The screams from the private dining room—a hellish punishment

Over the weekend, my husband and I went shopping. I saw a really pretty dress that cost 1000 yuan. I always pester my husband to buy it for me, but he always refuses, calling me a spendthrift. After using all sorts of tricks, just when he was about to give in, I blurted out, "I knew you didn't love me at all! I shouldn't have married you!!" As soon as I got my kicks, I knew I was in big trouble. Every time my husband stopped arguing and just sat there with a sullen face, I knew I was in for a beating! However, since we were on the street with no hotels around, he couldn't possibly kill me on the spot. Going home would take an hour; by then, he might be calmer and wouldn't pursue the matter further. This thought was pure self-comfort. I knew my husband was a man of his word, and once he was angry with me, there was only one way to calm him down—a spanking.

I was panicking, not knowing what to do, when my husband pulled me towards a restaurant across the street. I wondered why we were going to a restaurant. He asked the waiter for a private room, but unfortunately, all the private rooms were full, so we had to sit in the main dining area. I understood; my husband must know he was wrong and was treating me to dinner to apologize. Thankfully, he wasn't going to pursue the matter further; I was overjoyed! "Why would I need a private room?" I said, pulling my husband to a window seat. He stared at the menu with a grim face. I was genuinely puzzled and said, "Weren't you going to apologize? Why aren't you even saying anything nice? If you're not going to order, I'll order something else!" He threw the menu at me and went outside for a smoke.

When he returned, all the cold dishes were served, and I had already started eating. Just then, a group of guests came out of the large private room. My husband immediately asked the waiter to move us to a private room. I was enjoying my meal and didn't want to move, saying, "Actually, it's enough that you know you were wrong. You don't necessarily have to go to a private room. If you just say a few nice words, I'll forgive you..." Before I could finish, my husband grabbed me and pulled me up... "Come on, drag me to the private room." Everyone in the lobby was stunned, watching me being dragged in like a chick. Once inside, I started throwing a tantrum, ignoring the waiter serving food and how it embarrassed my husband.

Finally, my husband snapped, yelling at the waiter, "Get out! I told you to come in and serve the food before you come in!!!" The aggrieved waiter had no choice but to leave. I said, "What's wrong with you? I was going to forgive you, but why did you have to be so ungrateful?! I'm not going to talk to you anymore, you've made me lose face so much!!!" Before I could finish, my husband had already pushed me onto his lap. I then realized that my husband hadn't intended to spank me from the beginning, as I had thought. I had provoked him like that, and now I was destined for this. I was afraid I'd be beaten to death in this restaurant... My husband pulled up my skirt and took off my underwear. I started to cry, but I didn't dare to make a sound because each private room had a waiter at the door, and I was afraid others would know that my usually arrogant and domineering self had turned into this.

Before I could even beg my husband for mercy, the storm had already begun. I could feel that my husband was hitting me particularly hard this time (almost using all his strength). This was the first time my husband had hit me so hard, and it was also the first time he had hit me outside of our home. I was in so much pain that tears and sweat streamed down my face, but I didn't dare to make a sound. But thankfully, my husband couldn't have brought his girlfriend with him today, and he wasn't wearing a belt, so he was just using his hand. I just had to endure it...

"He said, 'I know what you're up to.' Then, he pulled out the scrubbing brush, slippers, clothes hangers, and feather duster he'd just bought from his big shopping bag, and asked me which one I wanted. I'd never regretted my words so much. If I'd just begged more sincerely, maybe I could have gotten fewer hits.
I was lying naked on the sofa, stunned. He said, 'Silence means you've chosen them all. Now it's my decision: you'll get 100 hits from the scrubbing brush, 50 from the clothes hangers, 30 from the feather duster, and 20 from the slippers. How about that?' I burst into tears, but my husband..." He completely ignored my pleas and ordered me to take off my clothes as well, which I had no choice but to do.

I knelt naked on the chair, my hands gripping the back, and the paddle came down without hesitation. I couldn't help but tighten my buttocks, but that only brought heavier blows. I was so scared that I had to relax and let my husband vent his anger. But what my husband hates most is being hit on a tightened buttocks. It's a huge disrespect to the punisher. So he hit even harder, and he said that after he'd done the two hundred hits, he would give me a hellish punishment for the disrespect I had just received.

