The Luckiest (:

    There was no spanking Sunday night. Jack was too tired and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Monday morning I slept in, cuddling with Jack until about 10:00 :)
We got up and had cereal for breakfast, and played with our dog for a while in the living room. We made a delicious Salad together for lunch, and after we finished eating, Jack got up from the couch and put the dog in her crate.
    "Come on," he said, walking into the bedroom.
    I followed him in, and saw the hairbrush and the five-fingered strap already laid out on the bed. My heart dropped. "Are you serious?" I asked, fear pumping through my body.
     We sat down on the bed together and he looked at me. "What?" he asked, grinning widely.
    "Those are the worst ones..." I murmured, looking up at him, pleading with my eyes.
     "Which one do you want me to start with?" he asked.
    "Your hand?" I said hopefully. When I saw him raise his eyebrow I quickly continued, "I won't bruise as much if you start with your hand...."
     He shook his head. "Which one of these do you want me to start with?" he repeated, his tone more firm than the last time.
     "Baaaabe, why can't you start with your hand?" I whined. "Pleasee!"
     "Alright, I'll start with the hairbrush," he decided, holding it up. His stern eyes gripped mine. "It's not your rules, babe." he reminded me. As I nodded he added, "it's about loss of control, so stop trying to gain it."
     I hung my head. "Yes sir." I got up and changed out of my sweatpants, pulling on thin pajama pants instead, knowing he wouldnt allow me to wear sweatpants to be spanked in.
    "Lay down. You can lay on the bed if you want," he offered. (Usually for these spankings he makes me bend over the arm of the couch in our room but I had killer cramps yesterday :( .. hes a good hubby!)
     "Thank you," I said, piling the pillows and laying over them. I held onto my stuffed animal and closed my eyes.
    He started out with hard spanks right from the start, and after only about 4 or 5 swats I was wiggling like crazy. He kept bringing that darn brush down over and over again.
    I felt him pulling my pajama pants down and knew that soon, that evil brush would be coming down on my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut and did my best to hold my hands in front of me, and did pretty well doing so until he started using the five fingered strap.
     After about a minute or so of that my bottom was aching and burning, and I threw my hands back to protect myself. "OW OW pleasee," I begged.
     "Go to the drawer and get me the black strap please," he ordered.
     I happily jumped up off the pillows, glad for a break, and kicked off my pants so I could walk across the room .I went to the drawer and got the black strap.
     "While you're there you might as well get the big paddle, also." Jack's voice said roughly behind me.
     I grabbed that, too, walking back to the bed slowly and handing them to my husband. I couldnt help but think how goddamn sexy he was, even if he was about to paddle my ass! 
     He gave me a smile. Mmm how I looooveeee that smile. "Get back over, sweetie." he nodded at the pillow pile.
     I climbed back over, adjusting myself so my bottom was a perfect target for him. Before I knew what was happening, both straps were coming down relentlessly on my sore, tender backside. It hurt like hell and I burst into tears before even a minute had passed of this, and he just kept going. I cried softly, hoping I wasn't sobbing to noticably (because in some sick way, I didn't want him to stop yet). All I could think about was how much it hurt and that the paddle was out and hadn't been used yet. I squeezed my stuffed animal as hard as I could, lying still and just crying.
     He picked up the paddle and gave me a couple of hearty smacks, causing me to cry out loudly. "Okay babe, ten on each cheek with this and that'll be the end," he said gently, giving my back a tender caress before beginning the whacks. Left, then right, left then right, he counted up to ten swats on each side, then gave me a couple with his hand for good measure.
     I laid over the pillows sobbing while he got up and put the weapons away.
     He came around to me, sitting beside me. "Come here my baby," he murmured, taking me into his arms. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my tears off my cheeks. "Are you okay love?"
     I nodded. "Yes sir," I whispered. "I love you."
     "I love you too, baby."
     "It didn't take long, today. I was bawling in no time. Usually I can hold out waay longer than that," I told him.
      He nodded, smiling sweetly. "I know, baby. It was the combination of both straps that overwhelmed you. Before you could recover from the first one the other strap had already hit you. How do you feel?"
      "Sore, and HOT, but better." I smiled contentedly. "I love you soo much!"
      While we argued over who loved the other more, I knew in my head that it's probably he who loves me more. He definitely puts up with way more things (and loves me despite them!) than I do. It is moments like these, however, that I know that our love will only grow and strengthen over time.  I really must be the luckiest girl in the world.