a wet punishment

Our Easter break will,be over soon. Next week I'll start travelling for business till the first week of May in another continent, so my husband has suggested that we have a short trip on a tropical island before I leave for my business trip.

The food is nice. The resort is great. The view is exquisite. Everything is exceptional.

I have enjoyed the trip very much so far, except for one thing. I got a warning spanking from my husband.

He never spanks me when we're travelling, but he made this time an exception.

Because I forgot something again.

This time it's changing the limit for overseas withdrawals. I ended up not being able to get any cash. Of course we can use our credit card for some places but it's quite inconvenient each time we want to do something.

On our way to the hotel, my husband said he would give me a warning spanking. I didn't know what it is, but I thought I had better keep my mouth shut.

Upon arrival, we saw a stunning view, but I was distracted by my own thoughts about the spanking. Sigh.

We got our room. My husband said we should get changed and go swimming now.

I just hoped he would not spank me, or he spanked me right away.

After we got changed, I pulled down my bikini panties and said to my husband "Can you just spank me now? I don't want to wait anymore. It completely spoils my holiday."

My husband was not pleased that I "ordered" him to spank me. He said he was not going to give me a warning spanking but a punishment spanking for using impolite language and being impatient.

He said he didn't want to ruin our holiday either, so this was going to be painful but short, and he would use only his hand.

Phew, I was worried he would use an implement.

Then I was told to remove my binkini and get into the pool in our room completely naked and stay there.


Then my husband told me to bend my completely wet body over the side of the pool. He came over and gave me 3 spanks.

Then I said "it hurts". It did hurt more when wet.

My husband ignored what I said and asked me to get into the water again. And then he told me he was going to give me 20 spanks and I need to count, and he did not want to hear anything besides the counting.

So I got out of the water again, making myself ready for the punishment.

A bit like the picture above, except that I was naked and my skin is a bit lighter than that.

Spank! one...
Spank! two...
Spank! three...
Until the last one...
Spank! twenty... it hurts!

"What did I say?", my husband scolded.
"Now get into the water. We will start again from one!"

I felt like crying but did what I was told.

Then I got out of the water and the spanking started again from one. After ten, my husband rubbed my bottom but then he splashed some water over it to make each spank sting more.

After he made it to twenty, I was still sobbing. Then my husband cuddled me and said "You've learnt your lesson, havent you? Be a good girl okay? Always keep a list and remember what you need to do".

Then he massaged my bottom.with some cream.

What a dramatic way to start a resort holiday.

other punishments

Up till yesterday, spanking has been the main form of punishment given to me. Sometimes with hands on my bare bottom, sometimes with a flat IKEA hanger over my panties, sometimes with a nursery cane over my pants.

Yesterday my husband pulled my ears. It was a shock. It was after I had asked him not to hit me on my butt.

Then today he got this.

I cannot believe it is for me. I mean, what for?

"As a punishment", my husband said.

Given when he thinks I'm rude or I talk back when he scolds or I try to negotiate when he's about to spank (like I did yesterday), he added.

I don't like it, but he said I'm not supposed to like it.

"Now behave yourself, or I'll make you keep it in your mouth for hours from now".

Okay.

Then my husband said, to make the punishment effective, after each pacifier punishment, I am supposed to say the thing properly in ten different ways aloud, each to be evaluated by my husband. If he's not satisfied with any of them, I will need to put the pacifier back into my mouth and think of another one, until all ten are accepted.

And then I am supposed to write the ten lines 50 times each and bible verses on discipline while keeping the pacifier in my mouth. Bad handwriting will result in more punishment (seems to be another set to write and keeping the pacifier for longer).

Okay. Sounds like a really strict and time-consuming punishment.

Maybe a quick spanking isn't that bad.

Maybe I shouldn't have "negotiated" yesterday.

another form of punishment

I made a big mistake.

My husband put some shoes in a plastic bag for a field trip and told me to remind our cleaner to keep them.

But I forgot (!)

Last night he couldn't find his shoes for the trip next day and asked if I knew where they were and... Oh no!

I don't want to lie and say the cleaner made a mistake because he'll find out anyway. So I said sorry.

My husband said he accepts my apology but it's been many times I am this forgetful.

"Now take your pants down and  go stand there", he pointed at a wall in our living room. "nose at the wall", he added.

