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I'm back! Rico took a couple days off my restriction after he was able to spank me a few times with this evil piece of plywood he found... and he made me keep it "for future reference!!" ARGH! Anywayz, tomorrow I will post more about my weekend, why I got in trouble in the first place, and my Valentine's gift to Rico. *smile*
For those of you who felt the first part of Jack & Bella was too intense, this second part should be nicer; however - it does have a non-typical slant to it. If y'all like this couple enough, I'll post more stories in the future.
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Bella knelt at his feet; her head bowed respectfully. Tears seeped from her eyes and trickled over the curves of her nostrils. She found herself, yet again, in a punishment session with her husband. It’d been a while since the disobedience incident, however, she’d managed to, once again, forget about one of his requests one too many times.
“How many times have we gone over this, Bella?” Jack questioned rigidly.
A cry in her throat roughened her reply, “Several, Sir.” She dared not lift her face to meet his harsh glare. Her heartbeat bellowed in her ears and her stomach balked at what was to come. Jack slowly began to pace a short distance from her humbled figure. He knew she was truly sorry; he even knew that she hadn’t meant to disobey him in the first place. However, he attributed her recurring, short-term memory to a lack of serious regard for the standard he had set. Clasping his hands behind him, he continued to walk every inch of the five or six foot parameter in front of Bella. He really didn’t like these serious meetings, but they had an obviously good effect on he and Bella’s relationship ever since they’d become a part of their marriage .
“Stand.” Jack suddenly commanded. Without hesitation, Bella raised her body to meet his demand. “Look at me and tell me why you are here.” The shadows in the dimly lit room blacked his eyes out, leaving an emotionless cavern behind his voice.
With some effort, she lifted her eyes to him and began, “I’m here, Sir, because I’ve, yet again, disobeyed one of your simple requests. This is the fourth time in a row I’ve forgotten to write in my journal before twelve.” Her voice threatened to fail her, but she managed to get it all out. “Apparently, you don’t think it’s important enough to be a priority in your life?” He stood stark still and waited for a reply.
“I do, Sir! I’m so sorry. I truly do understand why it’s important to you, and to me!” She answered quickly.
Finally, he stepped towards her and the shadows dipped behind his head, “Which is why, exactly?”
“Because writing down my thoughts and actions from the day shows you what I’m feeling. It shows you that I’m submitting my life to you and opening my heart to your presence.”
Dense silence invaded the room for several moments. Bella wished the hard, wood floor beneath her feet would swallow her whole. Glancing behind Jack at the red walls surrounding them both, she regretted choosing such an imposing color. There was something ominous and controlling about the darkness the room held at night. But, it sure fit the situation. A deep part of Bella was glad the physical circumstances matched. She’d, almost stereotypically, been the spouse to bring up the concept of Domestic Discipline and Domination and Submission. Surprisingly, however, and non-stereotypically, her husband had taken to it like a plant to fertilized ground. He’d grown firm roots and a strong standing in the lifestyle within only a few months. Something she was, both thankful for and, at times, shocked at and even uncertain about.
Jack’s voice broke the quiet first, “Go and get the small hairbrush.” His tone seemed slightly gentler, but still held all the determination it had since the beginning of the punishment session. The thought of the small hairbrush sent shivers through Bella’s nerves. It was a black, short hairbrush, with a head no wider than an inch. Because it was made of thick plastic, used in a repetitive, flicking sort of way, it was excruciating. Though the sting only slightly colored her skin and hardly ever left a mark, the pain build-up could become agonizing within moments. Not wanting to aggravate Jack, Bella found the implement and returned quickly.
When she went to hand it to him, he surprised her by saying, “Keep it, I won’t be the one using it tonight.” Confusion rippled across her face.
She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, “Sir?”
“You heard me, Bella. Now, lay down on your right side on the bed.”
Slightly hesitant, she did what she was told.
“Pull your left leg up and keep your right leg straight.”
Still holding the hairbrush in her hand, she continued to follow his instructions and look at him quizzically.
