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I dropped a plate doing the dishes and swore loudly enough that Daddy heard my in the other room. Daddy came in and yanked down my jeans and panties and bent me over tbe counter. He gave me several fast, hard smacks from tbe wooden spoon while I yelped. Wgen he let me up I was whimpering and clutching my bottom. He ordered me to finish the dished with my bottom bared, then tge get upstairs for the rest of my spanking! I finished the dishes and slowly made my way up to the bedroom. Daddy had layered two pillows on the bed and ordered me to lay on my tummy with the pillows under my hips. I got into position and Daddy took off his belt and laid it beside me. Then he grabbed my wooden hairbrush from my nightstand. He started spanking me with the brush and lecturing me about my foul language. I started to cry softly after twenty swats, but Daddy kept spanking me. When I started to squirm and kick my legs, Dady just pinned me down with one arm and spanked me harder. Soon I was crying hard and promising I learned my lesson. Daddy paused and put hairbrush down, and grabbed the belt, doubling it over. He raised his arm and the belt came down on my poor bottom with a loud snap and I shrieked and sobbed. He continued whipping my poor bottom with that horrible belt until I had been given twenty-five lashes and was bawling into the sheets. When he stood me up and put me in the corner, my pants and panties pooled around my ankles, my legs were shaky. He popped a bar of lathered up soap in my mouth as I wept in my timeout corner, clutching at my burning, welted bum. I'm feeling very sorry for myself now, as I lay on my bed on my tummy because it hurts too much to sit and I still can't bring myself to pull up my jeans and panties. Daddy said I got what I deserved since he's had to spank me for cussing a few times this week.
I got myself in big trouble last night. I kind of messed up a lot yesterday and Daddy had already spanked me twice, so when I talked back and swore Daddy had enough.
He bent me over the back of the couch and too his belt to the seat of my jeans as he scolded me. My jeans didn't protect my bottom too much, and I was crying hard after several licks of the belt.
Daddy practically dragged me into the corner and got a soaped up wash cloth for my mouth. He scrubbed my mouth with it before shoving it into my mouth and ordering me to keep my hands on my head and my nose in the corner until he called me out of my time out.
I could here Daddy gettin
Daddy has a new bath brush we got a Target. He said I could use a little attitude adjustment so I'm going to be spanked with the new bath brush at bed time.
He gave me two test swats when we got home. It stings so much more than my little hairbrush because the bath brush is flat and the little hairbrush is a bit more curved, so the new brush with have a bit more of an impact effect as a result. I only took two swats with the new brush and Daddy said it turned my tush bright red. And my bottom burned right away!
Anyway, I have to go to my time out corner in a little bit, "to think long and hard" about why I'm going to get spanked.
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Published December 16, 2016
· Updated December 13, 2016
The bible gives repeated, clear warnings about the destruction that our words can bring. We are warned against corrupting talk, vulgarity, deceitfulness, gossip, disrespect, and quarrelsomeness. Given how much damage words can cause, it is no surprise that many Christian Domestic Discipline husbands set rules against profanity, lying, disrespect, and other related offenses. A common punishment for breaking these rules is mouth soaping – a punishment that truly fits the crime.
Many brands of soap can cause irritation and intestinal discomfort. You should only use soap that is fragrance free and nontoxic. When delivering this punishment, take precaution to make sure that the soap isn’t swallowed.
While there are quite a few approaches you can use, we’ve found the following two options to be the easiest and most effective.
Get a new bar of soap damp but not overly wet. Instruct your wife to open her mouth. Use the bar of soap to apply a coating of soap to her tongue, lips, and front of her mouth. Lightly grind the bar of soap against her front teeth. Place the bar of soap about halfway into her mouth, instruct her to bite down, and remain still for a period of time ranging from 1 to 5 minutes. Ensure that she is angling her head forward so that any soap runoff goes out her mouth, not down her throat. When the time has elapsed, remove the bar of soap. You may choose to then move on to another punishment like spanking or cornertime, or you may allow her to rinse and spit.
Dampen a clean washcloth and apply one or two pumps of liquid soap. Work into a lather. Instruct your wife to open her mouth. Thoroughly wash her tongue, lips, and the front of her mouth. Place the washcloth partially in her mouth, and instruct her to bite down, and remain still for a period of time ranging from 1 to 5 minutes. Ensure that she is angling her head forward so that any soap runoff goes out her mouth, not down her throat. When the time has elapsed, remove the washcloth. You may choose to then move on to another punishment like spanking or cornertime, or you may allow her to rinse and spit.
Mouth soaping is a punishment that can be administered even when you and your wife are not in the same location. The punishment can be self administered, with proof that it was carried out provided via video or photo, or even live via Facetime or Skype. This is a handy way to deal with an issue when you might be traveling or otherwise away from home. Instruct your wife to follow the instructions above for the bar soap method, and to provide proof of punishment per your specifications.
