Written By Robert
Jim and I were driving to our summer cottage in Door County Wisconsin when I reached for a pocket folder that I had hastily grabbed on the way out of the house. It was supposedly filled with what I thought were recent bills to be paid. When I looked inside I realized I had the wrong folder. As I looked further I saw that there were photos inside. Jim’s hobby is photography. He has nature photos in every room in the house . As looked I saw pictures of the daughter of our neighbor who was about 18 years old . She was sunbathing in the nude. But as she applied sun tan lotion you could see both of her huge breasts, her buttocks and pubic hair. I was shocked . I told Jim to pull over at the next rest stop. He finally pulled over and stopped. I told him to explain these pictures. His eyes got huge and then he hung his head in shame. I said “ Explain! Now!” He told me he was once checking out our two story high roof and saw that he could see over our neighbor’s 10 foot fence. After much prodding , and many threats and my describing the different versions of the severe blistering he was going to get any ways, he spelled out what he had done. He permanently mounted his electric tripod to our roof , so all he had to do was mount his huge telescopic -lens camera to it and with a hand held remote he could control the tripod, camera and the zoom lens and take hundreds of pictures from inside the house and no one was the wiser. I looked at other pictures and saw there were nude pictures of the girls mother Felicia who is even more sexy than her daughter. We were riding through Algoma about an hour from our destination.. He confessed that there were four years worth, literally thousands of pictures hidden in the garage. He tried to mollify my anger by revealing that Felicia was having an affair with her tennis instructor and he had pictures in the garage to prove it . I told him I don’t want to see them . We’ll burned them together after I striped his bottom many different times during many Punishment Spankings in the next two weeks. He knows there will be no sex for him after each P.S.
I explained to him that he had broken the law. He could go to prison for child pornography possibly black mail. I’m not a lawyer but I’m sure he could be prosecuted for committing other felonies as well. I was looking forward to 2 weeks of enjoying the beach ,and swimming in Lake Michigan, shopping ,tennis ,and golf. I’ll try to do all those things with Mary my DWC friend. She also has a 2nd home in door county .But I told Jim he is going to get a P.S. every day for the next two weeks plus many detentions. The next two weeks will be a vacation for me and pure hell for him He told me he was sorry. I laughed in indignation , I’m going to bring a new meaning to the word “blistering” I didn’t say a word to him for the next hour as we drove alone. I suddenly broke down and started to cry aloud. How could my loveable gentle giant Jim lead a double life like he has for the last 4 years? I shouted to him:”I want a divorce! You have broken my heart! Who are you ? You are not the man I married !”. He told me that he doesn’t want to lose me and that he will do whatever it takes to keep me. I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t bring myself to talked to him. I didn’t want him in my sight.
When we arrived, I ran out of the car and went into my bathroom and bawled out loud for at least a ½ hour . During which time I could hear him bringing in the luggage . A few minutes later I heard a very gentle knock on the bathroom door.
I opened the door and saw Jim completely nude kneeling at the threshold of the door..I skirted around him and went into the master bed room where I could see all my spanking implements laid out on the bed. I thought to myself, that divorcing him would be letting him off easy . I then had him lay his 6’3” frame on his stomach with his head hanging over the foot of the bed.I decided to let him stew for a while . I told him don’t move. I then left him and went to the refrigerator and opened a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio Santa Margherita. I sat down and slowly drank for almost an hour. I finished the whole bottle . I went into the room and took my usual P.S. position. I straddled his head with both my thighs. With my ballet, horse back riding muscles I squeezed hard to hold him in place. I only do this for very severe punishments . I announce loudly “ Jim , There Will Be Blood “ I reached for my 18”long ¼ thick, 3” wide “ strap with a wooden handle. Usually I give him a warm up with a hairbrush but today and for the next two weeks his punishment spankings will be worst than hell for him. I raised the strap way above my head and brought it down at full spead. This left a 14” long red stripe from his middle left cheek to his thigh almost to behind the knee. He screams with pain. I took my time making sure both cheeks were well marked. He was pleading and blubbering and I was like deaf to his squeals. I carefully placed each stroke over-lapping a previous stroke. After 30 strokes he was squirming and shrieking too much so I retrieved 4 of his old ties and bound all his limbs to the 4 posts. He was yelping so loud and I didn’t want our summer neighbors to hear him for the rest of this very long spanking. Soo I found his rolled up white socks and shoved them into his