Happy Labor Day

From the lack of activity on this blog, you're probably wondering if I'm even still around...

I am alive, if not exactly well. Not ill, just worn out from work (still hell on earth) and all that exhaustion and stress means not much is happening between DH and me. At least nothing fun and exciting or that's noteworthy. Haven't even been getting online to read other blogs -- a) too exhausted, b) it's too depressing to read about others who are doing well and having fun.

Take this weekend -- 3 days off from work for me and DH (although I did bring a box of home, planning to spend some time on catch up) and 3 days off school for the kids (school started on the 25th). Saturday: got up, did chores, napped while DH and the two older children went to a major league baseball game ("our" team lost), got up, showered, had YC shower, took YC out in DH's convertible to return library books and get a treat from Dairy Queen. DH came home from the game, we had dinner, cuddled a bit while watching TV --- and he fell asleep. No fun Saturday.

Sunday -- did manage to get in a quickie :D Enjoyed it, even without any spanking to speak of. Well, there was a little spanking -- afterwards. DH got it into his head that I hadn't been completely truthful about something. I thought something was done, apparently it wasn't completely, he noticed, pulled out the paddle and lit into me -- hard. Of course, we're both laughing the whole time -- he's spanking, I'm wiggling, giggling and exclaiming "Ow! Ouch! That hurts!" 'til I couldn't take anymore and rolled away. He stopped. I rolled back (so I could get up) and he started in again, saying, "That's not enough, not yet." A few more hard, painful spanks and I moved completely out of his way and got up. Sheeesh. It's been so long that my butt was incredibly sensitive -- lost any toughening up it might have developed.

Spent the rest of the day on chores -- laundry, housecleaning, shopping. Of course, while I did the last, DH napped. We did go out, saw "Tropic Thunder." Not sure how I feel about the movie. It had some very funny parts, but I felt the profanity became excessive at times. I'm not a prude, I swear (lately a lot, what with the way work is), but still.... It's like some of the characters only knew one work -- fuck. And every other word was that, or some version of it. After the movie, we grabbed a bite to eat, had a couple of drinks, then headed home. Because DH napped, he was full of energy, but I'd been up since before 9 am, doing chores and all, and now it was after 1 am... Guess what, I was too tired for anything (see what I mean about being out of sync?), so we cuddled and went to sleep.

Now it's Monday -- before I even woke up, YC was in our bed, snuggling with DH. And she didn't want to leave.... So, once again, nothin' happening here. I got up, got dressed and headed downstairs to work on brunch and finish the laundry. Now it's the afternoon. I should be tackling the box of work I brought home, should be vacuuming, cleaning, etc., but I'd really just like to take a nap. But if I sleep now, I'll have difficulties tonight and it's back to hell, uhhh, work tomorrow morning. There was mention of showering and some fun before bed tonight. Yeah, ok, right, given the way things have been going, I'm not holding my breath.

I hope everyone else has had a good weekend, holiday or not.

Where's My Spanking?

So here I am snuggled up in bed with my laptop. Yes, DH is home. No, we are not having any fun tonight.

Earlier this evening there had been a definite mention of a good girl spanking. After feeling like crap yesterday, I got up this morning and did all laundry including bath rugs and our comforter; made the bed; dusted the bedroom furniture; cleaned up in the bathroom (DH's side was a mess); cleared away some piles; cleaned up my closet; vacuumed our bedroom, bathroom, bedroom office, upstairs landing, and YC's bedroom. While I worked inside, DH was hard at work outside planting bulbs and raking. Mixed in with all our hard work was constant pushing at the kids to get their assigned chores done. All in all, a tiring day.

While working on dinner, I mentioned to hubby how much work I'd done and the spanking conversation started.

"I'll have to check, and if it's not clean like I like it, you'll get a spanking." Said with a big grin on his face.

"And if it is good, I'll get a good girl spanking." Said with much hope and excitement.

"A good girl spanking? Yeah... and some good sex."

So I'm cleaning up after dinner, doing the last bit of laundry, making sure everything's done, and DH comes upstairs, reclines on the bed to watch TV, and falls asleep. AAAAGGGGGHHHHH.

(I shouldn't complain too much as last night we did have sex -- I was fingered to orgasm, then told to get in position where I received a small spanking before he entered me; it didn't take long for my first orgasm, then another, then he pulled out and entered me anally, where I orgasmed again. And all while I still wasn't feeling 100% well.)

Now I'm going to have to try and collect on the promise, and this is not the first time a spanking has been promised and never received. I just don't seem to be able to get him to understand what it means to me to have him spank me. (Wish I could get him to read some of the other blogs out there...) Just have to keep reminding myself "four day weekend, four day weekend" and hope I get what I need.

Teasing is Not Nice

I don't think I do any 'bratting' behaviours and when asked, DH says that in his opinion I don't. So, that being said, I'm starting to feel a little bratty.

Why, you ask.

Because DH is a teaser.

It's sooooooooo frustrating. He makes spanking comments, he gives a few good swats, and that's it.

Saturday play was limited as we were both too tired to get too worked up. And no action on Sunday, although there was teasing talk. About how would he reward me for exercising regularly (a good girl spanking); what would he do if I didn't keep up with the exercising (a bad girl spanking); a lot of 'masterspeak'; a random swat here and there.

And then last night, as I lay curled on my side, back to DH, he reached over and gave me several very firm spanks. I've got a Pavlovian response thing going on when he starts hand spanking me, especially in that position -- there is an immediate and strong reaction in my pussy. I can feel it immediately start swelling and with each spank I get wetter and more aroused. I know I am pushing my bottom back in expectation of the next spank. And I am really enjoying this, and he knows it.

And then he stops, rolls over, and goes to sleep. (I am constantly amazed at how quickly he can do that).

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I am now totally frustrated, and left with no choice but to take care of myself, as quietly and as still as possible, otherwise I will not be able to relax and fall asleep.

This was not the first time this has happened, and I'm sure it won't be the last. If DH is too tired to follow through, I wish he wouldn't even start. Drives me crazy. And if he's thinking a spanking and sex is too much work, then, heck, I'd settle for just the sex, to take the edge off. And it can be a straight forward quickie, no bells and whistles.

This frustration is what is leading to thoughts of bratting. The reason I haven't yet bratted (besides the fact that I don't consider it appropriate behavior for a grown woman -- another post, another time) is that I'm not convinced it would lead to the desired outcome -- a well spanked, very hot, very red bottom and intense sex.

Maybe, if it doesn't get too late, I can convince DH that a little 'play time' before sleep would be good, very good.

Now if I can just getting to follow through, and turn his teasing into reality.