Growing up, I wouldn’t say my siblings and I got a LOT of spankings. But we each earned ourselves a handful. Mostly from my Mom as she was a stay at home mother and had no problem taking off one of her sandals to take care of business right then and there. Although there were a couple of times we heard the infamous, “Wait until your father gets home.” Which was horrifying as we knew that probably meant…The Belt.
The one time my Mom said that to me, I remember going to her closet and bringing her one of her meanest sandals and asking her for a spanking instead of telling my Dad. When she asked why, I told her, “Because his spankings REALLY hurt.” Which was genius, I know…and yes, she took it as in insult. So not only did she give me a wicked spanking with that sandal, but when my Dad got home, she STILL told him what I did and suggested a good belting was in order. OOOhh! The betrayal!
Thankfully my Dad took it easy on me as he could see my Mom had already lit my backside up. But I learned several lessons that day.
# 1 – First and foremost, don’t repeat that offense again.
#2 – Don’t EVER tell Mom or imply to her that her spankings weren’t as bad as Dad’s.
#3 – Never underestimate the power of a smart and strong woman to make your punishment worse.
Spankings at home were only carried out with a hand, a sandal or in the worse instance, a belt. Thankfully, we never knew the awful pain of an electric cord. Nope…that little gem of an experience didn’t happen until…My Wife/Wicked Queen.
That said, she didn’t get spanked with a cord growing up either. So how did her lovely brain decide on taking one to my behind? Well…bad timing on my part and my wife’s new Instant pot sitting out on the counter after She had made dinner in it.
I was already due for a woodshed session and she had told me that it was coming but hadn’t decided on which night she was going to give it to me. Anyway, I had a couple glasses of wine in me and more bravado (or stupidity – depending on your point of view) than I should have. And I started teasing her a bit with some good old fashioned male chauvinistic gems (she loves that). You know, like telling her to get back into the kitchen. Brilliant statements like that.
Before I knew it, she was in full ass beating mode and looking around the kitchen for something to spank me with. Then…I saw the look on her face as she saw the cord to the Instant Pot (already detached). Her eyes lit up and I kid you not, an actual smile appeared on her face. At the same time, my facial expression was of one who had just seen a ghost and I was vacating the premises quickly.
For those of you who don’t have or know…the Instant Pot cord is about 3 feet long and is a thick, heavy cord. It detaches completely from the unit, making it easy and convenient to use on a bad backside. She grabbed it, doubled it over and came looking for me.
I was already down the hall when she came out of the kitchen and commanded very sternly, “Come. Here.” Before much thought processed through my brain, I heard myself respond with an emphatic. “No!”. That no response came from the self preservation part of my brain, I’m sure of it.
She came after me and I ran. Which pretty much put her at DEFCON ONE! The memory part of my brain started conversing with the rational part of my brain, reminding me of the severe whuppin’ she gave me, the last time I ran from her. But self preservation and my backside retorted, “But she’s got a cord!” But…reason persisted, “The more I run, the worse I am going to get it…WITH the cord.” So, after that sobering thought, I meekly walked up to her and turned myself in. She grabbed me by my arm and took me to the coffee table and told me to bend over. And even though I had resigned myself to the spanking, self preservation was not giving up so easily. “He” pleaded, and begged which only made her more angry. Finally, I was able to get all my faculties in line, took down my pants and underwear and bent over the coffee table for the worst.
The lashes came fast and furiously (but to her credit, very much in control). The pain was immediate and severe, right up there with the water soaked cane and almost in line with the wicked switch. It wasn’t long at all before tears started forming in my eyes and my voice was breaking. When it was over, I remember being SO thankful that the searing pain was no longer screaming through my backside. Granted, my butt was still on fire but the searing pain was no longer present.
Then she calmly said, “Now…this is for running from me.” And just like that, the searing pain returned, over and over again. Tears were flowing and I was doing my best to stay in position in an effort not to piss her off anymore. After a bit, she stopped spanking. But then said, “And THIS, is for telling me NO!” And continued the onslaught on my behind with that evil cord. I’m not gonna’ lie. I was full on crying as it hurt like hell.
Finally she stopped and said the glorious words, “OK…NOW your spanking is over.” I turned to her and dropped to my knees. Sobbing and holding onto her legs in front of me. The cord still doubled over in her hand. I apologized for my behavior and told her I learned my lesson and would be better behaved. She told me she hoped so because she likes this new implement. She played with my hair for a brief moment, then handed me the cord and told me to put it away. She said slightly annoyed, “I’m sure this wasn’t good for that cord.” To which I responded, “I think it was a lot worse for my backside.” She laughed and went back into the kitchen.
I couldn’t wait to put that cord IN the Instant pot and the whole thing in a cupboard somewhere out of site. And I know this for sure…The next time she is cooking with the Instant pot, I will be on my best behavior.
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Your trips to the woodshed remind me of my wife’s statements when she is really annoyed with my behavior. When she says a trip to the woodshed she means a trip to a friend of hers who is a male dominant.
When we get to his house, I have to park at the bottom of his driveway, which is about 350 feet from his “woodshed” which is a cottage on his property. My wife leaves me in the car while she wlks up to the cottage/woodshed, telling me to follow her in about five minutes, but completely nude. I then undress in the car and walk to the cottage/woodshed hoping that no one will drive by and see me naked.
At the door i have to stand and wait until he finally opens it and takes me inside and secures me to a spanking bench; my wife is seated there to watch.
