A sore bottom and a lesson learned

Last night was my weekly performance review with Madam.  Madam had me present my self in plain white blouse, short tartan mini skirt and white opaque holdups with black heels.  Madam wanted me to dress like a school girl for good reason

As expected, considering that we haven't had a review for a few weeks due to my illness and working away, there was quite a bit on the Madam's punishment book and my misdemeanours note book.

The main punishment was for getting ill over an activity that I should have resolved from the office rather on site.

I was made to sit on my plain wooden chair with knees together and hands on lap and received a sever verbal chastisement from Madam for my pig headedness and fool hardiness.  I was reminded that I wasn't a young man any more and that such activities were what would have been expected from someone with significantly less experience that me.  For this I was given 20 with the tawse from Madam.  I was made to kneel on the seat of the chair and present my bare bottom to Madam while I lent over the back of the chair.

I was then made to sit on my now very sore bottom and received a further verbal rebuke for all the concern and worry that I had caused Madam and Sir.  I must confess I saw genuine hurt and worry with Madam when she and Sir took me to A&E.  Madam explained that I was never to do that again as she was terrified of losing me and for causing that worry to her I was going to receive 12 with her Riding Crop.  I was required to stand up and turn the chair around and lean over the back of the chair and place my hands on the seat.  Madam lifted my skirt and exposed my backside.  She gently tapped my backside and simply said " I will begin, count them and apologies for scaring me!" and with that she started.

I'm not a pain person, I don't get a thrill out of being punished, but I willingly accepted this painful punishment from my Mistress Wife because as strange as it may seem, the punishment was given with love and concern.  That may seem odd, but it is very true and I willingly accepted every painful stroke and welt.

Once Madam had finished I was made to stand and walk round the room to get things moving.  Madam called me to her and gave me a hug and a very passionate kiss, telling me that she loved me and that I had scared the shit out of her.  I was slightly sobbing at this moment (a bit with pain and the fact that I had caused worry to her) and I told her that I was really really sorry.

I received another kiss, more gentle this time and Madam told me to stop crying and to make sure that I didn't do it again, or if I did let her know immediately.

I was dismissed to get on with my other duties.  Madam had stated that my other items on my review would be held over until next week.

At the moment I have a number of welts and some bruising to my backside but the heat and the fire has reduced quite a lot, but I'm not too keen on sitting at the moment.

So that is a lesson learned and it is clear that the worry caused to my wonderful wife was the real cause of my punishment.  I will really try not to do it again, for the sake of my wife and for the sake of preventing any further sore bottoms!