Just my bad luck

I took many strokes of the cane and  with the  bath-brush last Thursday evening as a maintenance spanking. I wasn't being punished for anything. I was just an available bottom.

There was no lead up, no nice introductions, no role-play just me getting stripped down to my pants and bending over.

My wife had had an awkward male customer to deal with at work on Friday and,to put it mildly, she was just fed up with men by the time she arrived home.

"You're all useless," she grumbled as I bent and touched my toes. She dragged my pants down to my knees and struck very firmly indeed with the brush on a cold exposed bottom.

I found myself breathing hard as the paddling progressed in its severity and when the cane was announced a the next instrument I asked if I could go over a chair or something because I was finding it hard to maintain position.

"Better still," she said." You can get on your knees."

She then stood over my head and struck the cane diagonally across my bottom, catching the top of cheek on one side and the thigh on the other side. There were six strokes from one side using her right arm then six the other way using her left. Those were slightly less painful but not much.

When I whimpered out loud she told me that she was not full of the milk of human kindness and that I would have to stay put and suffer for stupid men in general.

She did not let up on the caning until every bit of anger was out of her system, about thirty strokes later.

I was proud of my marks when I inspected them in the mirror upstairs and there is still evidence of the tip of the cane hitting my right flank this morning.

I guess that as my wife's  whipping boy, I just have to take the punishments that are really due to others.