The Worst One
by Becca
Hi everyone! I told the story of the first spanking I ever got a few days ago, and then I got to read about other people's 'first' and I really liked that. So now I am going to tell about the worst, and maybe someone else will too. (I am not sadistic, just kind of bored)
We had been married for almost 2 years, we still lived in Alaska, and our first child was about a year old. As anyone who has been military can tell you, there is not a lot of money in it, especially at first. We had decided that if it could be helped at all we would not put any children we had into a daycare, so I wasn't working, and money was very tight. I never shopped anywhere but the commissary, coupon clipping was almost an obsession, all clothing was bought secondhand, I even reused coffee filters for goodness sake! But somehow we still ran out of money before we ran out of days in the month.
I'm terrible at math. I mean rotten, awful, couldn't balance a checkbook to save my soul! But because my husband was in the infantry at the time, and
went to the field a lot, he insisted I try to do it. I was very good friends with a lady who worked at our bank so one day she called me to let me know
that a check was being posted that we didn't have funds to cover. And what was worse, it was written on post! Each post has its own rules about bad
checks, but at this one they notified unit commanders, and I could not have that!
She told me she could keep it from being posted till the end of the day, but that was it. I called my Mom, and saint that she was, she sent me
some money western union. It was too late in the day for a bank to bank transfer to do any good. Now my only problem was getting to the western
union, and then getting to the bank before it closed in just under 2 hours. We didn't have a car, and even if we had I didn't know how to drive yet,
(I'll have to write a story about him teaching me to drive. That was an
experience neither of us will ever forget) so I called everyone I could think of. They were either not home, or didn't have the car. I was getting
desperate. I asked my downstairs neighbor to keep my little boy, and I set out on foot. My husband was due in from the field that night, but I wasn't
sure what time. I should have called his work just to see if he was back yet, but as my Mother used to say: 'could have, should have, would have. But
didn't.' I was desperate. I knew better, but it was cold, time was flying,
and did I mention I was desperate? I stuck out my thumb. Only 2 or 3 cars passed before a truck pulled over. Was that good luck though? NO. It was my
husbands platoon sergeant. I literally wanted to die right there. He gave me a ride and lectured me, good naturedly, all the way to the W.U. office, to
the bank, and then back home, where my husband was already waiting for me.
Did the nice sergeant keep my mess-up a secret? nooooo, he came upstairs with me, and he told. And I swear, he seemed to enjoy the telling. He left the apartment, and R told me to go to the bedroom, take my pants and underwear off, and then stand in the corner until he said otherwise. He was shaking, he was so mad! I started shaking too.
Cathy (my neighbor) had brought our son to him when he got home, but he took him back down to her and asked her if she'd watch him for a half hour or so. She did. Then he went and cut a couple of switches. I've been switched many times since, and probably even harder, but this was the first, and combined with the fear, and the fact that my bottom really hadn't been spanked all that many times yet so it was still pretty new to all of this, and the fact that he was determined to make sure I NEVER hitchhiked again, that was the worst spanking I ever got.
He had me bend over and put my hands on his army duffel bag, that was still full of clothes I needed to wash from the field. Then he laid down stripes like you wouldn't believe. He said he had a set number in his head, and every time I break position we start over and he let it fly! From the top of my bottom cheeks to the backs of my knees he switched me... I am still amazed Cathy didn't call the police, but she probably figured I had it coming.
Besides that, I had read somewhere that it had only recently become illegal in AK to beat your wife. I broke position a couple of times, but the
last time I did it I fell to my knees and literally begged him to stop. He took pity on
me and finished with his hand, over the knee. Then he held me and I saw that I wasn't the only one crying. He was not just lecturing me,
he was pleading with me to never do anything so dangerous again, He couldn't care less about a stupid letter to the commander, and I'll tell you, I've
never felt so loved in my life as I did right then.
Peace everyone, and have a great night!
Becca