good girl spanking ... or not?

Yesterday was the "anniversary" of J and I when we first started dating. I had almost fogotten, but when I remembered, I texted J to remind him. He worked overtime yesterday, so he wasn't home for most of the day. He told me through text that I'd be receiving a celebratory spanking. However, when he got home, he was tired and feeling sick. I told him I could wait until today for my spanking, because I knew he'd worked hard all day and  he deserved a rest. While we were laying in bed, I was bratting a little and just giving small doses of sass and being playful. Part of our conversation strayed to the mess our bedroom was becoming again. He said, "You're lucky I dont spank you for all the clutter." To which I replied, "Yeah, yeah.."\
     He told me that I was "adding lashings," and that he'd be choosing the "weapon" with which I'd be spanked today.
      Most of our spankings occur at night because we have a roommate who is home during the day so the only real alone time we get is at bed time. Our roommate bought a puppy over the weekend, and since he went to the football game tonight, I have been busting my butt between taking her outside to pee/poop, cleaning up her accidents, and keeping her out of trouble. I alslo did the dishes and a load of laundry. J texted me to see how things were going and I informed him of all the stuff I'd done tonight while he was working, and he replied telling me that he sees a good girl spanking in my future! I asked if that meant my kinda sassy spanking was cancelled out, and he called me to tell me that he'd be using the strap, but he'd go "easy" on me. There is nothing about that strap that says GOOD GIRL SPANKING to me. I'm beginning to wonder what tonight holds for me. Cross your fingers for me!

Birthday Spanks

       Friday was hubby's 30th birthday. He works second shift which made it  impossible for us to celebrate with our families on his birthday, so we planned a nice dinner at our home for my famliy and his family to get together and celebrate.
       When he got home from work on Friday night, I whispered to him that he was going to get a bday spanking, and started giggling. He just shook his head and told me no.
        The birthday dinner was a success, and most of the food got eaten. It's always nice getting our families together, especially since soon they will be seeing a lot of each other, when the baby comes. A good time was had by all and the birthday boy certainly enjoyed himself.
         After everyone had gone, we sat on the couch together and when our roommate went to the bathroom, I looked at my husband with a mischeivous glimmer in my eye. "Know what I'm gonna use for your birthday spanking?"
        He grinned back. "What?"
         "The black strap!" I gave him a smug look and turned away to stifle my giggle. I hate that evil strap.
         He started laughing. "Ohh, no." he shook his head.
         "Yup!"
          We didn't go to bed for another hour or so, and I wasn't even sure if he was going to let me go through with it. When we did go to bed, he laid down on his stomach and was stretching, so I jumped on the opportunity. I opened the punishment drawer and pulled the strap out and came and sat beside him.
          "Are we doing a straight 30 or should I do 30 on each cheek?" I asked, teasing him.
           "No, no. You're not doing 30 on each..." he said.
           I started tapping the strap on his left cheek. I didn't bother pulling his shorts down or anything even though he always spanks me bare. I thought he'd feel it enough through his basketball shorts. I gave him the first 10 and then rubbed his cheeks. "Does it hurt?" I asked.
            He wouldn't respond.
            "Honey, I'm trying to go gentle so tell me if it hurts!" I insisted.
            Still, he said nothing.
             "Okay," I said, and raised the strap again. I gave him another 10, a little harder this time, then paused to rub his bum again. "That's 20, does it hurt yet?" I heard nothing but silence so I gave him the final 10. "There. That's 30...."
             "That wasn't 30," he bragged. "I barely felt that."
              I started laughing, and gave him another 20 or so moderate smacks with the strap, then reached over to the dresser and grabbed the brush. I tugged his shorts down and tapped it on his boxer briefs.
              "What is that? NO." he argued.
               I started giving him smacks with it, increasing intensity as I went. I could see him wincing. "Done yet?" I asked.
                "I cant give up. You know that," he told me.
                 Ha. Men and their pride. I gave him 10 more and put the brush back on the dresser and sat back down beside him.
                 "Rub it! It hurts," he whined.
                  I massaged his bum for him and smiled to myself because I am usually the one to ask him to rub my bum. LOL.
                  He got up, and asked, "Baby can you do me a favor?"
                  "Sure," I replied.
                  "Can you go get me a beer? And, on your way back, get me the brush." he had an evil grin on his face.
                  "What! It's not my birthday yet," I complained.
                    He announced he was giving me thirty swats for his birthday.
                    I got up and got him the beer, and handed him the hairbrush with it when I came back into the room. I laid down on top of my body pillow to alleviate the pressure on my belly. "I better get to keep my yoga pants up since you kept your shorts on,"
                   He graciously kept them up, but certainly didn't go as lightly as I did.
                    I yelped and bucked and at about 11 I rolled off the pillow, clutching my butt. "No, I cant .. it hurts too much!"
                   "Get back over. Ill give you 15 and 15 and then give you a break between your next thirty." he promised.
                   So, I rolled back over and got back on the pillow.
                   "But since you moved, you're getting those 11 again."
                   I gritted my teeth and somehow made it through the first thirty. I buried my face in the blanket in front of me, trying to supress the tears that already threatened to break. When he announced the next thirty were coming I tried to hold my breath but after about 5 or 6 I was crying out again that I couldn't do it, the tears started rolling down my cheeks and I flipped off the pillow.
                 "Get back over, Heather." he demanded firmly.
                   I buried my face in my pillow and the tears took over and he noticed I was crying.
                   "Honey, come here. Are you okay? I didn't mean to make you cry ... so early." He joked. "I was just playing. I'm sorry babe, I thought you were giving me crap like you always do." he wiped my tears and stroked my hair. " I love you so much," he whispered.
                    "I love you too honey, and it's okay." I murmured. "I'm just sensitive these days,"
                     He kissed my forhead. "I love you,"

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.

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!

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!

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.

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