I don't really know how to start this post. I'm not too sure how to approach the subject matter. But it's getting to the point that I need, not exactly advice, but reassurance that we're not simply some crazy, kinky couple.
The thing is this: no-one told me how spanking would affect, well, you know what. You don't? How can I put this? That it would lead to, well, certain feelings. Feelings that won't be denied. Feelings that demand action!
I suppose I'm going to have to suppress my inner-prude, and explain.
And before you say anything, yes, I know I've never had a punishment or really been disciplined. But heck, Starman spanks really, really hard during our reaffirmation sessions. And they are lengthy too. And I get the bruises to prove it. And I've had to make a major investment in arnica gel.
But the spankings themselves - they have this effect on us. Well, mainly Starman. And that means that I get to benefit too. And well, actually, they have a certain effect on me too!
Starman has gone off on business for a couple of days 'up north' as we say. We sat in bed this morning drinking our usual cup of tea/coffee - whatever. For me it was a wonderful start to a Monday, because it was a "snow day". Yes, my school was closed due to heavy overnight snowfall! (Major disruption in the UK a bit of snow, I can tell you!) And we were chatting about everyday things.
"You took your nightie off" Starman was feeling down my hip.
"I was too hot. I thought I would be cold last night, but somehow I ended up boiling."
"Can I remember you asking if you could wear that thing?"
Hmmm. "I told you I wanted to wear it because it was so cold in our bedroom. Don't you remember?"
"What, when you went to bed?"
"Yes. You were watching the end of The Bourne Supremacy for the umpteenth time."
"Wonderful film." Starman thought for a minute.
"Oh yes, now I remember." Hmmmm. "But you took it off?"
Were we going round in circles or not?
"Yes. I felt stifled."
"Well that's a change isn't it? Remember those awful Victorian style high necked things you used to wear?"
"Darling, that was years ago! I've worn a tee-shirt style nightie for years!"
"Yes. With knickers. I remember telling you to lose the knickers once. You really had a go at me. Asked me what you'd do if there was a fire. Silly, stupid woman." He grinned affectionately at me, and immediately nestled deeply into the valley between my breasts.
"Well I hope you are enjoying yourself down there" I remarked.
"You have no idea" he mumbled, and pounced on a nipple which immediately grew to the size of Mount Everest.
Have they always done this? You know, I don't think they did before. I really can't remember. I'm getting forgetful in a lot of areas. But I don't think I'd forget this.
It causes me to moan and writhe like a wanton woman. And it does other things too. It makes me blush to think about it.
"Honey!" He came up for air.
His voice had sounded all HOH for a second.
Hmmm. This isn't maintenance morning. Or reaffirmation. Or whatever you prefer to call it. But that sounded sincerely like he was thinking about a spanking. I glanced down at him and he glanced up at me.
"It's all right Ami. I know we have to get up soon, and anyway I can hear Number One Son down below in the kitchen talking to one of his men about the weather. So I can't spank you as much as I'd like to..."
My goodness, wonders will never cease! And I didn't say that out loud! And another thing. We tried, or rather he tried, to spank me under the duvet yesterday, and I can vouch for the fact that it doesn't work, and you get all tangled up and end up peeing yourself with laughing!
"...but I need you to do your submissive bit."
He took my hand and guided it down under the aforesaid duvet.
"I know" he said. "I was happily buried in your boobs, when I started thinking about your bottom, and how much I'd like to give it - what did you call it? A good girl spanking? - and suddenly part of me has developed a mind of its own."
Granite? Steel? Titanium? !!!!!!!!!!
"So... I was just thinking that maybe you could do something about it?"
He pulled me downwards. I'd gone all 'jellyfish like'. I was too amazed to breathe. I was virtually hyperventilating.
(I am still in shock! In a very very good way I hasten to add!)
So I happily complied.
And then it was my turn.
Forget the elusive O! I forgot my own name! It's a wonder I'm not referring to myself as Alicia or Gertrude!
All I could see for a while was stars!!!
So afterwards, and it was getting very late to be in bed, I looked at him.
"I can't believe all this" I said.
"I know" he said back. "Isn't it weird? I mean, does this always happen d'you think?"
"I don't know" I replied. "It seems to be a 'side effect' that's getting stronger all the time. I don't know what to think. No-one has ever really discussed it. It's not the sort of thing you'd talk to your neighbour over the garden fence about!
I have noticed that you, well, you know, you do have a tendency to feel rather big under me when I'm over your lap.
But if this happens just from you thinking about it!"
Starman started to laugh and couldn't stop.
"I feel like an oversexed teenager again!"
"So" I said. "We can forget the need for viagra then?"
"Oh definitely" he replied amidst chuckles. "I think more spanking could be in your future my sweet."
Okay, okay. I don't for one minute think that that sounds very HOH. I've yet to be convinced. We seem to be at a bit of an impasse in that department at the moment.
But I have to tell you, that I wouldn't in my wildest dreams have ever imagined such a conversation, or such a series of events, even six months ago!
So I suppose what I am asking you all is this. Could you please explain this little 'side benefit' dear HOHs out there? And does it always happen? (Be honest!)
Because if so, I think I'm going to become a spankaholic!