I can’t seem to write anything right now, I am stuck. I’m not sure why I’ve been holding onto this post (below), but I did so I will post it now. It’s from a week or so ago. —-
Last Saturday was a long day. The spanking I last wrote about happened two nights before or it might have been the night before. I can’t remember. Saturday night was a very different spanking under very different circumstances and produced very different results.
The past week had been filled with moments of aggravation and snappiness. I hate channel flipping, seriously – the aggravation. I also hate talking and answering annoying questions early in the morning…that’s where the snappiness comes in. On more than one occasion I heard “you better knock it off”, got some glaring stares, or saw one of those grins that doesn’t necessarily convey happiness. Apparently these were warning signs, and I didn’t think too much of them. That was why when I got the text “p sp for you soon” – my first thought was “for what????”. I didn’t get the chance to talk to him for several hours after that, we were in public. So, there I was, very nervous, confused, and a little ticked. When we finally talked I found out what for – the reasons mentioned above. I didn’t realize that some of those things were bothering him that much, but I can’t say that I hadn’t been warned. The rest of the day I spent sucking up and being very sweet. I even made custard for dessert (which he loves). I am pretty sure he knew what I was doing… he said with perceptive grin “oh your making custard, maybe your spanking will be less severe”. I told him I hoped that we could just skip it all together, but all I got was “are you kidding me?” Guess not.
My next tactic was Sara’s panty trick. Never been seen before – super hot – lacy- pink panties. I was hoping to distract but he was obviously not paying attention. Oh well…. The emotion of the day had built up the tension in the pit of my stomach, but it was the sight of the spoon that brought it to the surface. I can’t begin to tell you the emotional reaction that spoon causes in me, I’m not sure why it’s been granted such power, but it’s there. After he began spanking, and btw I was surprisingly still, it did not take long at all. I was crying and crying and crying. He stopped and rubbed my back for a while, I though he was done but he was not. It just went on from there… and it was a relief when it was over. It was a rare moment for us. I don’t get punishment spankings very often, nor do I usually have such outwardly emotional reactions. I snuggled up to him and settled in for the night. I felt like we were a little closer, connected somehow by offense, payment, and reconciliation. He asked if I was ok, and yes I was fine. I think that is nice of him to ask but strikes me as funny. If he’s so worried about me being ok, stop using the spoon – then I will be just fine.