Nothing much was happening........... a very warm, summer evening. Jack was focused on baseball on TV, and I was trying to have a conversation with him. Finally I gathered up my things and announced I was going upstairs. Later he would say I "flounced" upstairs full of sass and acting smarty. I got into bed and was reading on my iPad. Things were real quiet downstairs. I did not call him to me to say good night and knew that might be a troublesome thing not to do. I knew that he would come to bed and wake me up with good kisses. I turned out the lights and watched the stars outside the open, wide open window. I began to drift off to sleep. I have no idea how long I had been asleep when Jack came in loud and very Hoh-y.
Jack came into the dark room coming right over to my side of the bed. He pulled me to the side to the bed, pulled lacy things down and began a fast and furious spanking. I buried my head in the duvet covers and held still. The implement drawer was only a few steps away. I hoped submitting my body would satisfy his urge to spank. He used words like flounce and smarty sass and all I could recall was telling him I was going upstairs. The spanking continued and I was still. Amazing! Then he put me back in bed telling me to go to sleep after he kissed my forehead. He said as he left the room that I was to remember that he did like me freshly spanked. Head on pillow, looking at the starry sky, I thought what just happened?
It was then I noticed the open windows and wondered just what the neighbors heard as their windows were open as well on this very warm, starry night.
A short while later, he came to bed and gathering me up in his arms. I asked if I could take a pain pill because my bottom was throbbing and he said no pill, my bottom was suppose to hurt! Good gravy!
We usually talk after a spanking, but in the morning, I could not make eye contact with my Jack. What happened I decided was best left unexplored.
I will make sure I do not flounce even if I do not know just how I did that.