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Mork and Mindy
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Date Posted: 11:30:26 05/08/25 Thu
Thank you for telling me about Ann's second strap appointment. How recent was it?
Do you have any gut feel that she may be headed for a third encounter in the not too distant future? When I've been spanked by Mork I think we're both aware before of tensions in the air that will likely be cleared up with me bellowing at the top of my lungs and tears streaming down my face. Never keen when the time comes, but good to clear the air and get our marriage back to harmony.
You say you have disciplined Jan more than once for the same sort of thing. In the four years you've had the strap, how often has Jan had it? Do you expect to keep using it with her, if needed, as long as she lives at home?
How does Mork discipline me? There is no one answer to that as it can and does vary. However, I can give you an idea of how a discipline that ended with the strap might go.
It would always start by the two of us having a conversation about the issue at hand and if discipline was necessary. We'd both agree it was and to start with I'd take an enema. I'd likely give it to myself in our bathroom, standing at the vanity, legs some apart, facing the sink. Mork would watch, generally silently, from the bedroom, as I prepared the enema, lubricated the nozzle, reached back as I bent and squatted a bit to insert the nozzle. Then, with the red hose dangling down from the black nozzle implanted in my bottom and swooping up to the bag I was holding, I'd then open the clamp, lift the bag, and let the warm soapy water fill me up.
I'd get rid of the enema in private and then come out to meet Mork to be spanked. Chances are I'd have been either nude, or nude from the waist down for the enema and when Mork and I went across the hall to the den for the spanking he'd likely leave me that way. He'd sit in what we call the spanking chair, I'd stand on his right side, and after some discussion of what had brought us to that point and what would happen next, I'd go over his knee, bare bottom up.
Before long I'd get the first spank on my bottom with his hand. Then another, then another and before long I'd be whimpering, "Oh god Mork, that hurts!" and he might say, "I know it does, dear. It has to hurt to work and it's going to hurt a lot more before we're finished."
Soon I'd be crying, then bawling and saying "enough, enough!"
Mork's reply would be he was going to use the hairbrush or paddle and when the first of those landed I'd yell like a hot poker had branded me!
After the spanking, I'd be helped up onto his lap for a cuddle and he'd say I'd done well but he still had to give me the strap. When I'd had a bit of a break he'd have me bend over the arm of the den couch, or the back of his TV chair while he went to fetch the strap. Or, he might take me back to the bedroom to lie face down on the bed, over a pillow, for the strap.
If you have any further questions I'll do my best to answer.
Mindy
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