What can I say? I needed it, just a little one to dull the craving. Last night the kids were both at sleepovers. All I could think about was what a terrible waste of an empty house to not use this opportunity for a good, loud spanking. It was about 1:30am, I was so restless, and finally I thought “screw it! what do I care about bruising anyway?” I don’t plan on pulling my pants down for anyone else anytime soon anyway! As long a he stays in the area my swimsuit covers it shouldn’t be a problem. So I asked for a handspanking, we can see how it goes. He was half asleep but indulged me anyway. He probably knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop flip flopping all over the bed unless he did something about it. It was good, a small relief and I was happy, but I longed for intensity. Do I sound like an addict yet? If not I will soon. I miss the anticipation of a good spanking. I miss laying across his lap and having him hold my hand, trying to pin me down and keep me still. I miss trying to stay still. I miss the leather paddle, the belt, and even that stupid wood spoon. I miss the heavenly rush of energy that escapes my body as I hit the point where I just can’t fight it anymore. It miss the feeling of total exhaustion and relaxation after it’s over. I miss the rubbing and touching and the……is it getting hot in here or what?