It’s best to be truthful. After several weeks of expressed anger and disappoint emanating from my wife for my not disclosing to her a financial decision that I made, events occurred that will forever remain in my memory.

Right after my wife discovered that I had made a financial decision without discussing the matter with her, tensions between us were great. All my attempts to find a way to show sincere regret and remorse and every attempt to apologize was met with distain and contempt. I stopped trying.

Then, a few, silent, tense and agonizing weeks later my wife laid out a set of written instructions to be followed to the letter or else! My first order was to shower, dry off and remain naked in the bedroom. After some little thought, I just had the sense that this was the beginning of her acceptance of my apology and I knew I had better do what she said I was to do.

When I left the shower and entered the bedroom, my wife was there and ordered me to stand, naked, in the corner.
“I know someone who needs some naked corner time!” she remarked. “You are not to speak a word unless you are spoken to. You will also call me Master.”
After a quarter of an hour, with all manner of thoughts running through my head, my wife handed me my wooden hairbrush and commanded that I spank my own ass! A few light smacks were not going to do it!
“You’re not leaving that corner until your ass is red and burning.”
I continued to hit my butt cheeks constantly being guided by her, “Harder! Harder!”

Finally, after the visual signs of weak knees and reddened ass were apparent, my wife whispered in my ear, “Now, how many times do I need to smack that ass of yours?”
“None,” I whimpered.
“None what?” I was asked.
“None, Master.”
“Well,” said she, “that’s not going to happened.”
“Two master?” I asked.
“Two oh,” she replied. “Twenty on each ass cheek might help me feel better.”
All attempts to protest were met with the words, “Tonight is not negotiable!” I felt in that tone the need to comply.

So there I was, nude in the corner, red ass in view and my wife feeling the need to make it worse; or brighter, as she put it.

So after forty additional smacks to my already bright red ass, with my knees so weak I almost collapsed, my wife, in such a loving manner says, “Now, stay there!”

After a few minutes, she returned.