A while ago, Joey had imbibed a little too much while spending the day out back doing some BBQ with his brother. Now, to be fair, he didn’t get fall down drunk. But he did end up passing out on the couch WAY too early in the evening, which eliminated the movie night we had planned on having and had both been looking forward to. When he woke up later that night, like around 11:30pm, he agreed that he had had drank a little too much and was apologetic. I told him that it happens to all of us now and then, but if it happened again in the near future, that I thought there should be additional “consequences”. He agreed and suggested 6 lashes with the Wicked Switch. That was a strong indication that he was serious about it, as anyone who has been a reader of ours for any amount of time knows that Joey DESPISES the Wicked Switch. Anyway, I countered with 10 lashes and we had an accord. 🙂
Just for the record, I’m not going to tell my man NOT to drink, or that it is not OK to get a little buzzed now and then. But in certain situations, I’ll remind him to pace himself as I don’t want him to fall asleep prematurely on the couch and miss the rest of our evening. He actually shares the same sentiment.
So for quite some time there was no re-occurrence. I sometimes forget the power of the Wicked Switch, as it appeared that just the thought of him getting it with that, seemed to have staved off the issue.
But alas…this Saturday the re-occurrence transpired. After a day of BBQ’ing and sipping on one of his favorite bourbons, he was noticeably buzzed, and then was out on the couch within the first 15 minutes of the movie we were going to watch. So I let him “sleep it off” and watched something else instead. When he woke up later, he knew he had messed up and tried flying under the radar. “I’m going to take a quick shower my Queen.” he said as he started towards our room.
“Ok. And bring the Wicked Switch back with you when you’re done,” I calmly stated. He paused for a second, but then went into our room and took his shower. He came back sans the switch.
“Where’s the switch?” I asked. “Oh, I, uh…” he stammered.
“GO. Bring. Me. The switch.” I sternly commanded. He started to plead, but I interrupted him with, “You know what? Right now I’m starting to get annoyed and am going to start adding lashes.” He dejectedly lowered his head as he knew he had earned what was coming. Then he went on “his walk” to go fetch the switch for his whoopin’.”
Good for him that he didn’t take too long, as I had decided that if I felt he was purposefully stalling, I would go find him and whup him with the switch all the way back to the family room, and THEN make him bend over the coffee table for his 10 lashes. He calls me the Wicked Queen for a reason.
He sheepishly showed up with the switch and gently placed it in my hand. I pointed to the coffee table and told him, “Take off your belt and put it on the coffee table, then assume the position.” He looked a little confused but knew I was at the point where I should not be trifled with, and so he did as I had instructed. He placed his belt on the coffee table, then bent over.
Taking a page from the last spanking I gave him, where I told him to think “this is what being bad feels like” as the swats landed; I told him, “With each lash, I want you to say, ‘This is what too much alcohol feels like.’ Do you understand?” “Yes Ma’am,” he softly responded.
Then I began…
SWWIPP – “UUhh…THIS is what too much alcohol feels like.”
SWWIPP – “OOooooo…This is what too much alcohol feels like.”
SWWIPP – “Aaahh…THIS is what too much alcohol feels like.”
…and so on. His voice breaking more and more with each lash.
After the first 5 lashes, I switched sides and delivered the remaining 5 in the same manner.
Afterwards, he turned to kneel before me, when I said, “I didn’t tell you the spanking was over.” “I’m sorry my Queen,” he quickly responded and bent back over the coffee table.
“Number one…I told you to bring the switch initially and you didn’t. I believe THAT is direct defiance. Is it not?” He looked like a deer in the headlights, but then hung his head down and softly said, “Yes’m.”
SWWIPP – SWWIPP – SWWIPP. He was crying out with each harsh lash and trying his best to stay in position. I gave him a couple more and he started to cry. I put the switch on the table in front of him and picked up his leather belt already somewhat doubled over.
“Remember that smart ass comment you made to me during the movie when you WERE awake?” His patented grimace came over his face as he said, “Yes’m,” and braced himself for the belt now coming his way. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – “I’M SORRY MY QUEEN!” he blurted out. “Did I tell you, you could speak?” He shook his head no. SMACK – SMACK – SMACK.
I stopped and contemplated turning this into a woodshed whuppin’ but decided against it. Prior to this, he hadn’t fully earned a trip to the woodshed. Just the 10 for the drinking stipulation, which was now taken care of (plus a few extras), and he had the welts on his butt as proof of purchase. I told him, “Come here.” He turned to me, knelt in front of me, and I played with his hair. “Do you think you can behave the rest of the evening?” I asked. “Yes, my Queen,” he responded, then softly added, “Thank you for the accountability.”
I gave him his belt back and watched as he carefully and painfully pulled his underwear and shorts back up over his sore behind, then put his belt back on. He went and got a soda and we sat and watched a movie cuddling together. When he would shift positions on the couch, the pain of his backside reminded him of what just happened. He would give a slight groan and then try to get comfortable again. I believe this will be a lesson that will have some staying power. After our movie, we went to bed.
I believe I’ve stated on here before that Joey is a pretty upstanding guy. I feel truly blessed to have him as my lover, best friend, partner, and husband. While he does do some things that earn him a spanking now and then, other more serious offenses that I hear other wives or girlfriends complain about, are not an issue with him. Like: going out with “the boys” and staying out all night. Or, coming home drunk, gambling, reckless spending, or flirting with other women. Granted, offenses like those would earn him a significant woodshed whoopin’ for sure.
But as far as less substantial transgressions…can you think of something your husband or boyfriend does, that could be addressed with 10 lashes?