Instead of soap, you may choose to use a drop of hot sauce, a lemon wedge, bitter candy, or other unpleasant but edible substance. The technique is very similar – have your wife hold the unpleasant food in her mouth for a period of time to drive the lesson home.
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When I was growing up, there was one punishment worse than a spanking. It was reserved for the pet peeve of my mother – if she heard a bad word come out of any of her children, the culprit was in for an old-fashioned mouth washing. These were a threat until I moved out of the house, when I turned 18.
The last one I received at home was when I was 17. No matter how old or young culprit, the procedure was always the same. It started when I came home from school. Normally, the second I walked in the door, I was on the phone with one of my friends. My mother usually worked until 5pm so I usually had a few hours home alone with my brother and sister.
But this day, my mother came home early and heard me say the F-word to one of my girlfriends over the phone. All she had to do was look at me and I knew what to expect. I immediately hung up the phone and she announced as she had many times before that she needed to ‘see me after dinner in the bathroom’. My heart stopped when I heard those words but I knew that any protest would be meaningless.
I sat quietly through dinner and hardly touched my food. At the conclusion of the meal, Mother again reminded me to meet her in the bathroom when the dishes were cleaned up. My face turned bright red as now my brother and sister knew what was about to happen. I gathered my nerve and walked up to my mother’s bathroom.
There, I found the punishment materials already laid out on the counter. A neatly folded white washcloth sat next to the sink. On it was placed a small bar of soap, like the ones found in hotels and motels. I put the lid down on the toilet and sat down. Tears began to fill my eyes, as all I could do was stare at the counter and the punishment tools.
While it seemed like hours had past (actually more like 15 minutes), my mother walked in the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her. “Alright Ericka, off with your blouse. No need to get it wet, now, is there?” she asked rhetorically. As I took off my blouse and hung it on a hook, my mother began to run hot water in the sink and slowly peeled the wrapper off the little bar of soap.
As I sat back down on the toilet seat, I began to sob, knowing what was about to take place. I sat mesmerised as my mother wetted the washcloth in the hot water and began to work up a good lather with the small bar of soap. When she was satisfied that the cloth was well prepared, she called me over to the sink. I stood before her, trembling in my bra, with tears running down my face. A very meek ‘no’ rolled past my lips as I watched her pick up the small, gooey bar of soap.
“Open up!” she commanded, as I felt her grab a handful of hair to hold my head still. With her other hand she pushed the tiny bar of soap into my mouth in a well-practiced motion. Instantly, the horrible taste of the soap filled my mouth as more tears rolled down my cheeks. “Now chew it all!” she shouted at me, giving my hair a tug to emphasise her point.
As I chewed the horrible little bar, the terrible taste of the soap intensified. Several times I almost gagged as I chewed the soap up into smaller and smaller pieces. When my Mother was satisfied that the bar had been thoroughly chewed, she picked up the soapy washcloth and began shoving it into my mouth, almost like a gag. The effect greatly intensified the putrid taste of the soap.
“Now start counting slowly, my dear!” she said, and in very muffled tones I started counting from one to 100. As I counted, I drooled bubbles down my cheek and onto my breasts, soaking my bra. I also gagged several times on the horrible taste of the soap but was careful not to lose count. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my pitiful looks didn’t have any effect on mother.
Finally, I mumbled 100 and she mercifully pulled the washcloth from my mouth. She quickly pushed my head into the sink and told me to spit. That command was hardly needed as, in a very unladylike fashion, I began to spit out as much of the soap as I could. After about two minutes, she pulled my head upward and told me to get my blouse.
Turning, she unlocked the door as the sounds of my brother and sister scurrying down the hall could be clearly heard. Not letting me put my blouse back on, she grabbed me by the arm and escorted me to my room. There she watched as I put on my nightgown and got into bed.
“You may not leave your room until midnight – is that understood?” she said. “Yes mother,” I replied in a very small voice. She turned off the light and closed the door.
I waited for a few minutes, then grabbed the wastebasket and began spitting again, trying to rid my mouth of the horrible taste. The soap coated my teeth and resisted every effort to remove it. I once smuggled a toothbrush in my room but using it only resulted in a huge mouth of bubbles, aggravating the problem and taste. There was no way to avoid swallowing some soap, and my stomach churned and cramped as the soap did its worst.
About 11pm, I finally fell asleep, still tasting soap as I dozed off. It was about 3am when I awoke with a horrible tummy ache. Still half asleep, I ran to the bathroom, where my bowels erupted the minute I sat down from the powerful laxative action of the soap. Before the alarm went off at 6am, I had made several other mad dashes to the toilet.
That morning I dressed and brushed my teeth several times with mint flavored toothpaste in an attempt to remove the still-present taste of soap from my mouth. When I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, my mother walked up and gave me a big hug and kiss and told me how sorry she was for having to punish me. With tears in my eyes, I apologised for using foul language and promised to clean up my act in the future.
To this day, I cannot remember the last time I swore or heard a foul word from my brother or sister. Mother would be proud to see the way we turned out.
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