Shopping and When Good Spankings go Bad

My husband took me grocery shopping today early in the morning without giving me coffee(he's not evil, we just didn't have time).  If you have read any of my previous posts, you probably know exactly how much I love mornings....which is not at all.  However, I was very appreciative that he was coming because I sometimes have trouble driving, lifting heavy groceries, keeping focused and not wandering around the store looking at anything that catches my eye......so, I was doing my best to be good and please him. I wore an outfit I know he likes and I had my list and my coupons ready for each store we went to.  I thought I was doing well as we began to navigate the first market, but I accidentally got a bit snippy when I told him which way we needed to go. He immediately stopped and made me look at him and sternly warned me about my attitude.

I knew he was right but it was kind of hard to be sorry when he didn't want to listen to my directions in the first place, which is what caused the frustration and snippy tone of voice on my part. But after a few moments of seeing that "look" in his eyes-the "you are cruisin' for a bruisin'" look-and hearing his chastising words, I came to my senses and apologized.  I was almost an angel for the rest of the trip (which lasted 2 long hours) and he was so incredibly patient with me. We came home and I put everything away, made him lunch and cuddled with him on the couch :)  I can't believe what a lucky girl I am sometimes!
I haven't really been in much trouble lately, just little things here and there which he quickly takes care of.  I have really been too busy lately to get into much mischief, but he has also been watching me pretty closely and stopping even the hint of defiance or attitude....and giving lots of praise that makes my heart{and other places!} melt.  So the only "real"{aka more than a minute/tears involved}spanking I've gotten this week was for r/a and pain management on Tuesday.  For the warm-up he brought out the first implement we ever bought, a black plastic paddle. It's thin but fairly dense-no idea what it's made of-and big enough to cover both cheeks. I had really forgotten how much it stings!  In order for a spanking to impact the pain in the rest of my body, it has to be pretty painful so he decided to use the horrible cable flogger I made him for the main event.
He had me lay over a pillow on the bed and sat next to me, and then the horror began. I was trying to claw away from him by the third stroke, but he had a hold on the back of my shirt and used it to keep me where he wanted. It was over relatively quickly, maybe 2 minutes, but I was sweaty and sobbing afterward. The pain was just so intense, and hard to wrap my head around. It took some time for me to calm down, but when I did he noticed that there were loop shaped welts all along the outer part of my left butt cheek toward my hip. It would have been no big deal, but there had been no warm up given to that part of my flesh. Thus the intense and overwhelming pain! He felt really bad, but the welts didn't start to raise until he was done, so he couldn't have known.  Guess what his response was after cuddles and kisses? "I guess I will just have to make sure I warm you up very thoroughly next time and practice my aim more often!" Yep, that's my husband.

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 :)

Spanking a cold Bum

My husband took me shopping yesterday, for groceries, in 11 degree weather.  I'm so glad that he came because I got to sit in the car all toasty while he loaded up and put the cart away, woo-hoo!
When we got home I did help carry our stuff in, as it did require 3 trips from each of us to get it all in.  Now, you may not know this, but my husband is a booty smacker.  It's one of the things I love about him.  When we began dating and were getting close, discussing our expectations for a partner, I remember telling him: "I am all for chivalry and romance and equality, but I also want a man who's not afraid to smack my ass and tell me to get him another beer!" I was young, and it was as eloquent as I could be at the time :)  but he understood.  He took that as the green light to smack my bottom whenever he wanted, which I didn't protest, as we hadn't had the "spanking talk" yet, and I wasn't sure I wanted to at that point.  So, while I am spanked frequently, I also get a few swats here and there throughout the day just because he wants to and he can. But enough back-story,  back to the point .  After we got all the bags in Ash came up to me, turned me around, and began smacking my butt with his hand.  I jumped at squealed after the first few, as it hurt a lot more than a smack from a hand would. He got a mischievous twinkle in his eye then and asked "Oh, poor baby, does it hurt?"  To which I replied, "Yes! My ass is freezing from being out shopping and it hurts much more right now!"   He made a pouty face at me, then he smiled and I was told to bend over the couch! I tried to get out of it by telling him that I really needed to put the groceries away, but of course he said that could wait.  So I obeyed, pleading with him to use only his hand.  Thank goodness he listened, because he made me pull my pants and panties down and proceeded to smack away for at least a couple minutes. I didn't cry like usual, but I sure yelped and wriggled at lot! That seemed to satisfy him though :)  I think that I must forget every year that a cold bottom hurts more when spanked, because I never remember until he does it! I'd better be good now, though, as he's promised to make me sit in the snow bare-assed for a minute first if he has to punish me this month.  I told him that would never happen cause I am such an angel, but I don't think he believed me (the nerve!). 

