A Spanker's High

Last night, I believe I experienced the domestic discipline equivalent of a "runner's high."  As my sissy wife began to break into tears while I paddled her pretty tush with what the wooden spoon that has now become my favorite implement (the wooden spoon), I began to experience that feeling that some runners and other athletes experience when the mind takes over for the body.  

This was definitely a serious spanking, with tammy's hands cuffed together and the panties I had worn all day stuffed in her mouth to muffle her cries.  "Cry all you want" I told her "but whatever you do, don't let the panties slip off."  she obeyed, and the panties stayed in place the entire time.  

The cuffs prevented her from moving her arms in a defensive fashion as a natural reaction to the blows.  They did cause her to writhe around so much more while across my lap, making me hold her more firmly with my left arm.  Good thing I'm still working out as much as I can.  

The high came about due to a variety of stimuli I suppose.  Seen her ass turn deeper shades of red, hearing her muffled cries, watching her smooth legs kick back and forth with her panties down below her  knees and of course, the ego-boosting power that the whole scene filled me with.  

The spanking took place minutes after she arrived from work.  In fact, the pretty pink Victoria's Secret bag remained on the floor in the foyer, where I told her to put it down and take her slacks, socks and shoes off and follow me to the great room.  Before she could ask, I told her that Sherry's flight had been delayed and she would be arriving until nearly midnight.  Neither I, nor the spanking could wait that long.  

When I had decided there were enough tears (and there were more than she's ever shed), I stopped, put the wooden spoon aside, and picked up a pretty pink pacifier to replace the panties in her mouth.  After lovingly putting the pacifier between her lips, I began to caress and comfort her bottom and was shocked at how hot it was from the spanking.  There were even a few welts and I worried that there might even be some bruising in the morning.  

I had tammy stand before me, took off the cuffs and had her wait for me while I went into the kitchen.  I felt a little bad about how hard the spanking was, so I prepared an ice pack to put on her battered bottom.  When I returned, I had her over my lap while I sat on the sofa with the ice pack on her cheeks.  We stayed like that for awhile, while I steered the conversation away from the spanking and towards more mundane topics like how our days were.  Satisfied that her derriere had chilled sufficiently, I had her on her knees where she pleasured me ever-so-nicely.  

There were a few slight bruises when I checked her bottom this morning.  I thought they looked pretty cute.  The bruises were also perfectly placed so that they were covered by her panties.  I thought that was pretty impressive on my part.

I'm sure the bruises will still be visible tonight.  I want my sister to see them, as well as the new bras and panties sissy bought yesterday.  

Somehow, I think if there's going to be a wager between All Mine and UCTMW on Saturday night's Pats-Broncos game, it just has to involve a spanking of sorts :)