Post Created Oct 10, 2010 1:49:38 PM

losing ground

I have no idea what happened last night. We were laying in bed together, and I reached over and pinched J's arm, in hopes to provoke a little spanking. He yanked the covers off me and gave me a solid smack. I turned my face up to him, smiling a little.
    "Do you want another one?" he asked.
    I nodded.
     "Just one?" he pushed.
     I shook my head. "No sir."
     He started swatting my backside, making it sting nicely. After a moment he asked, "Go get the black strap,"
    "Nooo," I whined. "It hurts too much.."
    "It's too much work to use my hand the whole time. It hurts my arm," he explained. "Can I use something?"
    "Yeah, just not the strap,"
    "Fine, I won't use the black one." he agreed, getting up off the bed.
     "NO! Not the other one, either." I pouted, "they hurt too much now." I have been super sensitive lately, and the leather is just too much. This was supposed to be a fun spanking, not a punishment.
      Still, he brought the doubled pink strap. He sat beside me and told me I was getting 80 on each cheek.
      I moaned, burying my face in the pillow in front of me. After about 30 on one cheek I was wiggling around, it stung so much! I couldn't keep myself still, it reall hurt. I put my feet up to block my butt.
     "Move your feet," he said, but I didn't. He sighed, and laid back down on the bed. He didn't say a word, and as I lay over the pillows waiting for him to say or do something, the silence enveloped me and I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole.
      Tears started streaming down my cheeks because I had no idea what I had done to make him so upset with me, and I felt like spanking me was becoming a burden to him. Just as I was about to put my pillows back in place and just lay down for bed, he sat back up and started strapping me again.
       He said nothing until he'd completed the 80 on both cheeks (through which I'd done my very best to stay still and keep my feet down despite the nearly unbearable burn). When he'd finished, he laid back and said, "There's your 80." there was nothing else after it, no hugs, no rubbing, no words.
       I felt crushed. I didn't know what was happening, but this didn't feel right. This didn't feel like our usual spankings, even play ones, when he would pull me to him and kiss me and tell me he loved me. I just moved my pillows back in place and curled up against them, facing away from him. I let my tears fall silently down my cheeks, hoping that he wouldn't notice I was crying.

This morning things felt alright between us, and he kissed me and told me he loved me before he left to finish a painting job he'd begun with his brother yesterday. However, I am still so confused and slightly hurt over what happened. I don't know how to bring it up to him, or even to explain why I felt/feel hurt.

punished.

    Yesterday, I was cranky and a complete brat. Everything that J said to me caused me to roll my eyes or toss a sarcastic remark at him. A few times, he'd raised his eyebrow and said nothing, and a few times after that, he'd asked me why I was being so fresh. We were invited to my father's house for dinner since my younger sister was home for the weekend. On our way there, J said something that wasn't correct (I cant remember now what it was,) and I pointed out his mistake and then teased him about it, laughing. He just turned and looked at me and said, "I cant wait to get you home and spank your ass,"
    That caught my attention. Immediately, I began back-pedaling and trying to redeem myself. "No, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it,"
    "Yes you did. You're getting 80 with the black strap," he announced firmly.
     Panic set in. With my hormones going haywire, I have been SUPER sensitive lately. Even just a spanking with his hand has been intense at times, where usually it takes much more than his hand to get through to me. "NO, please not the strap! Please baby, I'm sorry..."
    He shook his head. "Nope. You're getting it. You deserve it, you've been naughty all day."
    I turned and looked out the window, silenced by my sentence.
    He laughed. "Whats the matter, baby?"
    "Nothing," I pouted.

     We got to my dads, and had a nice dinner and spent some time with my family. My aunt and uncle were also there with my cousins, and it was nice to see everyone together. After dinner, while my dad and uncle and J were watching football, I fell asleep on the couch. When I finally woke up we went home, since it was getting closer to the time my brother and sister had to start getting ready for bed. School night, and all.

