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

A Weird Feeling

   So I got my good girl spanking last night. It was nice. He started out with the doubled pink strap, lightly, and it felt VERY good. There were some harder strokes but it felt good. He alternated between this strap and and his hand. Once my butt was warm and tingly, he had me stand up in front of him, and he strapped me. It wasn't very hard, but it did hurt a little. The mild pain quickly melted into pleasure, warming and caressing my skin. Then he had me get back on the couch, and after a little more spanking with his hand, he told me he was going to finish off the spanking with a number of things. I asked what this meant and he said he was going to get some implements, and I'd be getting sets of them. This made me a little uneasy for some reason, but I just nodded my agreement. I could hear him shuffling around in the drawer, and when he came back, I pushed my bottom out for him. As soon as I felt the first implement kiss my skin I jumped, saying "OUCH! What is that?!" and looking over my shoulder. The loopy.
   The tone of my spanking immediately changed. It felt all of a sudden like a bad girl spanking, and it broke my mindset. I lost the good feelings I had from the beginning of the spanking.
   He was using it lightly but it still stung. He only used it for a minute or two, then put it away, and started using the bigger hairbrush. He gave me slow, light, deliberate strokes and these felt good. I was a little surprised that it could feel good because usually the hairbrush hurts but it was totally different when being used nicely. I started to get back in the groove of the spanking, but I couldn't totally let go and enjoy myself fully. He then used the paddle, which also felt surprisingly good. I think there was another implement used as well, but I cant really remember.
   I laid beside him in bed for a bit, and we talked a little. He asked me if it was a good good girl spanking, and I confessed that it felt a little like a bad girl spanking. I told him that the loopy kind of changed the tone for me, and it was hard to get past that, but otherwise it was a very good spanking. 
   I still was extremely turned on from the spanking, as most good girl spankings leave me feeling, and I showed my appreciation.

   Long after the lovin was finished, I lay in bed thinking. It had seemed to me that J was sort of wanting to spank me harder than a good girl spanking warranted. I felt confused because I wanted a bit harder of a spanking as well, but was left feeling a little miffed that the spanking wasn't quite the good girl spanking I'd expected. Confused, I thought about it for a long time, and the conclusion I came to was this. Because I'd been promised a good girl spanking for doing all that I was supposed to, that's what I'd prepared myself for. So when it was a little harder than a good girl spanking usually is, I got thrown off track. Now, had J said something like "I want to spank you and it's going to be hard, but it's not because you were bad, I just want to..." that would have been a different story. I believe I still would have been extremely turned on, because I mean .. that's hot. I love when he flexes his dominance. MMM. SO long story short, I think I just put myself into a mindset before it happened and it wasn't a flexible enough mindset to accept the harder swats / the loopy johnny being introduced. Is that weird?

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.

The Luckiest (:

    There was no spanking Sunday night. Jack was too tired and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Monday morning I slept in, cuddling with Jack until about 10:00 :)
We got up and had cereal for breakfast, and played with our dog for a while in the living room. We made a delicious Salad together for lunch, and after we finished eating, Jack got up from the couch and put the dog in her crate.
    "Come on," he said, walking into the bedroom.
    I followed him in, and saw the hairbrush and the five-fingered strap already laid out on the bed. My heart dropped. "Are you serious?" I asked, fear pumping through my body.
     We sat down on the bed together and he looked at me. "What?" he asked, grinning widely.
    "Those are the worst ones..." I murmured, looking up at him, pleading with my eyes.
     "Which one do you want me to start with?" he asked.
    "Your hand?" I said hopefully. When I saw him raise his eyebrow I quickly continued, "I won't bruise as much if you start with your hand...."
     He shook his head. "Which one of these do you want me to start with?" he repeated, his tone more firm than the last time.
     "Baaaabe, why can't you start with your hand?" I whined. "Pleasee!"
     "Alright, I'll start with the hairbrush," he decided, holding it up. His stern eyes gripped mine. "It's not your rules, babe." he reminded me. As I nodded he added, "it's about loss of control, so stop trying to gain it."
     I hung my head. "Yes sir." I got up and changed out of my sweatpants, pulling on thin pajama pants instead, knowing he wouldnt allow me to wear sweatpants to be spanked in.
    "Lay down. You can lay on the bed if you want," he offered. (Usually for these spankings he makes me bend over the arm of the couch in our room but I had killer cramps yesterday :( .. hes a good hubby!)
     "Thank you," I said, piling the pillows and laying over them. I held onto my stuffed animal and closed my eyes.
    He started out with hard spanks right from the start, and after only about 4 or 5 swats I was wiggling like crazy. He kept bringing that darn brush down over and over again.
    I felt him pulling my pajama pants down and knew that soon, that evil brush would be coming down on my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut and did my best to hold my hands in front of me, and did pretty well doing so until he started using the five fingered strap.
     After about a minute or so of that my bottom was aching and burning, and I threw my hands back to protect myself. "OW OW pleasee," I begged.
     "Go to the drawer and get me the black strap please," he ordered.
     I happily jumped up off the pillows, glad for a break, and kicked off my pants so I could walk across the room .I went to the drawer and got the black strap.
     "While you're there you might as well get the big paddle, also." Jack's voice said roughly behind me.
     I grabbed that, too, walking back to the bed slowly and handing them to my husband. I couldnt help but think how goddamn sexy he was, even if he was about to paddle my ass! 
     He gave me a smile. Mmm how I looooveeee that smile. "Get back over, sweetie." he nodded at the pillow pile.
     I climbed back over, adjusting myself so my bottom was a perfect target for him. Before I knew what was happening, both straps were coming down relentlessly on my sore, tender backside. It hurt like hell and I burst into tears before even a minute had passed of this, and he just kept going. I cried softly, hoping I wasn't sobbing to noticably (because in some sick way, I didn't want him to stop yet). All I could think about was how much it hurt and that the paddle was out and hadn't been used yet. I squeezed my stuffed animal as hard as I could, lying still and just crying.
     He picked up the paddle and gave me a couple of hearty smacks, causing me to cry out loudly. "Okay babe, ten on each cheek with this and that'll be the end," he said gently, giving my back a tender caress before beginning the whacks. Left, then right, left then right, he counted up to ten swats on each side, then gave me a couple with his hand for good measure.
     I laid over the pillows sobbing while he got up and put the weapons away.
     He came around to me, sitting beside me. "Come here my baby," he murmured, taking me into his arms. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my tears off my cheeks. "Are you okay love?"
     I nodded. "Yes sir," I whispered. "I love you."
     "I love you too, baby."
     "It didn't take long, today. I was bawling in no time. Usually I can hold out waay longer than that," I told him.
      He nodded, smiling sweetly. "I know, baby. It was the combination of both straps that overwhelmed you. Before you could recover from the first one the other strap had already hit you. How do you feel?"
      "Sore, and HOT, but better." I smiled contentedly. "I love you soo much!"
      While we argued over who loved the other more, I knew in my head that it's probably he who loves me more. He definitely puts up with way more things (and loves me despite them!) than I do. It is moments like these, however, that I know that our love will only grow and strengthen over time.  I really must be the luckiest girl in the world.