I have noticed, more so in the last couple of weeks than ever before, that my husband is becoming quite the spanko.
We were walking alongside the harbor on the Vineyard this weekend, and I noticed a girl in a bikini, who's butt was BARELY covered by her bathing suit.
I giggled and pointed her out to Jack.
He reached over and grabbed my bum. "Makes me wanna spank you," he whispered.
Anytime we see a wooden spoon or something that could be used as an implement, he'll whisper "wapishhhh" and give my cheeks a squeeze, or something to the effect. If I ask for a spanking, I better be ready for whatever he feels like dishing out, because once he's started, he's not stopping til he feels like it. It's funny to think that at one point I was worried that he would totally balk against the idea of spanking me, and that it took a lot of convincing to get him to spank me and take the control that he now has. I don't think all the convincing in the world could get him to stop now!
I am beginning to realize that sometimes, things just take time. You can't rush things and make them progress faster than they're meant to. Patience and honest communication are essential in any relationship, and a thousand times more so in a spanking relationship, in order to find what works for you and your loved one.
