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.
Friday, November 5, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
surprised
Well, my darling husband surprised me last night. Just before bedtime, he looked at me with a cute little smile and said, "aren't you supposed to be getting a 'pankin tonight?"
I looked up at him. "Yeah, with the cane?" I teased.
"It's your choice. But if you choose the cane, it'll be 50 on each cheek instead of 25." he announced.
"Fine," I said, thinking it'd be no sweat. BOY, was I wrong. After 50, I was panting and my bottom was sore, sore, sore. And, to top it off, he looked at me after and said,
"I don't think that's gonna do the trick,"
I looked up, shocked. I felt like my eyes might pop out of my head. "WHAT!"
"25 more on each." he decided.
"But WHY!?" I complained. "I wasn't even bad today,"
As he started the added 25, he reminded me, "You bit me a few times. You weren't all that good."
When my spanking was finished, I was close to tears and my bottom was hot and sore. I put my hand back and rubbed it, and could feel the tiny welts beneath my fingers. "Ouchh," I complained. "That hurt!"
"Good. It's supposed to. Isn't that the point?"
=D Well, I guess it is!
I looked up at him. "Yeah, with the cane?" I teased.
"It's your choice. But if you choose the cane, it'll be 50 on each cheek instead of 25." he announced.
"Fine," I said, thinking it'd be no sweat. BOY, was I wrong. After 50, I was panting and my bottom was sore, sore, sore. And, to top it off, he looked at me after and said,
"I don't think that's gonna do the trick,"
I looked up, shocked. I felt like my eyes might pop out of my head. "WHAT!"
"25 more on each." he decided.
"But WHY!?" I complained. "I wasn't even bad today,"
As he started the added 25, he reminded me, "You bit me a few times. You weren't all that good."
When my spanking was finished, I was close to tears and my bottom was hot and sore. I put my hand back and rubbed it, and could feel the tiny welts beneath my fingers. "Ouchh," I complained. "That hurt!"
"Good. It's supposed to. Isn't that the point?"
=D Well, I guess it is!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Moving on ...
It seems that J has overcome his fear of "hurting" the baby while spanking me. He is careful as always, and pays attention to my body language etc but he has completely gotten over the "I must be gentle" phase. I was spanked with the hairbrush Sunday for our weekly reminder spanking (that has NOT been occuring since we discovered our little one was on the way) and though it doesn't take as much to get through to me anymore since I am SUPER sensitive, he spanked me to tears. Yesterday he worked the day shift so we were able to spend the night together, and we took advantage of it and had a "date night." Before bed, he paddled me. He only gave me 30 on each cheek, but by the end I was panting and my bottom was VERY hot and sore. This morning, he squeezed my bum and whispered in my ear, "Is your butt still sore from last night?"
"No, sir." I answered quietly.
"Huh." he grinned. "Guess I'll have to do it again, tonight."
My heart started thumping in my chest. I love when he talks about spanking me. After a few moments I said, "You can use the cane tonight." We have a 4 rod short acrylic cane that causes some sting but isn't too bad.
"The black one?" he asked.
I was puzzled. "What?" I raised an eyebrow. "We don't have a black one,"
"Oh, I thought you said strap." his face nearly split in half he was grinning so wide.
"No ... I said CANE!" I clarified.
"Well what I heard was, 'You can use the black strap tonight, sir.' " he looked at me, his eyes gentle but his expression was now firm.
My heart dropped. I hate that thing. I groaned.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly, running his hand through my hair. "Are you scared?"
"Yes sir," I murmured.
He shook his head, and told me not to be scared. "I'll use whatever I choose." he told me, reminding me it was his decision and I would abide by it.
I nodded meekly. "Yes sir," I whispered, knowing full well that I'd be strapped tonight. It's his favorite.
He should be home in about 10 minutes, and quite honestly, I'm nervous. I'll let you know tomorrow how it goes!
"No, sir." I answered quietly.
"Huh." he grinned. "Guess I'll have to do it again, tonight."
My heart started thumping in my chest. I love when he talks about spanking me. After a few moments I said, "You can use the cane tonight." We have a 4 rod short acrylic cane that causes some sting but isn't too bad.
"The black one?" he asked.
I was puzzled. "What?" I raised an eyebrow. "We don't have a black one,"
"Oh, I thought you said strap." his face nearly split in half he was grinning so wide.
"No ... I said CANE!" I clarified.
"Well what I heard was, 'You can use the black strap tonight, sir.' " he looked at me, his eyes gentle but his expression was now firm.
My heart dropped. I hate that thing. I groaned.
"What's the matter?" he asked softly, running his hand through my hair. "Are you scared?"
"Yes sir," I murmured.
He shook his head, and told me not to be scared. "I'll use whatever I choose." he told me, reminding me it was his decision and I would abide by it.
I nodded meekly. "Yes sir," I whispered, knowing full well that I'd be strapped tonight. It's his favorite.
He should be home in about 10 minutes, and quite honestly, I'm nervous. I'll let you know tomorrow how it goes!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
chaos
Things are crazy in my life right now. On top of the pregnancy (my first- and definitely much more emotionally crazy than I imagined!), my husband and I have decided that I needed to leave my current job. I was highly stressed out and was not being treated the way I should have been. I am an early childhood teacher and have spent the past three years growing and bonding with most of the children in my class. It is not going to be easy leaving them behind, but I need to put myself and my family first. I know that I can always visit them, but it's just difficult. Many of the preschoolers I have now, I knew as infants, some as young as 6 weeks old. I have been looking for something part time and though I know my husband makes enough to support us for the time being, I find myself panicking about not having a second income.
On top of this, today is the two year anniversary of my cousins death. He was killed in a drunk driving accident. I cant stop thinking about him and all of the people I've lost who were close to me. It's just been a very difficult day for me. Thanks for letting me vent, even if no one is listening.
On top of this, today is the two year anniversary of my cousins death. He was killed in a drunk driving accident. I cant stop thinking about him and all of the people I've lost who were close to me. It's just been a very difficult day for me. Thanks for letting me vent, even if no one is listening.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
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.
"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.
Monday, October 4, 2010
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.
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.
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