Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Sweet Reunion

"I want you to make your way to the bedroom, young lady."

I was standing in the living room with my jeans and underwear around my ankles.  My wonderful, handsome husband had just returned from his week-long trip to Ohio with the army, and we were hugging, kissing, and holding each other in the entryway of our house, when he tugged down my jeans and underwear to pay some much-anticipated attention to my bottom.

His order was not accompanied by an order to take my jeans off, so I sort of waddled into the bedroom, and he followed close behind me.

"Come here; over my lap."

I lay over his lap, my jeans and underwear were pulled off, and the lecture and spanking for my week-long lack of productivity commenced.  He used his hand to warm me up.

"Young lady, I want you to tell me what you did this week, and why you're getting this punishment," he said.

"Ummm...I broke the rules, sir," I said.

"And why are you being punished for that?" he asked.

"Well, the rules are there so that I can be a better person, and when I don't follow them, I'm not doing what I want to be doing in the long run, sir," I offered.  The spanks became harder.

"You're missing something, young lady." he asked.

"I am?" I wondered.

"Yes," he said.  It was a little difficult for me to think clearly, what with the repeated smacks on my bottom and all.

"What is a marriage?" he asked.

"Um...a commitment?" I said.

"Exactly, it's an agreement.  An agreement made by two people who promise to uphold it together.  You and I made an agreement about what you would do every day, and you did not follow that agreement.  You broke your end of it, and I'm disappointed by that.  Especially since I'm upholding my end of the agreement," he said.

He certainly was upholding his end of it, very well, indeed.  My bottom was becoming hotter and hotter, and his slaps became harder.

He spread my legs apart on his lap so he could smack those oh-so-sensitive spots close to my inner thighs.  I yelped with each smack, and attempted to close my legs, to no avail.

He ended my spanking with 10 HARD smacks on each cheek.  And I lay there, having failed miserably at turning this punishment spanking into a sexy, fun, I-missed-you spanking.

"Come with me, young lady," he offered me his hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Don't ask questions, just do as I say," he replied.

I followed him into...the dining room, where he gave me the dreaded corner time.  I am awful at corner time.  Not only am I generally a restless person who can't sit still without doing something, but I like intimacy and care right after a spanking, and corner time makes me wait for it until the point where I can't stand it.

He told me to face the wall with my hands at my side for 10 minutes, to think about what I would do next time he was gone, so that this wouldn't happen again.

I noticed the cobwebs in the corner and thought "gosh I need to dust here."  Then I briefly played with the tube of birthday wrapping paper in the corner.  Then I chanced a glance behind me where he was sitting at the table, staring at me.

He came over and delivered some harsh slaps to my already hot bottom.

"Did I tell you to look behind you?  No, I told you to look at the wall.  When I tell you to do something, you do it, young lady," he said, sternly.

He meant business, and it gave me butterflies.  I obediently looked at the wall with my hands at my sides, until, a few minutes later, he told me to face him and tell him what I came up with for strategies.  I told him, and he turned me to face the wall again until my ten minutes were up.  Little did I know, he was taking pictures of poor little me while I stood in the corner.

Also in the picture are the flowers he sent me while he was away :)

Before the 10 minutes were up, I was going mad with desire for him.  I couldn't stand it; every time he came over, I tried to "convince" him that we should move to the bedroom once again.  But he kept his word, and made me stand there for the full 10 minutes.

When time was up he came to me, and we practically made love against the wall of the dining room, but decided it would be more comfortable to move to the bed.  He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, where we finally, finally made sweet love after a week of abstinence.


  1. Well Autumn, it looks like you got what you wanted!
    Love the picture of you in the corner - very cute.
    (Well framed with the flowers in the foreground, I must say)

    So was this one of your first times doing corner time?

    1. Thanks, my husband studied photography in college, so he's good at photo composition. This is the first time I've ever *stood* in the corner. He's had me sit on a hard-wood chair before. I was so restless!

    2. Let's hope he continues sharing his photo skills.

      You'll have to share your hard-wood chair story at some point.
      Hard-wood chair time is an underrated form of reflective discipline (although yet a personal favorite of mine to order).

  2. Very sweet, if a little sore at the beginning :)
    Best corner photo I've seen in a long time!

    1. Thanks! It wasn't *too* sore, though. It was just right :)

  3. Glad you guys had the opportunity to reconnect. I giggled when he smacked your bottom for turning around. Sorry, couldn't help myself!

    sara :)

    1. I have to admit, I'm pretty sure I giggled when I was caught. I can't contain my laughter at the best of times, let alone when I'm standing vulnerable in the corner!

  4. Your retelling of this incident has me salivating! He really seems to have a handle on this whole authority thing! I've never had corner time. I can imagine that it would be really hard for me too! I love how this ended too. I hope you guys have continued to enjoy your reunion since then.