Attitude? Adjusted.

In my defense, it had been a long week. We were sitting together before J left for work and I was being pretty sassy, but playfully! I didn't think J was going to take me seriously. I was wrong. He told me I had "an attitude that needs adjusting." I just shook my head and giggled, still not taking him seriously.

When he got home from work I was laying on the couch holding the baby, who was starting to wake. We talked while I fed him about J's night at work and random things. After the baby was fed and changed I put him back down. I sat with J for a bit longer, then told him I was going to lay down soon. He replied, "yeah on your belly or on your side," which made me blush a deep red. He continued, "let's just go now then because I don't want you to fall asleep." he used the doggin bat to warm me up. Then, he announced that I'd be getting 150. That sounded like a lot to me but I bit my tongue. He started and instantly my butt was on fire! He did things differently this time. Usually he does all one side then all the next. This time he alternated every few swats. I don't know which is worse, but it hurt. I was shocked at how much it hurt, actually. I didn't realize at the time that he'd switched to the black strap and I thought he was just using the doggin bat harder. There were times throughout the strapping that I thought about asking him to stop. Eventually I threw my hand back to get some sort of break, but he just grabbed it and spanked on. It felt like the hardest spanking I'd ever had, though J told me after that he wasn't going hard at all. When it was finished, I cried. J held me and made sure I was okay. Then we talked. He asked if it hurt and I told him yes. That was when I was informed he'd switched to the strap for the 150. I told him I almost asked him to stop and he replied, "well I wouldn't have. I told you how many you were going to get." I swear, someone has stolen my man and replaced him with a more stern one. It feels good though.

We had a busy weekend ahead. A thirtieth birthday party on the cape and then a Marthas Vineyard trip after that to close out the weekend. As we finished packing Saturday morning, J said something and I rolled my eyes. Immediately he asked, "do I need to pack a strap in case you get out of line?" I shook my head, pouting. "no sir!" he gave me a long look before the deciding. "Okay. But remember I've always got my belt on,"

Point taken.