Disciplining Ford

An Omen from the Tenderiser

After the demise of our original pine Spencer Paddle (as related in my earlier post “Over Again”), I’ve now had a couple of experiences on the receiving end of its much more substantial replacement. In each case, DW has taken advantage of a holiday period for the “running in” of her new implement, so to speak.

My first paddling with DW’s brand new oak Spencer Paddle came on the eve of a public holiday back in late April when the rest of the family happened to have left us to ourselves for the night. My first serious inkling that a spanking was in the offing came late in the afternoon when DW sent me off to the bedroom for a change into panties and some lightweight track pants, “… so they can be easily pulled down when I’m ready to spank you”. Some 5 minutes later I’d returned to my desk in the office having changed in accordance with DW’s instructions.

“So what colour panties are you wearing?”

“Monday’s panties are red Ma’am.”

“Umm… it sounds like the colour of your butt will shortly be matching them.”

However, it was only after another two hours’ of work at her computer that DW pushed back from her desk and wandered out of the office for a break. When she returned soon afterwards it became apparent that this break was also to include the promised spanking. It was only once I’d lowered my track pants and presented my panty-covered backside in a well bent-over position, that the reason for the spanking was explained. DW reminded me of a specific request she’d made on Sunday that I help with the preparation of a rather large and heavy item for shipment on Monday. In the end the request had been forgotten, and DW and her casual staff member had been left to package the item themselves – with some difficulty and in some haste on Monday morning. While in the process of this reminder, DW had taken up the new paddle and was rubbing it sideways across my vulnerable, nylon-covered butt.


As DW started to apply some pretty solid strokes, it was quickly becoming apparent that this paddle bestowed a quite different character of pain to that of its predecessor. Whilst there could be no denying the VERY severe sting from the impact of each stroke, the additional density of the oak and its slightly greater thickness also wrought a much more deep-seated feeling that this was also to be a very bruising encounter – despite the fact that DW appeared to be exercising some initial caution in her application of this new instrument for my punishment.
After she had administered fifty strokes across both cheeks, DW decided that it was time to lower my panties and inspect her progress to date. This she did by running her finger down my back, hooking it into the waistband and simply following through until they were down to knee-level. After then running her hands gently over the target area, my sharp reaction to her sudden grab of each cheek confirmed immediately to both of us the now very tender state of my backside. Another twenty somewhat stronger strokes my now bare cheeks then followed in fairly quick succession.

“Stay there.”

Just for good measure, DW had also brought the hairbrush into the office. After briefly rubbing its cool smooth back across my bare backside, she launched into a set of what turned out to be 20 absolute stingers that REALLY gained my attention. It seems to me that whenever DW has swapped from the paddle to the much lighter hairbrush, she tends to put much more “wrist” into each stroke – and my butt pays the penalty.

Still not content, DW re-applied the paddle for a further 20 hard strokes that rounded out my counting to 110 in total.

Then, after she had indicating that I was permitted to stand, DW added, “You are to remain in panties tonight and for the holiday tomorrow. Do you understand?”

“Yes Ma’am”, I replied somewhat breathlessly.

“That’s good Mister!”

The christening of the new paddle came a little later when, in response to one of DW’s characteristic queries about the state of my butt, the best description that I could come up with was “thoroughly tenderised”. After that, DW didn’t need to think twice about the name of her new implement for my discipline!

Even more ominous was the still tenderly aching state of my backside some 3 days later, even when seated on my normally very comfortable office chair.

June 15th, 2006 Posted by | Uncategorized | 4 comments

4 Comments »

  1. Read your blog for the first time. Excellent
    depiction of this sort of relationship.. will
    read it on a regular basis… tell me do you
    feel submissive after the spanking?

    Comment by mastersall | June 16, 2006

  2. Just wondering, do you count the strokes, or does DW, or do you estimate how many. I find that counting the strokes makes them more bearable to receive, thus I try not to count the strokes.
    Lastly, do you thank your wife each time for spanking you?
    dwcmike

    Comment by dwcmike | July 4, 2006

  3. Hi mastersall,
    Many thanks for your comment, and I must apologise for being so tardy in responding.

    Judging from the copious and eloquent writings on many blogs about the nature of submission, I’m not alone in finding it difficult and quite complex to analyse and describe. When I have the courage, I should probably have go at it in a post – sometime.

    Meanwhile, I’d say that the completion of an allotted punishment really marks an end-point to my feelings of submission to DW’s correction of a behaviour that has infringed the quite specific definitions in our Disciplinary Agreement. Outside of those specified areas, I wouldn’t describe our lifestyle in general as being D/s – perhaps this is what makes it more DD?

    Perhaps my strongest feelings of submission come when I know that I’ve infringed and voluntarily initiate my compliance with the punishment that DW has rightfully allotted.

    Perhaps late responses to Blog comments should be added to our Disciplinary Agreement.

    Comment by Ford | July 5, 2006

  4. Hi Mike,

    DW requires that I count clearly each stroke before the next one arrives. Missing one usually means that she will not allow it to be included in the total. I think DW also judges the progressive effectiveness of a spanking in part from the tone of my voice, and this is a factor in her decisions about how long to continue. She also has a tendency to give a quick flurry when the spanking is well advanced that challenges my ability to keep up. So our recording of stroke counts is quite accurate.

    Your comment that counting makes the strokes easier to bear is interesting. DW seldom tells me (or perhaps even decides) beforehand the number of strokes she will administer, so the suspense builds around numbers like 50 and 100 as to whether she is going to stop there or continue. If and when that 51st stroke arrives, the dawning realisation that there’s most likely another 50, or perhaps even more to come, is quite a salutary experience. DW would have chosen the total of 110 for this particular spanking with just that in mind.

    An interesting approach I’ve heard requires the spankee to keep separate counts for the left and right cheeks of non-alternating strokes – with penalties for mis-counts. Ouch!

    My expressions of gratitude for DW’s discipline is a fundamental requirement of our particular Disciplinary Agreement.

    Thanks again for your comment.

    Comment by Ford | July 5, 2006

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