Letting the F bomb drop one time too many…

19 Sep 2011 10 Comments

by naughtyney in RL Stories

He says: Honey, were are those batteries that I just bought two days ago?

I say:  In the drawer.

He says:  Nope, they’re not in here.  I’m looking in here right now.

I say:  Well then I don’t know where they are!

He says: Watch the tone young lady!

She says:  OK! But why did you ask me where they are?  I haven’t done anything with them.  Even if I did its ok because everything in this house is mine too. (thinking: *Probably should have stopped at the last comment*)

He says:  Ney, you are treading on thin ice. Watch it.

He says:  Where do you think they are?

I say:  I don’t know maybe the kids used them.

He says:  All of them?  That was an 8 pack of batteries and I just got them 2 days ago.

I say:  Well go look in the teenager’s room thats probably where they are.

He says:  I just looked there and I can’t find them.

I say:  (*getting pretty pissed by this time) I don’t f__cking know where they are.  Why are you hounding me about it?

He says: Watch your language!

I say: F__ck you.  Leave me alone.(Realizing I have gone way past a safe limit)

He says:  Oh no you don’t.  That is quite enough of that.

He says:  Ney, you know I do not allow you to say that kind of language and I will not allow you to talk to me that way.

I say:  But…you…you made me mad!

He says:  Young lady, you need to learn to control that mouth of yours.

I say:  Well, if you weren’t accusing me of something I didn’t do then I wouldn’t have gotten mad at you and said those things.

He says:  I realize that my comments made you mad but controlling your bad language is something we are working on isn’t it.

I say: (nothing)

He says:  (with more emphasis) Isn’t it!

I say: Yeah!

He says: What did you say?

I say:  I said yeah!

SWAT! (He promptly swats my bottom with his heavy hand).

I say:  OK,OK, Yes SIR!

He says: Watch it.

He says:  We are going to have a discussion about this after the kids go to bed.  Do I make myself clear?

I say: Yes sir. (wishing I could take it all away.  Feeling miserable about swearing at him and now dreading later).

AFTER THE KIDS GO TO BED

While I am crusing thru my favorite blogs he comes to me at our bed and picks up my laptop & sets it aside.

He says:  We have some talking to do.

I say:  But I’m not finished yet.

He says:  You are for now.  I may let you get back on in a little while…after our discussion.

I think: (Yeah right, DISCUSSION.)

He takes me by the hand and leads me to a bench that sits at the end of our bed. He sits down on the bench and tells me that I have been bad and that we need to address this problem.

He says:  Ney, bend over.

I don’t want to.  I really want to get back on my computer…well I do.  He starts to gently pull me over his knees.

He says:  What you did was real bad. That is the worst word and it is really bad that you said it to me.

I say:  I know. I’m sorry. (hoping to gain some grace in this spanking)

He says:  I know you are sorry but not as sorry as you are going to be.

I think:  Ughh

He lifts up his hand and brings it down quickly with a loud smack.

I yell:  Oww, come on.

He begins to spank first on the right cheek and then on the left.  He lays down a pattern of pink hand prints all over my bottom.  I am squirming around and trying to avoid the fury of spanks that are lashing out on my back side.

I begin to yell out each time he spanks and then he keeps spanking and he goes to that very sensitive spot near my thighs.  I can’t stand it.  I begin to plead with him.

I say:  I am sorry honey.  Please stop.

He says:  Sure you are sorry now but we have only begun sweetheart.

He says:  Get up!

I stand at his command and wonder what else he has in store.  He goes to the dresser and pulls out his belt.  The big black belt.  I think: Oh my God. Why… the belt.

I kinda yell:  Nooooo. Not that.  I’m sorry honey.

He says:  I told you that that word is not to be used, ever!

I am standing there dredding the next moments.

He goes to the bed and places some pillows in a pile.  He motions for me to come over to the bed.  I very slowly meander over there.

He says:  Get on the bed and over those pillows. I want that bottom up high do you hear me?

I moan and sulk.  I slowly get on the bed and lay myself over the pillows.  I am wishing that time would go faster and all of this would be over.

He places his hand in the small of my back.  I am still.

He says:  You are going to get 50 licks with this belt.  You probably won’t be sitting much at work tomorrow but this should help you remember to watch your language.

He lays the belt on my bottom and gently pats it  a few times.  He then plunges the belt down on my bottom with a steadfast, unyielding beat.  I begin squirming immediately as the slapping leather begins to burn my behind.

I am yelling:  Ow, ow, stop, I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.

He says:  You should have thought of that earlier. Its too late.

I cry out again. Ow, ow ow!!

The spanking continues as he tells me that I better never again use such language towards him.  I am now sobbing and pleading for him to stop.  I don’t know how many licks I actually received but it was alot.  He stops.  I am sobbing uncontrollably now.  He places his hand on my back once more and gently rubs my back.

He says: Ok baby, ok honey.  You are a good girl. You are forgiven.  I love you.  Stay here.

He climbs into the bed beside me and consoles me.  I know I deserved this spanking and I also am very aware that I’m gonna feel this for several days.  He wipes the tears from my eyes and strokes my hair.  I am beginning to calm down now and I lay there resting.  He pulls the pillows out from under my waist and puts one under my head.  I am tired now.

He says: Just rest now baby.  I love you.

I drift off to sleep knowing my husband adores me.

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