly, “Joey, why don’t you take a break and look at it again later today or tomorrow.” To which he snapped back, “Why don’t you go do some laundry or something!”
I couldn’t believe my ears! I quickly turned to him and sternly said, “What the hell did you just say to me right now?” And you could see the realization on his face that he messed up as common sense started to seep back into his errant brain.” “I, uh…”, he stammered. “Nevermind. Come with me.” I was mad. As he got up, I grabbed his arm and told him, “To our room, NOW.” Then he started, “OK, I’m sorry, I was just getting frustrated. Jess…c’mon. Wait.” But I didn’t say a word, and just kept walking with him to our room. When he realized I was fully intent on spanking him, he said, “OK wait, at least let me set up the cameras, lights and mics, so we can at least record it.” At that time, we got to our room (aka The Woodshed). “You know what Joey? I don’t care about video recording or anything else right now, the only thing on my mind, is teaching you a lesson you will not soon forget!” His eyes got wide as he was clearly nervous. I don’t think he’s ever seen me this upset before.
“Babe I’m sorry. I really am.” He apologized. To which I quickly and sternly replied, “Yes, you are sorry, but you’re going to be EXTREMELY sorry in just a minute. Now assume the position.” He thought about saying something but knew he was already in deep trouble, and I was just going to get more upset if he kept talking or trying to get out of it. I went to our chest of implements and was like a kid on a shopping spree in a candy store. And as I saw implements that I knew were he LEAST favorites, I grabbed them…The Wicked Switch…The Wicked Strap, The long handled Wooden Bath Brush…and…The Razor Strap. There…that should suffice.
To his credit, he was bare butt bent over the end of our bed, “in position”. He looked over his shoulder and saw me carrying my implements of ass destruction, and his face looked like he had just seen a ghost. I dropped them on the bed in front of him and picked up the Wicked Switch first. His voice was thick with emotion and fear, “Jess, please…” I felt a tinge of sympathy for him, but my inner Wicked Queen kindly replayed his words…
“Why don’t you go do some laundry or something!”
and I immediately and easily channeled her back in…
“So, why don’t I go do some laundry or something? OK…I choose ‘something’.” And with that, I swung the switch across his butt. He immediately cried out. In the past I have broken skin with this switch, and I knew I still had three other implements I wanted to get to before the spanking was over, so I was careful to not OVER swing it. After about 20 lashes with it (approx. 10 per side), I thought I would come back to it, and end the spanking with it. So I put it down on the bed, and picked up the wooden bath brush. This, I didn’t have to be careful with and started spanking him with it HARD. Instead of my usual back and forth between two spots, I was spanking 5 times in a row, rapid fire, in the SAME SPOT before moving to the next spot. He was having quite the reaction to the brush. I had to remind him about staying in position, and warned him with getting the switch again, (which I was going to do later anyway). I kept spanking, probably around 60 times, the last half, his leg was quivering and he was crying, saying, “I’m sorrrry.” I tossed the bath brush onto the bed and picked up the Wicked Strap.
“You’re going to be even more sorry in a second.” SMACK!
If you’ve seen the Wicked Strap in action, you know it lands with weight and authority. He immediately cried out and was struggling to stay in position when the next one landed, and the next one…the tears and crying resumed quickly.
“You” – SMACK!
“Don’t EVER” – SMACK!
“Talk to me like that again!” -SMACK!
As we didn’t video record this, I wanted to provide a snippet of the Wicked Strap in action…This was taken from our Woodshed Whuppin’ Video:
I tossed the razor strap down on the bed on front of him, and picked up the switch to let him THINK I was going to use it again on him. (I know, I can be mean sometimes – but I was still channeling my inner-Wicked Queen). His crying had subsided when the strapping stopped, but when he saw me pick up the switch an soft, but audible sigh/cry came from his lips as he lowered his head, expecting the worst.
I rubbed the end of my switch over his welts and then leaned over to him and whispered, “I want you to know, that I was fully intending to tear you bottom up with my switch, but the razor strap did quite a number on you, so I’ve decided to not take that switch to you again.”
He about fell over himself, “Oh thank you My Queen, I’m so sorry, I will never…” “STOP. Talking.” I commanded. He immediately complied, and I continued to touch the welts with the end of my switch and said, “Joseph…Pay Attention…IF, you ever speak to me like that again, I will take two things to you. The Wicked Strap until you are a bawling mess. And THEN I am going to shred your backside with my Wicked Switch. Let me reiterate…SHRED your backside with the Wicked Switch. Do you think I am kidding?”
“God no, I don’t think you’re kidding. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He blurted out almost still crying.
I took a deep breath, put my hand on the small of his back, and then said, “Ok, your spanking is over.” Then I walked over to my throne, and just to change it up, instead of saying my usual “Nose to toes.”, I simply crossed my legs so my right foot was dangling my sandal, and said, “You know what to do my bad boy.”
He quickly came over, took off my sandal and started kissing the sole of my foot. After both of my feet were properly addressed. I got up and told him, “Ok, I want you to put everything away.” “Yes ma’am. Again, I’m so sorry for being so disrespectful. I was just mad and spoke out of anger.” He said, then gave me a long and soulful hug. “I know.” I replied, then continued, “and I forgive you. But it is important to learn that speaking out of anger is never a good idea. I think you learned that today, yes?” “Absolutely my Queen. Absolutely.” he quickly replied.
And just like that, I no longer had any tension or resentment towards him. Instead, I felt that very intimate and strong connection with him. I DO love that man. And I know he loves me as well. He is just my bad boy that needs a little “reminder” now and then.