Maria Spanked in Belgium

Posted by Editor - August 3rd, 2020

Being in Belgium was really great, but I got so stressed from my trip and responsibilities with the summer program, that I over-bratted Maria to try and let go of some steam. The first thing I learned from my discussion with Henry is that there has to be a better way to relieve stress then being rude and disrespectful. I could have asked Maria for permission to be a brat and told her why I was feeling stressed, I could have gotten help and found more productive ways to deal with my environment. Since I decided to make a bad decision and just brat Maria really bad and use swear words that I knew she wouldn’t like, I had no choice but to face the music and pay the price. She asked Henry to please handle things for her, and he most certainly did.

Henry came to the office on a Saturday morning, about 45 minutes earlier than I expected him. He brought a bag and we called Maria. We talked about my attitude and my language, and then he told me to stand up and bend over with my hands on the couch. He didn’t take my pants down yet, but he gave me a warm up with the belt. That got me thinking that I had made some bad choices, and was already regretting the attitude. After the warm up, he sent me to the wall (since a corner was not available) and had me stand there while he talked to Maria. I don’t know for sure all the things they talked about, but I do remember him telling her that he had a belt, a paint stirrer, a leather sole, a ping pong paddle and a wooden spatula. I felt my belly go down to my feet and wondered if I could just say sorry and let it all be over. The next thing I knew, he was unfastening my pants and taking them down. I hate that feeling. I cant remember the order that things were done, but what came next was the start of a very long day.

I was bent over the couch with my undies still on and Henry used the other learning tools that he brought with him. Maria was on the phone hearing all of this, including the tears and yelps. I don’t know what hurt the most, but everything he used hurt a lot, and definitely made an impression. After a short, very short, time, my undies came down and I went over his lap. He used his hand, the belt and the sole. I have no idea how many swats I got or how long I was there, but it seemed like forever and when he stood me up and put me at the wall again, I was bawling. I talked to Maria on the phone about how I was going to try and remember to make better decisions, and she talked to me until I calmed down. I was hopeful that this was the end, but it was not.

After a brief intermission (brought on by my co-worker showing up unexpectedly), we hung up with her and Henry asked me if I could handle more. I told him yes, because I needed to test some limits, which is something I had not done in a long time. At this point, I received the 280 I had coming to me for the swear words that came out of my mouth. Henry had me count all of them; some aloud, some in my head, and some that I had to count and ask for the next. That was not an easy thing to do. He used all of his learning incentives on my behind, including the tawse, and raised bruises and blisters on my bottom, sit spot, and especially the crease of my leg/bottom meeting area. After the 280, it was back to the wall.

Henry and I talked about what I need to do in order to make better decisions, and I said that what I needed the most is to remember is to take control of my brain and not let my brain take control of me. The problem is that I said it with an attitude, because I was getting angry with myself, and the attitude that seeped into my answer granted me 10 more with the paint stirrer. So, right at the wall, I bent over and got 10 more, repeated my answer without an attitude, and was brought back to the couch for 2 more minutes of an OTK hand spanking.

So, what did I learn from all of this? First I learned that bratting is not the best solution to dealing with life. You need other outlets, with a little bratting for fun (with permission). Plus, even if you are bratting, there is a big difference between playing around and being outright disrespectful. What I did to Maria that day was just rude and disrespectful, and she did not deserve that. My actions toward her were mean and hurtful, and I am still very sorry for having behaved that way. I also learned that I do need to be more in control of myself, and stop using my ADHD as an excuse for acting out. I know that there are truly days when my ADHD might be off the wall, and when that happens, more can slide in my behavior. As long as it happens once in a great while, and I don’t try to use that excuse everyday. ADHD is not who I am. It is not the only part of me. It is a very small part of my total person, and I need to stop giving it so much power and control in my life. Once I start doing this, I will be able to better handle life, the stresses in life, and myself.

After that day, my main goal is to start working on learning how to control my brain and not let my brain control me. Now, what did I really learn???? That Henry spanks a whole lot harder than Maria…….

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