Halloween Spanking 2025

  Halloween Spanking 2025

So on Monday of this week the world series started playing at 7:00 in the evening. The girls and I had just cleaned up the kitchen from dinner and I got on grading my school work. About 9:00 I got the girls up and off their phones for bedtime. The phones are kept downstairs during the night. 

I went into our bedroom and peeled away the day, and jumped into the shower. Slipped into pair of panties and a camisole. Slid into our bed with nice clean sheets. And picked up my phone I could see the TV from the living room and the baseball game was still going on.

Now husband and I have a rule that if he's watching a sports game I'm allowed to stay up until that game is over and he comes to bed. Sometimes I like it when he is next to me and it is easier for me to fall asleep. 

However tonight was different. So while waiting for my husband I picked up my phone and messaged a couple of people about the game. One message in particular caught my eye because it was about relationships, family, traditions and good friends and neighbors. As we message back and forth I lost track of time because the conversation was so good. 

Then that person reminded me that it was after 1:00 in the morning. I was shocked and reluctantly said good night that I need to sleep because I have to wake up at 4:45 a.m. I would be surprised that the game was not over. 

That next morning was rough. Hubby and I get up and get breakfast going and pack up for the day at work. Then right before 6:00 I get the girls up to start their chores. All of us were in the kitchen with our things to do list and hubby noticed I kept yawning. I swear that man can live off an hour of sleep in a cup of coffee and have no problem. I got nervous because I had not told him I stayed up till 1:00 a.m.

Tuesday evening when I got home I casually mentioned that I was tired because I had stayed up so late. My husband asked how late did you stay up. I looked at him with a little fear in my eyes not wanting to answer but then said little after 1:00 a.m. my husband was shocked that I stayed up that late and flashed me a look of disapproval. 

“Why did you stay up that late?” He asked. I said, “I lost track of time and you had not come to bed.” He said, “the game ran into extra innings. But you have to go to bed at a reasonable time. Lisa, you have a good head on your shoulders. I need you to use it and go to bed at a decent time for you to get good sleep.” Then he said, “I am so disappointed in you Lisa.” which gosh I hate being in trouble. The fact he told me he was disappointed in my choice stung. .Then he said, “We will talk about this Friday.”

I don’t like this because I know what he actually means when he says “Talk” more like his hand is going to talk to my bottom. 

Some background on the way Halloween works at our house is that the kids go off to my friends house and they have an awesome evening of games, candy trick or treating etc. The reason is we don't get anybody to come to our house because of our acreage. We live in the middle of 20 acres and no one comes up our driveway to trick or treat. 

So my oldest daughter drove my youngest daughter to their friend's house to enjoy an evening of Halloween activities. They were both excited that Halloween was on a Friday. 

With that being said when hubby and I arrived at the house it was empty of children and just the dogs were there to welcome us home. I slipped off my shoes and socks and texted the family group chat, ”Have fun this evening, send pics & stay safe!” And the oldest girl texted back, “Thanks Mom!” 

Hubby came inside from the barn and when he came in I was in the kitchen going through the bills. A lot of them are due on the 1st. In this case Monday because the 1st is on a Saturday. 

Hubby walked over to me and pulled my hair back and kissed me right on the lips. “Gosh I love you!” he said. It was an amazing kiss and my eyes closed. He then took my head in his hands and looked at me deeply. “I really need you to take care of yourself” he said with concern in his eyes. 

Every since I got cancer he has been worried about me. In fact several times we didn’t think I was going to make it. And this is with me eating really good and getting great exercise. But he worries. He has said several times, he can’t afford to lose me. 

He looks at me and says, “Monday night was not very smart.”  I looked at him and said, I know sir, I am sorry sir. Then I added, “Driving on the way home I was fighting so hard to stay awake”. 

His eyes got huge. “LISA! That is not good! Strip and get in the corner” I got scared when he said that and I jumped. Then immediately started removing my dress. A zip down my back and I slide my dress off my shoulders. I kept saying, “I am so sorry sir”

Lisa, I don’t need you to say sorry. I want you to use that very smart brain of yours.” I start tearing up as I slide my panties off and put them folded on my dress. I reach back and unhook my bra, let them slide off, fold and they accompanied my dress and panties. I turned looked at him with sorrow and then headed off to the corner. I literally put my nose in the corner and thought about how stupid I was. 

I was only there a minute when I hear him say, “Lisa come here” I walked over to him tearing up. I need to make sure you make good choices. Understand?” I nod and say, “Yes sir” He says, lay over the back of the couch. I walk behind the couch and bend over the back and in doing so my feet are off the ground. I feel very helpless. 

I see hubby unbuckle his belt and slide it out of his belt loops. That makes my eyes grow big and I bite my lower lip. Then my eyes turn to pleading but I do not say a word. I watch him double the belt and he holds both ends with his right hand. Then he uses his other hand to snap it together. That makes me jump and whimper. 

He steps behind me and I really feel helpless as I can’t see what he is doing behind me. I feel his hand as he rubs my bottom. It feels soooooooo good with his hand softly rubbing my bottom. It stops and I get nervous again. Then he taps my bottom three times with the belt then…. swish . Splat!

I scream out and my back arches up as my bottom feels like it was hit with lightning. Then a few seconds later the deep burning of the stripe that has now I am sure appeared on my bottom. I kick my legs a little and start begging, “Please please I wont stay up any longer.”

The belt lands just below the first stripe and I scream out. I swear his placement is so accurate. With my kicking and legs flaying I am sure I am putting on a show. The belt lands over and over and each stripe feels like a lick from the devil’s tongue. The burning is soooo much and the right side of my bottom hurts so much where the end of the belt lands. 

I am a blubbering mess as he stops and examines my bottom rubbing and poking some spots that hurt so much on my bottom. He tells me to go get a glass of water from the bathroom. I get up on wobbly knees. Go into the bathroom. Fill a tall cup with water and then look at my angry red bottom and thighs. My right cheeks and leg seem to be taking most of the punishment and it feels like it. I feel my bottom which is very hot, then return with the cup of water. 

He says “Take a few sips and get back over missy.” I take a couple of gulps of water which tastes so good. Then I lean over the back of the couch with feet dangling and start sniffling. He changes sides and measures up to my bottom with his back swing. It belt lands with such force it takes my breath away. And I try to scream but nothing leaves my lungs. Then by the 3rd smack I am howling. 

This goes on forever. Lots of burning smacks with the belt and then he changes sides. He changes sides 3 more times and I keep screaming and saying, “I can’t take it!” which he ignores. 

Finally he throws the belt down on the couch and I lay draped over the back of the couch blubbering. He says, “I expect you will not have a repeat of that missy.” I reply while blubbering, “I won’t sir!” 

He helps me up…. Turns me around looks me in the eye and say’s, “Bed time missy!” My eyes get huge. I am being sent to bed. I look over at the clock in the kitchen and it’s 8pm. I open my mouth to protest and then think, I deserve this. 

He adds, “No phone, no reading, just lights off and bed time” I reply, Can I check my phone once for the girls pictures?” Hubby coldly said, “Nope! Off to bed!” I am shocked and start crying harder and head off to bed. I am lying there thinking, I will never do that again. 

Side notes 

1. When the kids got home really late, hubby told them that I was really tired and that I would see them in the morning. 

2. And honestly I never told him but I knew as I was chatting that several times I was thinking I should go to sleep, but I just didn't want to. 

3. This may be bad… but I love chatting and I might stay up a little late… but I won't do that again. At least 5 hours of sleep