Monday - Reporting for duty

When we were going to bed last night my wife asked me to show her my bottom and commented that there was hardly any marking. Just  a small area of red on one cheek where the tip of the cane had struck many times. 


She asked if I had enjoyed the session and I said yes, very much. She noted that my temperament had been good all day and I suggested that regular maintenance might keep it that way. She told me not to get pushy – it was her decision how and when I get dealt with and not mine.

 I apologised.

This morning when I brought her tea upstairs, she enquired what was else was on my Jubilee request list. I mentioned the 60 minutes of chores and the 60 seconds of over the knee spanking.  If I got on with the first she said, then she might consider the second.

She set me the task of bathroom and toilet cleaning and I left her to read the newspaper in bed.

I quite enjoy cleaning these rooms – there is something rewarding about the shiny tiles and crystal glass after the job is done. As you have to get down on your knees to do a really thorough job this appeals to my submissive side. I stripped to my shorts so that I could use the water spray in the shower cubicle and I spent a bit more than the allotted hour doing the housemaid's chores.

 My wife came through to inspect my work at the end.

Everything was going fine until she ran a digit over the architrave on top of the bathroom door and collected some dust on the end her finger. Bad mark.

On the whole though, she said she was pleased, provided that the downstairs toilet was as well done. 

When she saw me look across  at the hairbrush on her vanity unit, she made it plain that the spanking  would have to wait. 

She said couldn't ignore the dust however, so I had to put my hands on my head and stand facing her in my pants with my legs spread. I had a tremor in my stomach as I knew what was coming.


"Keep your eyes on mine." She yanked my pants up by the waistband until the material was stretched tightly.


With a flick of her wrist she smacked sharply between my legs. My testicles exploded in pain.


"You should learn to do your job better shouldn't you?"


Another smack with her open palm, this time harder.


"Yes, ma'am"


There was no more talking. I could barely breathe, let alone speak. She just smacked me hard four more times until I was dancing in agony.  The pain was excruciating and she got her message across about sloppy work. She likes the quick results of this punishment method.

We are about to set off to the pub to join in the drinks party, so I have a few minutes to blog whilst she is upstairs. 

I haven't had time to work on the story I started yesterday so I will have to try to finish it later this week .

Maybe the OTK spanking will happen later tonight, or not at all.


Rule, Britannia