My Friday spankings were an experiment. I knew I needed more than I was getting and I wanted to see if this would work. Nick has been a doll and hasn’t let a single week go by without giving me that attention. I’ve found I really like those short really hard spankings over clothing. I feel like I can take what ever he can dish out if I can keep my pants on. He’s lightened up as time has gone on, but he hasn’t forgotten. And I love him for that.
I know many spanko friend will completely understand my feelings during the spanking of, “Too hard, too hard – I can’t take anymore!” and how they suddenly change to, “Is that all, are you done?” as soon as he stops. I guess I have to agree with what Nick has said more than once women are hard to understand. I’m losing the ability to understand myself.
I still find myself trying to find a category for Nick and me. We don’t do discipline – although I certainly deserve a healthy dose now and then and I think I’d like it. It’s not exactly stress relief – at least I rarely feel stressed. Maintenance? Sorta, I guess. He’s always been good to spank for erotic reasons. But that’s not what these Fridays are. I guess he’s doing them just because I asked him to. That makes him a pretty good husband, don’t you think? I wish they were a little more for him, I wish I could sense that he felt he truly had a good reason and would beat my butt until he felt that there was going to be a serious change or just until his frustrations were relieved.
I only asked him to do this until Thanksgiving. I wanted to see if it would work, if he liked it and if I liked it. It’s been a great experiment. The time isn’t perfect for me. I chose it because he has Fridays off, but I don’t. I’m tired by Friday afternoons; sometimes it occurs before we go out to eat, but sometimes Mollie’s here then. After we eat I feel a little full and sleepy. Sometimes he’ll make me wear a plug afterwards. Although somewhat uncomfortable it does focus me and I just love the feelings of submission that come with it. But he doesn’t do it all the time.
This is first weekend so I sent him an email yesterday. I thanked him for his attention, but admitting that we’d only agree to do it until Thanksgiving. I told him that if he still wanted to do it we could incorporate it in sometime Saturday along with the massage I’d requested to help get the kinks out that I knew would be there from all the wrapping I’d planned to do.
We were heading out to eat a little later when Nick caught me in the hall. He said, “Your ideas for tomorrow sound real nice. But I think we have good tradition going now and I see no reason to stop our Friday appointments.” Leading me to bend over the bed in the spare room he proceeded to warm my bottom nicely with Blondie’s paddle. He was laughing a little as he continued, “And you thought we were going to stop at Thanksgiving.”
I can hear all of you think in unison, “Be careful what you ask for…” A little later that night I got an email from Nick saying, he would be happy to give me a good massage after I got done with the wrapping adding, “I'll try to do my part. But I don't want to get rid of all the "kinks"!” That man is a sweetie!
*** Okay, I wrote this Saturday morning before we celebrated First weekend. Ummm… let's just say I have more to tell. I have the urge to type standing up, but I'll have the rest of the story tomorrow.