Because You Asked for It - Chapter 13 (Patreon)

Chapter 13. Jordan

I once got a phone call in the middle of the day from someone who didn’t call me in the middle of the day. He called to tell me someone had died. From that day forward, if he called before 6pm, I got nervous as soon as I saw his name on my phone. Kate doesn’t call me during the day.

“Are you okay,” she asked me.

“Uh, yeah.”

“Wendy just called me.” SHIT! I’d totally forgotten I had a solo appointment with her. “Why aren’t you there?”

“Uh, ya know, honey, I guess I just forgot. I’m sorry she interrupted you. She should have called me.” I was hoping by apologizing and maybe changing the subject she’d be less upset.

“She doesn’t have your number. She says she has an opening at 3 if you leave right now.”

“Okay. I’ll go right now.”

“I’m going to be home at six. Be showered and waiting for me.” Needless to say my workout wasn’t so fun as I wondered what Kate had in store for me. I sat quietly on the sofa after my shower, listening for the sound of the garage door. When I heard it, I turned off the TV.

“Jordan,” Kate called as she shut the door. She didn’t shout, so that was something. But then, I didn’t really expect her to. Shouting and yelling isn’t Jordan. Her voice may get a little forceful at time, but she doesn’t raise it. Frankly, I wouldn’t have married her if she did. I grew up in a house with a mom who shouted, and it never failed to upset me.

“How was your day,” I asked.

“Later for that. Follow me.” She put her purse on the counter, and I followed her to the bedroom. “Here,” she said, pointing to the small space between her dresser and the corner. “This is your naughty spot. You’re going to stand in it while I change and clean up. You are not to turn around until I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes.” She stepped aside, and I took my place in the corner. When I agreed to Kate’s request for a domestic discipline relationship, I did it knowing that a spanking is a sexual act, and therefore it’s something that adults do. I didn’t think much at all about the other punishment she mentioned might happened. It was spanking I feared. But now here I was with my nose in the corner, a punishment that isn’t really adult at all. I don’t think I’d had a timeout since I was under ten. I felt ridiculous and incredibly bored, and a knot formed in my stomach as I thought about what might be next. All told, I was there about ten minutes and as soon as it was up, I wished it wasn’t.

“You can come out.” I turned around. “Come sit down.” She patted the bed next to her as she took a seat.

“I’m sorry,” I tried to say before she cut me off.

“In a little bit I’ll accept your apology. First, though, we need to have a little talk.” She looked at me, and then I realized she was waiting for me to acknowledge it. I nodded. She began, “I believe you when you said you just forgot. It’s a new routine all around, and people forget. I’m not asking much. You have ten hours a day free that you didn’t have a few months ago, and I didn’t ask you to fill all of it, and you agreed to it. Those sessions are expensive, and I paid for two of them today because you missed one. I did that instead of just having you miss one because I set up those sessions because it’s important for us to take better care of ourselves than we have. It only goes downhill from here. Understand all that?”

“Yes. Sorr…”

“Not yet. You understand that’s because I love you?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. So you’re going to be punished.”

I couldn’t help interrupting. “Do I …” She looked cross, but I kept going. “Do you have to spank me, though? I promise I won’t forget again. Really.” So apparently I was more scared of a spanking than sounding like a little boy trying to get out of a spanking.

“Yes, I do have to spank you, Jordy. It’s partly a punishment, but it’s also a reminder so the next time you have an appointment with Wendy you’ll remember how your spanking felt and then you’ll remember the appointment.” She let that sink in while I looked at my feet until she gently took her finger, put it under my chin, and guided my gaze back to her. “I’ve decided that I don’t want to use our bedroom for punishment. I want this to be where we make love. Punishment can happen in other rooms. Stand up, please. Is your diaper wet?”

“Yes,” I groaned in humiliation. I didn’t mind telling her. I did mind telling her before a spanking. She stood up, and to my complete surprise she put her hand on my butt.

“Dry enough back here. C’mon.” She took my hand, and I realized she was leading me to the kitchen. I didn’t want to be spanked at all, but the kitchen! I didn’t get spanked in the kitchen when I was a kid!

“Stop dragging your feet, Jordy. That won’t help.” I hadn’t realized I was. She let go of my hand when we got to the kitchen, then walked across to the counter, opened the utensil drawer, and took out a wooden spoon. I didn’t think that would be so bad. It was very light. With a tilt of her head, she indicated the kitchen table on the other side of the counter. I went and stood next to it as she walked behind me. I stopped, and she stepped around me, turned a kitchen chair into the room, and sat down.

