Chaos Theory

I am always as good as my word. If I say I'll do something, come hell or high water, I'll do it. Unless I forget...

Dan, on the other hand, never forgets to do anything he says he will do, although many of those things seem to carry a caveat attached to them which contains the word unless. See how complex my life is?

Dan has most definitely stepped up as far as warnings are concerned. Some days I feel I am being warned every five minutes. But apart from the occasional swat to my rear, especially when he doesn't think I am paying attention to him when we are in bed and he is discussing something portentous, there have been no more serious spanking episodes.

However, we drove to a local supermarket the other day to get a few odds and bits. Dan has this annoying habit of parking in the furthest point away from the entrance doors, which necessitates walking miles! 

He says it's because the spaces are larger there. It aggravates me no end. So as we drive slowly around the car park I point out several ideal places he could park. Dan hates this good advice. He simply doesn't share my logic. In the end he snarls at me, making me jump.

"Ami, what have I told you about fussing and commenting when I am driving?" He raises an eyebrow. It nearly disappears into his hairline. He pulls crookedly into a space. I clamp my teeth together, narrow my eyes and out come some words I am trying hard not to say.

"You're parked diagonally. Was it intentional?"

"Ami, remember Saturday night?" Golly, he is fierce. I am not one to tempt fate. I look down and mutter "Sorry."

When we get out, Dan walks around the car and sighs. He gets back in and re-parks perfectly. I don't even dare look at him let alone make a comment.

I was given some excellent advice after my epic spanking, which was in future to let Dan know when I was feeling obstreperous, and to hand him a selection of implements, and let him make the decision which one to use.

I told Dan this a few mornings ago, when I felt ready and able to trust him with my bottom once again. LOL! He thought it was a great idea.

"Are you feeling in need, then?" He asked me, smirking.

"It's just that I am determined not to get into a situation,like the other Saturday, ever again. I always used to tell you when I needed spanking, but I thought maybe it was too controlling of me; however, I now think anything is preferable to not being able to sit comfortably for several days."

I present Dan with a reasonable selection - the olive wood spatula, the olive wood salad spoon (you can tell where we go on holiday), the leather paddle and the cellulite brush. I figure four is enough to choose from.

Dan asks me to put a pillow behind his back so he can relax whilst spanking me. He likes to be comfortable. I lie gingerly over his lap and he adjusts me so my sit spots are right in front of him. (Aren't I the considerate wife?!)

He starts with his hand. I love his hand. I don't even mind that he spanks ten times twice as hard as he used to, and that his hand often feels like a piece of four by two. I bounce around a bit and the odd "Ow" comes out, but on the whole I am settling into my warm-up.

The 'ows' are becoming a little more frequent, and the warm-up seems to be taking rather longer than I remember. However, the heat is building and I can feel the knot behind my neck beginning to relax.

"Swipe!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yeeeeoooouch!"

I crane my neck around feeling rather like a Christmas turkey. 

Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe!

Splat, splat, splat, splat, splat, splat!

Swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat!

Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk! (Well how else do you describe a cellulite brush?)

"Dan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yes, dear?"

"You're using them all!"

"Am I, dear? I thought you had kindly presented me with a choice of implements."

Swipe, splat, swat, clunk!

"But I thought you were just going to choose one!"

Clunk, clunk, jab, jab, jab, jab!

"Shriek! Shriek Shriek! You don't use the bristly side! Ow,it hurts!!! I'll have holes all over my bottom!!! What on earth are you doing?

"I quite like the effect this side produces."

"Dan!!!!!!!!!!!!" I struggle to get up. Dan holds me down. But at least he turns the brush around.

Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk.

"Remember the car park, Ami? You are very lucky you stopped making those comments when you did."

I am not feeling very lucky.

Swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe.

This has turned into a very long spanking. 

"I think I like this little nipper the best. It's so light and easy to use. Everyone should have one of these with recalcitrant wife written all over it."

Tears begin to fall, but so do my stress levels. How can something so painful feel so right?

(Wow, look at this guy's muscles! If Dan had muscles like these I would be very good indeed!)


I hear Dan say something about "I think that's enough, isn't it?"

I can't reply, but he rubs my back and then helps me into a kneeling position.

"I didn't enjoy the other Saturday, but I'll do it again if you behave like that. Do you understand?"

"Yes" I croak. He asks me to show my submissiveness in a rather different way. One hand is in my hair guiding me, the other hand caresses my hot bottom.

Eventually I climb on top of him and we kiss for a while before our day begins - which leads to other things.... 

.... and yes, I admit it, at times we interact just like the couple in the film!