I popped

Well, despite the great advice given to me and a little effort on my part, I still have not been properly spanked since the first week of June. There were a few mini-punishments, lots of smacks here and there, including a very public handful of hard smacks at the grocery store, and many more in the kitchen where we have 2 drawers plus a canister full of potential implements stashed away. I actually have been really well behaved, aside from a few little things. I have spoken to him with a less than pleasant tone at times, stuck my tongue out once or twice, forgotten a chore once.  Those were all dealt with quickly and were over, no big deal.  So in my husband's mind (I am pretty much guessing here, aside from a few times of him telling me what a good girl I have been) there is no real reason to spank. We have discussed the lack of span I still call him Sir, I serve him and I obey him gladly most of the time. We sit together each night and I get to snuggle under his arm, he still makes me go to bed each night when he says I am tired enough, whether I want to or not(darn him for reading me so well in that department!) and kisses me goodnight. I am submissive to him.  But.........over the last month my attitude and outlook have changed a little bit. Where  before I was eager to serve him every time, now sometimes it's a chore. Where I used to obey with a genuine smile, now I sometimes fake one. I don't feel as close and connected to him, and I am guilty of a gradual "un-softening" of my heart. Something's been missing and I have been clueless as to how to put it into words, but here is a picture. (By the way, I do know that what I have with him is more than some people could dream of and that I am spoiled. But please don't take offense, I am just trying to process.)

I have also been confused as to his expectations of me in certain ways. For example, he always tells me that he wants me to be myself, that he likes how I tell him what I think and that I play around. But sometimes I get in trouble for those same things. Not as much lately, but today.....I was in the kitchen and we had been chatting back and forth playfully. I said something VERY mildly insulting to him, joking as we had been all morning. He didn't find it as funny as I did and gave me a very solid whack with a heavy spoon that has holes in it(while I futilely attempted to explain what I said).  That was when the past month's worth of not enough attention and decreasing connection came to a head and I popped. I melted down into immediate tears and couldn't form a coherent word, so I excused myself to my room. Ash followed me, horrified. Apparently he had meant to deliver a playful swat, not leave a big purple bruise with one swat and emotionally overwhelm me. He apologized profusely and I assured him that I was "fine", and asked for time alone, which he gave me. I sobbed and did chores trying to process what I was feeling and understand why on earth I was so upset. About an hour later Ash came to check on me and patiently but persistently prodded me to talk to him. When it took me ten minutes to share with him that I was confused and hurt and felt that I was no longer his priority, and I still couldn't tell him why.....that 's when I knew that I had been building walls around my heart this whole time. I knew what I needed, but I was too upset and embarrassed to explain it. It makes me feel so inferior as a woman sometimes that I need his instructive and disciplinary influence on me to be really happy in our marriage.  And emotionally, I was feeling just like I did the first time I had to explain to him that I wanted him to discipline me. So I didn't go there. And I tried so hard to calm down for him, I really did. But I remain on the verge of tears even now, hours later, and I suspect many more will be shed before I am done writing to/for him.  Why is it so hard to understand my feelings? They're mine, after all. Am I just emotionally stupid? Do I not pay enough attention to life? I really don't know. I just hope I can get it all straight-both in my head and on paper tonight so that it makes sense.....to me AND to my husband.  So here is my wish(on the first star tonight, since it's not my birthday):

Why does a husband taking charge, paying attention and spanking his wife soundly produce such a magical effect? I really wish there was some other way.

A Public Spanking......Almost?

Today I had to go to my least favorite shopping venue in the whole world: Walmart.  Ash (my husband) had to come with me so he could pick up some manly stuff I wouldn't have found even though he hates shopping.  I really cannot tell you how much I hate this place.  People are rude and it smells like old fried food in there, plus I don't like crowds to begin with.  So Ash was pushing the cart as I walked slightly behind him (he's fast!) and texting someone so he kept stopping and I thought it was obnoxious. Of course I'm such an angel that I didn't tell him that, I just offered to to push the cart in, um, maybe not my sweetest tone.  He declined and we continued.  I continued to gripe throughout our trip and apparently he had had enough by the time we were done checking out because he asked me quite loudly as we were walking away from the checkstand "Do you need a spanking right now? Should I turn you over my knee right here? We could get them to do the announcement, you know: Ding ding, beat your wife!" Of course I insisted that I did not need any such intervention, trying my hardest not to blush to my roots and failing.  I was too embarrassed to look around to see if people were staring, so I just ducked my head and kept walking with him.  I didn't think he would truly do such a thing, as we have discussed it before and he said he wouldn't out in the open.  But sometimes he throws me for a loop.  He says he likes to keep me on my toes.  I didn't get spanked when we got home either as I was exhausted from throwing mini tantrums shopping and our children were due to arrive shortly.  Not that I am complaining! My booty hasn't had a very good "workout" in almost a month due to kids on vacation, and I am apprehensive about the first real spanking I will get since they're back at school. I have been given shorter ones or a quick hard paddling with the big scary paddle, but not much else.  Personally I don't think I should be blamed for my behavior today.  I did try some of the time to be good :)  I guess we'll see what Ash has to say when he comes home tonight.  Wish me luck!

My first "preemptive" spanking

The above picture is exactly how I was feeling when my husband told me to bend over the bed today.  I had just showered and was looking for clothes to wear while simultaneously picking up upstairs and doing laundry.  He had asked me what I was doing, and when I told him, his response was "Get on the bed, head down ass up."  "What?!" I asked,"I was just cleaning, and I wasn't trying to give you attitude!"  He never changes his mind once he thinks I need to be spanked, so I complied even though I thought it was totally unfair.  I heard him open the side table drawer, then some rummaging around.  Then, the first strike of the big wood paddle.  Frickin' ouch! That paddle is not my favorite, as it is almost an inch thick by 8 inches wide and 9 inches long, and it bruises almost every time he uses it.  I was in tears after the 5th or 6th swat.  It did hurt a lot, but I mostly cried because I felt like he was being unfair.  I didn't realize at the time that the