Alissa Gets Punished

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

I hate the sound of that stupid clock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Just ticking away the minutes to my certain doom. Am I being dramatic? Maybe. But it's no less true. Time moves so painfully slow when you're staring at the wall with nothing to do but be still with your own thoughts. I shift from one foot to the other.

"Stop fidgeting." The deep authoritative voice of my husband rumbles from behind me, sending a shiver through my body.

I do as I'm told and stop wiggling around. His voice might be low and calm but there is a threat in those words and I don't need to add any fuel to the fire. I am in enough trouble as it is. I can almost feel the burning in my backside already.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Damn that stupid clock. I think I am going to take the batteries out the first chance I get. I try to sneak a peek at it but it is just out of my line of vision with my nose in this godforsaken corner, and I know better than to try and turn my head to see it. How long has it been? Fifteen minutes? A half an hour? It feels like eternity. This has to be considered cruel and unusual punishment. Do I deserve it? If I'm being truthful? Definitely. But it's still not fair. I sigh just a little too loudly and I am given a sharp warning by my dear husband.

"If you want to sigh and pout I will give you something to cry and pout about while your nose is in that corner thinking over your behavior today young lady. I can give you a little preview of what's still to come if you would like?.....Well?"

He sounds a bit more annoyed than I want him to be sounding considering it's literally my ass on the line.

"No Sir. I'm sorry." I hear him take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

" You know better, Alissa. Now hold still and keep quiet and take this time to really think about your behavior today. I am disappointed in you, and furthermore I don't feel like you are taking your actions very seriously. You are going to stay in that corner until you have really thought about things and you are feeling contrite before I even take you over my knee."

I hear him start to type away at his computer again signaling the end of the conversation.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

My mind wanders back over the events that happened today. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and made it my mission to make it everyone else's problem. I don't know why I was so annoyed with the world and everyone in it, and I really didn't care to take the time to figure out how I could change my attitude. From the time I opened my eyes I knew I was going to raise some hell.

Looking back from my current position I want to slap some sense into this morning's me. It's not like I didn't know this would happen. My husband Tom is nothing if not consistent. He never lets me get away with a bad attitude. Or being disrespectful. Or overall bratty behavior for that matter. And he sure as hell doesn't let me put myself or others in danger. Sure he usually says something along the lines of being able to read me, and he knows when I need a good spanking to get back on track and feel better. And when I behave like a brat I am really asking for his help to regulate myself or some nonsense... but I think he just likes to turn my backside red. Does a spanking usually make me feel better ( after the fact of course)? Yes, but I will be damned if I ever tell him that willingly.

When I heard Tom call me for the fourth time telling me that I needed to get up and come down to breakfast I let out a frustrated growl and threw the covers back. I had stayed up too late the night before and I was feeling the effects. I stomped my way down the stairs and into our kitchen where I was greeted by an entirely too cheerful Tom. He kissed my cheek and handed me a piping hot cup of coffee. And of course because I was impatient I took a big sip and burnt my mouth to hell.

I remember the instant rage that I felt. I remember shouting a few choice words at Tom. Something along the lines of "What the fuck!?! Why would you give me burning hot coffee?? What the hell is wrong with you??" Or something like that anyway.

I stalked past a stunned Tom and poured the coffee down the drain and slammed the cup into the sink breaking my favorite coffee mug. When I turned around to face Tom I was breathing hard and I could feel my body burning hot with anger. He calmly walked over to me with concern in his eyes. I knew that I should feel bad about my outburst but I wasn't ready to be rational yet, so when he tried to take my hands and have me breathe with him to calm down I snatched my hands back from his soft grasp and pushed past him. I didn't know where I was going but I knew I didn't want to be there anymore.

Tick tock.

Tick Tock.

My mind drifts back into my body. The sound of the stupid clock is making me wonder how long I have been standing here all over again. It feels like forever. I know what he is doing. He is letting me stew here until I am completely over my attitude, but he is also allowing himself time to be in the right headspace.

