As many readers know, my wife has a vicious Italian leather belt that is one of her favorite implements to tan my hide with. It is also a belt she wears often. When I catch glimpses of it or hear her take it off, I now have legitimate reactions of, “Uh oh”, as my mind quickly reviews recent events to see if I can recall what I may have done wrong.
The spankings with it are quite harsh as it is a well conditioned, dense, pliable, leather belt. She doubles it over when she spanks with it. There are no warmups, no long pauses, and no rubbing of my butt in between swats or any time during the spanking. It is a REAL spanking where she is laying on one swat after another, from the top of my butt to the upper backs of my legs. Granted, most of the lashes land in the main buttocks area but those high and low lashes add a few exclamation points to the spanking that can get the tears going, if they are not already. That’s what a real belt whuppin’ looks like over here.
Part of my responsibilities are to maintain her leather sandals and belts, which means applying leather conditioner or leather oil like Neatsfoot oil to the belt to prevent it from drying out. You can tell when a belt is a little dry as it will soak up a decent amount of oil. This oil also adds weight and pliability. It also makes the belt more severe when it comes to spanking.
Over the years, I’ve decided that the best time to check and condition her leather belts is shortly after one of my spankings. The reason being, is that I usually will find myself in trouble and getting some sort of spanking about every month to month and a half. So I’m trying to give any belts that I might get it with an opportunity for some of that oil to dry out and lose a little weight and/or flexibility. Probably doesn’t make THAT much of a difference but just holding and handling a freshly oiled leather belt seems to indicate otherwise. Anyway, what I was trying to avoid is what happened this past weekend, which was having to oil the belt right BEFORE getting spanked with it.
In all honesty, I had already earned myself a woodshed type spanking. It had been a little while since I had gotten one and my attitude was deteriorating rapidly. So all it took was just one smart ass response to one of her questions befpre she said, “That’s it. I’m taking you to the woodshed tonight!” Man…just the threat of getting taken to the woodshed for a whuppin’ made my arrogance do a full stop.
At this point I wasn’t sure what she would use on me in the woodshed. Don’t get me wrong, all woodshed whuppin’s suck, but some implements are nastier than others. Like the wicked switch or cane. If I never got another spanking with either one of those things, that’d be fine with me.
Anyway, she went into our room and came back out to our great room (where I was sitting), holding her belt with a mean look on her face. “When was the last time you conditioned this belt?” she sternly asked. OH. SHIT. I remembered that I hadn’t oiled any of her belts for quite some time. It used to be a task on the ATS (Accountability Task Sheet), but I had taken it off, citing that I always remember to keep her leather belts and sandals oiled/conditioned, so it didn’t really need to be on there.
“I, uh…I’m not sure.” I sadly responded. Not knowing how best to navigate through these treacherous, butt-blistering waters.
“Come here.” she commanded. I got up and carefully walked up to her. The belt wasn’t doubled over, and so I was fairly sure that she wasn’t going to start swinging it right then. “Look at the edges and how they are drying out.” she said. “Is this or isn’t this your responsibility?” she questioned. “It is.” I sheepishly answered. She continued, “Didn’t YOU tell me that we could just take that off the ATS sheet because you always remember to condition my belts and sandals?” “Yes Ma’am.” I responded. Then she said, “Come with me.” As she started down the hall to our room. I followed and could feel fear welling up in the pit of my stomach, as I was sure this was going to be a whuppin’ for the books.
We got to our room but instead of her pointing to the bed or telling me to “Assume the position”, she continued into our master bathroom. She handed me the belt and said, “I want to you oil this belt right now and if I think you are not oiling it as much as you normally would, you’ll bring me the switch and we’ll try it again.” As most of you now know, I make no bones about not wanting to tangle with that switch at ANY time. So I took the belt from her and got out the Neatsfoot oil and my sponge and cloth and began the process of oiling the belt, which was now laying across our sink. Much to my dismay, that belt was THIRSTY. You could tell I hadn’t conditioned it in a while, because she was drinking up that oil quickly. I had the urge to yell to it, “Ok, STOP. That’s enough!” but she kept drinking in a bit more.
