Foul Mouth

Son of a bitch I cursed because I had just busted my knuckles on the oil drain plug from my truck. I forgot that the door from the house to the garage was open. Spring time in Kansas and it was a beautiful day to air out the house. I heard Kim holler from the kitchen Language young man watch your language. Yes Ma’am i said loudly in an ungrateful tone. I drained the oil and removed the filter and replaced the filter, and finally put the drain plug back in. I was adding the fresh oil back into my truck. I could not find a damn funnel to save my ass. So I improvised and I used my thumb to cover the top of the quart of oil and removed it when I poured the quart into my motor. Well on the last quart my thumb slipped and I spilled oil on the garage floor. MOTHER FUCKER i shouted! Hey what did I just tell you less than 10 minutes ago young man???? I know I said but I just spilled oil on the garage floor. Well it will clean up she said. And you address me as Ma’am! And I have had enough of your fowl mouth. The neighbors can hear you cursing and know they are going to hear you get punished. Get in here and get wash up. Yes ma’am I said as I headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I scrubbed my hands and forearms from being dirty from working on my truck. I then jumped in the shower. I got out of the shower, dried off and put on my punishment panties and my red flannel pajama bottoms and red t shirt. This was part of the punishment ritual: punishment panties to humiliate me by wearing ladies underwear, pajama bottoms to make me feel like a naughty little boy and a red cotton t shirt the goal is that I will have a redder bottom than my shirt. I went into the kitchen. Kim immediately started scolding me (this always drops me into sub space) young man I have warned you and warned you about your fowl mouth. You have had more than one warning but you keep on swearing. You know how much that offends me don’t you? Yes ma’am I know. Well since the neighbors could hear you swearing and losing your temper know they will hear you getting paddled like the naughty husband that you are. She grabbed a bar of ivory soap open up she said and she stuck the soap in my mouth. Here this will clean out your dirty mouth. She then bent me over the kitchen table and pulled down my pajama bottoms and panties. Crack the paddle landed full force on my ass, errr umph i gargled, Crack crack crack whack whack! You whack are such Crack crack a naughty boy crack crack umph errrr owwww I was gargling out You and your dirty fowl crack crack crack crack language will NO Longer be tolerated crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack she wailed on my bare bottom with all out might. My mouth was so nasty from the irony tasty and tears were coming down my face. I was sobbing uncontrollably and starting to swallow some of the soap. Crack crack the soap slipped out of my mouth oh oh i said please ma’am I will never swear again ever please I’m sorry! No avail she was deaf to my pleas crack crack crack crack crack my bottom was burning like poured gasoline on my ass! Oh my god it hurts it hurts I’m sorry sorry. There she scolded in the corner don’t you dare touch your bottom. Hands on your head! Yes ma’am i sniffled and went to the corner to think about my transgressions. As I was standing in the corner Kim stepped outside to the back porch and i could here her talking one of our neighbors. I’m sorry she said for all that racket but I promise Mark will not be yelling swear words any time soon. Wow I could hear the neighbor say, how do get him to be on his best behavior all the time? It was obvious she was prying. I heard Kim say domestic discipline, domestic discipline i am the head of household in our house. If your husband is unruly should give it ago.