Why do I Want to Bite my Husband When he Spanks me?

I wonder if I am alone in this feeling?  In the big picture, I want my husband to spank me anytime he feels it would benefit me/him/us.  But as soon as I know I will be getting a spanking soon, I get nervous.  I hesitate when he calls me over, I pull my pants down when asked but then try to tug my shirt lower.  It takes forever for me to get into position, hoping to delay the process, but I get hurried along with swats anyway.  As my butt is being rained upon by a fiery brush that must have come from hell, all I can think about is how much it hurts and try to stay in position.  If I am spanked long enough, usually a few minutes after I start really crying, I turn into an obedient angel ready and willing to please my husband.  However, if he stops short of that, I come up trying desperately not to utter the words waiting to spring forth from my tongue. Words like bigmeaniestupidheadIdon'tlikeyourightnow! and goawaythathurtyoua-hole!  Words that needless to say(but I'm still saying it!), are generally not well received.  This is what happened today. I am sitting on a freshly spanked backside at the moment and have been ordered asked by my husband to write about my feelings and view of the experience. So, in mostly non-fiction format, here is how I experienced my spanking:

"Okay, it's time.  Go fetch the brush," Ash said, looking at his beautiful wife of 10 years.  "Already? How come I have to go get it?" she replied feeling embarrassed that she had to do this, not quite whining but close.  "Because I have the power, and I order you to get it," he told her, daring her with a stern look to push the issue.  He knew that the real answer was that it was a sign of his dominance and her submission, and it helped put her in the right mindset to be disciplined, but he waited for her to comply without further explanation. "Fine, but I have to use the bathroom first," she said, reluctantly getting up from her perch on the sofa and heading to the bathroom.  Once inside, she prepared for her impending fate by using the facilities, brushing her hair, pulling all the hair out of the brush that was there from before and examining different items on the counter before she was rudely interrupted by a knock and a "Hurry up in there!" from the bossy gentleman outside the door.  Time to face the music.  She opened the door and handed the instrument of her doom to the man that was about to demonstrate his love for her in a very unconventional way.
She went to her usual spot over the back of the couch when she heard "Pants down, young lady."