He then proceeds to whip me with a variety of different straps. The whipping usually last about 30-45 minutes, depending on her mood. I am always in tears, pleading and begging for it to stop, of course ti doesn’t stop until she decides that I’ve had enough.
Then I’m untied and sent to the car, still naked with a VERY sore behind. Believe me the word “woodshed” can cause a panic in me every time she says it.
I don’t know if it’s the actual whipping or the humiliation involved but i find the whole this exciting as well as painful.
Thanks for sharing your experience. Yes, I think the word “woodshed” SHOULD be a cause for fear for a husband who needs a good attitude adjustment. I assure you when I tell my husband that he’s earned a trip to the woodshed, he frets it all the way up to and during the whuppin’. Glad to hear your wife is getting your backside addressed in one way or another.
Freakiest thing I’ve ever heard.
No running here. My wife and I both know when I need it. She might say words like, “You’ve crossed the line”. I can’t imagine running. Usually the spanking happens when we are going to bed after guests have left and the kids are sleeping.
I will get everything ready. The chord, ball gag and restraints. I’ll strip and lie face down on the bed. She will come in and tie me spread eagle. I’m totally conflicted knowing it’s going to be insanely painful and that I could just say “no” but in doing so, knowing nothing would ever be the same.
I’m tied and gagged because we both know I don’t have the self control to lie still and be quiet.
There is no warm up. She lashes hard and fast. I writhe on the bed and scream into the gag. The chord is a doubled over USB lead and hurts like hell. Some lashes are across both buttocks. Some across just one. Some are across the back of one leg wrapping round. Sometimes it’s so painful I’ve wet myself. By the time she’s finished the welts have risen and the skin is broken in some spots. By morning the backside and backs of my legs have dark brown and yellow bruising. Usually takes two or more weeks to heal.
I will say…that is quite the harsh spanking. While I’ve spanked Joey quite harshly before, and have left bruising and other marks on his backside; I’ve never made him lose control of bodily functions (aside from crying). I would imagine you learn your lesson from these spankings. Hopefully for your butt’s sake, you don’t get them too often.
Hi Wicked Queen,
It’s an interesting mental conflict.
It’s not punishment in the traditional sense that the miscreant may restrain future behaviour out of fear of being punished again.
It’s more a connection. A drawing close.
I would also say, that unlike a lot of fem Dom porn where the female somehow degrades the male by femenising him. Dresses him in women’s clothes and so on, my wife wants me to be masculine. Physically strong. So working out. Wearing masculine clothes. Suits for formal occasions. Shorts and tee shirts for informal. Also she does not want some helpless whimp of a male. She expects me to be proactive in doing things like looking after the yard and cars.
She’s likes me to have time with other guys. Go to the footie or a weekend camping.
The physical punishment is something I asked for. I like looking after her. I like the somewhat kinky power thing.
It’s not arguing with her.
It’s when she asks me to do or wear something that I do it without arguing and also to the best of my ability. It’s getting her a drink when we’ve friends over. We are quite open that she’s the dominant one in our family.
I do see differences in other families. Sometimes when I’m out with the guys, some of them will phone home to make sure their wife is OK with them staying out. My wife does not want that. She sees that as childish.
What does trigger a whipping is things like rolling my eyes or not finishing jobs or forgetting something that I am supposed to do.
She does get aroused whipping me too so she will do it so I show my submission. I don’t get aroused during the whipping as I’m fighting the pain. The first sexual activity after a whipping is kissing, and then me pleasing her with my tongue.
I feel you have described your relationship really well. I can recognize my wife and I in that as well. Our relationship is very similar. Only she doesn’t have to tie me down or gag me when she punishes me. Me keeping in position and keeping (almost) silent is part of it. I have to show I am man enough to take the punishment she dishes out. Let me tell you, it is not a walk in the park. We use a rubber tawse. That is something really “effective” if you know what I mean. Even a week later, if I look at my ass I can still see who is boss!
I’m not sure I like the statement, “I have to show I’m man enough to take the punishment she dishes out.” It could be insulting to those that utilize restraints, and those that cry out. Also, crying out and crying is sometimes a release and submission for the spankee. Not always due to the actual pain. Sounds like you have a very high pain tolerance, as a rubber tawse is no joke. But I just wanted to jump in and make sure we’re all respectful of how we practice “this thing of ours.” 🙂
Great story! I have felt the cord on occasions… it is really a punishment!! I love that you gave him three spankings for different faults… that’s how it should be.
Thanks Peter, I get creative with the spankings sometimes. 😉
Hi WQ, I’ve never had an electric cord applied to my bare backside and not really sure I would want to experience such a severe spanking. I’m really afraid my partner will see this section and what the results will be. He loves to try new items to spank me on my bare behind. I do get real ratty sometimes and I do need and expect a very hard and long correction session either over his lap or our bed, so maybe one of these days I will be receiving many strokes with such an electric cord as you describe. My bottom is shaking just thinking of that cord being applied.
Yeah, the cord is right up there with the cane and wicked switch. Since the Instant Pot cord is always kept in the kitchen with the Instant Pot, it usually only comes into play for impromptu spankings, when I have just had enough at the moment and it is close by. However most of the time, I will take my belt off, or ask him for his. The first time he hesitated to provide his belt, I then went for the Instant pot cord. Now, when I ask for his belt, he immediately takes it off and hands it to me. Funny how that works, eh? 😉