I'm just your average 20-something woman who gets spankings from her husband when she needs them...and loves every minute of it (usually!)

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

More Mishaps!

I got a punishment spanking. A real punishment spanking. Not for being late for my bedtime curfew (which Leo has started cracking down on again), or for being a little mouthy. Nope. Instead, I got it for denting the left fender of the car. I know I posted about having a similar incident earlier, but I did it again! I can't believe it. I am a good driver (really I am!) but I've just had a couple of careless moments, and this time, it didn't end well for me or my butt.

Leo went away last weekend, so I was home alone. I went to the mall with a friend on Saturday, and it was packed with back-to-school shoppers. So, there was only one parking spot near a pole, and even though it was a little tight I took it. When we returned, I had  a car very close to me on the other side, and not a lot of distance to back out. I looked the wrong way for one second, and bam - hit the pole. I came home and frantically searched online to see where I could get the dent fixed, and for how much. Most autobody shops and dealerships would want thousands of dollars for the repair, but then I found this thing called paintless dent removal that costs way less and takes less time, and a place in our city that did it. I figured I would head over the next day and have the dent repaired, and Leo would never know. And then I saw that it wasn't open on Sundays...and the next day was Labour Day, so it wouldn't be open then either! Leo was coming home late Monday afternoon, and I knew I was screwed. I tried to come up with all sorts of excuses, such as that another car hit me or that a shingle from the roofing project next door fell on it (I was desperate, okay?!), but in the end I decided that honesty was the best policy. I planned to take the car for an estimate after work today, because I couldn't yesterday. I didn't tell him though. I waited for him to see it, and somehow, he didn't see it until this morning.

"Isla," he said, opening the front door. "Did you hit something with the car?"

Those words filled me with dread. I came in and spilled the story, and he was not happy. Like me, he anticipated that the repair would be thousands of dollars, and the dent decreases the car's value. Not to mention that this is my second mishap with the car recently. He didn't say anything this morning, but when I returned from work today, he was waiting. I got a very stern lecture on being more careful and responsible with the car (I felt like a 16 year old who had just learned to drive!), and he was not thrilled at the prospect of spending money on repairs just because I hadn't been more cautious. All of these made me feel incredibly guilty and frustrated at my carelessness, but all of what he said was very deserved. Then I was flipped over his knee, pants and panties down, and given a very fast and hard hand spanking. This had me crying pretty quickly. After that, he had me try something new - diaper position - and he got out that stupid wooden spoon and applied it right to my sit spots. It was horrible trying to hold my legs, and I got a bunch of extras for getting out of position. He also mentioned that he thinks it would be a good idea to get a paddle. Who is this man?! I mean, he's always been willing to have a DD marriage, but he never got so serious before! When the spanking was over, I was crying and apologetic, and then he told me I had better go get the estimate for the repair. Sitting on my sore bottom in the car all the way to the repair shop was not fun, nor was shifting back and forth uncomfortably as the technician took my information. It's going to end up costing us $395, which obviously isn't anything to be excited about, but it is less than we would pay at an autobody shop. Sigh. If only I could stop getting myself into trouble...

Everything else is going fine with us. Last week was pretty hot and humid, and these past couple of days have been the exact opposite - rainy, cloudy, and cold. It's definitely starting to feel like fall, and I noticed this morning when I woke up freezing and wore my coat around the house for a couple of hours! Not to worry, I guess - apparently Leo knows how to keep my bottom warm at least!


  1. my favourite thing about DD is that if we do something wrong and we are punished for it its over and done with forgiven and forgotten. I am glad he stepped up and for goodness sake distract him from the paddle. I got one and I thought it was wonderful until he tried it for real - arrgggh that thing hurts like something!
    love and hugs xxx

  2. Yes, the paddle is NOT friendly when used in earnest...for fun it is tolerable, but not for real!
    It IS frustrating when you know jolly well that you COULD have avoided the collision...grrr...poor you! xxxxxxxxx

  3. Oh, the paddle....nooooooo!!! It's become one of Jared's favorites. :(

  4. Ouch! I hate it when I damage something. It's so final and so obvious! A paddle doesn't sound like a good idea at all. Distract him!,

  5. Definitely try anything to change his mind from a paddle! They are wicked for a punishment spanking for sure!!

    Good luck!