They
are seating in the living room.
She
says, “Jenny and I have been exchanging quite a few emails lately. It started when I let it slip about the
spankings I give you, and she’s been asking questions like ‘how often’ ‘what do
I use’ ‘what positions are you in’ ‘how hard’ that sort of thing.”
“You…
told Jenny about … the spankings you give me….?”
“Yes.
And I’ve sent her some of the ‘afterwards’ pix I’ve taken of you.”
“You’ve
sent her pictures of my red bottom… ?”
“Yep,
and of you, standing in the corner with a red bottom.”
“Ohhhh
jeez… what next…..”
“She
wants to see a video.”
“Whu..what?”
“It
started with, her saying, “I’d surely like to see you in action” and I replied,
“Well, we have been known to make videos, you know, record the sessions like
home movies” and she asked, “Well, how
would I be able to watch it?” and I said, “What we’ve done in the past is
record a session, and post the video on a blog where anybody can see it, if
they know how to look” and she said, “So you could record a session, put it on
a blog, and tell me where to find it?” and I said, “Yes, and we have quite a
few on various blogs already, but if you like, we can make a new one especially
for you, then post it, and then I’ll send you a link, that you just click on,
and you can watch it,” and she replied, “That would be really great.” And I asked, “Anything specific you want to
see in the video?” and she replied, “No, just do it the way you would usually…
do it.” And so…”
“And,
uh, so…?”
“So,
we’re going to do a video of MerryThree, from start to finish. I’m supposed to give you at least twenty four
hours notice on a MerryThree, so I’m
telling you… this time tomorrow.”
“Ohhhhhhboy.”
<NEXT
DAY camera swinging back and forth from
him to her, both fully dressed, in the living room>
Her: ”We are about to commence with what we call a
MerryThree disciplinary session.
MerryThree is a weekly session, if I choose to invoke it that often, and
tends to be quite harsh. I have the
option of selecting from 2 to 8 implements from THAT bag, with him in any
position I choose, and applying ten to thirty swats or strokes, my choice of
number, per implement. First, he must
undress. Well?”
<camera
on him> He stands up, and removes his shirt, pants, socks, and hesitantly,
his briefs, and then stand still, hands at his sides.
She
gets up, goes to the bag, withdraws a wooden hairbrush, and sits in a dining
chair. “First implement: hairbrush, first position: over my lap.”
He
leans over her lap, feet on the ground on her right side, palms on the ground
on her left. <camera focused on his backside, over her lap>
“No
gentle warmups, just straight to it,” she says, and delivers smacks to alternating
cheeks, ten to each cheek, as he counts each one.
“Get
up,” she says, and he does. “Bend over, hand on ankles.” He bends over. She gets up, goes to the bag,
takes out the dark brown paddle. “Second implement: long paddle, second
position: bent over, hands on ankles.”
<camera
focused on his backside, with her behind him and to his left> She delivers ten sharp smacks of the paddle
square across his buttocks. Then she switches sides and hands, and delivers
another ten smacks… as he counts each one.
“Stand
up… and get over the chair.” He leans
over the back of the chair that she was sitting on, and grabs the seat of the
chair with his hands. She goes to the
bag, and takes out a leather belt, then takes a stance behind him, to his left.
“Third implement: belt, third position: bent over chair.” She delivers ten strokes of the belt with her
right hand, then steps over to his other side and switches sides, and delivers
another ten, as he counts them.
“Stand
up…. And pull the bench over here.”
He
goes to the bench, and scoots it into the middle of the room.
“Get
on it.” He does. She goes to the bag, and pulls out the
leather tawse.
“Fourth
implement: two-fingered tawse, fourth position: on the bench.”
From
behind him, to his left, she delivers ten strokes of the tawse to his buttocks
and thighs, then switches hands and sides, to deliver another ten, as he
counts.
“Get
up, and put the bench away.” He gets up,
and does so.
“Over
the table.” With his waist at the edge
of the dining room table, he bends over it, and stretches his arms out. She goes to the bag and pulls out the long
bamboo paddle. “Fifth implement: a
paddle we call the zombie killer; fifth position: bent over the table.”
Behind
him, to his left… she delivers ten, square across his buttocks, as he moans and
counts each one. She switches sides and
hands, and delivers another ten, as he moans and counts. “Look at that color,” she says, and the
camera zooms in, “I’m clearly making an impression on him, AREN’T I, honey?”
“Yes,
my wife,” he moans.
“Get
up… to the bedroom.”
They
go, and she says, “FDAU.”
He
gets on the bed, fdau, with his feet just dangling off the edge.
“Don’t
go away,” she says, as she goes to the other room, to the bag, and takes out
the black short cane, the long bamboo
one, and the wooden spoon.
Back
in the bedroom, she says, “Sixth implement: short black cane, sixth position:
face down, ass up, on the bed.” She
stands behind him and to his left, and delivers ten strokes of the cane to the
sit spot of his left buttock, as he as he moans “Oohwww…” and counts each one.
She switches sides and hands, and delivers another ten, to the other sit spot,
as he moans and counts.
“Now,
prone on the bed, face down.” He
stretches out, lies flat on the bed, legs together, arms out spread eagle.
“Seventh
implement: long cane, Seventh position: face down, prone.”
She
stands on the side of the bed to his left, and delivers ten strokes of the cane
to his buttocks, as he moans and counts each one. She moves around to the other side of the
bed, and switches hands, and delivers another ten strokes as he moans and
counts.
“Now,
turn over… scoot your butt to the edge of the bed… legs straight up, and hold
them with your hands.”
He
does so.
“Eighth
implement: wooden spoon, eighth position: diaper.”
Standing,
looking at his buttocks and thighs, using her right hand, she whacks his right
sit spot and upper thighs ten times and he moans loudly, and counts. She
switches sides and hands, and whacks his left sit spot and upper thighs ten
times as he moans louder, and counts.
“Done! Stand up.”
He
slowly does, panting for breath.
“Well?”
“Thank
you, my wife. I appreciate what you do
for me.”
“You’re
welcome, my husband,” she says, and they hug.
“Now,
you need to cool off. Get in the corner, there.”
He
goes, and stands in the corner, hands down at his sides.
She
looks at the camera. “And THAT is a MerryThree maintenance discipline
session. I’ll have him stay in the
corner for oh, a bit, then he’s done. We
won’t linger with the camera for all the corner time, but for now, let’s focus
the camera on his bottom… Looks to me like a job well done, even if I say so
myself.”
<camera
focuses on his bottom>
Off
camera, she says, “And that’s about it, Jenny.
Send me an email with your thoughts.
Other than that, looking forward to seeing you soon, and then if you
want, you can see this up close and personal.”