If you’ve ever oiled a leather strap like this, you know that difference in how it feels afterwards. You can feel the increase in weight of it. I handed it back to my Queen and thankfully, she felt it too and was pleased as an evil grin appeared on her face. “Oooo, now this…this is how this belt should feel.” I had a slight moment of relief as it appeared that I avoided getting lashes with the switch if she made me oil it some more. She then said the fateful words, “And now YOU ARE going to experience how this belt feels…on your backside. Go assume the position.”
It was a short dreadful walk from our bathroom into our bedroom and to the end of our bed. Once there, I pulled down my shorts and underwear and bent over the end of the bed, awaiting her and her newly oiled, leather belt.
She was right behind me and I heard the familiar jingle of the brass buckle of the belt as she started to double it over. I knew this belt now had some more “oomph” to it. And dammit, this belt does not need more “oomph”!
“You had already earned yourself a trip to the woodshed, but after that whuppin’, we’re going to have another chat about slacking on the conditioning of my belts.” she said. And without further word or warning, the first lash of the belt came, hard and fast. SMACK! “UGH!” I grunted out. The end of the belt just slightly wrapping to the side of my butt. The pain seemed more intense than any belting I had gotten before. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! One after another hard lashes with her belt kept landing. My knees were buckling slightly and I doing my best to maintain position so as not to earn more swats. SMACK! SMACK! FRWHUP! (a dreaded edge swat landed) and I cried out as the searing pain shot deep inside my backside. A short way into the spanking, my grunts turned into cries and tears started rolling down my face. But the belt kept landing. After about 35 to 40 lashes with the belt. She walked over to the other side of me and started again. My butt was on fire, and throbbing. Some more edge swats entered into the mix, about 1 every 7th or 8th swat. A few lashes to the upper backs of my legs brought my cries into a sobbing. But the belt kept landing until she had delivered about 35 to 40 lashes from that side as well.
She tossed the belt onto the bed in front of me. Through tears I saw it laying there haphazardly and still mostly doubled over. Even just laying on the bed, this inanimate leather object looks sinister.
I heard the clicks of her sandals as she walked into our closet. My heart sank because I just KNEW that she was going to go get the switch and put on her switch spanking sandals. Just the thought of that almost made me cry in and of itself.
To my (somewhat) relief, the sandals I heard, as she walked back out of the closet and up to me, were NOT her switch whuppin’ sandals. (Yes, I can tell by sound.) Again, a short lived moment of relief that the switch was not coming my way. Instead, she had the Spencer paddle. That’s no joyride, let me tell ya’. I took a deep breath as she walked up to the left side of me, as I was still bent over the end of the bed.
“Now, I’m going to take this paddle to you.” she said. “And while I’m paddling you, I want you to look at my belt in front of you and remember what happens when you don’t keep her oiled like you should.”
As soon as I looked up at the belt in front of me, I felt the sting of the paddle right in the middle part of my butt. “Ughh!” I cried out. And the swats kept coming, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK…The accumulation of sting was too much and I started crying again. I don’t know how many more swats landed but if I had to guess, it was about 15 to 20 in a row. She doesn’t switch sides when she is using the paddle as the paddle addresses the butt very evenly.
She then walked over to her throne, still holding the paddle and sat down. “Come to me my love.” she softly and lovingly said. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear that were around my ankles and walked up to her, then knelt in front of her. “I’m sorry my Queen.” She put the paddle down on the floor beside me and pulled me towards her so that my upper body was across her lap. She played with my hair and said, “I hope you have learned what happens when you completely forget or ignore one of your responsibilities.” “Yes Ma’am, I certainly have.” I quickly responded. “Good, because I’m sure you don’t want to go down this road again anytime soon?” “I sure don’t.” I answered earnestly. “Good. I don’t necessarily want to give you this bad of a spanking, but WILL if necessary. Perhaps you might want to add the task back on the ATS, just as a safety net?” she suggested. “I think that is a great idea my Queen. Thank you for the suggestion.” I replied.