I probably stood there for ten minutes but felt like ages, not knowing what would happen to my bottom.

As soon as I was told to turn around, I saw my husband having a nursery cane in his hand. I was already sobbing, but instead of running away from him I ran towards him hugging him.

"Help! I'm so scared. Please protect me", I said.

This caught my husband by surprise.

He put down the cane and gave me a deep hug, almost cuddling me, stroking my hair.

Then he said he'll give me a chance and won't spank me. I was relieved. But then he said I still need to be punished.

Oh! 

He told me to have my hair up and stand in front of him.

Then, all of a sudden. Ahhhhhhhhh! And as I was still screaming, he pulled my other ear. My mouth probably opened as wide as you can see in this stock photo.

What color do you want?

Walking down some random streets in Singapore, my husband said he wanted to buy me a souvenir from here.

"What color do you want?", he asked.

I turned around and saw not a typical souvenir but these..

It left me completely speechless.

I once went to a Singaporean elementary school for two years because of my dad's relocation. I learnt that every household had at least one of these at home. They were not decoration but really meant to be used on kids. I just can't believe after almost two decades, Singaporean parents still use this to discipline their kids. This might explain why it's so cheap, just SG$0,5, or €0,3.

Sigh.

"Get one in light blue and one in orange for me please", I said to my husband.

This surprized my husband.

"I really want to see you walking down the streets holding two canes in your hand. Will everyone look at you?", I added, and I grinned at him :P

"No, but they will when I start running after you with the canes and you start screaming and crying and begging".

This man is sometimes a bit too imaginative.

Souvenir from Japan

This looks like the magic wand in Sailor Moon.

But when my husband took me to the laundry section of a department store, my heart sank. Look at all these stuffs --- they remind me of nothing but carpet beaters. No one has ever used it on me, but still.

I have bought the sailor moon cosplay costumes just for fun and my husband insisted that we should get this pink stuff too. Well, just don't ever think about using it on me.

anniversary trip

This trip was almost rescheduled because my husband was rather mad at me. I guess he has an issue with unhealthy lifestyle and wasted time. But having seen obvious improvement after the last spanking, he finally decided to go ahead.

So here we are

Japan!

Like France, it's one of the countries I stayed for a few years as a kid, so I can speak the local language. Having not used this language for a while, I really recall lots of childhood memories in the country. This time we have checked out lots of old and new places. Japan is just an amazing country weaving both the two contrasting elements. You get to see the state-of-the-art technology, and you also get immersed in a culture with well preserved gardens, shrines and habits from hundreds to a thousand of years ago.

When we were strolling down the streets with traditional things, we saw these traditional Japanese paddles and my husband asked if he should get one for a naughty girl we both know. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he said "looks like someone already needs one now". Luckily I know when he's serious and when he's not, after all these years.

Our fifth anniversary :)

A new, strange cane

After our trip to Switzerland, I had been living a life free of spanking. Instead of punishments, I was given lots of rewards for my good behaviors.

Until today.

It's been the third night I went to bed after 3am.

The first night was because of work, so my husband just kissed me goodnight. The next day he told me to go to bed earlier at night.

The second night was because of chatting with friends. My husband was away for business so nothing happened.

The third night he gave me a look and said he'd "deal with me later". I jumped into our bed at once but he gave me a swat on my bottom.

The next morning, nothing happened.

The following evening when I came home, there was a paper on the dining table that says "take off whatever you are wearing and stand in the corner".

There was a really light new nursery cane on the table. I quickly did what I was told.

30 minutes later, my husband was home. As you would have guessed, the nursery cane came into close contact with my poor bottom.

My husband asked me why he was doing that as he bent me over the sofa. He seemed to be pleased with my answer and asked how many times I should be hit. Obviously I wanted to say zero, but that would only lead to more spanking.

I said three, but my husband said I needed more.

Swish. One! I counted.

Swish. Ah!!! Two!

This went on and on like forever...

Until it made to ten.

It hurt a lot this time. But when I looked at my bottom in the mirror, I saw no spanking marks. No parallel lines. No welt. No anything.

Then I was told to take a shower and get ready for dinner. I was surprised to find that I could sit. It didn't hutt. Not even a single bit.

My husband probably noticed that too? And he put the nursery cane next to my laptop and asked, "Now what time will you go to bed tonight?"