Marks

 Alternate title: 

Never let your husband trim the Crabapple tree

 on weigh in day.

I’m a spanko through and through. I spent my youth, well actually right on up until the present, day-dreaming about my lover’s hand, his belt, paddles of leather or wood. I’ve eyed with longing many kitchen implements and even the occasional sandal. 

But never once have I daydreamed longing of a cane or anything like it. I was reared in the south. I doubt anyone had heard of someone being caned – but trust me every parent and grandparent knew all about switches and they knew how to use them too.

Sadly, my Nick knows all about them too – as well as my dislike for them. Unfortunately, that make them an excellent motivational tool. And it just so happened he was trimming the Crabapple tree hours before we were to have ‘weekly review’. Seeing this he thought it might come in handy in getting my attention as we come upon some big eating events in the next week.

He used it sparingly, after a nice warm-up, but it did leave marks and I think that bothered him a little. He remarked on them a couple of time. I said I wanted to see too and he took a quick picture – impressive. I assured him that as a spanko, I liked the occasionally mark. But I do prefer a small bruise from a paddle or belt if I had my choice.

No, I’m not posting the picture! I had Nick delete it. With Mollie as our tech support there is no reason to have that on his phone! 

I’m off for more exercise and less eating!