She motioned for me to get up and then she got up, walked over to the bed and picked up her belt and started to put it on, then asked, “Would you like a bourbon?” “Yes my Queen, that would be great. Thank you.” I gratefully responded. And she left the room.
It was quite the lesson that I plan on never having to learn again. As I put my underwear and shorts on again, I could feel the painful soreness from the spanking as my clothes slid over my backside. I wiped my tears, put her paddle away, smoothed the winkles on the bed, and went to join my Queen for a drink.
Wow , my wife was under the weather and my attitude got me in today . She keeps a journal and writes infractions in it i earned a big one today.
I bet it was torture oiling the belt knowing what was going to happen next. Hows the sitting going lol
Hey Dan, yep…that can UP the level of spanking for sure. And the sitting or leaning against something provided for consistent reminders of my poor behavior for days. LOL Actually still have some marks from that spanking.
For me , and may I add for my wife, the lead up to the punishment is a key part of the experience, knowing or in certain circumstances not knowing that at a given time you have to present yourself , face the consequences of your behaviour and take, without question what is deemed to be suitable retribution, is in itself , a commitment to trust and love within our relationship.
Hi Ken, that is a very good point and you hit the nail on the head regarding it being a commitment to trust and love with a relationship!
Hi Joey and WQ,
I love everything you post and I return here frequently. My wife and I have just recommitted ourselves to continuing with DD and I have to admit there is one aspect that fills me with fear. That’s the ability to take whatever she dishes out. You will note that I have changed my tune from my earlier 🙂 My earlier comments were about how I wish she’d hit harder, lol!
I marvel at Joey’s ability to take a spanking – how on earth do you stay still? I’m restrained and have put a good deal of creativity into making it difficult to evade the cane but I still do. I even untied my hands once to stop a spanking mid flow. It seems when the pain starts the only part of my brain that works is the part that says RUN!
I’d love to hear any special tips is the threat of what the WQ will do if you refuse enough to make you behave? What does she threaten you with? How can you hold any other thought apart from ow and run?
Again thanks for an awesome post and happy holidays to you both,
Always good to hear from you Adek and glad to hear things are moving in the right direction? (chuckles).
My wife and I have said on a few occasions to a few guys wishing to jump into these waters…”Be careful what you wish for.” LOL.
As far as my ability to take a spanking…thanks but I wouldn’t say I stay “perfectly still”, however I do my best to maintain position because, yeah…penalty swats. Have you read the Spanking Rules post yet? What seems to help me, is that I will look at a clock in our bedroom to see the time just before the spanking starts. Usually I’m bent over the end of our bed for a spanking and I can see that clock. It has been helpful in that I know, even a full on woodshed type whuppin’, is only going to last a few minutes. That’s because she is giving them swat after swat, with no real pauses. So, when I see the minutes ticking away, I know I am getting closer to it being over and I “think” that helps.
As you well know, the cane is harsh. I would rather take a belt spanking, than a cane spanking anytime. The cane is one of those items that she breaks out somewhat sparingly or when she wants to drive an important point home. As you’ve also come to fully understand, the cane can bring out that self preservation instinct quickly. While I haven’t recently broken the maintain position rule with the cane, I HAVE actually broken that rule on a couple occasions when the wicked switch was being used. I think that is because that thing doles out hell fire I’m now sure. But she understands this and gives me a “little” leeway, up to a point when using it. A “little”.
The last thing I’d say is to make sure you guys are still communicating before and after spankings. Maybe some of her spankings are too harsh at this point in time? Are you behaving after a good caning? For how long? For me, a good spanking with one of her belts (or mine), can have me sitting uncomfortably for days afterwards, and I’ll have bruises in some spots for up to a month. My behavior is also improved for this period of time or longer. My wife likes to have the cane and now wicked switch as implements to go to for more serious offenses or to UP the level of spanking as she deems necessary.