Finally, the 100 slaps were over. I collapsed onto the big chair almost immediately. They helped me onto the table, where I lay face down on the table. My husband brought over a wooden clothes hanger and started slapping me repeatedly… I felt like I was about to die, and my buttocks were swollen. I couldn't help but start moaning softly. To prevent the waiter from hearing, my husband tore a towel off the table and stuffed it into my mouth. Slapping me repeatedly…

Finally, the clothes hanger punishment was over too. I lay motionless on the table. The private room had a mirror. I saw myself in the mirror, drenched in sweat, my buttocks red and swollen. I realized I couldn't take any more beatings; this was my limit.

My husband came to get the towel he'd dropped, picked me up, and prepared to throw me on the sofa for the continued punishment of the feather duster and slippers. The moment my feet touched the ground, I threw myself into my husband's arms and wrapped them tightly around his neck, apologizing with my lips, using a tender kiss to erase the punishment. I stroked his flushed face, and I vaguely felt a throbbing sensation in his lower body. While hooking him, I gently bit his earlobe to show my dignity, then slowly pulled him down onto the sofa…
Just as everything seemed to be falling into place, he pushed me away, saying, “Don’t try to get away with this. It’s impossible. Because of your disrespect for the punisher, you will receive an extra 50 feather dusters. Don’t say another word. Bend over, brace your legs on your calves, spread your thighs wider…

Next, you will receive 10 feather dusters and 20 slippers. Stand still, no…” "Don't close your legs." Because I had already lost hope, I used my last trick but still couldn't escape this ordeal. I knew that no matter what, I would have to accept an unprecedented punishment today, so I did everything my husband ordered. I knew that at this moment, only by being quick and precise in my movements and letting my husband punish me could I appease him. But this position was unbearable. Even my husband must have seen his wife's private parts so shyly yet boldly displayed in front of him for the first time.

"It's about to begin!!" A muffled sound... I couldn't even imagine what my butt would look like; I could only try my best to keep from falling... Suddenly, my husband stopped and said, "Let's put aside the feather duster and slipper punishment for now. Next, I'm going to show you what the hellish punishment I was talking about is like." I panicked. I had my back to him, and I had no idea what he was going to do to me. Originally, he had said 0 lashes with the feather duster and 20 lashes with the slippers, and I just had to silently endure the end. Now, my heart was pounding; this punishment was too terrifying! What should I do?!

Finally, the storm stopped, and I breathed a long sigh of relief. I quickly admitted my mistake to my husband: "Honey, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Punish me however you want today, as long as you can calm down (hehe, I know he has no one to punish me, so how much pain could it really hurt??!!)"
I remained bent over, sprawled out on the ground. Suddenly, my husband's hand roamed back and forth over my buttocks. I bent over and saw through my parted legs that his calves were also bare. Before I could react, my husband had already entered me from behind. Oh, so that's how it is! I secretly rejoiced. This can't be considered punishment at all, haha. It seems my husband couldn't resist my temptation. We quietly enjoyed the moment. I straightened up slightly. It seemed my husband wasn't satisfied yet. He picked me up, and I hooked my legs around his waist. I kissed his lips again... his face... his earlobe... He whispered in my ear, "How's the punishment in hell?" As soon as he finished speaking, I felt him suddenly enter me from behind. I was in ecstasy and forgot the pain in my buttocks, and I forgot the servant outside the door. I even shouted out my pleasure, the sound was even louder than the cries I had made earlier because of the pain in my buttocks.

The waiter, who had been waiting outside for a long time, burst through the door. In that instant, I saw a man with his fingers pointing at us. As I felt utterly ashamed, my husband pulled me down under the table, shouting, "Didn't we agree to let you in first?" "But I definitely heard someone calling!" "Can't my wife moan? Get out!!!" The waiter left. Although we knew they were still eavesdropping outside, how could I stop in the face of my husband's tenderness and understanding? I rolled over and lay on his stomach, continuing to atone with my tenderness…

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