I learned the hard way that drinking and teasing my Queen do not mix.
It was a Saturday night and I was copping a buzz after having some drinks throughout the day with a neighbor. I felt my machismo kicking in and started smarting off to my Queen throughout the night. My downfall started off simply with a stern look from her. One comment later, she quickly told me that if I didn’t settle down, she’d go get her belt, tan my hide and that this was my last warning.
In my elevated state of intelligence, I noticed that she didn’t use the word “woodshed” or “whuppin’, which perhaps emboldened me to continue messing with her. Another quick sip of my liquid courage and I decided to stay the course.
As I progressed, she started adding swats by groups of 10. When she got up to 30, my brain finally kicked in and sounded a self preservation alarm. But it was already too late. She had gotten up and walked up behind me as I was sitting on the couch. She took her hand and gave my head a long, intentional caress. It was a long, powerful and loving caress but I knew what it meant…pain for my backside. She then headed towards our room to retrieve her belt (or so I thought).
At this point I was only slightly nervous. I knew the belt would hurt pretty bad, but in my somewhat inebriated state, I was feeling my macho power and figured I’d get through it just ok and it would be worth the fun I just had.
But what happened next was FAR worse than I anticipated. She came downstairs with a pissed off look on her face, holding the Wicked Switch! My machismo attitude fled like a scared mouse and left me alone to deal with my Wicked Queen, who was coming directly towards me. And damn, was she riled up! I could tell by the look on her face that she was all about tearing up my backside right then and there.
She told me very sternly, “Drop ’em’ and bend over.” Seeing how mad up she was and knowing how bad that switch hurts, I dropped to my knees and pleaded with everything I had, “My Queen, please…I thought you said you were going to use your belt?” Her retort was quick and severe…a hard lash to the side of my leg that wrapped around to the back of my leg and it STUNG like HELL. Even through my shorts and underwear.
She sternly said, “I will spank you with WHATEVER I decide to spank you with. Now get up, drop ’em and BEND. OVER.” She wasn’t shouting but was talking through her teeth which is worse. “Ok, ok, I’m bending over.” As I took down my shorts and underwear and slowly bent over the coffee table. As soon as I was bent over, one, two, three lashes landed HARD. I cried out and dropped to one knee almost crying. She had never spanked this hard with the Wicked Switch and I was experiencing pain I had never felt before. “My Queen, please, please…let me bring you your belt.”, I pleaded.
Another hard lash of the switch wrapped around and caught the side of my hip. I cried out in pain. Again through her teeth she responded, “If I have to tell you again, I’m going to make this a woodshed whuppin’ with this switch. Last chance, bend…over.” as she held the switch in the ready to strike position.
I was regretting my whole attitude this evening. My butt was stinging from just the few lashes she had given me but I knew if I didn’t comply, it was only going to get worse. I started getting up, telling her, “Ok, ok…I’m bending over.” Fear was rampant throughout my body as I got up and bent back over the coffee table. About 4 more hard lashes landed and even though I’ve been able to maintain position through some very harsh spankings, my ability was not with me this night. Again I fell to my knees, now fully crying and begging, “Pleeeease…I’m so sorry. I want to be good.” Another hard lash to the side of my leg as she said, “Get. Up.” Over the last several years of getting and taking real discipline spankings, I’ve not been tempted to try and use my old safeword from back in the day. Reason being is that IMHO, once you use a safeword, it is no longer a “real” spanking. The urge to try and use my safeword came on strong but I resisted as I knew I had earned this spanking and that nothing was “wrong” with me. I would just be trying to avoid the pain of a real spanking. I got up and mustered all the strength in me to take the remaining lashes. My legs buckling more than she would ordinarily allow but I still was in a position to continue receiving them. Ugly crying through the remaining lashes. It was finally over. 30 lashes are generally not considered a harsh spanking in her playbook. But the pain of that switch and her swinging harder than normal, made it a very rough spanking. I honestly think I would rather have taken 80 with her meanest belt, than the 30 I received.
After the spanking, I fell to my knees in front of her as she put her right foot forward. As quickly as I could, I kissed the top of her foot and apologized again for being bad. She handed me the switch and told me to put it away. Then told me to come back to the couch so we could resume watching TV.