punished.

    Yesterday, I was cranky and a complete brat. Everything that J said to me caused me to roll my eyes or toss a sarcastic remark at him. A few times, he'd raised his eyebrow and said nothing, and a few times after that, he'd asked me why I was being so fresh. We were invited to my father's house for dinner since my younger sister was home for the weekend. On our way there, J said something that wasn't correct (I cant remember now what it was,) and I pointed out his mistake and then teased him about it, laughing. He just turned and looked at me and said, "I cant wait to get you home and spank your ass,"
    That caught my attention. Immediately, I began back-pedaling and trying to redeem myself. "No, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it,"
    "Yes you did. You're getting 80 with the black strap," he announced firmly.
     Panic set in. With my hormones going haywire, I have been SUPER sensitive lately. Even just a spanking with his hand has been intense at times, where usually it takes much more than his hand to get through to me. "NO, please not the strap! Please baby, I'm sorry..."
    He shook his head. "Nope. You're getting it. You deserve it, you've been naughty all day."
    I turned and looked out the window, silenced by my sentence.
    He laughed. "Whats the matter, baby?"
    "Nothing," I pouted.

     We got to my dads, and had a nice dinner and spent some time with my family. My aunt and uncle were also there with my cousins, and it was nice to see everyone together. After dinner, while my dad and uncle and J were watching football, I fell asleep on the couch. When I finally woke up we went home, since it was getting closer to the time my brother and sister had to start getting ready for bed. School night, and all.

      At home, we sat on the couch with our roommate for a while. J got up to go change into more comfortable clothes and I followed him into the room to steal a few kisses. As I walked in, he was taking off his belt. I recognized the look in his eye and turned to walk out of the room again. He caught my arm and smiled at me, then kissed my forehead. He doubled his belt over and turned me around.
     "Baby no please!" I cried, but he gave me a few whacks anyway. "Ouchh," I complained, rubbing my sore butt. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please honey, I don't want the black strap. I'm so sensitive lately, and I'm already so sore from playing last night." I pouted.
      He kissed my forehead. "Sorry babe. It's the only way."
     For the rest of the night, I pleaded my case. Finally, he stopped, and thought about it. "I'll reduce your sentence, but that's it." he agreed. "70 on each cheek."
      My heart sank. "That's still a lot! I don't think I can do it."
      He didn't reply. When we finally went to bed, he laid down across it. "How about this? If you massage my back, because it's really tight and sore, I'll only give you 50 on each."
       I jumped on it. I knew this was his way of giving me the break I needed without giving in to my pleading. He knew that my tolerance level was way low. I massaged his back, kneading the knots out of his tense muscles. When his massage was over, I lay down beside him and he pulled me into his arms, and kissed my temple. He held me close for a couple of minutes before telling me to roll over. I moaned. "Aw, babyy..."
     He got up and went to the drawer, taking out the strap and carrying it over to the bed.  "Roll over right now Heather,"
     "Baby please," I pleaded.
     "Now." he demanded. He folded my body pillow in half and patted it. "I want you to face that way, and I want your butt right here."
       I did as I was told, nervously. I felt him immediately pull down my sweatpants and panties, and a whimper escaped my lips.
      "Fifty on each, ready baby?"
       I shook my head no, but he started anyway. As soon as he did it was like fire on my skin. Fifty first on the right cheek and I was squealing and squirming around, putting my hands back and trying anything to escape that awful strap. He caught my hand and his fingers intertwined with mine, holding it out of the way but reminding me that he was there, and he loved me. He paused before moving to the other cheek. "Please J, I really don't think I can do it, it hurts too much,"
      Ignoring my plea, he gave me the rest of my fifty and as he got up to return the strap to its place, I started sobbing. I was a bit surprised that I was crying after only 50 on each. On a regular day, fifty on each is the finale of a much longer, harder punishment. He came back to bed and pulled me back into his arms, kissing me and stroking my hair. "I love you honey,"
      "I love you too, babe."

I fell asleep cuddled up to him, feeling safe and loved.