Working on this blog has brought back some memories for Jim and me. Although we'd hoped to post quite a bit about our current life, the fact is that like a lot of couples, our lives go through some difficult times. As we prepare to move Jim to our new house next week, plus prepare for my oldest daughter's wedding, often it seem like spanking, fun or otherwise, is very far from our minds. I'm too tired to get into trouble! And if I did, Jim would probably be too tired to spank. (Well, probably not.)
But recently, we were talking about old times, reminiscing about old spankings….one that came to mind for me was from the early days of our relationship, six kids, new spanking relationship, and one very poor choice on my part that landed me one of my first “real” spankings from Jim… I thought instead of posting something recent, I'd post about this very real spanking from about five years ago.
It started with a one day ski trip to a resort about an hour away from Jim's home at the time. We were still in the new phase of juggling kids. My kids were older, and there were no “custody” issues, but Jim’s were younger, and we were still on a schedule that we had to comply with with his ex.
You can only imagine the insanity of getting equipment for seven people (as we remember it, my oldest was not on this trip with us) as well as snacks and bodies into a van! By the time we got all of it organized and packed it was already noon, so this meant we would be skiing the “twilight session,” which was ok as long as we were out of there by six PM or so in order to have his kids back on time. This particular weekend as we recall it, was not “our” weekend, but Jim’s ex had let us have the boys for the day since my kids were visiting from about two hours away. So we really did NOT want them to overstay what she had already granted.
The ride was uneventful, just loud and silly and full of energy. We arrived just in time for the twilight session, unpacked and all went our separate ways for most of the day. Jim’s kids are much younger than mine, and at the time still needed an adult presence with them. I skied with my kids for a time, and then went inside to relax, and enjoy the fireplace. Being that I’m a fair weather gal, plus not a very good skier, I don’t tend to last too long outside, so a few runs at a time are just enough for me. My kids are pretty good and were probably glad to be rid of Mom so they could hit the challenging hills.
Jim and the boys joined me about half an hour later for a bite to eat. My kids ended up joining us as well and encouraged Jim and me to take a few runs together and they would hang out with the boys. Of course we thought this was a great idea, thanked them and off we went.
After about our 3rd run, we met up with the kids once again. Jim’s younger son, Graham, wanted to ski with me, and his older, Spencer, was ready to try a more challenging hill Before we left to implement this plan, Jim reminded all of us that we only had about an hour left of skiing, and that we all needed to meet at the lodge no later than 6:30 to load up and get back home.
Time seemed to just fly. Graham and I were having a great time, and I was enjoying the time we were having together to continue to build our relationship. He was seven or eight at the time, and really the only other person in the group who was at my level of skiing. I was actually enjoying myself, not feeling , for once, that I was cramping the style of whomever was skiing with me. After about 45 minutes, Jim and I ran into each other just in front of the lodge.
“I think it’s time to call it a day, Sweets,” I remember Jim saying. I argued that we could definitely get one more run in before we had to leave. Without hesitation, Jim sternly said “no,” explaining that by the time we got up to the top of the mountain, skied down and packed the van we would be very pressed for time, and he didn’t want to drive home under those conditions, that getting the kids home on time was most important.
I remember Jim giving me a hug, telling me it had been a great day, and, “Let’s keep it that way.” I also remember absolutely agreeing with him and that it was enough. However, I quickly forgot that!
Jim left to go into the lodge to meet up with the others (who had already skied by and were on their way in to get a hot chocolate before we left) he told me to just start walking with Graham to the van and he would meet us there.
I walked over to Graham and said we needed to get going as we were meeting his dad and the others at the van. Ok, I’m a real sucker when it comes to cute sweet kids, and let me tell you, he really turned it on in that moment. “But Bethany, we are having so much fun, and look there is nobody on the lift, I just want to go one more time…pretty please!” So how am I supposed to turn THAT down? And seeing as we were really having a nice connection in that moment, AND, not wanting to be the “bad step mom” I made a really bad decision… Looking into the lodge, I saw Jim and Spencer just getting in line to get their hot chocolate, and the line was not short. Hell, I thought. We should be able to be up the hill and down before they even get served. I managed to convince myself that we might even BEAT them to the van. So, yep you guessed it, I told him “one more time,” and off we went.
It was really starting to look like all was going to work out --- that was, of course, until the lift came to a grinding, screeching stop, not one of those gentle stops, but one of those “something is terribly wrong” stops, one that jolted us so hard that we had to grab the bar until the lift stopped swinging.
Shit!! Looking back I couldn’t see anyone; it seemed we were the only two on the lift. We were only three seats away from the top--- so close but yet so far!!
Graham thought it was pretty cool, and he was chatting away trying to figure out what had gone wrong. I was trying to show interest in what he was saying, but I couldn’t concentrate. I was swearing under my breath at the operators, as if all of this was their fault. As I looked at my watch, my heart sunk: it was 6:20 and we still showed no sign of moving. I tried to judge the distance to the ground and assess just how likely it was that we would be hurt if we jumped for it.
