My husband, Steven, has asked me to help him quit smoking. Each morning I count the amount of cigarettes he has and put them on a dry erase board we keep in the kitchen. I count his cigarettes again before we go to bed. He receives ten swats per cigarette smoked and that number is doubled if he smoked more than the day before for twenty swats per cigarette. We discussed and agreed on this program together.

Today, when I got home, I caught Steven in the kitchen changing the number of cigarettes he had in the morning. He gave me some lame excuse as to what he was doing, which disappointed me almost as much as catching him cheating on the number of cigarettes he'd smoked.

He completely erased the number on the board, so I have no idea how many he really smoked. I will treat it as though he smoked the entire pack. Twenty cigarettes times ten is two hundred swats and he definitely smoked more than the day before so I double that to four hundred swats with the strap.

I have Steven turn around and he bends over the kitchen sink where I begin smacking him with my hand. I walk over and get the strap and discuss how many swats he'll be getting. I lower his pants and begin with twenty swats but Steven didn't count them. I tell him to keep track mentally or we'll have to start over. We begin again with twenty and proceed from there.

Steven has left his cigarettes on the counter so I decide to light one up and blow the smoke in his face. He craves these so badly, he may as well have an extra dose of his own medicine. I tease and taunt him a bit, offering him a drag here and there but he refuses saying he knows I will beat him even worse if he takes one. That is the first thing he's been right about today. Maybe he is beginning to learn his lesson after all.

When we get into the three hundreds, I decide to switch it up for twenty swats with two different wooden spoons, which he doesn't seem to care for. I find the spoons to be ineffective and return to strapping him. All in all, he receives 400 swats with the strap on his bare bottom. I don't think he'll be smoking anymore cigarettes today, nor will he be sitting on anything hard.

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My husband, Steven, has asked me to help him quit smoking. Each morning I count the amount of cigarettes he has and put them on a dry erase board we keep in the kitchen. I count his cigarettes again before we go to bed. He receives ten swats per cigarette smoked and that number is doubled if he smoked more than the day before for twenty swats per cigarette. We discussed and agreed on this program together.

Today, when I got home, I caught Steven in the kitchen changing the number of cigarettes he had in the morning. He gave me some lame excuse as to what he was doing, which disappointed me almost as much as catching him cheating on the number of cigarettes he'd smoked.

He completely erased the number on the board, so I have no idea how many he really smoked. I will treat it as though he smoked the entire pack. Twenty cigarettes times ten is two hundred swats and he definitely smoked more than the day before so I double that to four hundred swats with the strap.

I have Steven turn around and he bends over the kitchen sink where I begin smacking him with my hand. I walk over and get the strap and discuss how many swats he'll be getting. I lower his pants and begin with twenty swats but Steven didn't count them. I tell him to keep track mentally or we'll have to start over. We begin again with twenty and proceed from there.

Steven has left his cigarettes on the counter so I decide to light one up and blow the smoke in his face. He craves these so badly, he may as well have an extra dose of his own medicine. I tease and taunt him a bit, offering him a drag here and there but he refuses saying he knows I will beat him even worse if he takes one. That is the first thing he's been right about today. Maybe he is beginning to learn his lesson after all.

When we get into the three hundreds, I decide to switch it up for twenty swats with two different wooden spoons, which he doesn't seem to care for. I find the spoons to be ineffective and return to strapping him. All in all, he receives 400 swats with the strap on his bare bottom. I don't think he'll be smoking anymore cigarettes today, nor will he be sitting on anything hard.

My husband, Steven, has asked me to help him quit smoking. Each morning I count the amount of cigarettes he has and put them on a dry erase board we keep in the kitchen. I count his cigarettes again before we go to bed. He receives ten swats per cigarette smoked and that number is doubled if he smoked more than the day before for twenty swats per cigarette. We discussed and agreed on this program together.

Today, when I got home, I caught Steven in the kitchen changing the number of cigarettes he had in the morning. He gave me some lame excuse as to what he was doing, which disappointed me almost as much as catching him cheating on the number of cigarettes he'd smoked.

He completely erased the number on the board, so I have no idea how many he really smoked. I will treat it as though he smoked the entire pack. Twenty cigarettes times ten is two hundred swats and he definitely smoked more than the day before so I double that to four hundred swats with the strap.

I have Steven turn around and he bends over the kitchen sink where I begin smacking him with my hand. I walk over and get the strap and discuss how many swats he'll be getting. I lower his pants and begin with twenty swats but Steven didn't count them. I tell him to keep track mentally or we'll have to start over. We begin again with twenty and proceed from there.