I know after everything that happened this morning Tom was not only upset with me but he was also hurt that I pushed him away and rejected his help and calming leadership. And after my phone call to him this afternoon how terrified he must have felt. My stomach twists with the revelation. My shoulders droop slightly and I'm feeling like the worst person in the world.

Tom is so loving and caring and sweet.. Sure he is also stern and authoritative and not afraid to punish me when needed but that is exactly the kind of guy I have always wanted. No, the kind of guy I've always needed. And Tom takes such good care of me and my needs, including disciplining me when needed. I feel all of the residual anger leaving my body. I drop my head down, the guilt and shame making it too hard to hold it up anymore. The traitorous tears start to flow down my cheeks.

I can hear Tom still working at the kitchen table but I can feel his eyes on me. Assessing I'm sure. He can read my body so well sometimes it's scary. Not only can he read every movement and every emotion that flashes across my face, but he can also play my body like a finely tuned instrument. He can make my body sing like no one else on this planet. This man has magic fingers, oh but his tongue... I feel my body heating up at the thought in spite of myself. The heat reaches my tear stained cheeks making me blush. I shift again but this time it's in hopes of getting just a small amount of friction between my legs. How is it possible to get this turned on by the mere thought of Tom's hands on me? Damn him. The longer he keeps me here the more my body and mind wars with itself. My mind is filled with guilt but my body is heated with need.

It starts to sink in how much trouble I'm really in and my stomach flip flops. God, I just wish he would hurry up and get it over with. This waiting is killing me.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

This has to be a form of torture. I know I deserve the spanking but it doesn't make the waiting and anticipation any easier. I also deserve the rest of the punishment that will follow, and the guilt is really creeping in deep. I want to feel better, and after I have been punished I will be forgiven and in turn I can forgive myself. I want Tom's arms wrapped around me and telling me that I am his good girl again and that all is forgiven. I also can't stop the neediness building in my core. The more I try to ignore it the worse it becomes.

Sometimes when I am being punished Tom won't allow me to have my release. Sometimes he denies me any pleasure at all. Other times he will bring me right to the edge of bliss over and over again but then snatch it away just when I can't stand it anymore and leaves me desperate and wanting. Other times however he drives me wild, building me up higher and higher and higher until finally he lets me come undone. God I hope today will end like that. I don't know if I can take such a serious punishment and not be able to fly high afterwards. My body might just explode.

I feel Tom right behind me and my stomach drops. When did he get there? How is this 6 foot 2 inch 230 lb man so deadly quiet? Maybe he should work for the CIA. His breath is on my neck and I can feel the goosebumps spread over my body.

"Let's go babygirl." he whispers dangerously low in my ear. "We have a lot to talk about. Or should I say that my belt, paddle, and hairbrush have a lot to say to your bottom. And you have a long night of listening ahead of you."

Tom guides me upstairs by the arm and into our bedroom. My stomach drops again and I dare to give Tom a pitiful look and I am met with a hard determined stare.

"Don't give me that look Alissa, you know you have this coming and I intend to give it to you."

I manage to squeak out "yes Sir" around the lump in my throat.

"Okay babygirl, strip." He walks over to the closet and pulls out one of our school paddles and places it on the bed.

I watch him as he unbuttons his sleeve cuffs and slowly rolls them up one at a time exposing his sculpted forearms.

When he gives me an impatient look I realize that I haven't moved a muscle. I slowly shuffle across the room removing my clothes. I pull my tee shirt off over my head exposing my ample breasts. I'm not wearing a bra so I am fully exposed to his dark stare. I shimmy out of my pants and panties in one smooth motion leaving me naked and completely exposed and vulnerable to my husband. Even though I know that I am about to get my bottom blistered I feel completely safe with this man. I trust him with my heart, mind, body, and soul. He is my everything and I know that his love has no bounds. Love and admiration wells in my chest and I swallow hard to keep it from overflowing.

Tom's eyes roam my naked body greedily, taking in every inch of me like he is seeing me for the first time. His eyes linger on each and every one of my curves. I can see his eyes darken with desire. His breathing picks up just slightly. Pride washes over me knowing that I have this kind of effect on him still 15 years into our marriage.

