Last week my wife took me to the “woodshed” and gave me a good old fashioned and severe belt whuppin’. As a matter of fact, it’s a week later and I still have some bruising and blood blisters on my backside.
I’ve gotten the belt many times before and all of them have taught me quite the lesson, but I realized that there are several ways she approaches a belt spanking that I thought I’d highlight in this post.
The first and probably most ominous approach, is when she’s already wearing the meanest belt in her arsenal and tells me to either “Bend over.” or “Assume the position.” Either statement means the same. Pull down my pants and underwear and bend over the end of our bed. Our bed is pretty tall and so it is the perfect spanking bench as when I bend over it, my butt is in the perfect position for the spanking. After I bend over, she walks over to the left side of the bed so if I turn my head and look to the left (while bent over), I can see her as she starts to unbuckle her belt. The jingle of the brass buckle is followed by the slither sound of the leather belt sliding through her belt loops, as she pulls it through and doubles it over. Knowing how bad that belt hurts, and that severe pain is about to enter your body, can almost take your breath away as she walks back to the end of the bed with it doubled over.
The second approach is when she isn’t wearing that belt and goes into our bedroom closet to get it. This is a bit worrisome as there are a slew of other painful implements in that closet and sometimes, when I think I’m getting just the belt, she’ll walk out with her belt in one hand and her cane in the other. Or sometimes, she’ll call an audible and just come out with the cane or switch. (For the record, I would gladly take a woodshed whuppin’ with a belt, than the cane or switch).
So, watching her walk into the closet, your stomach begins to feel nervous, knowing that your going to get it but hoping it is not going to get worse then a belting. Then when she comes out with the belt and doubles it over, there is a second of relief which quickly goes away as you realize that the belt hurts like hell and is about to blister your backside.
The third approach is what happened last week. She wasn’t wearing a belt and so she told ME to go get her belt and lay it on the bed. And while she didn’t specify which belt to get, I have already learned the hard way, not to try to bring her a less heavy, mean, painful belt. The last time I did that, she made that belt turn so that a majority of lashes were the dreaded edge swats. Then, after what I thought was the belt whuppin’, she tossed the belt on the bed and told me to go get her THE belt. Which I did, and got the belt whuppin’ I would’ve gotten, had I just brought her that belt in the first place. Lesson. Learned.
So anyway, I go to our closet and over to her belt rack (yes, she has a rack from which many leather belts hang), and I look for and take her meanest leather belt off its hook at which point I’m reminded of its weight and density. I walk out of the closet, doubling the belt over and then lay it on the bed for her as she sits in the lounge chair (her throne), in our room, watching and dangling the sandal on her crossed over leg. In this particular instance, after I put the belt on the bed, she told me to come kneel before her. Where she pulled out her phone and started going over a list of my transgressions that she had been keeping record of. This list was longer than I anticipated and made me realize I was in for a serious whuppin’.
After she read the list, she told me that she was going to show me what “being bad, feels like”. And then the dreaded words, “Assume the position.” I got up from my knees and walked over to the bed. Unbuckled my belt and dropped my shorts and underwear. I bent over the bed next to the doubled over leather belt at which point, I saw her hand reach down and pick it up.
She exclaimed, “You have been so bad, that I’m actually giddy about whuppin’ your backside right now.” And with that, the belting began. Lash after lash after lash. Oftentimes, she’ll address a transgression and then give me 5 or 6 swats with her belt, then start talking some more about it or about a new transgression. Those little breaks in between are a welcomed little break to the pain. But not this time. This time, she did all her talking up front, and just kept swinging and spanking me with her belt. Over and over again. After about 30 swats from one side, she walked over to the other side and started again. Swat after miserable swat. If you’ve ever been spanked, you know that the accumulation of pain from swat after swat, after swat is worse, than long or various pauses during the spanking where the pain subsides for that moment.
She spanked from both side in long stretches and what I gather was about 70 to 80 lashes later. She stated, “That spanking is over, but I remember I owe you 30 lashes for popping off the other day.” Oh man, I thought…30 more?! I was already in tears. The first swat landed and when I didn’t count “1” and “thank you”. She got annoyed, “So, I’m just going to keep spanking until you start the count, is that it?” I honestly didn’t know this was part of the final count thing she has me do as the number has never been that high. Usually, it is 10 but on a rare occasion it is 20. But she was using this last 30 as the final count. “I’m sorry my Queen!” I stammered, “I didn’t know you wanted me to count these…One! Thank you.” “No no.” she quickly responded. We start over. SMACK! “One! Thank you!” I cried out. And so on, crying through and counting 15 swats in a row on one side, then 16 through 30 from the other side.
Afterwards, she held onto the belt and came over and whispered in my ear, “Do you think you can behave now? Because I can continue.” “Yes Ma’ am, I can behave. Please let me show you. I’m eager to please.” I begged as I felt my backside throbbing from the top of my butt to the upper backs of my legs. She paused for a moment and I about held my breath, honestly not knowing if she would start up again or not. Thankfully, she told me to “come here”. The signal that the spanking is over. And like after every spanking, I go to her, drop to my knees and hold her around her waist. She usually still holds the implement she spanked me with in one hand, and strokes my hair or wipes away a tear with the other. Then she backs up and puts her foot forward without saying a word as I am to kiss it. Then she switches to the other foot and I do the same. After that, she’ll either hand me the belt or toss it on the bed and tell me to put things away. Which I do and then I go look at my disciplined backside in the mirror.
So…Which approach does your Wife or GF do, when she gives you the belt?