There have been times when I just knew that I needed a spanking. And I use the word “need” very intentionally. I don’t mean wanting to have one; times when even though you know they are going to hurt, you would have to admit to desiring it. I am referring to occasions when you have no doubt that you deserve it; you have one coming, and it is the only thing that will bring you peace.
For me, these rare occurrences come up when I have really hurt my wife’s feelings. Thankfully, for so many reasons, they are truly rare.
I have come to realize that when this happens she does something different then other times when she feels discipline is needed. Normally if I screw something up, as you have read in my other little essays, she takes charge and that’s it. But in these instances she waits until I ask, very humbly, for the spanking I have coming. She knows how hard it is for me to do that. It is almost impossible; I struggle to get the words out.
But she’s in no hurry. She will leave me to stew over it for as long as it takes; and it could be a whole day or longer. By doing nothing she keeps absolute control and eventually I come around and ask. And when I do, believe me, she does not make it easy. I must answer some difficult questions. I must admit they are fair questions; but very embarrassing.
For example “Why is it even worth the effort for me to give you a spanking?’ or “What kind of spanking do you deserve? Which implements and how hard should it be?” She can get very creative finding ways to make me uncomfortable with words.
It’s not a game where I know the end result either. One time she was so mad that she didn’t want to bother with me at all for a few days. Oh man, was that miserable. That incident never did result in a spanking. But belie me, the punishment was effective.