Jack crossed the room and opened the closet. From there, he retrieved a thin, lexan cane. Rounding the bed, he stood directly in front of Bella’s face, “Listen close. I will not repeat myself.” He paused and waited for her “yes Sir,” “I’m going to give you a command. If you do not follow them perfectly, you will receive five strokes with this cane. Do I make myself clear?”
Bella stared at him seriously, then quietly answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I sincerely hope I will not have to use it. Don’t disappoint me.” Jack placed the lexan cane on the bed beside her. “Now. You will take the hairbrush in your hand and spank the inside top of your right thigh fifty times. I know that you cannot see, but do your best to aim for the exact same spot every time. Snap your wrist and make each stroke hard. No matter what, do not lessen the strength of the slap. If you must, pause and regain control. Understand?”
The shock of the order coursed through Bella’s insides. He was asking her to spank herself; with him there and perfectly capable of doing it himself. Humiliation blushed her body a deep pink, “I can’t!!” She exclaimed.
“You can, and trust me - you will. Take your pants and panties off.” Jack’s voice was cold and completely inflexible.
Anger and thorough embarrassment caused her to seethe a few seconds before she complied. Once she’d pushed her clothes to her knees, she kicked them roughly off the side of the bed.
“Now your shirt.”
The impulse to throw her blouse at him struck her, but common sense prevailed. Slowly, she dropped her shirt off the side of the bed and resumed her previous position.
Once she’d settled herself and Jack was sure he wasn’t going to have to persuade her to follow his commands, he told her to begin the spanking.
It took every ounce of self control within Bella to use the hairbrush to inflict pain upon her own, sensitive thigh. She reviewed what he’d told her about snapping her wrist and making the spank count before actually landing the first stroke. SMACK! Just as she’d remembered, that little black hairbrush stung like the dickens. Forcing herself past the mental blocks that popped up all over, Bella flicked the brush at her thigh again and again. SMACK! SMACK!
It wasn’t hard to keep the brush aimed at one spot, but the urge to purposely change areas was nearly overwhelming. Somehow, however, she fought it off and continued on. Changing the pace was the only thing he’d hadn’t restricted her control on. But it hardly mattered. The longer she took between swats, the more it seemed to hurt. Yet, the faster she went, the quicker the pain built up to nearly unbearable. Forty eight, forty NINE, fifty!! Bella sighed wearily and dropped her head against the comforter.
“Now, turn over and repeat what you just did on your other thigh.”
“Oh please Jack! I just can’t do it... it hurts so much! Could you please just do it yourself?”
“No. This is about obedience, and self control. I’m not going to repeat myself again - turn over.” A pitiful cry escaped her throat as she began to spank herself again. The second set of fifty was no easier than the first. This time, Bella noticed herself trembling uncontrollably by the time she finished. She breathed heavily into the blankets and closed her eyes in momentary relief. A warm hand began to caress her face.
“I’m proud of you, Bella.” She looked up into his eyes and forced a weak smile. Suddenly, she remembered what this was all about. Pleasing him. Her attitude became immediately repentent again. She recalled how horrible she felt over repeating the same crime for the fourth time in a row. After a minute or so, Jack pulled his hand away and waited for her to look up at him.
“You’re not quite done yet.” He steeled himself again and watched as she grimaced and slowly became remorseful and sorrowful. “Position yourself the same way, but, this time, tilt your body to where you’re able to aim for your sit spot. One hundred spanks to each side - just as before.” Sobs bubbled up inside Bella’s chest and she swallowed hard to prevent them from leaking out.
The first fifty were like the previous two sets of fifty as far as pain. However, by around seventy, it was becoming harder and harder to bring herself to flick her wrist downward. At one point, she nearly stopped completely. A sharp, “Continue!” from Jack pushed her past that edge. One at a time, tears began to dribble from her eyelids. By the time she finished the second hundred, quiet sobs had begun to push from her throat. They were mostly out of having her pride so broken to pieces. It was one thing to be spanked by Jack, it was totally different to be made to spank herself by Jack. Finding the strength to make her brain override its instincts was absolutely exhausting, as well.
