Lopsided

Had to have a little discussion with DH about spanking evenly. What brought this on, you ask. It was rolling onto my back this morning and feeling pain on the left side only. How did I end up with a painful left cheek and normal right cheek? DH, of course.

Last night, after showering, I was leaning over the my sink brushing my teeth, au natural, when DH strolled in. Now, we have a huge bathroom with our sinks and counters on opposite sides. He really had no reason at all to be on my side, but apparently I presented an incredibly attractive target. He started with his hand, quite strongly. So strongly in fact that after only a few spanks he was complaining that his hand was getting red and sore.

Looking for something else to use, he noticed my hairbrush -- just your average everyday plastic hairbrush (pictured at top). He does have a nice oval wooden hairbrush in his bedside table, but apparently couldn't bear to tear himself away from my backside long enough to get it. I also tried to point out that we do have a wooden bath brush by the tub, but again, no go. DH was absolutely determined to use that brush.

And use it he did, and not lightly. I don't know if it was the brush, the firmness of the spanks, or a combination of the two, but that was definately the most painful spanking to date. Unfortunately, it was not evenly spread over my backside, but focused right on the center of my left butt cheek. He also doesn't seem to understand the term "warm-up spanking."

Unfortunately, in order for DH to practice even spankings, I pay the price (Ok, so it's not all bad). He also got a good laugh out of my complaint, joking how he'd planned it that way so I'd at least have half a butt to sit on while working. I countered that since my desk is in a back high-walled cubicle, no one would see me standing, anyway.

Practice makes perfect :)

Just a Quickie

It's late, so I'm going to try to keep this short.

Got a quickie this evening -- spanking and more.

Hubby was thinking of going out (his way to destress - I read, watch TV, blog, surf the Net). I'm okay with this as I know he will be in a better mood the next day, however, I was feeling a little needy as I was sick Tuesday and Wednesday and he was stressed Thursday meaning we'd had no 'action' since Sunday, so I ambushed him.

While he watched TV, I showered. Did the whole thing -- shaved, exfoliated, oiled -- then put on my fluffy green robe and came back to the bed. He had decided he was going to go out (especially after I told him the decision was his -- I know how his mind works. If I told him I didn't want him to go out, but he really did and then stayed home because of me, he'd be irritated. However, if I told him to go out and he did but really didn't want to and had a crappy time, he'd also be irritated with me. So I'd be screwed either way [or not at all, if he was irritated enough ;p ]. Hence telling him it was totally his decision and I was fine either way.)

Then he went to shower and while he showered I got my surprise ready. I put on killer black patent leather stillettos and a blue brocade corset with matching g-string, then put my robe back on and laid back down on the bed and watched TV. I made sure the robe covered the corset, but had my stilleto clad feet in plain view. DH came out of the bathroom pretty much dressed and ready to go, and then he noticed the shoes.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere," I replied opening my robe to give him a glimspe.

That was all it took. His eyes got big, and a huge grin lit up his face. I was then instructed to stand up, remove the robe, and walk around the room for his viewing pleasure. While I walked (barely, I definitely need more stilleto practice), he went to his bedside table and pulled out his favorite spanking implement -- a black leather paddle with 3 hearts, a b-day present from me to him last year. Most of the talking from that point on was him telling me how to position myself -- bent over the end of the bed, butt out, up, and legs spread. Being such a good girl, I did as I was told and was well rewarded. I got a quick but nice warm up with the paddle, mixed with stroking from his hand and the edge of the paddle all over my backside and down and around to my front. He even stopped long enough a few times to get some nice kisses and licks in to soothe the heat he was generating.

When my sweet hubby couldn't wait any longer, he told me to get up on the edge in his favorite position and he quickly entered me from behind. I was so wet he was able to thrust in in one smooth move and it didn't take long for each of us to reach orgasm. Afterwards, as we lightly cuddled, I got an even better reward -- acknowledgement that my surprise had already greatly improved his mood and I could expect even more fun in the morning.

All in all, from seeing the shoes to snuggling probably didn't take more than 10 minutes. But I love quickies :)

Spanking -- Why? (part 1)

Believe me, I have asked myself this question, and I don’t know that I have a concrete answer. Just some ideas and conjecture.

Does it stem from something in my childhood? I don’t think so. I was spanked as a child – not an enjoyable experience. I don’t recall it as being “ritualized”, more like whenever Mom (usually Mom, sometimes Dad), couldn’t take it anymore and let us have it (hand, wooden spoon, spatula, etc). No corner time, discussing the issue, positioning, etc. Just spanking.

That said, my Dad was not very dominant and Mom pretty much ran roughshod over him (and us kids), so maybe that plays into my desire for a dominant male in my life. Nowadays I can’t help but think that if Mom had been spanked herself she might have benefited.

Looking back, I can see signs of submissiveness in my relationships. I can see how I was most attracted to the guys who had strong presence.
· I had a male friend (T) who had an immense crush on me, and I tried, really tried, to feel that way for him. While I liked T as a friend, his personality was one where he was always following after me, being over solicitous, clinging, and in some ways apologetic about liking me. Not what I wanted in a romantic partner.
· Another boy I dated for a while (M) was not apologetic about going after what he wanted. He was younger (such a scandal in high school) but we were in drama together. Our dating started when he helped me up from my seat on the stairs, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. I was a goner. We dated for a while, mad passionate make out and petting sessions. But it was high school and we faced negativity on 2 fronts – he was 2 grades lower, and T (also in drama) was having a hard time emotionally with my dating M and having to see us everyday at rehearsal. M and I remained friends through the rest of high school.
· My senior year I dated G for several months, parking and making out a lot. I remember being terribly disappointed one time when he was really getting into it, moving down my neck, down my chest to my breasts. And then he stopped and apologized. I could understand this if I’d given some indication that I was not enjoying his attentions, but I most definitely was. So his apology brought me out of that enjoyment and frustrated me. We eventually broke up and I didn’t seriously date anyone else for the remainder of high school.

I can now see (hindsight, 20/20, etc) that even then I preferred it when the male was in control, wanted to be in control and was not going to apologize for it. Wish I had paid more attention…

Who I Am & How We Started Spanking

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