My First Spanking
by Becca
We'd been married for a couple of months. Our first duty-station was Fairbanks, AK, and it was midwinter. I'd been shut inside so much I was losing my mind, and even though I thoroughly believed him when he said he'd spank me, I was getting too cranky to care.
He decided we needed some air, even if it was freezing air, and told me to bundle up, we were going to go play in the snow. At first it was fun, but there is really no way to describe 40 degrees below zero cold, and before long I was beyond freezing and I wanted to go home.
We had walked to the park, so we were walking back, and he kept up the play. He was throwing snow at me, making tracks, you know, being a kid. (which we both still were, really) I should have appreciated what he was doing, and what he had tried to give me that day. I mean, he was in the Army. He had to work in this stuff all the time, so this fun was all for me.
But I was being a sulky brat instead, and when he picked me up and stuck me in a snow drift, I lost my temper and yelled at him. I told him to grow the fu*k up. He got really quiet and just stared at me. We were almost home, and he told me to get up to our apartment, he'd be there soon.
I knew I had screwed up, but I acted like I didn't care, like it was his fault, and I stomped away from him. By the time I reached our apartment I was pretty nervous and really regretting my outburst. I put away my winter stuff and went to start dinner, hoping against hope that if I acted like nothing happened he would too. A few minutes later I heard the door open and close, then I heard shuffling of clothes and the closet door open and close, and then he was coming to the kitchen.
I tried to sound all casual and asked him if he wanted coffee or cocoa, but he didn't answer. He just grabbed my arm and half walked, half dragged me to the bedroom. I was getting pretty frantic, telling him he couldn't do this to me, and also apologizing for all I was worth. But he never said a word. Just sat down at the end of the bed with me in front of him, yanked down my sweat pants and panties, and then put me over one knee while holding my legs in place with his other leg.
Then he spanked ... and spanked. I swore he spanked for 2 or 3 hours, but he says it was more like a minute and a half. I think I was crying before the first swat, and I was really bawling by the time it was over. He laid down in bed and pulled me to lay in his arms and asked me why he had to do that. I told him it was because I'd yelled at him and I was a brat and I would never, ever act that way again. (but of course I have) He held me for a while longer, then told me to finish dinner. As I was leaving the bedroom he said, "And Becca? If I ever hear that kind of language out of your mouth again you'll be tasting soap for days. Got it?"
Well, my Mother raised smart women, so I assured him that yes, I 'got it.'
That was the first time. Dang, I miss that man!!
Becca