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Today, January 11, England beat the Netherlands in their World Cup match and are advancing still further/higher in the tournament. I watched the match here in Long Beach knowing so many of my friends and beloveds were watching with levels of interest and anxiety all over the world. It was oddly comforting to know we all doing the same thing at the same time. That made the world feel a little smaller. Hooray!
I recalled this 2011 story (and the actual spanking) because of a series of Tweets JustAnotherBoomer posted about giving a punishment spanking to his MLB1An FYI – That stands for “My Lovely Bride” not “Major League Baseball.”
When my lovely bride arrived home from breakfast with her sisters, I surprised her a bit by greeting her right at the door with a kiss, and surprised her more by then firmly taking her ear and marching her to where I’d turned out a dining chair.
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— JustAnotherBoomer (@BoomerAnother) July 11, 2026
Poor MLB!
The events below happened 16 and a half years ago – I was really this thoughtless and faced what were painful consequences. That didn’t happen a lot, surely not as much as I deserved, but I remember each one. I remember this one as one of the hardest I’ve ever received as a punishment. Others were more formal, planned rather than, as this one was, given in the moment. It so happened that this time my careless naughtiness coincided with my bedtime, How fortunate.
I mean, fortunate for the narrative! Not for me! Yet also, how fortunate for me too.
And how am I? Well, I miss Paul and 2011 tonight. Feeling watched over, safe, and loved. 2I know I am all of those things. But there’s nothing and no one that ever affirmed it like my beloved and that ebony brush.
Below is what I posted on The Punishment Book on January 11, 2011.
[My dad is currently out of town for a week. The plan was that I’d be spanked each night. Nice spankings though. Except, well, I got in the way of that lovely plan.]
As Paul circa 2011 reported in a not-at-all cryptic comment on Twitter:
Not meant as ooo-look-at-us, but @eltercerojo went to bed genuinely scolded and spanked tonight. Both real and surprisingly resonant.
That’s the short version. All of it is true. This is going to be the longer story, one maybe that will keep something like it from happening again anytime soon. As I’ve reported repeatedly in the past, most of my being in trouble and punishments happen not because of anything willful, but because I either don’t think things through or am not paying attention to what I’m doing.
So what happened?
Last night as I was getting ready for bed, I did a final check on my computer before letting it go to sleep for the night. Paul noticed what it was busy doing and asked me what I was downloading.
“Criminal Minds” said I. My mother recently got me hooked on the show, which I’d never seen. It combines two of my favorite things — the police procedural and serial killers. As is the case with me when I find something I like, I’ve become obsessed with the show, recording the new episodes and the ION and A&E reruns on our DVR, watching them as fast as I can. Definitely enjoying each episode. Except for one thing — the reruns aren’t being broadcast in the original order, at least not exactly. Thus I’m only able to get a rough idea of the series arching plot lines. So Wednesday I decided to somehow download the episodes onto my computer so I could watch them in order. I was so focused on my desire to collect these episodes that the lack legality/ethics of what I was doing never crossed my mind.
I know. What an idiot.
The legal issues did not escape Paul who at first thought I was joking. He doesn’t like Criminal Minds anyway and has been patiently exasperated with my obsessive viewing. So blinded was I with what I wanted, I didn’t get why he was cross and scolding at first. I thought he was just annoyed I was going to be watching the show even more. My first hint was when he said:
“You’re doing this from my account? The one with my name on it?”
Oh yes.
…Oh no.
It’s not often Paul scolds me. Last night he really did. I tried to justify myself at first, but then like a flash of light I realized how wrong and careless I was being. And not even using my own accounts, but using Paul’s. What had I been thinking? Not very much was the answer to that.
He told me to finish getting ready for bed (brushing teeth, washing face, taking meds) and then to go stand in the corner.
“Which corner?” I asked, kind of stalling.
“You know which corner.” His no nonsense tone made my stomach flip-flop. Still, even while I stood there for however long it was, even when he took me by the ear and pulled me to the bedroom, I imagined he’d use his hand. After all, that was what we’d talked about earlier. A long hard one maybe, but a hand spanking.