I close the distance between us and stand in front of him with my head lowered and my eyes cast down to the floor. My heart racing and my breath hitching, I try to hold the tears back. My body is buzzing with all of the emotions. Every nerve in my body is electric.

"Look at me babygirl" Tom puts his finger under my chin and forces me to look up into his eyes.

His eyes search mine and I feel like he can see every single thing I am trying to hide.

"Tell me babygirl, what's about to happen here?"

Damn him.

I hate when he makes me say it and he knows it.

Bastard.

I shift under his unwavering stare but he doesn't let up.

"I am going to get spanked Sir." my voice is barely audible even to me.

"Speak up my love."

Damm him.

I try again, "I'm going to get a spanking Sir" My voice is stronger this time.

"Good girl, and why are you getting a spanking baby?"

I try to lower my head but he grips my chin firmly, not allowing me the reprieve of hiding my eyes from his.

"Because of everything that happened today Sir." My voice is more shaky than I want it to be.

I take a deep breath trying to maintain my composure.

"Not quite ready to talk yet, I see. That's okay babygirl, let's get you over the edge of that bed and get you warmed up. I know sometimes you need that burning bottom before you find your words."

Tom guides me over the edge of the bed and allows me to adjust and get into position. I grab a pillow and pull it tight to my chest. My chin gently rests on the mushed up pillow. The room is dead silent. I wiggle my bottom in anticipation, the nervous energy needing to escape somehow.

What is he even doing back there? I know better than to turn around and look, but I hate when he leaves me waiting like this. The seconds drag on for hours. I know that bastard is just back there enjoying the view and reveling in my misery. He just loves to torture me. I can't help but to shift around again wiggling my bottom feeling the tingling already warming it up without a single swat.

I hear him move for the first time, his heavy footsteps on the wooden floor right next to the bed, getting into position I assume.

More waiting. Though it's way too far away I can almost swear I hear the ticking of that stupid clock in the living room.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Taunting me.

I hear Tom unbuckle his belt and slowly pull it out from the loops on his pants. My stomach flips and tingles course through my body settling in my core. I whimper and wiggle once more involuntarily.

I hear the belt sing through the air and make contact with my presented backside. My brain takes a moment to register the red hot flash of burning pain left in the wake of the belt being expertly applied. I gasp as the pain quickly spreads across my soft pale skin. I don't have time to absorb all of the stinging pain from the first swat before I hear the belt cutting through the air again. The next strike lands in exactly the same spot as the first.

Bastard.

A whimper escapes my lips as the pain builds on the last swat. I can feel an angry red stripe forming already. This time when I wiggle my burning bottom Tom delivers an extra hard swat to my upper thighs making me cry out.

"You know better babygirl. Hold still. If you wiggle that cute little bottom around again you will get five extra hard swats on your sensitive thighs. And it will go up by five each time you do it. Do you understand me?"

I open my mouth to answer but my voice is cut off by the belt punctuating his point. "Yes Sir" I gasp loudly, struggling to hold still.

Tom falls into a rhythm covering every single inch of my bottom with his soft supple leather belt. The burning sting builds up to an unbearable pain, but Tom is merciless with his delivery.

I feel the first tears start to well up in my eyes and I squeeze them closed tight in hopes of keeping the tears from spilling. And right on cue Tom swings the belt with even more force. Each spank biting into my punished bottom.

Bastard.

How does he do that? How does he know my body so damn well? The next hard swat lands on my sit spot with a deep burn and the well is broken. The tears stream down my face, quickly soaking the pillow.

Swat after swat.. I can't keep tracked anymore. Each one building on the previous one. I don't have any space to even think.

It takes me a moment to realize that Tom has stopped swinging the belt. I continue to cry into the pillow for several moments and Tom gives me the space that I need. He walks over to me and gently rubs my back while I cry. My bottom is throbbing but I know that there is more to come.

Tom allows me to catch my breath for another few moments. His voice is low and authoritative "It's okay babygirl. Take a few deep breaths. That's it, there ya go.. Now, why are you getting spanked Alissa?"

