Birthday Spanks

       Friday was hubby's 30th birthday. He works second shift which made it  impossible for us to celebrate with our families on his birthday, so we planned a nice dinner at our home for my famliy and his family to get together and celebrate.
       When he got home from work on Friday night, I whispered to him that he was going to get a bday spanking, and started giggling. He just shook his head and told me no.
        The birthday dinner was a success, and most of the food got eaten. It's always nice getting our families together, especially since soon they will be seeing a lot of each other, when the baby comes. A good time was had by all and the birthday boy certainly enjoyed himself.
         After everyone had gone, we sat on the couch together and when our roommate went to the bathroom, I looked at my husband with a mischeivous glimmer in my eye. "Know what I'm gonna use for your birthday spanking?"
        He grinned back. "What?"
         "The black strap!" I gave him a smug look and turned away to stifle my giggle. I hate that evil strap.
         He started laughing. "Ohh, no." he shook his head.
         "Yup!"
          We didn't go to bed for another hour or so, and I wasn't even sure if he was going to let me go through with it. When we did go to bed, he laid down on his stomach and was stretching, so I jumped on the opportunity. I opened the punishment drawer and pulled the strap out and came and sat beside him.
          "Are we doing a straight 30 or should I do 30 on each cheek?" I asked, teasing him.
           "No, no. You're not doing 30 on each..." he said.
           I started tapping the strap on his left cheek. I didn't bother pulling his shorts down or anything even though he always spanks me bare. I thought he'd feel it enough through his basketball shorts. I gave him the first 10 and then rubbed his cheeks. "Does it hurt?" I asked.
            He wouldn't respond.
            "Honey, I'm trying to go gentle so tell me if it hurts!" I insisted.
            Still, he said nothing.
             "Okay," I said, and raised the strap again. I gave him another 10, a little harder this time, then paused to rub his bum again. "That's 20, does it hurt yet?" I heard nothing but silence so I gave him the final 10. "There. That's 30...."
             "That wasn't 30," he bragged. "I barely felt that."
              I started laughing, and gave him another 20 or so moderate smacks with the strap, then reached over to the dresser and grabbed the brush. I tugged his shorts down and tapped it on his boxer briefs.
              "What is that? NO." he argued.
               I started giving him smacks with it, increasing intensity as I went. I could see him wincing. "Done yet?" I asked.
                "I cant give up. You know that," he told me.
                 Ha. Men and their pride. I gave him 10 more and put the brush back on the dresser and sat back down beside him.
                 "Rub it! It hurts," he whined.
                  I massaged his bum for him and smiled to myself because I am usually the one to ask him to rub my bum. LOL.
                  He got up, and asked, "Baby can you do me a favor?"
                  "Sure," I replied.
                  "Can you go get me a beer? And, on your way back, get me the brush." he had an evil grin on his face.
                  "What! It's not my birthday yet," I complained.
                    He announced he was giving me thirty swats for his birthday.
                    I got up and got him the beer, and handed him the hairbrush with it when I came back into the room. I laid down on top of my body pillow to alleviate the pressure on my belly. "I better get to keep my yoga pants up since you kept your shorts on,"
                   He graciously kept them up, but certainly didn't go as lightly as I did.
                    I yelped and bucked and at about 11 I rolled off the pillow, clutching my butt. "No, I cant .. it hurts too much!"
                   "Get back over. Ill give you 15 and 15 and then give you a break between your next thirty." he promised.
                   So, I rolled back over and got back on the pillow.
                   "But since you moved, you're getting those 11 again."
                   I gritted my teeth and somehow made it through the first thirty. I buried my face in the blanket in front of me, trying to supress the tears that already threatened to break. When he announced the next thirty were coming I tried to hold my breath but after about 5 or 6 I was crying out again that I couldn't do it, the tears started rolling down my cheeks and I flipped off the pillow.
                 "Get back over, Heather." he demanded firmly.
                   I buried my face in my pillow and the tears took over and he noticed I was crying.
                   "Honey, come here. Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you cry ... so early." He joked. "I was just playing. I'm sorry babe, I thought you were giving me crap like you always do." he wiped my tears and stroked my hair. " I love you so much," he whispered.
                    "I love you too honey, and it's okay." I murmured. "I'm just sensitive these days,"
                     He kissed my forhead. "I love you,"

stress relief ... for my other half.

      Yesterday, hubby was having a very hard time with the day to day stresses of life. Things have been piling up for him lately and I just felt awful. He's unhappy at his job but since we are expecting a child and we made the decision for me to leave my job a few weeks ago, leaving his job at this time is not an option. On top of that, there's been drama between his brother and him, and another famliy issue arose last night. I went out and bought a wooden hairbrush, a little larger than the one we already have. I left it in the top drawer in the bathroom with a note saying "Darling, I know how much you LOVE the hairbrush, so I thought I'd get you one to cover more area :) I've been naughty, and I know you could use some stress relief." then I jotted a note to look in the top drawer on a sticky note and stuck it on the inside of the cabinet where our toothpaste is kept.
       I waited patiently for hubby to get home from work (he works the night shift). When he came in, I kissed him, and hugged him tight.
       He gathered his clothes per usual and headed for the shower. When he finally came back, he was holding the hairbrush and note in his hand, a small smile on his face. "You're cute, you know." he said quietly. He came and sat on the bed beside me and I piled the pillows in the middle of the bed and bent over them. He paddled me with that hairbrush pretty hard but gave me plenty of breaks and as the spanks rained down, the tension washed away.
        I was relieved to see that one of the things that helps me deal with stress was also beginning to help him too. I had previously thought this was something he did only for me, but I'm seeing now that he's benefiting as well.