A Spanking Every Hour

Update to: One Happy Woman......For Now!
Well, it is official. I am well-spanked!  Getting spanked every hour, on the hour from 9 am to 3 pm, and then again before bed at 10, didn't sound so bad when my husband Ash proposed the idea two days ago.  In fact, I was kind of excited.  I love to feel his power over me, even if I don't love the temporary pain.  The knowledge that I would be getting "taken in hand" so regularly revved my engine! Also, the spankings he gives me really help my overall pain levels, and I HATE having to ask him outright to spank me because it makes me feel like a naughty little girl confessing a misdeed and asking for her sentence to be handed down! That couldn't have anything to do with the delighted and devilish smirk he gets when I ask, could it?
 So I thought his idea was a good one and I was relieved to not have the embarrassment of asking for one day.  However, I didn't take into account the fact that he had given me a pretty rough belt whipping (at my request) the day he thought of this plan (Wednesday).  Luckily he didn't implement the hourly spankings until Thursday, but the areas that bruised and swelled from the belt were just as bad Thursday as they were the day I got them.
For my first spanking of the day at 9, I asked if we could speak about the state of my bottom before he began, and he said yes, but I had to get into position first! Smart man, too, because I definitely remember not to be sassy when I'm bent over for him.  I pointed out the areas I was concerned about, and he said, "Well, I guess your thighs are going to get it a lot today then."  So not what I was trying to say! True to his word, he did focus much of his loving attention on the very under-swell of my backside and the tops of my thighs, throughout the day's "activities". I was spanked with his hand, the big belt, the black plastic paddle, and  the back scratcher throughout the day, and a plastic dowel before bed.  Thankfully he didn't use the super scary big wood paddle at all.  That one always bruises and hurts quite badly. So this morning I am a vibrant mix of purple and blue blotches in the back, but I'm not too sore. Interestingly, Ash(who NEVER give a warm-up!) did do a warm-up session before each spanking in consideration of the state my bottom was already in.  While it helped me to be able to better tolerate each session, I'm not sure it helped prevent any more bruising.  In the end (no pun intended!) I consider the experiment a success.  I got a lot of attention, and Ash's arm and shoulder got a workout. We had fun, but I think I'll stick to my once or twice a day from now on. 

This is not my own backside, but the marks are similar to what I'm rockin' now!

One Happy Woman...For Now!!!!

Today I told my husband, who is not a natural "spanko" that I would probably always need more spanking than would naturally cross his mind.  I told him this because I thought he was getting bored with me.  I usually get spanked at least once a day, sometimes thoroughly and other times not so thoroughly.  This helps me in ways I can't really explain, but it reduces my overall physical pain level greatly.  He knows this and is always willing to help, but I want him to enjoy himself too! His response was, "Ok, for the next several days I will spank you every hour.  Every two minutes seems excessive, but every hour sounds good!"  Oh, what have I gotten myself into?  I will let you know how it goes if I can sit to type any time soon :)

Asking for it

I got spanked today.  No, I wasn't in trouble, it was a "medicine" spanking.  I have a medical condition that causes severe pain in my muscles and joints, and there are few effective treatments for it.  The treatments there are happen to have pretty bad side effects as well, so I choose not to take them.  Quite by accident, I found out that when my husband spanks me (it has to be fairly hard and at least a couple of minutes) the pain in my joints is drastically reduced for at least several hours! I have no idea why this is so, or how it works but I am thankful to have a pain-reliever that has no harmful side effects. Yes, it hurts.  But I'll take a few minutes of hot buns to avoid raw aching pain all over with every move I make (but ask me right before i am to be spanked and I'm not so sure!)  So in order for me to live with as little pain as possible, he administers spankings to my bouncing behind at least every other day, sometimes multiple times in a day.