Confessions of a disciplined submissive wife

I have been ordered by my HOH to post in my blog every day from now on and keep you updated on my misdeeds and subsequent punishments. He knows that the pain of recounting this will double my feelings of guilt and regret.

A long time coming

I know you have been misbehaving today my darling - so you know what is going to happen tonight - don't you?

Yes Sir. I know that I must accept my punishment. I promise I will be ready when you get home tonight. What time will you be home?

I will be home at 7.30 and will expect you to be waiting for me in the study. You will have my leather paddle and riding crop ready beside you and you will be bent over the desk with your buttocks bared and awaiting the punishment that they deserve. Make sure that you have bathed beforehand - of course I should never have to remind you of this darling. And remember that I love you no matter how much you may despise me when I am disciplining you. Don't forget!!

This is how my day started.

I knew that I was going to be in for it - I had been so tired in the morning that I had slept in and consequently had not ironed PJ's clothes or made his breakfast or lunch. That was bad enough, but then PJ had called into the Post Office on his way to work and picked up the mail from the PO box. He was not happy with what he found there because the credit card bills arrived (usually I tried to get to the Post Office first so he didn't see them). When he opened the bills he was furious because there were about six more credit cards that I had applied for that he didn't know about. I had transferred the balance from my existing cards to one of these new cards to I could start with a clean slate then I had gone on an enormous spending spree.

A lot of the stuff I had bought off the internet and included spanking sites that I had joined and spanking videos that I had downloaded. Of course all of these charges appeared on the credit card statements.

As well as the credit cards, there was a parcel for me at the post office which he picked up and a letter from the police department informing me that my driver's licence was about to be cancelled.

I knew that I couldn't escape the punishment that awaited me but I really regret taking so many risks. I don't know why I do it, it is like an addiction for me.

My first post

I'm new to blogging and I don't really know how it works yet but I will start off with a description of me and my life generally.
I am married with 4 grown children and have always had a fascination with discipline.
When I was a teenager I used to goad my father and be purposely disobedient so that it got to the stage that he would explode. He would then order me to my room where he would take his belt off or grab hold of my hairbrush and then put me across his knee or make me bend over the end of the bed. He would then apply the punishment to my bare buttocks with me squealing and crying the whole time. Somehow though I used to get a certain amount of satisfaction from being punished because I think I always felt that I was a bad person.
Consequently, after I get married, I tended to do the same thing with my husband with the same results.
The name of my blog came about from the threats that I often hear when I know I have displeased my husband and he will send me an SMS on my phone that says "WAIT UNTIL I GET HOME TONIGHT"!!!
I know that when I get one of those messages that I really deserve a severe punishment and that I had better be ready when he gets home or suffer the consequences.
Being ready generally means:

1. Making sure that I know what I am going to be punished for
2. Having the appropriate implements ready on the bed for him
3. Being appropriately dressed for the punishment (white g-string, white bra, special long white skirt with a split down the back, white organza blouse)
4. Be kneeling beside the bed praying for forgiveness.

If you wish to know what happens next you will have to log in next week. However I would be interested in your response to my first posting.