This week-end my behavior was unsatisfactory. Our kids are with their grandparents, we have the house to ourselves and my wife decided that some discipline was overdue for me.
So I was told to go to the loo, then to disrobe completely, while my wife laid out the instruments of my chastisement: the jar of Vaseline, the glass thermometer, the hairbrush, the little bottle of pharmaceutical alcohol and the cotton swabs. As usual, she sat on the bed, and I laid across her lap.
I heard her take the thermometer out of the case, then a little pause (probably for her to check whether it needed to be shaken down). My buttocks were then parted and I was told to "bear down", and the thermometer entered. I say all this in the passive voice since in that position, I don't see much of what happens to me - it just happens.
Then, while the thermometer registered, we discussed my behavior. I won't go into details here but as often I had lost my temper over trifles.
Then my wife withdrew the thermometer, shook it, and cleaned it with the cotton and alcohol before putting it back into its case. I then heard her take the hairbrush, her left hand pushed on the small of my back and I received the first stroke.
Usually when she spanks she pauses every so often to again discuss behavioral issues, but this time it was just methodical spanking. It is just when the heat was too much and I started to wriggle reflexively that she stopped and said "Honey, you know you've been bad and you deserve a red bottom... and I'm going to give you one." Did she! She varied the angles of attack, obviously she wanted to cover all the surface. After a while she pulled on the left cheek to be able to attack its inner side, then for the right cheek. It went on an on.
"There! Now admire! Stand and look at your bottom!"
The closet in our room has a large mirror, and then I admired her work. Indeed, my bottom was all red.
"Now, dear husband, the bad mood will go with the poop. Need for the loo now? No? Ok. Since you spend much time on Zity, I'll have you tell your friends there of what happens to you. Log into chat while I prepare your enema."
And so I logged in, and she came with the towel and the enema bag. Usually, enemas for bad mood are given knee-chest in the bathroom but I guess she thought it was not compatible with me going online...
I went on my side, my (still achy) cheeks were parted, I was told to "bear down" and in came the nozzle. I then told the people on the Zity chat about my predicament.
When the bag was empty, she sent me to the loo with the laptop and witnessed me starting to expel the enema. "Tell your friends!"
After cleaning and leaving the bag to dry, she left "tell me when you're done". A few minutes later she came back "don't forget to tell me when you're done, I'll wash you front and back".
And so, when I was sure I was done, I called her. She had me on the bidet (as for the toilet, this was slightly uncomfortable) and washed my bottom and genitals.
"Now back into the bedroom, I think you need some more spanking."
More spanking! Glad this time it was hand only, and quite soft, but on an already sensitized bottom it had some effect.
"Ok! Now log off, and on to marital duty. If you login tonight again, you'll tell your story, I'm sure they'll enjoy that."
And so we had sex. As most often with evening sex, her orgasm knocked her out and she began sleeping soon after I climaxed. And as often, I did not manage to sleep, and logged in to tell the story.