A Bottoms Life

Author: Spencer

Several years ago, my lover and I decided to add spanking to our lives.  We decided that he would be the disciplinarian.  As such he was given the right to punish me when he felt that I had behaved badly or neglected to perform some chore.  Punishments would take the form of spankings and any other attendant penalties he felt necessary.

Over the years he has attended to his duties as disciplinarian on many occasions and always with great zeal.  From the very beginning he always spanked me on the bare bottom and this has never changed.  Not one for hand spankings, he initially used a wide leather belt on me but quite quickly asked me to provide a paddle and strap, which I did.

His usual practice when he is ready to punish me, is to send me to the spare bedroom.  There I have to lay out the strap and paddle and wait for him facing the wall.  Sometimes he comes right away, sometimes he makes me wait.  As I wait I get very nervous, knowing what's coming up.  I also get embarrassed knowing that soon I'm going to be bending over with my bare bottom in the air as another man beats me.  But in my heart I know I deserve it.

The first thing he does when he comes in is pull my pants and underwear down.  With me bare bottomed there's no mistaking who's in charge or what is about to happen.  I am then told to bend over a stool - right over it with my bottom up as high as it will go.  Then comes one of the toughest parts of the punishment.  With my bottom up in the air I'm given a good telling off.  My misdeeds are enumerated.  The scolding almost always ends with the same words -"And now I'm going to teach you a good lesson."
Then my lesson begins.  Generally I get both the paddle and the strap, but he does not always follow this pattern.  One thing is for sure - they both really, really hurt.  He takes his job seriously and the sounds of leather meeting my bare bottom echo around the room.  In no time at all my bottom is seriously sore and hot.  Inevitably too, I start to flinch and move around.  I don't want to do this because I know what will happen.  Sure enough I hear "Keep still or I'll do it harder!"  Harder usually means about six whacks in succession on the same spot.  That really hurts.

I won't bore you with innumerable details, but suffice it to say I learn my lesson.  When he is finished, he leaves the room while I put everything away.  Then I join him outside.  My lesson over, he is his usual cheerful self although I am understandably subdued.

Ours is a loving long-term relationship.  It has not suffered from our use of discipline.  I am happier.  I know I have limits.  If I cross those limits the man I love will take it upon himself to punish me.  He expects to be obeyed and I obey him.  This is not some anonymous spanking tryst, this is real life.  My lover has the right to pull down my pants and spank my bare bottom when I deserve it.  I know he has seen me at my most vulnerable and I trust him.

Things that have earned me a sore bottom in the past are not taking out the garbage, forgetting to mail letters, not getting my bike repaired, etc.  The ordinary things of everyday life.  I've learned to expect a spanking when I deserve one but I've always regretted the necessity as my bottom feels the sting of that strap!