Except the heavy ebony hairbrush was on the nightstand next to the bed. This was serious.
I immediately went from feeling sorry for what I’d done to being worried about what was about to happen.
Paul sat on the edge of the bed and put me over his leg. On the one hand this position is easier to hold than being over his lap on a chair. On the other hand, he can pin my arms and legs easily. I’ve never managed to escape or even effectively block smacks. I went over his leg and buried my face in the comforter.
My pajamas were tugged down. A hand spanking started hard over my panties, followed by an even harder hairbrushing. Adding to my intense discomfort was the fact I could hear our new neighbors upstairs. Were they hearing my spanking? I struggled to stay quiet and to block the brush, only to have it move to my thighs until my hands were again pinned. Paul pulled my panties down and continued, this time on my bare bottom. I forgot about the upstairs neighbors and screamed into the pillow.
“I’m really sorry.” And I was too.
“I know” and the spanking continued. There was nothing more I could do or say — my tears began in earnest and I stopped trying to escape.
He finished with some hard final smacks with the brush as I cried and struggled to stay still.
And then it was over. We hugged and I curled up against his chest, sulking a bit. Not because the punishment was unfair or undeserved. But because it happened at all. Yet as I think about it today, I can’t help but imagine what would have happened without it. Paul’s resentment of my thoughtlessness. My guilt coupled with the resentment feeling guilty creates. The hours or even days it might have taken for life to be back in balance.
Sometimes I hate stories about spanking that end in the spankee feeling a lot of gratitude, it’s so cliche and soppy. But I am grateful. Not to Paul, who enjoyed last night, but for this scene that exists between us as both play and reality. It’s not at all a bad life.
(And even though I offered, he said I didn’t need to delete the CM episodes.)
July 11, 2026
In looking back at this, I realize that even though I had them, I never watched the episodes I’d collected. Guess I was obsessed rather than interested. It’s also a very AuDHD story.3Thanks to a lot of work with therapists over the past several years I understand what’s going on in my brain better than I used to. Really. It’s interesting in there. It has to do with the way I see a problem, or something I need or what to do and my brain fixates on that problem (even if it’s not actually important) until the solution is clear. And then, once I find a solution, the excitement of that coupled with whatever the fixation was means I do that thing immediately and hard without considering whether this is a) the BEST solution, and b) whether RIGHT NOW is a good time to work on it.4This can be funny. Clearing the kitchen for a party this December 31 I sudden ended up rearranging all the cabinets in the kitchen — including replacing shelf paper.
Tunnel vision coupled with leaping into something can result in things going off the rails.
So, in this case the following had happened.
- I was obsessed with Criminal Minds for whatever odd reason.
- Because of that obsession, the desire to understand everything about the show became a critical need. The reruns were coming too slowly and in the wrong order.
- Solution? Get the episodes in order, somehow.
- How? Use bit torrent the to get all the video files in order to watch.
- Action: start immediately.
One and two we can take as given. My interests happen and fighting them actually feeds the obsession. Three is the first problem. Had I not heard of box sets? I had. Or using wikipedia. Or even torrenting but doing it on my account with a VPN in place. Which takes us to four. There was no reason this couldn’t wait for morning — I wasn’t going to be able to watch them all night anyway.
My current trick is trying to pause between two, three, and four. Especially if money and/or other people are involved. It’s leaving me feeling a lot calmer, which is, of course, A Good Thing and A Small Victory.
- 1An FYI – That stands for “My Lovely Bride” not “Major League Baseball.”
- 2I know I am all of those things. But there’s nothing and no one that ever affirmed it like my beloved and that ebony brush.
- 3Thanks to a lot of work with therapists over the past several years I understand what’s going on in my brain better than I used to. Really. It’s interesting in there.
- 4This can be funny. Clearing the kitchen for a party this December 31 I sudden ended up rearranging all the cabinets in the kitchen — including replacing shelf paper.
