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When I got home from work I saw a belt on the bed side table and a note: “You’ll get birched today.”

It’d been five years since my hubby introduced a new rule in our family. He punished me by birching at least once a week for my faults. It did me good. I felt calmer and even-tempered after his “lessons”. It first happened after my alcohol spree with my friend. I came home really late an absolutely wasted.

My hubby didn’t say a word. I went to bed. I had an awful headache in the morning. I felt really sorry. So I took a belt and came up to my hubby asking him to punish me for being such a bad girl.

“All right.” He said and told me to take off my panties.

He drew the curtains and put me on the bed with my butt up. He started lashing me slowly. It hurt badly but I felt morally satisfied and purified after that. Besides, punishment strengthened sexual arousal, so when my hubby finally entered me it was something incredible, I was beyond myself with pleasure.

Not a week had passed without lashing. Anticipation was the most exciting and arousing thing, it was so hot to realize he wanted to hit me.

“You’re a bad naughty girl. I punish you in the evening for all your faults. Get birch-rods ready.” He usually said, and I went to the basement to get the rods for him to birch my ass with them later.

My crying didn’t stir him, moreover, it got him even more angry. He started birching harder enjoying seeing me buck. My hubby liked to see my buttocks get red of birching and lashing and my body convulse.

We turned birching into a real ritual. Every time before lashing I asked my hubby not to punish me and promised I would be a good girl, but he was always adamant and said:

“You promise me to be a good girl? Your promises are nothing to me, honey. Get undressed and get in bed.”

Sometimes he lashed me holding my head between his knees. I had to stand on my knees feeling burning pain of his hits.

“Will you be a good obedient girl?” He asked me.

“Yes I will.” I cried but he never stopped lashing.

The pain became stronger, I couldn’t stand it anymore. He paused for a while and then went on. Pain intermingled with pleasure. What if pleasure is a way to dull pain? It’s the question I don’t know an answer to. There’s one thing I know for sure, a human being is the most wonderful creation, and this addiction to punishment is also beautiful.

My hubby got back home an hour later. He had a tube in his hands. I knew what was there, my guess made me shiver. “He wants to birch me. Oh, no! At least not today…” I thought to myself.
“Get the rods ready.” My hubby told me and gave me the tube.

I was dumb. “But why? What are you gonna do?” I drawled.

“You’ll be punished for smoking.”

“God, I forgot to clean the ashtray,” I thought quickly. The thing is that my friend Helen called on me the day before, we had a chat and a smoke. My hubby couldn’t stand cigarette smell and didn’t let me smoke.

“I’m sorry it will never happen again…” I murmured.

“Of course it won’t after I birch you well.”

“You won’t birch me today.” I protested.

“We’ll see.” He took the birch-rods and went to the bathroom.

Everything was according to the well known scenario. We had dinner chatting and laughing. But I couldn’t stop thinking about the upcoming lashing. I was obviously nervous and tried to change him mind by being really nice to him.

“What if you lash me tomorrow…” I cooed.

“I’ll lash you tomorrow TOO.”

“You’re a sadist.”

“Go and get ready.” He said firmly.

I dragged to the bedroom. I pulled off my panties and sat down on the bed, waiting for him to come and punish me. Waiting was unbearable.

Hubby went into the room holding birch rods in his hands. He grabbed me by the hair and bent my head down. I was standing pressing my hands against the bed.

“Don’t move smoking girl.”

He raised my dress and hit me hard. The first lash is always the hardest one. I cried out with pain. Then the second lash, and the third… The time stopped.

My body was trembling. Lashes were like poisonous bites for me. I was bucking and crying, he didn’t care. He stopped suddenly and went out of the bedroom. I lay down on the bed, the pain was getting duller, it gave way to pure pleasure. I didn’t wanna get up. I was absolutely happy and semiconscious.

I madly loved my hubby those moments. He understood me, I mean he understood that punishment was vitally necessary for me. He loved me the way I was.

He got back in the room. I got on my knees, unzipped his fly, and sucked on his cock gently. I was kissing it, trying to show all my love and gratitude via those kisses. His cock could hardly get in my mouth. He started fucking my mouth. Then he put me on the bed with my butt looking up. He entered my leaking vagina. We made love....