Ask, and you shall receive

   While J was at work last night, we had a text conversation where I asked him to spank me (again!) last night. I'd been spanked three out of the four previous nights, and I was feeling a little insecure about asking for more. I explained to him that I wasn't sure why but lately I'd been feeling like I needed a spanking every day. He was very receptive, and promised me a spanking when he got home.
   He still wasn't feeling that great (his neck has been bothering him, causing him to have terrible headaches), and I felt guilty that he was going to have to deal with spanking me on top of his pain.
   I almost told him he could wait til the morning, since usually he feels better earlier in the day, but once we went into the bedroom, he set the alarm clock, then went straigjht to the drawer. Ok, I guess we're on, I thought, just a little nervously. I saw him pull out the black strap and felt the pit in the bottom of my stomach start gurgling.
   "Do you want to lay down or kneel on the couch?" he asked gently.
   "I think my belly's too big to lay down, now .. so I'll kneel," I replied, grabbing my stuffed animal and making my way to the couch. I got into position, grasping my Stitch in front of me, resting my face in his belly.
   "Take your pants down," J ordered.
   I reached back and pulled them down, my legs quivering in anticipation. I knew this was what I asked for, but I was still nervous about it. Quickly I grabbed onto my furry blue animal and buried my face.
   He did not start off easy. The strokes were measured and crisp. He'd give me about ten or so on each, alternating sides, then pause for a few seconds before starting again. The tv was acting up (stupid Charter) so he'd give me a set, then get up and tinker with it, flipping the box on and off, then come back and give me another set. After only about three of these, I had tears rolling down my cheeks. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would. I really think that the breaks and pauses made all the difference. Lately, my spankings had been straight through, really no breaks to speak of, so I'd spent the entire time fighting the pain (and the emotions I was bottling up at the same time). When there was a pause in pain, the emotions starting surging against my walls, slowly cracking them and finally gushing through. He finally got the tv working and now stood beside me as I sobbed silently into my stuffed animal, bringing the strap down again and again on my burning butt.
   I kept thinking it had to be almost over, since usually my spankings end pretty soon after I start crying. But it didnt, the strap just kept coming down. Finally, after about 5-7 more sets, he stopped, and went to the drawer. I assumed he was putting the strap away and getting some lotion for me, but when he came back, fire lashed across my backside and I squealed, more tears pouring from my eyes.
   He'd gotten the loopy johnny. He brought it down rapid fire maybe 10 or 12 times before I threw my hand back.
   I'd tried so hard to keep them in front of me, but something about that God-awful implement steals my common sense and I just cant help myself. "Owwww," I sobbed.
   "I'm going to give you 35 more on each and then it'll be done, okay?"
   I just whimpered.
   "Move your hand, baby." he ordered.
   I did, and sobbed through the last part of my spanking. It hurt so bad, I kept thinking to myself this is what I get for asking for a spanking. When it was finally over, he put the loopy away and sat down on the bed, calling me to him. I caught sight of myself in the mirror as I went over and I looked like a hot mess. My hair was sticking to my wet cheeks, my make up running down in black rivers. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped my face and blew my nose, then went to J. I climbed into bed with him and he wrapped me in his arms.
   He kissed me, and asked if I was okay.
   Still crying, I assured him I was okay, and snuggled against his chest.
   He asked if that helped, and I nodded.
   It did. It hurt like hell at the time, but it was just what I needed to pull myself from the funk. As I lay in his arms, drawing deep breaths of air, I felt myself returning to a sense of calm. Everything was perfect.