I've said it before, but domestic discipline isn't just about spanking! In this entry, I'll go through the main ways Tom punishes me ... well besides turning my butt red :)

So, I really really hate getting my mouth scrubbed with soap. When I was a girl my dad did this to me all the time when I cussed or backtalked, Tom didn't do this to me for the first year or so, and the first time he announced he was going to soap my mouth, I just cried.



Mouth soaping can also be done in some different ways:

* Making her brush her teeth with liquid soap instead of toothpaste.
* Holding a bar of soap in her mouth.
* Using soap on a washcloth.

Before saying more, I just want to be clear that she should NEVER actually swallow any soap.

With Tom, he'll get a washcloth super wet, then put on a ton of liquid soap and wring it out. Then he completely scrubs my mouth. Roof of the mouth, top and bottom of tongue, sides, gums, everything. It tastes so gross! If you've never had your mouth washed out with soap very thoroughly, believe me that it stinks :)

Then one of two things will happen. If there's no more punishment, he lets me wash with a tiny amount of water, which basically only makes things worse. I need his permission to do a full rinse, which he usually gives in about 10 minutes.

If there is more punishment, then I usually have to hold the washcloth in my mouth during it. (Not bunched up so it's choking me or anything, most of it hangs out of my mouth, but it completely keeps the taste of soap in.) So that usually means corner time with the washcloth, or a spanking with soap still in my mouth.

This isn't one that Tom has me do too often, but the rare times he assigns it I cringe. He sits me at a little table with sheets of lined paper, a pencil, and a hand-crank pencil sharpener and makes me write the same thing 100 times. Like...

"I will ALWAYS obey my husband."
"I will ALWAYS obey my husband."
"I will ALWAYS obey my husband."
"I will ALWAYS obey my husband."
"I will ALWAYS obey my husband."

Often this is after a spanking, so that I spend the whole time wincing while sitting on my crimson butt. I think he pays extra attention to my lower butt and upper thighs when he knows I'm going to be writing lines afterward, so it's not the most fun!

One punishment that he doesn't use much at all is grounding. I know plenty of other women get grounded, but his philosophy (which I really appreciate) is that punishment should take care of a problem quickly. Yes the spanking or mouth-soaping is terrible, but once the punishment is done, all is forgiven and we have completely moved on. 

Of these three punishments, the one I most want to avoid is having my mouth scrubbed with soap. A thorough mouth washing followed by a long, hard spanking is probably one of the most effective ways he disciplines me, just because I hate it so much. Of course, it really gets me to think twice about whatever I did that got me punished like that. So come to think of it, I guess the man knows what he's doing :)

While standing in the corner a few afternoons ago, I spent time thinking about whether I would post this hairbrush spanking story on the blog or whether it was just too embarrassing. I decided that the reader has the right to know :)

I've talked about my first domestic discipline spanking before, and the punishment he gave me with the brush. Most of my punishments recently though have been with his hand, the belt, or the spoon. 



Sunday was different. I had walked into our bathroom to get ready to go over to a neighbor's house to see the garden she had just planted. He was in there shaving after his shower, and asked me if I had done the laundry yet. I told him I'd do it as soon as I got back. Can you already tell where this story is going? :)

He told me that I would do it now. I childishly told him that I would do it when I got back. He said, "OK, that's it."

Cue the lightbulb over my head flashing what I had just gotten myself into.

He grabbed the brush from the bathroom counter, took me by the ear, and walked me over to the bed while I whined and complained. I was wearing a pair of his shorts (fancy Sunday attire!), and as soon as we got to the bed, he pulled them down and yanked me over his lap.

He started slapping my butt over the panties I still had on, hard and fast with his hand. I cried out. He must have given me at least three dozen and they hurt like heck.

Then he told me to stand up, pulled down my panties, and dragged me back over his lap. The warmup spanking over, he grabbed the brush and got down to business.

I heard the loudest splat before I felt the intense pain. Instantly there was another, and another ... this one on my upper left thigh! I had really thought the brush was better than the belt, but it sure didn't feel like it at that moment.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

He was just roasting my butt and upper thighs. Spanking faster and harder than normal, he wouldn't let up. There was no lecturing, no pauses, just hard swats up and down my butt and the tops of my thighs. As usual, I screamed hysterically and begged him, which (also as usual) did no good. 

Now I did not enjoy this spanking one bit, and like anytime a guy has you begging over his lap, it was embarrassing. But here was the wrinkle with this one. I've talked before about getting sweaty during spankings. So much twisting, wriggling, yelling, bucking and crying. By the time he had finished though, I was really sweating hard. More on this in a moment.

He eventually let me up, and sent me to the corner with my hands clasped behind my head. I dutifully obeyed, shuffling over with my panties and shorts at my ankles.  He told me I had 20 minutes there. 

I gently sobbed. My butt still hurt like crazy, and I was sure it was covered in red oval brush marks just like my poor upper thighs had to be. I also knew that I had sweated through the gray t-shirt I had been wearing. I even remembered then that I had forgotten to put on deodorant that morning ... I hate when that happens! 

I thought back to a time when something similar happened after one of my mom's whippings when I was 14 or 15.

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Back then, she had commented after my corner time how sweaty I was, which was so embarrassing. The idea of my husband -- or any man -- seeing me like that was too much to bear. I came up with a plan. 

When he released me from the corner, I quickly dropped my arms so he couldn't see. He was having none of it though.

"Did I tell you that you could put your arms down young lady?"

He still had the brush in his hand, bent me over while holding me around the waist, and gave me half a dozen hard swats while I yelped and picked my legs up over and over in a little spanky dance. Those extra swats stung like crazy!

When he was done, he said, "Now let's try this again. Back in the corner."

When he released me for the second time five or ten minutes later, I stood in front of him with my arms still clasped behind my head. He lectured me about doing chores when I'm supposed to and not talking back, the entire time being able to clearly see the small pit stains where I had sweated through my shirt.

Even though he didn't say anything about it, I was totally humiliated. I just hung my head and cried during his lecture.

It was a good lesson though of a few things that, at this point in my life, I really shouldn't have needed any reminder of:



​1. Never talk back to Tom.
2. Always do my chores on time.
3. Don't forget to put on deodorant!

So there you have it. My single most embarrassing domestic discipline spanking to date!
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