Yes, believe it or not, I got spanked. For some reason Nick has found a little problem with my attitude lately. Not that there was anything really wrong with it. I’ve just been complaining a little. You see we had a little ice the other morning and school was delayed. But I didn’t get the call until after I’d gotten up and showered. So I couldn’t really go back to bed or anything. I mean, yes it was nice to have delay and all, but couldn’t they have called a half hour earlier. I text Nick to tell him about it, he response was, “Are you bragging or complaining?” I guess it was a little of both.
When I got home, I’d barely sat down before Nick walked into the room with Blondie’s paddle and pulled me across his lap, as I mildly protested. Now that paddle packs a pretty impressive sting. He was going on about my attitude, “You get two hour off, that you’re going to be paid for and you have to whine and complain that they didn’t call you earlier?” I was laughing, but squirming at the same time – there was a pretty good sting going on here.
“And,” he went on, “you said something about joining the gym again, but I’ve not seen any headway being made toward that. So hear this – you will rejoin the gym and you will go, twice a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays will be fine and if something comes up that you can’t make one of those days you’ll have Friday or Saturday to make it up.” This little speech didn’t slow the spanking any. I was agreeing to anything at that point!
My bottom was stinging for sure, but I really appreciated what he was doing. Besides the spanking itself, I was glad he just told me I had to rejoin the gym. I know I need to, but I just haven’t been able to make myself. That’s what I need from him, not a long list of rules that we would both forget. But just a firm, ‘DO IT.’ about something that matters. So I’m off to join the gym this afternoon.