Spanking Number 3 - The Trouble with Attitude
My third spanking came along just two days after the last one.
The problem with sexy spankings is that the effects don't last for long, much the same as the sex itself. You can go around with a smile on your face for a couple of hours, or even a whole day, but then life takes over and the effects fade in the same way as the redness.
My third spanking came about due to my attitude. Therefore time for an
It was not a spontaneous spanking, or even an anticipated spanking. But it was definitely of the variety you would prefer not to encourage.
It was the type where 'he said', then 'she said' 'she said' 'she said'. Get the picture?
I can't even remember why I was in such a disagreeable mood, but I was confrontational and sharp. Dan is also not a fan of the word "whatever". Especially when coupled with walking away and refusing to look him in the eye when he is trying to discuss something with him.
Sitting in bed sipping his tea he informed me that I, in his view, I needed to be spanked, and to go get the paddle.
I always flounce around if there is even a hint of discipline in the air. It is not my favourite way to start the day, and I was 'on my high horse' and disinclined to back down.
Dan always starts out so slow you think he is never going to get started. That man can never resist playing the bongos on my butt!
"Guess what I am playing now?" he asks.
I sigh. "Three blind mice. You always play it." It's hard shrugging when you are across a lap staring at the carpet.
"Do you tell your friends I like to play "Guess the nursery rhyme?"
It's hard to roll your eyes when head down as well.
Then he starts.
There is no slow build up when that paddle is in his hand. He makes sure every inch is glowing, and then does his favourite party trick of stretching my skin with one hand whilst he spanks rapidly on the same spot.
It really is unbearable, not because it is 'thuddy' as the paddle is leather, and very flexible, but when used for this purpose, it hurts like hell, and Dan very rarely talks while spanking me in this way. He leaves it to whichever implement he is using to inform me of his viewpoint.
I have the duvet stuffed in my mouth and am nearly choking to death, my hands stuffed well down out of the way so I don't reach back.
But you know the problem? I start to kick my legs as if I am running a sprint.
Because I am on top of the duvet, across his lap, he is unable to put a leg over mine to prevent the kicking and the inevitable happens. I kick with my left leg just as he is bringing the paddle down.
It catches my ankle hard. It takes all my staying power to stay put.
Dan keeps on for a good half dozen or so spanks, before he throws the paddle down and rubs my flaming cheeks and my back.
The inadvertent swat across my ankle hurts. So does my butt, so I think I may as well make the most of having a damn good cry. Dan just calmly rubs. Once upon a time he used to get upset himself when I cried - not any more. Eventually I sit up and blow my nose thinking that suddenly the soft mattress feels a bit like a hard old board - all rough and raspy.
"Can't hang around. Lots to do today." He leaps up and grabs his robe. No sex today then.
I want to sigh and mope and sulk, but the spanking and tears have done the trick as per usual, even if I am silently determined to never kick so high again.
Though it annoys me to think I need this type of spanking every once in while, I am amongst the first to acknowledge that it does the trick. It takes away my feelings of stress; it clears my head and enables me to think; it reminds me of why I have asked to be spanked and the fact that I only get 49% share of the voting rights in this household; it reinforces Dan's love and reminds me how much he cherishes me.
He never spanks more, or harder, than he knows I can bear, and he would stop in an instant if I yelled for him to do so. I trust him completely.
But that man is certainly no longer an 'apprentice'!
This time when I examine my rear view in the full-length mirror I see I have two deep red patches with darker crescent shapes, on each cheek that from experience I know will take several days to disappear. My sit-spots are rather rosy as well.
Yet bustling around in the kitchen later, I am almost on a high. Good things those endorphins!
Keep tuned. In my final spanking, Dan discovers a new implement. LOL!