Once she’d finished her own spanking, Bella dropped the hairbrush and buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t sure if her punishment was over, but she was sure she couldn't take actually spanking herself anymore. Jack’s soft, loving lips comforted her. He pushed the hair from her face, and pulled her hands down, “You’re almost done, sweet Bella.” Ever so gently, he pushed his arm under her torso and pulled her to him as he sat on the bed. Sitting her in his lap, he held her close for a short while.
Words seemed inappropriate, so after a few minutes, Jack simply laid Bella down over his lap. He made sure her upper and lower body were supported by the soft bed, then pulled her waist against his. He knew she was exhausted from pushing herself so far. Her body still shook slightly from the exertion. Holding his arm securely around her middle, he picked up the lexan cane and began to finish the punishment.
Instead of using the full length of the cane, which wasn’t all that long anyway, Jack held it about midways in order to use it in the position he was in. POP! The first whap of the cane caught Bella completely off guard and she cried out involuntarily. Ready to finish this punishment just as badly as she, Jack brought the cane down quickly. He gave her no time to feel the difference between each stroke. Instead, each streak of fire created a single blaze that covered her entire bottom.
Too exhausted to fight, Bella cried out and clenched her fists throughout the caning. Despite Jack using the cane in such an odd way, it was still doing a perfectly fine job.
Before she’d realized it was really over, Jack was pulling her up into his lap and flooding her face with kisses. The warmth of his touch, and the love of his strong arms, made her cry all the more.
One thing was for sure, there was no way she was going to forget to write in her journal ever again. It didn’t matter if that meant covering the walls in sticky notes reminding herself to do so, she would not forget.
~~~
For those of you who felt the first part of Jack & Bella was too intense, this second part should be nicer; however - it does have a non-typical slant to it. If y'all like this couple enough, I'll post more stories in the future.
~~~
Bella knelt at his feet; her head bowed respectfully. Tears seeped from her eyes and trickled over the curves of her nostrils. She found herself, yet again, in a punishment session with her husband. It’d been a while since the disobedience incident, however, she’d managed to, once again, forget about one of his requests one too many times.
“How many times have we gone over this, Bella?” Jack questioned rigidly.
A cry in her throat roughened her reply, “Several, Sir.” She dared not lift her face to meet his harsh glare. Her heartbeat bellowed in her ears and her stomach balked at what was to come. Jack slowly began to pace a short distance from her humbled figure. He knew she was truly sorry; he even knew that she hadn’t meant to disobey him in the first place. However, he attributed her recurring, short-term memory to a lack of serious regard for the standard he had set. Clasping his hands behind him, he continued to walk every inch of the five or six foot parameter in front of Bella. He really didn’t like these serious meetings, but they had an obviously good effect on he and Bella’s relationship ever since they’d become a part of their marriage .
“Stand.” Jack suddenly commanded. Without hesitation, Bella raised her body to meet his demand. “Look at me and tell me why you are here.” The shadows in the dimly lit room blacked his eyes out, leaving an emotionless cavern behind his voice.
With some effort, she lifted her eyes to him and began, “I’m here, Sir, because I’ve, yet again, disobeyed one of your simple requests. This is the fourth time in a row I’ve forgotten to write in my journal before twelve.” Her voice threatened to fail her, but she managed to get it all out. “Apparently, you don’t think it’s important enough to be a priority in your life?” He stood stark still and waited for a reply.
“I do, Sir! I’m so sorry. I truly do understand why it’s important to you, and to me!” She answered quickly.
Finally, he stepped towards her and the shadows dipped behind his head, “Which is why, exactly?”
“Because writing down my thoughts and actions from the day shows you what I’m feeling. It shows you that I’m submitting my life to you and opening my heart to your presence.”
