I got a spanking

Yes it happened and I remembered exactly what it was. I shouldn’t say that, there have been several spankings lately and I have diverging thought and feelings about them all, but I’ll delve into all that in another post. Today I’ll just tell you about an interesting one.

Two Fridays ago I came home a little tired as usual, but I needed to get the house ready for my sister’s visit. Nick’s off on Fridays and he’d already done a lot so he asked me to join him in the spare room. He told me it was time to clear the ‘list’.  I had to smile, most of the time he barely remembers the list, but it seems to come to mind when he needs in. One of his little pet peeves is me not getting my laundry put away in a timely manner – I get twenty-four hours after he does the laundry and sits the basket down in the living room. If time’s running out and I don’t really feel like messing with it I stick the basket in the spare room.

That’s the way I got ‘put away laundry’ on the list twice in one week. Oh well, he started out over my jeans – which is the way I like it now, unfortunate that didn’t last long as he told after a round with Blondie’s paddle, to take my pants off. Now what does that mean exactly? I took off my jeans, my pants. He had left the room for more weapons of ass destruction and he came back to find me with my panties still on – he hadn’t said I had to take them off. He took them off for me and I had a quick burning session for not taking them off myself. Was that one fair?

He then decided to improve my listening skills is a way that does always seem to work, the use of a plug. How something used exclusive at one end can improve your hearing at the other is amazing. But I listened carefully as he proceeded to thoroughly spank my butt and thighs. It HURT! Yeah, yeah, I know.

Finally, spanking over, hugs given and I go to put on my pants when Nick says,  “No, just leave them off for now.” I was still ‘listening’ intently at this time. But I gently protested, it wasn’t cold, but at the same time we never keep out house overly warm.

Nick was his usual sweet self as he told me, “You just go ahead an do what you need to do before sister gets here and if your bottom gets cold you just let me know.” Well doesn’t that put you in a hell of a predicament? I scurried, well as well as one can scurry while wearing a listening device.  But Nick kept finding pervertibles and kept trying them out on my red and easily available target, wooden spoons, flyswatters, tennis shoes I’d left in the living room – just about anything he could get his hands on.

It was unsettling to say the least, but at my age it was very nice to have Nick wrap his arms around me later and say, “It sure is fun being able to see your red bottom and to have it so available. We’ll have to do this again some time.”

What’s a girl to do? I spend half my time trying to convince myself I don’t really need spanking in my life anymore and the other half longing for it (except while it’s happening, I’m not wild about it then.)

And so continues on the ravings of an old spanko – stay tuned.