Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Misdemeanours of Minx



Minxy Misdemeanours

Generally the new domestic discipline trial was going well. In 7 weeks she had only received two punishment sessions. Every Saturday it was now her ritual maintenance discipline and she had also received many more good girl spankings than she had ever before they started. Their sex life was back to a more submissive style and had improved and they seem to have found a renewed desire for each other. EH wanted to eventually wanted to show her off at a club or party. He took her on the first weekend of every month to the fetish fair and they got new toys each week.

EH had put together the house rules that she had to abide by. It had certainly improved her behaviour no end. Her biggest letdown tended to be the swearing rules. She endlessly tried to get EH to spank her without asking outright. She often wandered about in just a g string, poked her bottom out purposefully when bending over, and wore his favourite spanking knickers. EH had to decide whether she was just being flirtatious or begging for a spanking, flirtatious got her a warm backside, openly cruising for a spank earned her a note in her blog and was added to her weekly DD.

On this particular evening he had bought tickets to a concert. He had also put together a ritual spanking list, nights out spanking, hotel, holiday & birthday spanking as a regular thing. She was also spanked after visiting her parents on her return. Though they missed each other terribly this served as something for them both to look forward to. It was also something he reminded her of the whole time she was away, keeping her hot and wanting him.

She was in the bath getting ready & he stood at the door. He was feeling particularly horny and decided she would have her spanking before they set off. He stripped off and got in with her. She sat in his arms whilst they played with each other, after a while he jumped out and sat on the side.

“Time for your pre night out spank!”

“Pre? I thought they were post?”

He didn’t bother to explain, he stood her up and spanked her soapy bare bottom, he spanked and spanked whilst she squealed & moaned in delight. He raised her bottom colour to a nice cheeky shade of red.

“Baby please may I have your cock?”

He got her out, laid her down on a towel and fucked her there & then. They kissed and recovered quickly and got ready to go. They travelled in a comfortable silence to the venue and got there just before the support act came on. One rule that hadn’t yet been put into action was the fact that she wasn’t allowed to mess with her mobile on “their” leisure time. They got so little time together that a rule was she was to ignore calls & texts when they were together. He had also indicated that should she mis-behave in public in anyway he would pinch her bottom to indicate she had crossed the line and that she would be “for it” at a later date.

Minxy, having been spanked & fucked and going out had let her guard down. They had decent seats and EH went off to get some drinks & snacks. On his return she had her mobile in her hand, texting someone. She saw him coming and quickly hid it in her pocket. She didn’t think he had seen and if he had, he hadn’t been there anyway so it shouldn’t make any difference.

The concert started & they began to enjoy it. They sang & danced through the first half and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. At the break she squeezed past EH to go to the toilet.

And there it was the first pinch. There was no mistaking it, it wasn’t too hard but it was firm & she knew exactly what it was for. She glanced around to look at him but he was looking the other way. Sod! She went off to the toilets and checked her phone. There were three new texts. Christ she felt guilty without him even knowing she was looking. This was ridiculous. She was going to have to tell him that this lifestyle was stupid, just stupid.. But as she sat on the toilet she knew she couldn’t complain. She nagged & nagged for them to spend time together and then when they did she was consumed with the outside world rather than their quality time together. She pulled up her knickers, realised she was turned on & went back to EH. She sat quietly wanting to argue, but she didn’t want to ruin the rest of the night or get a harsher punishment than she already had coming.

She lost interest in the concert, her mind wandering to her punishment, her knickers getting wetter by the minute, but upset at herself for disappointing him. EH acted as normal holding her hand and kissing her through the slower songs. The second half seemed to take ages, every time she had to wait for a punishment, it did her head it. She couldn’t think about anything else, her bottom even tingled at the thought of it.

He told her to remove her knickers before leaving the venue and to give them to him. She dutifully went to the toilets. They were soaking wet, she tried to dry them out with toilet paper. Goodness this was shaming. She pulled up her jeans onto her bare crotch (also shaved on demand) and gave her panties to her husband.

He drove home and she could feel the tension. She squirmed against her jeans, knowing by his mood that it would be tonight rather than tomorrow morning. And then she began to get angry. She just wasn’t going to take this any longer. Her emotions took over.

“I’m putting an end to this crap now, I won’t be ruled by this. I’m a grown woman for fucks sake” She didn’t say it quietly, she was angry, shouting and she meant it.

He was a little stunned, she had been so receptive to everything so far but he had supposed it would be inevitable that at some time she would revoke this situation. He carried on driving in silence whilst she ranted & raved. He considered stopping the car & spanking her over the bonnet right there & then.