Steven has left his cigarettes on the counter so I decide to light one up and blow the smoke in his face. He craves these so badly, he may as well have an extra dose of his own medicine. I tease and taunt him a bit, offering him a drag here and there but he refuses saying he knows I will beat him even worse if he takes one. That is the first thing he's been right about today. Maybe he is beginning to learn his lesson after all.

When we get into the three hundreds, I decide to switch it up for twenty swats with two different wooden spoons, which he doesn't seem to care for. I find the spoons to be ineffective and return to strapping him. All in all, he receives 400 swats with the strap on his bare bottom. I don't think he'll be smoking anymore cigarettes today, nor will he be sitting on anything hard.

Steven has had a bad attitude lately and mopes around the house with a nasty demeanor. I spanked him yesterday and he said it got through to him but here we are again, today. I want him to clearly understand that I mean business. I chained him down to the massage table because he doesn't deserve to be over my lap. I want this to be different from our typical punishment spankings.

I have set out several paddles, one of which is a very heavy, weighted paddle that goes deep into the muscles and will leave a lasting impression for days. I spank him multiple times with each and every paddle until his bottom is blistered, red and raw. His cries fall on deaf ears. I will not stop until I am certain that he has learned his lesson. When I decide he's had enough, I leave him chained to the table to lie there and think about his behavior, his punishment and of course his sore, spanked, red and raw bottom.

Steven has had a bad attitude lately and mopes around the house with a nasty demeanor. I spanked him yesterday and he said it got through to him but here we are again, today. I want him to clearly understand that I mean business. I chained him down to the massage table because he doesn't deserve to be over my lap. I want this to be different from our typical punishment spankings.

I have set out several paddles, one of which is a very heavy, weighted paddle that goes deep into the muscles and will leave a lasting impression for days. I spank him multiple times with each and every paddle until his bottom is blistered, red and raw. His cries fall on deaf ears. I will not stop until I am certain that he has learned his lesson. When I decide he's had enough, I leave him chained to the table to lie there and think about his behavior, his punishment and of course his sore, spanked, red and raw bottom.

Steven has had a bad attitude lately and mopes around the house with a nasty demeanor. I spanked him yesterday and he said it got through to him but here we are again, today. I want him to clearly understand that I mean business. I chained him down to the massage table because he doesn't deserve to be over my lap. I want this to be different from our typical punishment spankings.

I have set out several paddles, one of which is a very heavy, weighted paddle that goes deep into the muscles and will leave a lasting impression for days. I spank him multiple times with each and every paddle until his bottom is blistered, red and raw. His cries fall on deaf ears. I will not stop until I am certain that he has learned his lesson. When I decide he's had enough, I leave him chained to the table to lie there and think about his behavior, his punishment and of course his sore, spanked, red and raw bottom.

I've asked my husband to pick up a few things for me at the store after work and he did, but he forgot the most important thing. I'm not feeling well and he forgets to grab the items I've asked for frequently. While I was home from work today, I watched a riveting documentary on women who are the head of household. The documentary explained that in these homes, women punish their husbands when they don't do as they've been asked. We haven't discussed this change in our home, yet, but I'm going to show him what's in store for him from now on.

Instead of being apologetic, Steven has an attitude with me. He tells me I should go back to the store and get what I want myself. I'm already in a foul mood and this doesn't help the matter. I tell him to come closer and I begin unbuttoning his pants. He asks what I'm doing and I tell him I'm going to spank him. I tell him about the show I watched earlier and he can't believe what he's hearing. So, I give him a good, hard. sound spanking over my knee until his bottom is aching and has a lovely red glow. I'm sure he'll be more aware of getting all of the items on my list from here on out.

I've asked my husband to pick up a few things for me at the store after work and he did, but he forgot the most important thing. I'm not feeling well and he forgets to grab the items I've asked for frequently. While I was home from work today, I watched a riveting documentary on women who are the head of household. The documentary explained that in these homes, women punish their husbands when they don't do as they've been asked. We haven't discussed this change in our home, yet, but I'm going to show him what's in store for him from now on.

Instead of being apologetic, Steven has an attitude with me. He tells me I should go back to the store and get what I want myself. I'm already in a foul mood and this doesn't help the matter. I tell him to come closer and I begin unbuttoning his pants. He asks what I'm doing and I tell him I'm going to spank him. I tell him about the show I watched earlier and he can't believe what he's hearing. So, I give him a good, hard. sound spanking over my knee until his bottom is aching and has a lovely red glow. I'm sure he'll be more aware of getting all of the items on my list from here on out.