Dense silence invaded the room for several moments. Bella wished the hard, wood floor beneath her feet would swallow her whole. Glancing behind Jack at the red walls surrounding them both, she regretted choosing such an imposing color. There was something ominous and controlling about the darkness the room held at night. But, it sure fit the situation. A deep part of Bella was glad the physical circumstances matched. She’d, almost stereotypically, been the spouse to bring up the concept of Domestic Discipline and Domination and Submission. Surprisingly, however, and non-stereotypically, her husband had taken to it like a plant to fertilized ground. He’d grown firm roots and a strong standing in the lifestyle within only a few months. Something she was, both thankful for and, at times, shocked at and even uncertain about.
Jack’s voice broke the quiet first, “Go and get the small hairbrush.” His tone seemed slightly gentler, but still held all the determination it had since the beginning of the punishment session. The thought of the small hairbrush sent shivers through Bella’s nerves. It was a black, short hairbrush, with a head no wider than an inch. Because it was made of thick plastic, used in a repetitive, flicking sort of way, it was excruciating. Though the sting only slightly colored her skin and hardly ever left a mark, the pain build-up could become agonizing within moments. Not wanting to aggravate Jack, Bella found the implement and returned quickly.
When she went to hand it to him, he surprised her by saying, “Keep it, I won’t be the one using it tonight.” Confusion rippled across her face.
She wasn’t sure she heard him correctly, “Sir?”
“You heard me, Bella. Now, lay down on your right side on the bed.”
Slightly hesitant, she did what she was told.
“Pull your left leg up and keep your right leg straight.”
Still holding the hairbrush in her hand, she continued to follow his instructions and look at him quizzically.
Jack crossed the room and opened the closet. From there, he retrieved a thin, lexan cane. Rounding the bed, he stood directly in front of Bella’s face, “Listen close. I will not repeat myself.” He paused and waited for her “yes Sir,” “I’m going to give you a command. If you do not follow them perfectly, you will receive five strokes with this cane. Do I make myself clear?”
Bella stared at him seriously, then quietly answered, “Yes, Sir.”
“Good. I sincerely hope I will not have to use it. Don’t disappoint me.” Jack placed the lexan cane on the bed beside her. “Now. You will take the hairbrush in your hand and spank the inside top of your right thigh fifty times. I know that you cannot see, but do your best to aim for the exact same spot every time. Snap your wrist and make each stroke hard. No matter what, do not lessen the strength of the slap. If you must, pause and regain control. Understand?”
The shock of the order coursed through Bella’s insides. He was asking her to spank herself; with him there and perfectly capable of doing it himself. Humiliation blushed her body a deep pink, “I can’t!!” She exclaimed.
“You can, and trust me - you will. Take your pants and panties off.” Jack’s voice was cold and completely inflexible.
Anger and thorough embarrassment caused her to seethe a few seconds before she complied. Once she’d pushed her clothes to her knees, she kicked them roughly off the side of the bed.
“Now your shirt.”
The impulse to throw her blouse at him struck her, but common sense prevailed. Slowly, she dropped her shirt off the side of the bed and resumed her previous position.
Once she’d settled herself and Jack was sure he wasn’t going to have to persuade her to follow his commands, he told her to begin the spanking.
It took every ounce of self control within Bella to use the hairbrush to inflict pain upon her own, sensitive thigh. She reviewed what he’d told her about snapping her wrist and making the spank count before actually landing the first stroke. SMACK! Just as she’d remembered, that little black hairbrush stung like the dickens. Forcing herself past the mental blocks that popped up all over, Bella flicked the brush at her thigh again and again. SMACK! SMACK!
It wasn’t hard to keep the brush aimed at one spot, but the urge to purposely change areas was nearly overwhelming. Somehow, however, she fought it off and continued on. Changing the pace was the only thing he’d hadn’t restricted her control on. But it hardly mattered. The longer she took between swats, the more it seemed to hurt. Yet, the faster she went, the quicker the pain built up to nearly unbearable. Forty eight, forty NINE, fifty!! Bella sighed wearily and dropped her head against the comforter.
“Now, turn over and repeat what you just did on your other thigh.”
“Oh please Jack! I just can’t do it... it hurts so much! Could you please just do it yourself?”
