Car Registration

 Spanking 05/02/2025

(Thought I was getting a maintenance spanking… Nope)

(M/F Brush, Nude, Punishment)

So my oldest daughter texted me that she and her sister and grandma were going to the movies. 

I got home, pulled into the garage, came into the house suspecting that I was going to get some maintenance spanking. 

I get home and hubby is sitting at the dinner table and tells me to come sit. I put my bag and lunch bag down on the counter and walked over apprehensive. 

As I sat, he asked me what are some of my responsibilities. I looked at him confused and said, stay within budget?

He said yes that is true, you must stay within the planned budget. He said this could take all day of me guessing…. So he told me to take my phone and go take a picture of the registration on the car. 

I looked at him…. What did I do wrong? He said, “Go take the picture now!” So I ran out to the garage with my phone. I was thinking, did I forget to get the car registered?

 It is the one thing I am responsible for with the car. He makes sure maintenance is done and I am to make sure registration and insurance is done. I got out there and the registration expired in December. 

I didn't want to take a picture. I felt horrible. I have been driving for months on an expired registration. Police could have stopped me any time. I took the picture and walked slowly back to hubby. 

As soon as I got in the house, I yelled out…. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I will take care of it right away. He said, get your pretty little butt over here and let me see the picture. 

I was so glad I took the photo and obeyed. I shuffled over and sat quietly and handed him the phone. He looked at the photo and said, “December Lisa? I have to say, I am a little disappointed in this.” 

I am so sorry, I said. He stopped me and said, Yes, I heard you say that. And I honestly think you are. I said, “My life has been so crazy. I forgot” He asked, “Do you have a calendar reminder?” I answered, “Yes sir” He asked what happened?. I said, “I saw it and dismissed the reminder”

He replied, “Is this the first time we have had this conversation about dismissing a reminder?” I replied, “No sir.” He said, “What was our solution?”  I said, “To reset it for a day later and if I need help to ask for it.” He just looked at me for a long time. I sat there quietly.

“Well did you do that?”, he asked. I just shook my head no. He looked at me, “Does your mouth not work?” I replied, “No sir, I didn’t do that”

He said, go bring me the brush! I don’t know why but I had the audacity to look surprised. Please sir, I said. He just looked at me. I got up and started crying as I went into our bedroom and to the master bathroom and grabbed the brush. 

I walked back so slowly that when I got to the bedroom, I heard him say, “Hurry up girl!” I ran the rest of the way and handed him the brush. He told me to grab the chair and bring it into the living room. 

I was now starting to cry harder as I picked up the chair and walked into the living room. As I did this he followed me with the hair brush and sat the brush on the chair. The brush sitting on the chair looked so intimidating, I am sure my eyes were huge looking at it. He stood and told me to strip. I nodded and gulped.

He said, “How about a ‘Yes sir!’?” I mumbled, “Yes sir!” He was watching intently as I slid off my shoes and took my ankle socks off.

My hands were shaking as I unzipped the side of my skirt and I lowered it and stepped out of the dress and I folded it and placed it on the couch. Then my shaky hands unbuttoned my blouse and I slid them off my shoulders and I folded it neatly and placed it on my skirt

I was now standing in the living room like I was on display in just my panties and bra. Hoping he would say to get into position. He just stared at me and his eyes were piercing my soul. So I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them over my bottom and hips and let them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them and bent over picking them up and folded them. I placed it on my blouse.  

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I let them slide off my shoulders and arms and then after folding them and placing them on my panties I got back to the middle of the living room and instinctively I put my hands on my head. He said, “Good girl!” I actually smiled when he said that.

He said as I stood there on display, “So the car was not registered from the first of the year, January 1st.  January has 31 days in it. February has 28. March has 31 days. April has 30 and we are on the 2nd day of the month. So added up that is 122 days late. Almost half a damn year Lisa!!!”

When he said that I jumped and started crying harder. He said, “Save those tears Lisa! Get your butt over the back of this chair and put your hands flat on the seat of the chair. NOW!” I jumped and got quickly over and put my hands on the chair. I had to be on tiptoes to do it.

The back of the chair is rounded up and wood and was pushing into my stomach. He told me to go get a towel from the bathroom and I ran and got it. He put the folded towel over the back of the chair and told me to get back into position. He looked down and told me to put my feet on the outside of the chair's back legs. I did that and was trembling. 

He told me that 122 being an even number was perfect. I was going to get 61 hard smacks per cheek. He put his hand in the middle of my back and crazy hard he brought the wood hairbrush down on my right cheek over and over again. I was screaming and begging. He did 20 on the right cheek in a row. 

Then he did the same to the other cheek. It would have been easier if he had alternated but the relentless assault on my bottom hurt so bad and I was screaming. He was hitting the same spot on my bottom over and over with the wood brush. 

Then he let me cry for about 2 minutes bent over the chair. His hand was exploring my bottom and saying you are already marking up. 

Then he helped me up and hugged me. I thought it was over but then he sat and pulled me over his knee. He put his leg over my legs and pushed my head closer to the ground. My bottom was so high and he rubbed the brush on my bottom. Lisa you still have 40 more per cheek. I hope you learn from this. 

He went to town on my bottom. He did 40 strait on my right cheek. He did twenty right in the middle of my right cheek and I thought I was going to come unglued, crying, screaming and trying to twist. I didn’t think it could get worse but then he did 20 on my lower bottom just before the crease where my leg and bottom meet. I was screaming so loud. 

I laid there blubbering when he said, “Okay Lisa ready for the other cheek?” I blubbered, “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” he said, “Too bad” and did the same on the other cheek. I honestly didn’t think I could survive it. Obviously I did. But I was hiccupping and blubbering while lying limp over his knee. 

When my crying calmed down he actually helped me up and picked me up (like his arm behind my back and his other arm behind my knees). Gosh he is so strong.  And carried me and gently laid me onto the couch. 

He stood there and said, "All is forgiven. However, tomorrow you are going to take the car for an inspection and I expect you to show me that it is registered tomorrow online. Understand missy?” I said sniffing, “Yes sir!”

He asked, “What are you going to do now?” I replied, “I am putting a reminder in my phone for tomorrow at 10 am.” He said, “Good girl, and what are you going to do if you can’t tomorrow?” I looked up at him with big fawn eyes and said, “I will ask for help” He smiled at me.