Why does it always have to be like this. It's his answer to everything. There's no place for pent up anger in this marriage. Nope, we live by his motto, "Make a mistake, get spanked". Actually the word `spanking' doesn't quite cover it anymore. Not since he got the riding crop and the tawse. At one time it was a simple bare bottom spanking. Over the lap and firm hand applied as necessary. Then he incorporated the hairbrush to make a more lasting impression. That lasted for a few months until he decided even stronger measures were required. Needless to say, I didn't agree but there was no stopping him. He was so proud of the good deal he got by buying the whole package. Crop, tawse, leather cuffs, a ball gag and a blindfold. Now a rope runs from the cuffs to the far end of the sofa. After all, we wouldn't want any flailing arms or hands to get in the way now, would we. And to inhibit any involuntary or otherwise effort to roll off the couch and avoid even one of the well deserved blows more ropes keep ankles firmly attached to the base of the couch at the business end.

The bottom line is no matter how much it hurts, the lines on the bottom will be applied and there will be many of them along with a few unfocused splotches of red. The gag keeps the neighbors from calling the police and the blindfold has a dual purpose. It not only prevents knowing exactly where and when the whipping implement will land but keeps him from being moved by the pleading look in the my eyes and calling a halt to the punishment before it is completely administered.

So here we are again. About to be tied to the couch with a bare bottom ready to say hello to Mr. Riding Crop. Today's heinous crime is spending a little over the credit card budget. I tried arguing with him. We're far from destitute and can easily afford a little extra on the bill. What's the big deal? I had no luck. He insisted that since we had agreed to follow a strict limit on spending so we could afford a really great vacation this summer we have to maintain our self-discipline. And when that fails, external discipline is necessary. If he wouldn't budge on the need for punishment maybe I could bargain for a lighter sentence. After all, it was only a few hundred dollars over our limit and I reminded him of how much fun we used to have after the hand spankings. They got us both pretty hot and bothered and always led to both of us naked and rolling on the floor to renew the consummation of our marriage. And even though the hairbrush hurt more the results on the floor afterwards the same.

I could see he was tempted but he felt that the full treatment was the only course of action. Even minor deviations from our plan must be dealt with sternly and without thought to the pleasures that might accompany lesser forms of chastisement. He liked the idea of sex afterwards but the `full treatment' meant being bound over the arm of the sofa during and for 30 minutes after the punishment. However, he promised to do what he could to get my juices flowing again and we would make love in our bed later that night for as long as I wanted.

At least that was some consolation but it didn't make up for the pain I was going to feel. The discussion was over and it was time to do what we had to do. Why do I go along with this? Because I love him and that's stronger than any amount of hurt. We get out the things we needed and shared a hug. There was no doubt how we felt about each other but I truly hated these punishment sessions. I looked at the crop and the tawse. He decided that the appropriate level of punishment called for both of them to be applied vigorously. The cuffs, ropes and gag would be given a true test. I took a deep breath and sighed. We could not delay any longer.

I gave him a kiss and said, "I really don't mind that you bought those golf clubs. But if you insist, get undressed, put the cuffs on and get over the couch."

So here we are and as I said, I hate these sessions where I have to hurt him but it's something he needs. A minute later I've tied the ropes and picked up the crop. It is time for me to put my feelings aside and show how much I love him.

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