Week Sixteen - The Return

I returned home from my away job in far from perfect condition. Last day drinks had taken their toll quite decidedly and I was back and forth to the bathroom on my return flight home. I still dressed as sluttily as I dared in short shorts, heels and what was basically a see thru top (with bra underneath) but I certainly wasn't in any condition to match my behaviour to my outfit.

Poor, poor A. He obviously had something wickedly naughty planned for me for my return. He did not speak a word to me but handed me the most beautifully written instruction card, the first instruction was that I was not to speak, which I had to fail immediately so that I could request to be taken directly to a doctor. All plans for naughtiness failed after that point, and off I went to get my drugs and my needle to stop the dry retching. Never drinking again, I was promising myself the entire time.

So my silly drinking cheated me out of what looked to be a most appealing welcome home.

So, week 16 - A decided that we should start to work through the massive backlog of spanks I'd built up in the spank bank, so it was decided that each day the very first thing I am to do when I get home (from work or whereever) is to assume the appropriate position for spanking - in a different location within the apartment each day - and await A to mete out my punishment.

Monday - A was in the middle of cooking dinner when I arrived home, so I drew out one of our dining chairs and placed it within eyeline of him. I removed my pants and pulled my undies down to sit just under my bum cheeks, and knelt on a cushion before the chair, leaning my arms on the seat. And waited. And waited. A was very teasing, taking his time to approach, stroking and caressing my bottom before delivering the expected spanks, then walking away and leaving me there with a stinging bottom only to return later to deliver more. Sometimes he used just his hand, and sometimes one of our selection of paddles. 23 in total.

Tuesday - Another 23 spanks. This time I knelt on the bed. I think we were in a rush to be out of the apartment to do something so A was less leisurely and more businesslike on this occasion, using both hands and leather paddle.

Wednesday - I positioned myself in the kitchen, bending over the bench. I wasn't in A's direct eyeline so I think it took him a moment to realise I was waiting for him. Another 23 this day I think, and A used a new toy - a cane. He's been talking about getting a cane for quite awhile but I always thought it would be too intense for me. It was stingy, I'll admit, but he wielded it well, so I may just come round to the idea of a cane.

Thursday - I knelt on the couch in the living room this time - right next my darling A. After delivering 19 spanks, he asked me how many I'd received. I told him 19 - I think he believed he'd given me 20! He then asked how many I'd received each other day and I told him 23 each time, which surprised him as he had been aiming for 20 each time. He asked me if I wanted another 4 to even things up today - I left it to his discretion and he let me be.

Friday - I stood in the bathroom - legs apart, hands on the towel rail and naked from the waist down. A repositioned me so that my arse was pushing out further, asking for it more I suppose. I have no idea how many spanks I received this day as the first one was an absolute whopper and I just stood there in shocked pain and completely forgot to count. I will deduct 15 from the spank bank as I'm sure I received at least that many, although it is up to A's discretion as always to dictate figures.

This is all to report for week sixteen - and the last chapter of tasks and naughtiness for awhile. Tasks were suspended for a few weeks by a very benevolent A who gave me a much needed break while we did some overseas travel and recovered from associated jet lag. Week Seventeen will still follow on from here, but know, dear reader, that there has been a lapse of several weeks between 16 and 17 and that is why my posts have been meagre. This should change soon enough.