I've asked my husband to pick up a few things for me at the store after work and he did, but he forgot the most important thing. I'm not feeling well and he forgets to grab the items I've asked for frequently. While I was home from work today, I watched a riveting documentary on women who are the head of household. The documentary explained that in these homes, women punish their husbands when they don't do as they've been asked. We haven't discussed this change in our home, yet, but I'm going to show him what's in store for him from now on.

Instead of being apologetic, Steven has an attitude with me. He tells me I should go back to the store and get what I want myself. I'm already in a foul mood and this doesn't help the matter. I tell him to come closer and I begin unbuttoning his pants. He asks what I'm doing and I tell him I'm going to spank him. I tell him about the show I watched earlier and he can't believe what he's hearing. So, I give him a good, hard. sound spanking over my knee until his bottom is aching and has a lovely red glow. I'm sure he'll be more aware of getting all of the items on my list from here on out.

My husband Steven is a stay at home husband. He's supposed to care for the house and get the chores done while I'm at work. Lately, he hasn't been doing much around the house. For instance, he was supposed to cook dinner this evening and he didn't. He said he thought it'd be easier to go out to dinner and I'm sure it would, for him. I'm tired after a long day at work and was looking forward to a nice, quiet evening in.

When I ask him what he's done with his day, after some prodding, he tells me he went to play golf with some friends. Now, I don't mind if he plays golf when he's finished doing the things he needs to do around the house but he wasn't and I am not a happy wife. I tell Steven to go into the kitchen and bring me the wooden spoon he should have cooked dinner with. When he returns, I unbutton his pants, lower them and his underwear and tell him to get across my lap.

He seems to have an attitude and is telling me he had a tee time, which is just making me more and more angry! I spank him with my hand and alternate between that and the wooden spoon. It just doesn't seem effective so I tell him to go into the kitchen and bring me a better spoon. I have him stand with his hands on the wall and I spank him with the spoon until he's good and welted. That made me feel a little better but I think he deserves more, so I finish him off with my wooden paddle.

My husband Steven is a stay at home husband. He's supposed to care for the house and get the chores done while I'm at work. Lately, he hasn't been doing much around the house. For instance, he was supposed to cook dinner this evening and he didn't. He said he thought it'd be easier to go out to dinner and I'm sure it would, for him. I'm tired after a long day at work and was looking forward to a nice, quiet evening in.

When I ask him what he's done with his day, after some prodding, he tells me he went to play golf with some friends. Now, I don't mind if he plays golf when he's finished doing the things he needs to do around the house but he wasn't and I am not a happy wife. I tell Steven to go into the kitchen and bring me the wooden spoon he should have cooked dinner with. When he returns, I unbutton his pants, lower them and his underwear and tell him to get across my lap.

He seems to have an attitude and is telling me he had a tee time, which is just making me more and more angry! I spank him with my hand and alternate between that and the wooden spoon. It just doesn't seem effective so I tell him to go into the kitchen and bring me a better spoon. I have him stand with his hands on the wall and I spank him with the spoon until he's good and welted. That made me feel a little better but I think he deserves more, so I finish him off with my wooden paddle.

My husband Steven has been slacking around the house. He told me he'd go to the grocery store-didn't, he's supposed to cook dinner and hasn't in weeks, the lawn needs to be mowed and more importantly, he was supposed to do the laundry, which included washing a blouse I wanted to wear to a meeting today. I'm running around the house looking for this blouse and can't find it anywhere. When I ask him, he said he can't keep track of every piece of clothing I own.

When I press him with what he's been doing with all of his time he doesn't seem to know. I bend over to pick up a pile of laundry he was supposed to wash yesterday and out falls the blouse! Enough is enough. I spank him with my hand until his bottom is red and he's squirming but he doesn't seem to be sorry yet. He argues, makes snide comments so, I grab the hairbrush, conveniently laying on my nightstand.

The hairbrush doesn't seem to make him apologetic either so I grab a long handled, wooden paddle. He's thrashing around and cursing, but still no apology. I try a different hairbrush on him and he's really red, bruised and beginning to ooze a little. When all is said and done, he does apologize but it never sounds sincere. I guess I'll just have to keep after him until he begins to show me some respect. Watch.