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I realize this may have been said somewhere before, but I just wanted to remind you. Nick reminded me yesterday. I sure can’t say we have a DD marriage, but things do crop up occasionally. Nick has been very kind about paying attention lately.
One thing I can’t seem to get done in good time in putting away my laundry. Nick does it all, and usually I get mine folded, but then it just sits in the basket. Nick says I have twenty-four hours to put it away.
Sadly even thought I had two extra days it never quite got done. But I did put the basket in the spare room hoping he wouldn’t notice it. He did. I teased with him, telling him it was Mollie’s fault or at least not my fault, because I forgot. He laughed with me then told me to go get the paddle. Seriously?
I went and got the Blondie paddle – love the paddle, hate the feel. It was shortly after that that I remembered – spankings hurt! And I’m not just being flippant. Something’s happened to me. When we began I could take anything Nick could dish out – he could spank as hard as he could, as long as he could and I could take it and often be asking for more. This was a short spanking and I was begging him to stop. I was glad he didn’t stop just because I was asking him to, but it seriously hurt.
I’ve become a spanking wimp. Has this happened to anyone else?