El Diablo
( This strap is
available from the
disciplinary wives club and is roughly similar to the one mentioned in this
story . )
Our relationship started as a spanking one , moved to a sexual one and resulted in marriage ten years ago . I spanked her first for being a little too playful , verging on bratting . She liked my spankings and this pattern has continued .
After our marriage , she became interested in doing some of the spanking and I obliged her . By this time our spanking collection had grown to a hairbrush , a bath brush , a Jokari paddle , two leather paddles and two canes , all of which resided at the back of our walk in wardrobe . At first I was not so keen on being spanked , but soon grew used to it . Why do all the work and spanking was acting as a safety valve in other areas of the relationship .
At eighteen months , I did start to behave rather badly , staying out later and later for Friday night drinks at work . At first she lectured , then took to bending me over the back of the lounge while she used my belt on my bare backside . At two years she realised that belting me wasn't really working , and so Diablo came into our lives .
One Friday night I was later than usual and had not rung ( well I did , but it was at 10 ) . She went down from our apartment ( steaming ) , walked two blocks to an Adult shop and asked for " Something to blister the sob's butt with . "
I walked in at 11 and by 11:05 , I was over the lounge . This time she did not follow the usual procedure of pulling my belt through the loops and having a few practice swings . Instead there were a few taps and a cracking noise immediately followed by a fire right across both cheeks , I shot forward yelling " Christ " , to which she calmly replied " He's not going to help you , Dear , now put your feet back onto the floor " .
She placed her hand on the small of my back as she systematically thrashed me at least thirty times , at the end I could hardly walk and was looking through a river of tears . I stumbled to the bedroom and had a shower . She brought in toasted cheese sandwiches , which were eaten standing up . I lay face down on the bed and she pulled my pyjamas down to apply first aid , I was still promising to never late again ( well I would ring BEFORE , in the future ) .
The next day I inspected the fiendish implement which had left welts across my backside . I said it was the Devil's design as my bottom cheeks twitched at it's sight . She said " Fine , let's call it Diablo " . Since that first use , it has never been used twice for the same reason and , in that sense , was a good investment .
Now , I still do most of the spanking , we have come to a comfortable arrangement and Diablo stays in the wardrobe ( mostly ) .
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