Sunday, yummy Sunday

Yesterday (Sunday) we, as a family, had a day with nothing on the schedule for any of us.  A rare thing indeed lately.  I was thrilled because it meant that I was going to be able to work on the car in the garage, which is very much akin to therapy for me.  It wasn't that any therapy was needed, but there is just something so satisfying about getting your hands dirty, and building or fixing something. 

While in the garage, I was summoned into the house by Mistress who promptly declared that she would prefer that I be wearing pretty panties while I was engaged in my manly garage activities.  "Yes Mistress", and off I went in to the closet and put on some pretty panties.  I was then excused into the garage to resume my Macgyver-like activies ... with a contented smile on my face. 

Soon, Mistress appeared in the garage to let me know that she was taking all the kids somewhere and would return shortly.  My head firmly buried in my work, I responded with a loving "yes Dear" and off she went.  She returned a short time later and approached me in the garage and tapped me on the shoulder.  "Perhaps we should take care of your punishment now that we have the house all to ourselves?"  You see, Mistress had witnessed my bathroom sink being in an unsightly condition on two separate occasions in the last couple of days and had declared that a punishment would be coming for that.  At that particular moment, I was greasy, grimy, sweaty from the work that I was doing and had asked Mistress if we could delay it because I was at a particular point in my work where it was helpful to keep going.  She looked at me, brows furrowed a bit, paused for a few seconds and just said   "Okay, I guess".  It was clear that that she didn't want to delay but for some reason allowed it.  Maybe it was the sight of her grimy submissive that allowed to her acquiesce.

After just a few moments of thinking of it, I wondered to myself what the hell was I thinking?  I very quickly cleaned all of the grin and stuff off me and went into the house, apologized to her for even suggesting that she consider a delay and asked her if we could proceed with the execution of my punishment.  She was not mad, but she wasn't entirely happy either.  She replied with a "sure" and continued doing what she was doing.  I knew to immediately remove all of my clothes because it is our rule that I be naked when we are alone, unless instructed otherwise.  When I was naked down to my panties, I asked Mistress if I should leave them on and she said "yes, of course".  Once naked (almost) and standing at attention before her, she turned and moved toward the bedroom and said "come with me".  She locked the bedroom door, went and retrieved a small stool that have, put it in the middle of the room and laid 2 large pillows on it.  She pointed and told me to get in position and went to the closet to retrieve her paddle. 

When she returned, she was standing over me and said something to the effect of  ... this punishment isn't for something as serious as your previous punishment (unauthorized ejaculation).  It was however, part of a renewed effort to be consistent with our mutual communication as we discussed earlier in the week at our revealing dinner.  After her comment, I was relaxed, thinking that this spanking could even be a little fun because she was in a good mood, feeling playful and just told me it was for a far less serious infraction than what I was spanked for (ouchy!!!) on Wednesday.  Mistress reached down and gently lowered my panties to just below my ass, and the spanking began.  The first few swats were light, tender and frankly enjoyable.  After that ....... OUCH!  This was my new reality.  My spankings would be meaningful (ouchy), no matter how minor the infraction from now on. 

Mistress let me have it.  She has become especially proficient at knowing how to get that extra sting out of the very tip of her pink leather paddle.  Despite my best efforts to receive my spanking without complaint, I was writhing and yelping in no time as she continued with her very deliberate, painful punishment.  When she finally finished, I was covered in sweat and panting heavily.  She pulled up my panties, had me kneel before her and she administered her usual aftercare.  After I thanked her for my spanking, she said "you're welcome pet" and moved to put the paddle away in her special drawer.  Here is the aftermath.  It doesn't look as bad as it was in the picture and what can't be seen in the picture very definite outline of the end of the paddle on the side of my right cheek. 

This is my new reality.  I am conflicted because the more consistent and more severe spankings is something we both know is needed, and for that I couldn't be more grateful.  On the other hand, it hurts like hell!  I can tell you this .... my sink will be in pristine condition from now on. 

On another note, we had a beautiful night after the kids went to bed from which I was given a few yummy treats.  Details to follow in a forthcoming post.