To continue yesterday’s post…

The olive wood spoon is veerrrrryyy ouchie!!!!

 

Yesterday was the first time where when he spanked me, I really wanted it to stop. It hurt- a lot- and I just kept focusing on my bottom. His words were floating in and out of my conscious. I said “Stop” and I was squirming under him to get my bottom out of the strike zone. I told him I think I hear the kids coming. I tried everything I could think of to make it stop. He calmly told me to get back up on the bed, to put my bottom up and to put my head into the pillow. At that point he told me I would have 5 more swats. I made it through them- although I think he also lightened up a bit. He had to leave 5 minutes later for a meeting. I was kinda sad that I could talk to him more and lay with him and have him hold me.

This morning I was trying to remember what he said during the lecture. I really can’t remember. I know the general topic, but I cannot remember the specifics. I really want to remember, but I think the words couldn’t get past my bottom. Interesting…

 

I am showered, and ready for maintenance. I am watching him make pizza dough for Saturday. I love him 

A new high point?!?

Well, Joe surprised me tonight.

We were making the bed together and talking about our days. Our normally scheduled maintenance days are Tuesday and Saturday. We talked about making up for missed maintenance. Joe decided that we would do maintenance tomorrow night. We also discussed our teen-aged daughter and the challenges she presents… to me, in particular. He is much more patient with her than I am. She and I are a lot alike… and boy, does that create fireworks. The conversation I had with my daughter tonight on the way to drop her off at her friend’s house for a sleepover was not my finest mothering moment. Joe listened to me as I talked, and made excuses for my behavior  He looked at me with a serious look and then calmly told me to take my pants down and to get into position over the edge of the bed.  I couldn’t quite believe what I was hearing. I wasn’t expecting him to spank me.  He said that I obviously need some help, and he was willing to do it. What a sweety… lol.

It took me a few extra seconds to actually take my pants down. I decided to challenge him a bit by leaving my panties up. Of course Joe wasn’t having that, and I dropped them too. He gave me a few light hand spanks and then about 1o medium hand spanks with his new technique. He read somewhere about keeping his hand relaxed, and make a circular type motion with his arm. Well, that type of spank hurts his hand less, and my bottom more. Perfect!! 🙂

While he was spanking me he reminded me that I need to be the mother to our daughter and not a bullying big sister. I have trouble keeping my bitchiness in check with her—and I have passed on the bitch gene to her. He reminded me how important I am to her, and that she needs me to model the type of woman we want her to be when she grows up. The lecture while he was hand spanking me was effective for sure. And then, it happened.

Last week I found a really beautiful olive wood spoon at TJ Maxx. I was excited to buy it and I was so proud when I brought it to him. It is really big and really thick. And it really hurts! He had only used it on me once when I first bought it for just a few swats. Well tonight he took it to a new level.