#silentspanking

What happens when you are in a domestic discipline dynamic and you raise your voice and cop an attitude at your dominant partner right before your house fills with people?

Whisked away to the bathroom, pants yanked down, a nice cool roll from top of butt cheeks to sit spot, back of thighs. Then he’ll pull your cheeks apart and line your crack, just BARELY missing your asshole. Thumb presses in your asshole. “You do not raise your voice at me. You’ll sleep plugged if I hear that tone again.” Promises of perfect behavior as he prods and pushes. “You don’t want spanked on top of this, but I’ll do it if you need it. That’s your only warning.” Yes sir. Back into the house just as our guests begin arriving and the biofreeze kicks in. HOLY. HELL.

My ass was hotter than any fireworks display. I sat still in lawn chairs, constantly finding reasons to flit about. I’ve cried less over a belt punishment, but that man had me in tears without a single spank. He’s got a new weapon and it fits in my purse.