For a couple months now, I have been reading your blogs. Your stories are real, funny and poignant. You walk your readers through the spankings you receive. I read every word and empathize the necessary pain and what happens to each of you after it’s over.
It’s time to share my own story and I am nervous. The point of view is important here. Do I give my view point of what happened or do I tell it from a third person point of view? I think I will do a little of both.
What I want to know is how a painful spanking calms and settles me. How does that happen? I am an educated woman and intellectually, I am mystified as to what is happening. What is my very sore bottom telling my brain? Why is the world set right again when the spanking is over? Why do I love my hubby for spanking me? Why am I not angry? How is it that a spanking calms me down? Why do I submit with grace and quiet when in my work-a-day- world, I am the feisty one. Somebody explain this to me.
The husband and wife were prickly. She was out of sorts and he had other things on his mind. Even the details are now kind of fuzzy. She teased and poked. He said that was enough. They went out to dinner and things escalated. The wife was cranky making things worse. Silence and no communication followed. Ugh!
We argued about my lengthy computer time and the things that were neglected in the garden as a result. I was rather flip about it, but now cannot remember exactly what was said. I guess I shrugged a few times in response to what he said. I did not look at him or I might have seen that infamous look that husbands give their wives. We didn’t talk on the way home. A bad sign?
The wife went to the bedroom to change into work clothes. Her husband followed.
Taking his wife to the side of the bed, he undid her shorts and put her over the side of the bed. Then he bared her bottom. He spanked her with his hand and the wooden spoon.
I was taken in hand, but really taken more by surprise. When my husband came to me, I became totally submissive and followed him to the side of the bed. He said the spanking was for my attitude. He didn’t like it and the attitude needed to change. My bottom was stinging and I was holding still. I did not fight the spanks. This was no "good girl spanking". This felt real and it was!
When the spanking was over, the husband held his wife. The couple went out to the garden. The husband was gentle and the wife leaned against him. They were now all right.