“I can talk to my friends when I like BLEEP, I will not be told what to do by you or anyone BLEEP, I have a job, a life, I will not be punished like this”

He spoke quietly and with as much authority as he could:

“We decided to trial this for two months and we agreed that we would not call it off in the heat of the moment. Therefore tonight you will be punished twice. Once for this mishap at the concert and secondly for your outright disobedience & blatant disrespect for me. I suggest you curb your foul mouth now to avoid further issues”

She was seething. There was just no way he was going to do this tonight. She was sick to death of treading on eggshells to keep him happy! Tears of anger began to flow.

“I mean it! Its over! No more! End of! Geddit?”

They got home and she dropped her bag in the hall and went upstairs to get ready for bed. She didn’t want to speak to him or look at him. She locked the bathroom door and got washed and ready for bed. She was calming down but she was determined not to take his punishment. This was the end of it. Here & now.

He was standing outside the door of the bathroom, his arms were folded.

“Undress please”

“No, it’s not happening”

“I will not ask you a second time”

She pushed past him to get her nightie. He grabbed her arm and began undressing her. She fought and struggled but he was just too clever. Every which way she tried to get out of his clutches, but after almost ripping off her top and whipping down her jeans, before she knew it she was butt naked across his lap.

She kicked & fought to get away. He grabbed her wrists behind her back and put his arm out to stop the kicking. She fought for as long as she could whilst he held her in place. She cried & demanded to be let back up. He held her firm.

She kept still for a few minutes and as soon as his hand hit her bottom she started again. There was nothing else for it, he frog marched her to the bedroom. He put her in the corner and she walked away from it. He forced her back again and grabbed some restraints.

He put her collar and lead on after a fight, put on her belt and linked her wrists and ankles up. He kept her gag out to talk to her.

“I can not and will not force you to do this. If you want to stop this we will do it tomorrow after a chat. I will however wait until you have clamed downed tonight before punishing you. If tomorrow morning you feel the same way then we will end this immediately”

She knew she didn’t want it to end. She also knew she had pushed as far as she could and he wasn’t going to let her off whatever she screamed at him. She also didn’t want to stand there all night dreading her arse getting whipped. But she felt such an idiot for resisting the whole thing. She hated saying sorry and she hated that she had fought so hard. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her up. He left her for what seemed like hours to digest what he had said and went back to her.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Ready”

“For what exactly”

“For you to show me the error of my ways” She was sobbing, why oh why had she started this.

“You have really really let me down. I’m so disappointed in you”

She could hear it in his voice. That’s the bit she hated. She wasn’t some stupid woman begging for an idiots forgiveness. This was her husband, the man she loved, adored and respected. She also knew that if she asked him to he would undo her and abandon the whole thing. She wanted to be punished and regain some kind of comfort. She needed this kind of discipline, she wanted it.

He led her to the bed and laid her out on her front. He spread her legs apart and undid the restraints. He knew he wouldn’t need them now. The first lecture was for the phone issue.

He spanked her for nearly an hour and sent her back to the corner. The spanking was one of the harshest she could ever remember, her bottom was on fire and she knew it was about to get worse.

After a 5 minute break, she returned to her position. She got spanked with the wooden paddle and the strap before another break. He calmly recited the disrespect issues and what behaviour he expected in the future. The paddle had her in tears and she briefly contemplated putting her hands across her bottom but knew she would get her hands strapped for doing so. More corner time and more tears before the crop administered 30 counted out whacks across her bottom. She had to count them out and thank him.

Before the last stage he sat her on the bed. She had to explain her behaviour and why she felt the need to rebel. She apologised for fighting the punishment & her foul mouth.

She also had to ask for 24 strokes of the cane.

There were more tears & sorry’s and please forgive me’s before she finally uttered to words. He helped her get in position for the cane.

He hadn’t marked her like this for a good few years. Each strike was expertly delivered to achieve maximum impact. The welts were appearing on her bottom and she was bucking in pain. This was a punishment and to add to her discomfort he striked the top of her thighs with force.

“Twenty three, thank you” She was squeezing out the words. At the last stroke, it was over. She felt a sense of relief. She didn’t know why this worked but it did. She wanted to be in his arms.

“Ok that’s enough for tonight, but in future if you use foul language like that again it won’t be the cane. I will wash your mouth out with soap & water. Do you understand?”

She did, he knew she would rather a longer caning than that. She apologised. He forgave her. They hugged and before dropping off to sleep she whispered that they didn’t need to discuss finalising the trial.

A Minxy Production ©

2 comments:

SmartNnaughty said...

Wow! I really felt the internal struggle and can relate to the internal thinking about this isn't fair, it is just a little text message, etc.

Excellent writing, Minxy!

SNN

SpankedMinx said...

I know! It can be a huge issue at times, but the butt gets it in the end!

Hugggggs & thanks for reading x x x x