Spoke Too Soon

     The other day, I was texting with a dd friend and mentioned that J had told me when we swapped the baby that he was going to "tan my hide" when he got home from work. She then asked if he was just wanting to spank me just because or if I'd gotten in trouble. I (kind of proudly, might I add?) told her that we hadn't had discipline in SOOO long.
    Fast forward to when J got home. I was tired. A few times while I waited for him to get home, I contemplated going to bed. Its not that I thought he'd be angry if I did, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how tired I was. I fought to keep my eyes open because I wanted needed the spanking. He was tired, too. He'd had a long night at work and he was sore. He showered, we talked for a bit, and we climbed into bed. He hadn't mentioned the spanking at all, and I was starting to feel like he'd forgotten.
     Huge swells of emotion rose in me. Anger - how could he forget AGAIN? hurt - doesnt he care about me? frustration - I didn't ask for him to spank me, he told me thats what was going to happen. Why would he threaten it if he didn't intend to actually do it? confusion - he said one thing, and is doing another.
     Then, reason smacked me upside the head. He is tired, just like you. Give the man a break, he deserves it. He is not trying to hurt you, he has a lot of other things on his mind. When I looked at the big picture, it wasn't a huge deal, and I realized that my emotions were probably getting the best of me. Once I reminded myself that I shouldn't get upset or worked up or think too much about things like this. My eyes closed and I was starting to feel drowsy.
     Suddenly, J's mouth was next to my ear. "Tomorrow morning, I'm going to tan your hide."
     Since I was already half way to dream land (yep, thats my story and I'm stickin' to it!), I scoffed and said, "No you wont." My eyes didn't even open.
     "Yes I will." he said sternly.
     "Yeah, okay...."
     He looked at me. "Go to the drawer, I'm going to spank you now."
     "No!" I insisted. "I don't want one."
     "You're getting one, for being fresh. Now get up and get the small brush." he ordered.
     I looked at him. "Nope." It was a clear challenge. Let me add here that I am not usually like this. I dont think I've ever flat out refused to obey him like that. I mean sure, sometimes I play around and resist or fight it a little before obeying, but I usually always do as he tells me. I don't know why, but in that moment, I just would not submit.
     He was going to have to make me, and he knew it. "Either you can get the small brush or I'm going to get up and choose something." he threatened. "You have until ten ... three, four, five..."
     I jumped up and ran to the drawer, getting the hairbrush and running back, pouting. "That's not fair, you started at three!"
     He took the hairbrush from me and waited for me to climb back in bed. "Butt in the air." he commanded.
     I got up on my elbows and knees.
     He started right in with the hairbrush. He spanked hard and fast, and before long, my bottom half had stretched out along the bed, my body flat. "Did I tell you to lay down?" he asked, pausing.
     Whimpering, I raised my ass again, knowing he was just going to keep smacking it.
     And, he did. But not for much longer. When he finished, my bottom stung and it certainly had made an impression. He informed me that was a preview for the morning. Then, he put the brush aside and held me.


    
     Guess who didn't get spanked the next morning? That's right, me. I was sure to let J know that the previous night's spanking was unjust since clearly I was not "being fresh" but merely being "realistic".
     Yeah, that didn't go over well either :p