Laughing During Punishment

I kind of blew my own mind last night.  Ash and I had been having a very enjoyable evening together and went upstairs for bed around midnight.  I went into the bathroom to get ready and he got into bed.  When I came to get into bed, he was under his blankets and left mine in a pile! I hurried to get everything untangled and was flipping blankets all around when he asked me "What are you pissed off about?" I told him I wasn't, just trying to get my side of the bed situated and I was cold.  It took me a few minutes to finish with the blankets and another couple to get comfortable, all the while I was apparently "making pissy breathing noises and huffing my breath out like I was mad".  When I was finally settled, Ash grabbed my face in his hands and asked me again what was wrong. I, of course, said "Nothing!" because I wasn't mad, maybe annoyed that he left my side of the bed a mess.....but it was late and I wanted to move on to more fun activities :) Well, that is not what ended up happening.
Convinced I was upset(I was sure I wasn't), Ash continued to talk to me, and then started lecturing....but I interrupted him. Twice. In a row! I didn't really mean to, but I was trying to come to my own defense. Besides, now I was mad because he was making fun of my pouty face(which I most definitely was not

Last Night's Flogging.....Homemade!

About a month ago I decided to make a new weapon for my husband's arsenal.  We had been struggling to find a quiet way for him to spank me when I decided to make him a flogger out of paracord.  I had read that they were quiet and moderately stingy so I went to Home Depot and bought the rope, then set to making it as soon as I got home.  I didn't follow anyone's directions, just kind of winged it (I do that a lot, with everything!) but it turned out just like the one pictured here except for the loop on the handle.  It has turned out to be his favorite implement lately! When used moderately it produces a pleasant warming tingle.  But..... Ash is not always a moderate man, that thing bites when he swings it hard.  Last night I needed a spanking to help me cope with the pain of a chronic condition(questions? read Here) and I had already been spanked with the big wooden spatula earlier in the day for my attitude.  I wasn't sore, but I asked him if he could start off easy and work up to full swing since I wasn't in trouble.  He kind of chuckled at me.  I had thought that the 20 or so hard swats I got earlier in the kitchen were sufficient restitution for my earlier attitude, but apparently he didn't because he did about 5 strokes medium and then immediately went to full-force swings.  The tears flowed then. I started out in the position he calls "head down ass up" on the bed, but after about a minute I gradually lay flat as it was far too painful to hold position.  After about 5 minutes just as I was relaxing into the pain, he stopped. Normally I can't wait for him to be finished, but I had just "progressed to the next level"(I don't know what else to call it--when the strokes are just as hard but a bit easier to take after a few minutes?) and wanted him to keep going.  But, it was late and past my bedtime.  I went to bed with a smile and a rosy bottom. The flogger has no thud whatsoever, just sting, and it doesn't last for more than half an hour, so I'm sitting pretty today.  I was promised a repeat tonight :)