Figuring she’d go easier on me if I cooperated, I put my hand on my waistband. “Uh uh,” she said, “I’ll do that.” She pulled my shorts down for me, leaving me in just my diaper and t-shirt. Being face to face with my diaper seemed to make her pause. She made a face; I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. She reached out, and I instinctively backed away. She caught my hand and gave me a dirty look. Then she reached out and touched the front of my diaper, and reached around and touched the back.

Kate had touched my diapers at that point on few enough occasions to be able to count them and still have toes left over for more. I hadn’t seen that coming at all. I knew that; I’d just told her. I was just a little wet in the front.

“You’re not that wet,” she said. She seemed to think for a moment. “C’mon,” she said at last, “Over my knee.” I swallowed, and she held my hand as I tried to lower myself over her legs. I felt like a triangle, feet hold me up at one end and hands at the other, with my pelvis over her lap. At least she wasn’t taking my diaper down.

“Hold still.” I closed my eyes anticipating the first spank. Instead of feeling her hand on my butt, I felt it slip under me, search around, and then a tug as she pulled a tape loose. Then she reached over me and did the same. Suddenly there was cool air on my butt as she pulled my diaper back.

“All the way down now,” Kate said. “C’mon. You won’t hurt me.” My mouth was so dry. I’ thought my first spanking was embarrassing. That felt like a trial balloon compared to this. I bent my knees and let my pelvis come to rest on her lap, with my butt perched over over her right leg.

“Remember: I’m doing this because I love you.” And then she started spanking me with her hand. I gritted my teeth as he hand spanked me everywhere seemingly at random and so quickly I could hardly distinguish between individual spanks. I clamped my eyes shut, trying to focus on supporting my weight with my arms, which were starting to tremble, and as her hand got heavier.

She slowed down and became more methodical, heavy, hard hitting spanks turning my butt who knew what shade of red as she worked her way from top to sit spot, each spank overlapping with the rest. I didn’t even try to count. She certainly wasn’t. We were well past 100. I started to grunt with each spank. I tried not to, tried to take it quietly, but my “umph” and “ugh” just slipped out each time.

She paused, and I opened my eyes and took a few rapid but deep breath. I kept my eye on my hands, my arms feeling like noodles as I heard the spoon scrape the wood of the table as she picked it up. Staying quiet wasn’t a consideration. I just didn’t want her to spank me with that thing! Not spanked me more at all! “No,” I pleaded, “I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll go to the sessions. I won’t forget! I promise! Ahh! Ahh! Ugh! Kate! UGH!”

She didn’t even acknowledge my pleading. And how wrong had I been about that spoon. That little piece of wood packed a bit, a sharp sting and Kate added to with harder and harder swing, flicking her wrist downward and snapping that spoon against my bottom. My arms gave out, and I let myself slump forward. My grunts were one continuous sound now, and I realized belatedly that I was holding in a sob. She smacked at my sit spots repeatedly and landed a rapid five on the back of each thigh, and then it all stopped.

My brow was sweaty, my breathing was shaky, there was a lump in my throat, and I felt like my sinuses were full. I laid across my wife’s knees trying to just calm myself down. I jumped at the touch of her hand on my butt, softly touching it, lightly rubbing it. I could feel the heat radiating off of me to her hand and back. My butt was a stinging throb.

“You can get up now, Jordy,” Kate told me. With her help, I stood up, and my hands immediately went to my butt. It felt tight, and I realized that was because it was swollen. My butt was actually swollen! I looked at Kate with both hand on my bottom, and I must’ve looked shocked or wounded because she opened her arms and hugged me, rubbing my back and whispering, “It’s all over.”

She stepped back, and her hand came to my face, and with her thumb she wiped my cheek. A tear, I realized. That was more embarrassing than being spanked, more embarrassing than the wet diaper that was hanging open around my hips by just one set of tapes. I wanted to pull it up at least, but I figured that would hurt. I felt like I had to finally say something.

“I’m sorry,” is what I said, my voice sounding soft.

Kate smiled at me. “You done being naughty?”

“Mhmm. I won’t miss another session.”

“Then I accept your apology.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Why don’t you wash your face, change your diaper, and then we’ll make dinner together. Sounds good.”

“Mhmm.” 

She knelt down. “Step out.” I stepped out of my shorts, and she handed them to me. “Don’t be too long.”

I waddled to the bathroom, and once there got a look at my butt in the mirror. It wasn’t crimson, but it was definitely a hot, angry red, and it was covered in dozens of ellipsoids, the shape of the convex part of that nasty spoon that I would never be able to cook with again without thinking about how it felt to be on the business end of it. The skin of my butt felt rough, and it felt like it was getting tighter, still swelling a little.

I felt stupid, is how I felt in that moment as I stripped off that diaper and got another on me. I felt a little sorry for myself, but just a little. Kate was very affectionate and gentle with me for the right of the evening.

I now count that as my first real spanking from her.