The wedding, and marital discipline

We went to a wedding yesterday. The bride is a good friend – and something of a livewire: it was the sort of service where the line “you may kiss the bride” provoked fond memories of past snogs for many of the gentlemen in the audience, and for a fair few of the ladies too!

The church was old and beatiful, the service touching (despite the religious stuff!). Crying girls in posh dresses has to be a good thing, right? And it’s great to listen to all that stuff about love, and be reminded how lucky I am to have two such truly wonderful partners in Haron and Cath.

Towards the end of the ceremony, Haron – who was looking gorgeous – poked me in the ribs. “Do you have any mints?” she asked.

“No.”

She scoured her handbag. “It’s OK: I’ve got some chewing gum.”

Now, readers who’ve been with us for a while may recall that I have something of an issue with chewing gum in church: there’s history in our household of girls being punished for said offence.

“Don’t.”

She did. Despite being told what would happen to her if she did. (All in whispers, of course: letting the vicar hear that you would spank your wife might not go down well).

It was many hours later before we got home – the wedding breakfast to be enjoyed, the awful speeches to be endured. Haron announced that she was going to bed. “I’ll come in and deal with you shortly, then,” I responded. She disappeared to the bathroom; I placed a tawse on the bed and retreated to my study. And then left her in contemplation for a good few minutes.

When the time came, she was face down on the bed, naked, waiting. It didn’t require much scolding; she knew she’d crossed the line, knew that I would be true to my word. She’d ‘felt like being naughty’; six strokes for her misbehaviour became twelve for its calculated nature.

And they were hard. The tawse in question is one of my favourite implements – antique, an original, quite light but wide, unusually with five tails. The first three strokes striped her pale skin beautifully; as she writhed, I noticed that all three had lashed her across exactly the same stretch of her buttocks. An interesting challenge, then: to deliver the remaining nine across the same strip, too. Challenging my accuracy; challenging her ability to withstand the punishment.

Afterwards, we cuddled. And today we’ve both written our accounts of what happened. Hers is across at The Punishment Book; you might find it interesting to compare our notes!

18 thoughts on “The wedding, and marital discipline

  • 7 September, 2008 at 1:55 pm
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    Awwwwwww. Poor Haron! Abel, you brute, that’s *horrible*. For what it’s worth though, Haron, I’ll invite you to my wedding, and put a special sign up saying that you’re allowed – encouraged, even – to chew gum. And then when you’re done with it, you can stick it on the back of Abel’s jacket. Promise.

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 4:12 pm
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    Hmmm…in ages gone by, the punishment for chewing gum in school was to have the miscreant place said sticky wad on her nose, wearing it proudly(?) till the end of the day.

    So I propose a variant in honor of Haron and Smudge, in their case, after the chewing gum loses it’s flavor, rather then posting it on the bed post overnight, (let’s see who gets that reference) They will be required to wear it on the tips of their pretty little noses for the duration of their 12 stroke of the tawse. Then a respite in the corner, still wearing the gum as a reminder, before they receive a final three strokes of the cane for this mild bit of defiance. Promise!

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 4:34 pm
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    You know Abel, I’m a pretty serious churchgoer so I feel confident in my statement… It’s ok to chew gum when the service is ended and if you are not going to end up with it stuck to the floor or under the pew. Really.

    Incidentally, when the service is still going on it’s rude to have a mint too. So you may want to give some thought to this whole double standard thing.

    Sorry though,Haron- I can’t find a way around the intentional disobedience part. I still love you, though!

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 4:56 pm
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    I hate chewing gum, but I do like random acts of pure naughtiness every now and again…and then I like punishments to be carried out as promised and preferably as soon after the event as possible, and target practice has got to be a good thing, but if my bottom was used as the target I’d not be very happy about it…. so I a bit confused about who’s side to take on this one, will just have to sit on the fence and enjoy the story…very much :)

    Oh… I also like things being stuck to the back of Abel’s jacket, chewing gum, charity stickers, it’s all good, well done Smudge!

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 5:09 pm
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    Oh, Brennus, you’re gonna be sorry… Kate and I are taking over the world. And you’re getting kicked out of it, isn’t that right, Kate?!

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 5:38 pm
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    Sometimes you just have to vent those naughty urges. Of course, knowing that there will be a punishment only makes it more exciting! (What’s the point of being naughty without punishment?!)

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 5:45 pm
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    Oh No Smudge!

    A world taken over by spankee’s…am I to see this as a problem?

    With reference to Zille’s astute observation I think it would end up a Spanker’s Paradise. So best of luck to you both and Please be sure to recruit some allies on my side of the Atlantic!

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 6:14 pm
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    Oh yes, Brennus. You’re definitely getting kicked out of our new world. There’s no place for cheeky tops there. They’d have to be handed over to our Secret Service, who track them all down and punish them. Severely. By any way they see fit because honestly, Smudge and I haven’t yet figured out what to do with the male miscreants…

    AND I’ve got chocolate-cream cheese cupcakes and y’all don’t! Hehe… (Be American, Smudge, be American…)

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 6:28 pm
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    All 12 strokes in the same place?! Somebody’s going to be burning in hell, and it won’t be Haron for chewing gum in church!

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 7:46 pm
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    Well, I loved the Freudian typo at the start of paragraph 2. A BEATiful church, Abel?

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 8:08 pm
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    I agree with Eliane – the whole punishment in one single spot seems unreasonably cruel for such a simple offense as chewing gum in church! Maybe if it were chewing gum in class…

    Kate – am I to understand then that ‘being American’ entitles one to a free chocolate-cream cheese cupcake? Because if so I would like one very much, thank you! 😀 Or must I prove myself by properly using the composite plural noun “y’all” in a sentence?

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 8:18 pm
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    Rayne, you’ve definitely qualified in my eyes. If you give me your address I’ll send you one, LOL! Otherwise you’ll have to make do with a digital chocolate-cream cheese cupcake. God bless the cupcakes! :)

    *Sigh* I’d fit right in, wouldn’t I? Shame I went for the UK really…

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  • 7 September, 2008 at 9:19 pm
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    Did I miss something? Who is Cath?!?

    H x

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  • 8 September, 2008 at 12:14 am
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    Abel added on 6 strokes because you were honest and told him what was on your mind, but surely honesty should be rewarded? This little point is close to my heart at the moment. Increasing severity hardly encourages honesty now, does it?

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  • 8 September, 2008 at 7:39 am
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    “Who’s Cath?” Sorry, we’ve talked about being poly, and I’ve written in the past about playing with her. I don’t think I’d necessarily explictly put two and two together, i.e. that she’s my girlfriend, for readers here before this post! I’m flying out to stay with her next week, though, so I’m guessing that may provoke a few more posts!

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  • 8 September, 2008 at 4:59 pm
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    LOL hi Harriet – *I’m* Cath – since you asked 😉

    I’m posting less regularly since I moved abroad and have fairly intermittent internet access, but I still read the blog whenever I can.

    xxx

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  • 8 September, 2008 at 5:22 pm
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    Hi Cath,

    well duh! how dense am I????? (I’m not even blonde! sorry any blondies out there!)

    I’ve been visiting this wonderful blog for ages but didn’t realise!I hope you have a wonderful time with Abel and we all get to hear about it!

    Love

    H x

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  • 28 December, 2009 at 9:15 pm
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    I have always believed a perfect wedding starts the minute the happy couple say “I do”. The bride’s wedding gown is raised waist high, her knickers are taken down to her ankles, and the groom spanks his beloved new wife, with a good spanking on her bare tender bottom.

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