Helping Around the House

Steve likes to tease that Ember is the big sister who does the chores around the house and I’m the baby who has dinner cooked for her every night.

On a particular Sunday Steve told Ember not to do the dishes. To save them for me to do. 

Upon arrival at Steve’s he informed me that we were going to be doing a fun little group activity. Which was not true because two people is not a group activity. I decided to bite my tongue on voicing that opinion. He told me that after dinner we were going to do all the dishes together. 

I whined a bit and made a comment about how Ember always does them. 

“Yes but she shouldn’t have to. You can start pulling your weight around the house young lady” 

After dinner the rubber gloves came out. Before we started he informed me that I was going to get a spanking afterwards to help drive this lesson home. And depending on how good a job I did would reflect how hard it would be. 

He took the first shift washing while I dried. I was continuously asking where different things went which further proved his point that I should at least know where all the dishes in the kitchen go. 

It was my turn to finish up washing the dishes. I hate washing other peoples dishes. Touching wet food grossed me out so I might have been a little dramatic. 

Eventually we finished up the dishes and he told me to go to the bedroom and get the chair ready. 

I knew which chair he was talking about. The chair that always sits in the corner that is reserved for over the knee spankings. 

He sat down and had me come to his side. He began lecturing me about the importance of having responsibilities. That from now on I was going to always clean up after daddy makes dinner. He informed me that if I wanted to play with big girl toys like the hitachi that I would need to start acting like one. I told him that I understood. 

“I know you do sweetie, but I need to make sure you really understand”

He pulled me over his knee and began spanking me. I had already been spanked the past two days in a row so I was very tender. I squirmed and squealed as he administered hit after hit. 

These kind of spankings are different. I’m not being punished for anything so I don’t have the mentality of remorse, feeling that my circumstance is unfair or feelings that I had earned it. Instead I’m being trained. It’s helping me to learn a lesson. To be better. And spankings are the only way I will remember. 

He makes me stand in the corner in just my blouse with my hands on my head. He wants me to reflect and think about my new responsibilities. 

When he comes back he praises me for how well I took the first part of my spanking. Hearing the phrase “first part” makes me crumble and I see what’s in his back pocket. 

“Please don’t use the paddle, daddy”

“I know sweetie. This is going to hurt. But it will also help instill this lesson.”

He led me to the bed and up over his lap. We were positioned right in front of the mirror. So I could see myself being spanked. I could see myself clutching onto the bed for life. See my tears begin to stain the sheets. See my legs kick. 

It instilled the humiliation that I’m a grown woman who is spanked by her partner when necessary. The fact that it’s ever necessary in the first place is embarrassing. This is my life. I will always be spanked when need be. The same as a young child. To be belittled and cared for by my partners. To accept what they think best for me.  

And as usual. I’m always completely soaked by the end of it. Unable to control my body the same way I have no control over how I’m taken care of and disciplined.