“No. This is about obedience, and self control. I’m not going to repeat myself again - turn over.” A pitiful cry escaped her throat as she began to spank herself again. The second set of fifty was no easier than the first. This time, Bella noticed herself trembling uncontrollably by the time she finished. She breathed heavily into the blankets and closed her eyes in momentary relief. A warm hand began to caress her face.
“I’m proud of you, Bella.” She looked up into his eyes and forced a weak smile. Suddenly, she remembered what this was all about. Pleasing him. Her attitude became immediately repentent again. She recalled how horrible she felt over repeating the same crime for the fourth time in a row. After a minute or so, Jack pulled his hand away and waited for her to look up at him.
“You’re not quite done yet.” He steeled himself again and watched as she grimaced and slowly became remorseful and sorrowful. “Position yourself the same way, but, this time, tilt your body to where you’re able to aim for your sit spot. One hundred spanks to each side - just as before.” Sobs bubbled up inside Bella’s chest and she swallowed hard to prevent them from leaking out.
The first fifty were like the previous two sets of fifty as far as pain. However, by around seventy, it was becoming harder and harder to bring herself to flick her wrist downward. At one point, she nearly stopped completely. A sharp, “Continue!” from Jack pushed her past that edge. One at a time, tears began to dribble from her eyelids. By the time she finished the second hundred, quiet sobs had begun to push from her throat. They were mostly out of having her pride so broken to pieces. It was one thing to be spanked by Jack, it was totally different to be made to spank herself by Jack. Finding the strength to make her brain override its instincts was absolutely exhausting, as well.
Once she’d finished her own spanking, Bella dropped the hairbrush and buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t sure if her punishment was over, but she was sure she couldn't take actually spanking herself anymore. Jack’s soft, loving lips comforted her. He pushed the hair from her face, and pulled her hands down, “You’re almost done, sweet Bella.” Ever so gently, he pushed his arm under her torso and pulled her to him as he sat on the bed. Sitting her in his lap, he held her close for a short while.
Words seemed inappropriate, so after a few minutes, Jack simply laid Bella down over his lap. He made sure her upper and lower body were supported by the soft bed, then pulled her waist against his. He knew she was exhausted from pushing herself so far. Her body still shook slightly from the exertion. Holding his arm securely around her middle, he picked up the lexan cane and began to finish the punishment.
Instead of using the full length of the cane, which wasn’t all that long anyway, Jack held it about midways in order to use it in the position he was in. POP! The first whap of the cane caught Bella completely off guard and she cried out involuntarily. Ready to finish this punishment just as badly as she, Jack brought the cane down quickly. He gave her no time to feel the difference between each stroke. Instead, each streak of fire created a single blaze that covered her entire bottom.
Too exhausted to fight, Bella cried out and clenched her fists throughout the caning. Despite Jack using the cane in such an odd way, it was still doing a perfectly fine job.
Before she’d realized it was really over, Jack was pulling her up into his lap and flooding her face with kisses. The warmth of his touch, and the love of his strong arms, made her cry all the more.
One thing was for sure, there was no way she was going to forget to write in her journal ever again. It didn’t matter if that meant covering the walls in sticky notes reminding herself to do so, she would not forget.
~~~
About me
- rivka
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In Dreams
"And in dreams I am free
falling into what is not;
what will be what is.
It's this intense hatred
for reality twisted
in an obsession of hope
Defy the stagnant
life that speaks only
what can be but wills not.
God's grace,
not my self fear
of what I think
I cannot be."
-rivka
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- Caia's Journey
- RandC Personal Correction
- My Spanko Diary
- Pieces (SarAdora's Blog)
- Susie A's Journal
- Whisperings Of My Soul
- Leah's Blog
- Christian Domestic Discipline
- The Spanked Wife
- Head of House
- Spanking Good Time (Tiggr)
- Bliatz
- Dave and Am
- Domestic Discipline Diary
- Cease Resistance:Spanking Ree Again
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- SarAdora's Spanking Erotica
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