Up to this point in our relationship I had experienced only two “real” spankings, and they were not enjoyable at all. And in my mind those spankings were for things that paled in comparison to this! Jim was going to be furious, and it didn’t take long for me to find out how angry he was. After sitting there for another five minutes, my cell phone rang. I considered ingnoring it (Cell phone, what cell phone?) but in the end I answered it.
The voice on the other end was actually more confused than mad. “Where are you, Bethany? Are you having trouble finding the van?” It was a reasonable question, as the resort’s parking lots were huge. Briefly I considered trying to convince him that Graham and I were wandering the wilds of some distant parking lot, lost in a terrible blizzard of manmade powder, but he’d only tell me to walk back to the lodge.
I wanted to cry, but I had to keep it together for Graham. After the string of stutters that came out of my 99.9% of the time articulate mouth, Jim stopped me in mid sentence, I could tell he had walked away from the kids as I could hear them in the background “Where the hell are you Bethany?!” What could I say? I told him we were on the lift and it was stuck, that we would be down as soon as we could. My heart was racing, I could hardly breath, I knew I had really screwed up. Without missing a beat, Jim said “Get your ass to the van the second you get off that hill, do you understand me?” Although I don’t typically call him “Sir,” I think this time I did, for good measure.
Well, when we finally made it back to the van, it was well past 6:45. Jim’s boys had to be back to their mother’s by 8. I knew it would be very tight since in the best of circumstances it was an hour’s drive. I started to put my skis up on the rack when he abruptly took them from my hands.
“What part of ‘DO NOT DO ANOTHER RUN AND MEET ME AT THE VAN’ did you not understand Bethany?” His voice was low but his tone was not to be messed with.
I just looked at him. “Get in the van Bethany, we are NOT finished with this, but right now I need to concentrate on getting my kids back on time.” Without another word he firmly took hold of the top of my arm and walked me to my door, before he opened it I remember so clearly him saying to me “Bad choice Bethany, very bad choice.” Getting into the car I had to act as if nothing was wrong Jim played the part as well, but every once in awhile he would glance my direction with a look that made my stomach flip.
We ended up only about 5 minuets late dropping his kids off. I hugged the boys and told them we would see them next week, turning back I apologized to their mother for getting them home late and took full responsibility, of course hoping that would maybe smooth things over. She wasn’t upset at all, but Jim was still furious, even more than when we left the resort.
The ride back to our house was very quiet. Jim and I were not yet married at this point, he had a house and I had a house where I stayed part of the time, where three of my kids still lived. I did not know what my kids had planned for when we arrived at Jim’s house. They might want to head right out – they also might want to hang out, have some dinner, watch a movie with Mom. I didn’t know which would be better. I remember just desperately wanting to know what was going to happen, what was he going to do? I knew a spanking was pretty much in order, but being that we as a new couple were still feeling our way through the “discipline” aspect of the relationship, I just couldn’t even picture the order in which things were going to happen. I was scared. My kids were all tired from their day of skiing, at least two had music headsets on, and no one noticed that I was quiet.
It turned out all my kids had plans for the evening, so they jumped in their car and left immediately after arriving at Jim’s house, without even coming in. I did try to start conversation related to the incident, but Jim stopped me each time and told me “Not now, I’m too angry with you and I might say something I regret later. Just get yourself upstairs, get yourself ready for bed and wait for me.” I started to tell him I would help unload the equipment and get things organized, but the next thing I knew he was walking around to my side, pulling me out of the van, turning me toward the front door and giving me a really hard swat. “You are really having difficulties following directions today, aren’t you?” Leaning into my ear he said once again in a bit of a condescending tone, “Get upstairs, get ready for bed and wait for me, NOW!” Giving me a little push toward the door, I pretty much ran upstairs as fast as I could.
We both remember at this point we had not really established any type of “discipline” ritual as far as where to wait, (i.e. in the corner, over pillows etc.) so as I remember it, I was sitting with my back against the headboard flipping through pages in a magazine. I do remember it taking forever for him to get upstairs, and I also remember thinking that maybe he would cool off enough and just scold me and not spank me… Yeah right
I did get a spanking that night; in fact it was the first time Jim had ever used his belt on me. I remember as he walked in he unbuckled his belt and pulled it extremely fast through the loops. I never did get a chance to explain myself, at least not before or during the spanking. And come to think of it, there wasn’t really much to explain. I’d gotten on a ski lift when he’d told me – very reasonably and for a very good reason – not to.
He did not hold back; he was clearly disappointed in my choice to blatantly blow off his instructions. He strapped me for a good long time, actually holding me down through most of it, I kicked screamed, cried and swore, but his did not stop his efforts. I think that he had decided during the long van ride home that if this DD thing was going to work for us, it was going to have to be a very “real” spanking for something of this nature. And yes, I got a VERY real spanking.
When it was over I turned over on my side and cried, Jim left the room for a very long time before returning. I felt terrible that he had to spank me, and not at all sure that this DD was something that I wanted. What in the world had I been thinking of?
We held each other that night, but we didn’t exchange words, that I remember. The next morning we talked everything over….
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