Things had been brewing all day. I was testy and grouchy. We had been away and Jack was so ready for a reset. Re-entry is not for the faint of heart. Hotel spankings are rare for us, so upon getting home, he was ready to tan my hide. I was not so ready. Finally, he had had enough and called me upstairs and there was that paddle on the bed again.
That paddle has lived in his sweater drawer undisrupted and nestled in all that wool. Cozy and comfortable! Now he has brought it out several times and I am not sure why when he had been quite thorough using his hand. He took off my robe and over I went. His hand was used ever so briefly and then he began with the paddle talking as he spanked. Who can possibly listen at that point? Not me! I tried to hold still, and there were no socks to dance off. Along about the 12th spank, I was so done. I stood right up and began rubbing. He stared and asked me what I thought I was doing. I stayed mute, truly thinking he was done. He pushed me right back into place and continued with that paddle. Boy howdy!
For the very first time, I was not teary, but actually crying. I was so hoping he was done. I had stopped squirming and there was no dance left in me. He brought me up to his arms and said that his idea of a reset was now complete. He wanted his sweet Mere, no sass and lip coming from me. Did I understand and I nodded and breathed deeply leaning against his chest as I continued to rub.
Getting back into our chosen roles........ Jack leading and my leaning in....... really gets off track when we are away. I am not sure why the paddle is making an appearance each time there is a spanking lately, but it is here to stay. I do not ask that question about why. We have been at this ttwd for over five years, and my Jack is the best and is most comfortable spanking to get that reset accomplished.