I take another deep breath and let it out shakily. "I am getting spanked because I was just about the worst version of myself this morning and I deserve better for myself. Not only was I hurtful to you and took out my frustrations on you but when I act like that I make myself feel worse and worse." I am crying all over again. My breath caught in my throat. I try to swallow hard around the lump.

"Good girl. When you woke up this morning feeling so awful, what should you have done?"

I hate the way he makes me talk about it. All of it. My thoughts and feelings, the fact that I am getting spanked, the fact that I need spankings in the first place. He strips me down and makes me bare my soul to him and I hate it almost as much as I love it.

"I should have just told you about my bad mood Sir. I could have asked you for a spanking first thing this morning to help me regulate my emotions and recenter me. I could have told you that I needed to take some space after the first incident instead of spiraling while you were trying to help me regulate myself. There are so many things I should have done this morning instead of what I did and I'm so sorry Sir."

I am full on sobbing now. I'm unable to catch my breath. Tom sits down next to me on the bed and rubs my back.

"It's okay baby. I know you feel bad about everything that happened. I love you now and always. There is nothing you can ever do that will change that."

His soothing words break something inside of me and I cry even harder. All of my anger and guilt and shame flows from my eyes and down my cheeks. I begin to feel lighter already but I know we are far from done.

"Okay sweetheart, up and into the corner with you until you have calmed down enough to continue."

This time it's not really a punishment but a way for me to catch my breath before things get even more intense. I walk to the corner gingerly feeling each step in my burning bottom. I'm sure it's cherry red already. I take several calming breaths and get my crying under control. I can hear Tom moving around the room getting things set up for the next part of the punishment I'm sure. For us the belt is usually only the warm up. Granted this time he did apply it liberally with no mercy. I take several more deep breaths calming my nerves but doing nothing for the throbbing in my backside.

" Are you ready baby?" Tom asks without sounding like he is rushing me or pushing me if I need more time.

I take one more deep breath and answer him with a shaky "Yes Sir."

I turn away from the wall to see the half circle wedge pillow on the bed and Tom holding the intimidating 'school paddle'.

Boy do I hate that damn paddle.

I cross the room until I am standing in front of my loving bastard of a husband determined to completely break me down so he can build me back up when it's all over.

"Okay babygirl, up onto the bed over the pillow. I'm going to give you twenty with the paddle and I want you to count each one. 'One thank you Sir' and so on. Do you understand?" He catches my eyes with his and pins me with a stern look.

"Yes Sir." I whimper.

"If you lose count we start over Alissa." He continues to pin me with his dark eyes.

I lower my eyes, unable to take it anymore. "Yes Sir" I whisper.

"Good, now over you go."

I awkwardly climb up onto the bed and position myself over the wedge. I get a pillow to rest my elbows on and lower my head down. My punished bottom is raised up high in the air on full display. I couldn't hide anything for Tom even if I wanted to. I fight the urge to wiggle around, knowing that will only earn me extra swats.

Tom takes his time. I feel his heated stare raking over my body and it sends a shiver through me. My body breaks out in goosebumps. Tom runs his hands over my back slowly, stopping just above my upturned bottom. Then he continues his path softly down my creamy thighs and silky legs. He has a rule about not touching or rubbing my butt during or after a spanking. He wants me to feel every bit of the pain from the punishment. He wants me to sit in that soul cleansing pain for as long as it takes to subside on its own. I am never allowed to rub my punished bottom either. Not even hours later. He says it's really hard for him as well because he loves the feel of my freshly spanked bottom. He loves to feel the heat coming off of it and the welts that form from the belt or the cane. He loves to tell me that is a sacrifice he is willing to make as he chuckles.

I can't help but to sigh and relax my body under Tom's skilled fingers. I feel the heat building in my core. A small whimper escapes my lips when he removes his hand and I am left with a building need.

"What's the matter babygirl? Are you becoming my needy girl already?" I hear the teasing tone and I am embarrassed, a feeling of shame washing over me.

My only answer is a small whine.