As a boy I always fantasized about being taken to the woodshed for the strap. Now as a submissive hu
As a boy I always fantasized about being taken to the woodshed for the strap. Now as a submissive husband it is my wife who takes me to the family room for the strap. She is well versed in using it and leaves me a sobbing wreck. She has me go to the bathroom and bring back the box of Kleenex. From experence I know to set it on the seat of the couch. Then I come around to the back of the couch. This is when the lecture starts. Everything is yes ma'am and no ma'am. Depending on how upset she is she will either order me to take my pants down or pull them down herself if she is really upset. Then I have to bend over the back of the couch. I take a tissue in anticipation. One time I looked over my shoulder and saw the strap raised high above her head. Then swish, crack! My whipping was under way. I go through numerous tissues drying my eyes and blowing my nose. Most of the time I don’t even realize she has stopped. I just lay there sobbing. When I finally slow down to crying I see her sitting in the easy chair across form me with the strap in her lap. She always let’s me lay there until I have finished crying. Then she asks if I have learned my lesson. I quickly reply yes ma'am. Then I am given permission to stand up. Sometimes the lecturing continues other times I am sent to the corner. After a strapping when she finally let’s me out of the corner I am instructed to go to the bathroom and wash my face. Upon returning she usually lectures me again. With the strap there is lots of lecturing. Finally when she is satisfied I am given permission to pull my pants up. This is my que to apologize to her. Then she turns her cheek to me and I give her one kiss on the cheek and thank her for whipping me. Then I am instructed to put everything up and clean up the mess. -- source link