Happy Holidays to you two as well, and looking forward to hearing from you again in the not too distant future!
Dear Queen, dear Joey
It is just great that you still are maintaining this great site of yours´.
Maintainig that site sure means a lot of work without reward, but your site does cater for the interests of a constantly growing community. I wish to thank you for your endeavors.
Your topic “oiling the belt” may be somewhat older by now, but to me it has lasting merits, and I should like to add a comment or two.
In our relationship it is Stef’s distinct obligation to tend the implements that he is punished with – and that includes my sandals.
I expect all of these items to permanently be kept in best condition.
It started off with my order that the insoles of my sandals had to be cared for by applying body lotion or hand cream to the paddings at least twice a week. This makes my sandals just feel great on my feet, and I know very well those that really sting…
When the rattan canes were introduced into our relationship Stef had to regularly soak them in plastic pipes filled with salt water (due to their buoyancy he had to fix them with adhesive tape or rubber bands to keep them submerged). The salt then cristallized in the tissue during the drying process and and then constantly “breathed in” the moisture from the surrounding air of the room, thus raising the weight while improving the elasticity.
Later on I decided on oiling the canes. Stef now has to “suck” one end of the rattans while the other end is resting in a bottle of cooking oil from the kitchen. Stef has to suck until he gets the first drops of oil into his mouth. This is a long, long process, and Stef’s veins will stand out in his neck until the oil comes up to his mouth. But now the canes are lastingly heavy enough to sting well and will stay highly elastic. They now whip very, very satisfactorily, and Stef has to suck them again periodically in oil to keep them at this very whippy stage.
Then there is the old “Martinet” that i had found on top of the kitchen cupboard of my grand mother when she passed away. My mother had told me repeatedly about that dreaded insturment that had been used to discipline her and her brother at the time.
This mean flogger actually has a sturdy, short but heavy handle with six strands of foot-long and almost finger-thick butt-leahter strands nailed and glued around the perimeter of that thick, foot-long handle. Due to the design, the thongs do stray, and that is the very idea of it. Stef says it feels like getting hit by several canes at split-second intervals on butt and thighs.
Of course Stef also has to tend the strands of this heavy flogger. He has to oil them weekly so they always have that nasty “draw” of each strand.
I feel that it is a husband’s duty to keep the Ladie’s sandals and spanking implements in perfect shape. Failure to do so is a major offence (in my aggregated offences-book this would run under “disrespect of the Lady’s orders”, which is on level with “insubordination” when being on miltitary service.
In my opinion, it is my partners’ duty to keep all my punishment devices in top shape so they can be applied effectively at any time.
Hi Sandy! Great to hear from you again and thank you so much for the kind words. When Joey first suggested doing a blog, he said that it would be a bit of a time commitment for the both of us but I had no idea. But we’re enjoying doing it and are glad to have a growing number of visitors each month. There are certainly more people interested and desiring this kind of thing, than I had imagined.
Anyway, thanks for your contribution. As usual, it sounds like you keep Stef in line very well! BTW – I’d love to see a picture of that Martinet if at all possible. But yes, Joey learned a valuable lesson that day and has not neglected my belts or sandals ever since. 🙂
Question on domestic discipline I would like to know if thick soled Jelly sandal would be more painful than your thick sole leather sandal
Some thick jelly sandals can definitely sting more than her leather sandal. But she also has other jelly sandals that have a thinner sole, and while they sting, it is not as bad as the leather sandal. But it is not all about thickness. It is a combination of thickness and flexibility. End game: If it is thick AND flexible, then a Jelly sandal is likely more painful than her leather sandal. Hmmm…it’s almost like I’ve gotten a few spanking with some of her sandals, eh? 😂