mouth. I then proceeded to slowly give him another sixty strokes . It was impossible not to over lap each stroke .His bottom and thighs were already a reddish purple. From a standing position straddling his head I can really generate “strap speed” as in club speed in golf. Especially when I used two handed down swings which I did on the last 30 strokes. I definitely broke his skin and he was bleeding in at least six places including behind his thighs. I then said to him” I was right! There is plenty of blood “ Time for an hour of detention ! He was talking gibberish. He was in such pain he couldn’t control his tongue . I placed the lid of a shoe box filled with uncooked pinto beans in the corner of our bed room . He ‘s had this punishment many times and he automatically kneels on the hard beans causing constant pain on each knee. I automatically handcuff his hands behind his back so he can’t lean against the wall to ease the pain . I have him well trained for detention. Much to his credit, while I was crying in the bathroom ,he set up his video camera so that I could monitor him LIVE from any room in our home using my lap top or my cell phone. We have speakers set up so I can talk to him and maybe increase his detention time if I so please. So I put on my sexiest bathing suit revealing my overflowing breasts showing him what he’ll dearly miss for the next two or more weeks . I then grabbed a basket type bottle of imported Chianti from Tuscany and headed to the beach. I chatted with our neighbors on the beach and explained when asked about the screaming earlier- that it was my idiot husband watching a ball game on his precious giant screen TV. I then drank several glasses of Chianti. Using my lap top I warned Jim not to cheat on his detention or I’ll make it two hours. He was crying and managed to babble “Yeth th ma’am” It was a moot point . I drank so much I fell asleep for two hours on the beach. Luckily it was late in the day so I avoided a sun burn. So poor Jim was in constant pain for over two hours. He knows I can check any time to see if he cheated just by rewinding and replaying the two hour sequence. He has learned to take his medicine . God help him ! The next few weeks were going to be his worst nightmare.
After two hours in that painful position I saw that Jim had not moved. He knows that I am a strict disciplinarian. He must follow my instructions to the letter. He was making weeping sounds. I almost felt sorry for him but then I realized how much he had hurt our marriage . I asked declaratively what he would do if I did something similarly stupid ? After I scolded him I finally opened his hand cuffs. He limped to the bathroom after asking permission to use it. Afterwards I marched him to the spare bedroom which has only a cot in it. A bottle of water with 4 slices of bread are waiting on a tray on an old high boy dresser. That’s his supper. An old ceramic chamber pot is also there for his use. I locked him in . There are no books or TV in the room. He stayed there til the next morning when I unlocked the door.
I announced that I moved the tripod with the video camera so that I could monitor him from the restaurant. I met Mary and her husband for dinner. He looked red faced and very contrite. Later in the ladies room she told me that she had given him 24 hard strokes with cane because he was rude to her. No wonder he was fidgeting during dinner. She said she is going give him 24 with the oak paddle for a bedtime blistering because he complained too much during the caning. Back at the table she handed me a cat of nine tails and said: “This will make any brute dance. Right honey ?” to Joe her husband. Joe stuttered “Yeh, Yes ma’am”
The next morning I awoke with a severe hangover. I took a shower and purposely made a mess in the bathroom. I served bread and water for breakfast to Jim. I told him to scrub the bathroom with a tiny hand brush. That would take about 2 hours. I made myself a bloody marry . On my way out I said when you are done I want you in the same position with the cat o’9 in your mouth. His bottom was already raw , he gave me a frightful look. I went out to sun myself. He usually does a superb job because I make him use his tongue to lick the floor afterwards so I know it’s really clean.
Two hours later I came back and looked in the bed, there he was on his stomach his head hanging over the foot of the bed with the cat in his mouth. His butt was a scabby mess. I decided to let him pickle while I made coffee and made myself a breakfast hot pocket.
I came to him a hour later and roughly took the cat out of his mouth. I turned on the radio to
some loud music. I could not whip his butt because it was a black and blue, blistered and a bloody mess. I warned him not to move and I brought the cat down on his back. I gave him 20 wicked strokes. I told him to roll over again and again I straddled him on his face . He is always turned on by my scent but I quickly gave him strokes to his chest and his attempted screams were muffled by what Jim calls “heaven”. I told him I was going to give him another 20 on his front thighs. I gave him an extra five because he moved. I said I am taking the car and going shopping with Mary. Her hubby will be cleaning the bathroom. Your entire body is marked front and back. You can go on the beach if you want but how are you going to hide the marks?