      At home, we sat on the couch with our roommate for a while. J got up to go change into more comfortable clothes and I followed him into the room to steal a few kisses. As I walked in, he was taking off his belt. I recognized the look in his eye and turned to walk out of the room again. He caught my arm and smiled at me, then kissed my forehead. He doubled his belt over and turned me around.
     "Baby no please!" I cried, but he gave me a few whacks anyway. "Ouchh," I complained, rubbing my sore butt. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please honey, I don't want the black strap. I'm so sensitive lately, and I'm already so sore from playing last night." I pouted.
      He kissed my forehead. "Sorry babe. It's the only way."
     For the rest of the night, I pleaded my case. Finally, he stopped, and thought about it. "I'll reduce your sentence, but that's it." he agreed. "70 on each cheek."
      My heart sank. "That's still a lot! I don't think I can do it."
      He didn't reply. When we finally went to bed, he laid down across it. "How about this? If you massage my back, because it's really tight and sore, I'll only give you 50 on each."
       I jumped on it. I knew this was his way of giving me the break I needed without giving in to my pleading. He knew that my tolerance level was way low. I massaged his back, kneading the knots out of his tense muscles. When his massage was over, I lay down beside him and he pulled me into his arms, and kissed my temple. He held me close for a couple of minutes before telling me to roll over. I moaned. "Aw, babyy..."
     He got up and went to the drawer, taking out the strap and carrying it over to the bed.  "Roll over right now Heather,"
     "Baby please," I pleaded.
     "Now." he demanded. He folded my body pillow in half and patted it. "I want you to face that way, and I want your butt right here."
       I did as I was told, nervously. I felt him immediately pull down my sweatpants and panties, and a whimper escaped my lips.
      "Fifty on each, ready baby?"
       I shook my head no, but he started anyway. As soon as he did it was like fire on my skin. Fifty first on the right cheek and I was squealing and squirming around, putting my hands back and trying anything to escape that awful strap. He caught my hand and his fingers intertwined with mine, holding it out of the way but reminding me that he was there, and he loved me. He paused before moving to the other cheek. "Please J, I really don't think I can do it, it hurts too much,"
      Ignoring my plea, he gave me the rest of my fifty and as he got up to return the strap to its place, I started sobbing. I was a bit surprised that I was crying after only 50 on each. On a regular day, fifty on each is the finale of a much longer, harder punishment. He came back to bed and pulled me back into his arms, kissing me and stroking my hair. "I love you honey,"
      "I love you too, babe."

I fell asleep cuddled up to him, feeling safe and loved.

raging hormones and NO sleep :-/

My hormones have been doing a number on me...one minute I am happy, the next I am irritated and angry for no reason, and still the next, I am a teary eyed mess. We have been playing only VERY lightly, as J is pretty concerned about hurting the baby although most of the research I have done says that spanking is safe just like sex and exercise as long as it is not overly severe (which they never have been). I just miss his hands making my bottom smart :(

NEED ADVICE !!

My husband and I have found out that I am about 5 weeks pregnant! I am wondering if anyone has any advice or knows if it is safe to be spanked while you are pregnant? We have been waiting for this day for a very long time and we want to do everything possible to keep our un-born child safe. I would give up spanking for the term of my pregnancy in a heartbeat if I am told that it is unsafe, but would love to have the best of both worlds. I tend to need a lot of stress relief spankings so I know that they would be emotionally useful for me throughout the pregnancy but again, do not want to risk it. Any information you have to share is greatly appreciated !! :)

thanks guys!

weekly list addressed....

Lately, J has been giving me lots of "warm-up" spankings before my weekly reminders. I'll get a few spankings through out the day, leading up to the big one at bed time. Sunday night, J gave me a short spanking but wasn't feeling well so did not give me my full punishment that night. Yesterday, I was given a two-minute hand spanking in the morning on my bare bottom. We spent the day in Boston walking around and enjoying the sunshine and when we got home, I was given another spanking. At bed time, J ordered me to bend over the arm of the loveseat. He went to the punishment drawer and pulled out the three straps we own, the black strap, the five fingered strap, and the new doubled pink strap. He bared my bottom right off the bat and started with the pink strap. He informed me I'd be getting twenty for not doing the laundry I was asked to do. When he says "twenty" he means each cheek. Twenty consecutive strokes on each cheek. After those, he picked up the black strap and  announced I would be getting FORTY on each cheek for not cleaning the coffee table because I was asked last week :-/ ... OUCH. Then I was spanked with the five fingered strap for "general sassiness" as J calls it...25 each cheek! After that he alternated straps and blistered my bottom for a little longer, telling me, "these are just  so you'll remember."

All in all, it was an OUCHY spanking, but I kinda knew I had it coming. The past week had been really tough on us and I admittedly slacked on a lot of chores last week because I was so sad and depressed about J's schedule change and the fact I was seeing him less than half as much as in the summer. I'm glad that he punished me and that we were able to stablize grounds/roles again and I know this week I will do much better =]

its the love...

This week has been absolutely exhausting. Work has been a whirlwind, and since the summer is over, J is back on the night shift. That in itself has been hard on me. I don't like spending my nights alone and I miss talking to him, and the WORST part is going to bed alone. It is so hard falling asleep without him by my side. This morning we slept in together and cuddled most of the morning away. J gave me a short but firm hand spanking that made my bum smart. A little while later he rolled me over and started smacking my tender cheeks. I squealed, and started to rub a spot that particularly stung.
"Oh, that was just a love tap," he reminded me.
"I still can feel it!" I pouted.
"It's the love you feel, not the tap."
This made sense and I nodded my head. "Yes sir!" I whole-heartedly agreed.

It's true. After all is said and done, it's the love I feel that keeps me coming back for more.