Content

I wrote this a few weeks ago, so no worries, my bum is fine.  I like that I can go there in my mind by rereading it now.  The peace that washes over me is a very lovely feeling just remembering what I learned that day.

I love quiet, peaceful morning when the kids are sleeping and my man has already headed off to work and things are just quiet.  Our ac is acting up so we opened our windows last night.  We had a lovely storm that brought fall like weather and I'm enjoying the sounds of the wind this morning, very calming.   If I had the guts I'd be lying here naked, so my bum could cool off from the breeze!   

Wow, did I pay for yesterday's attitude big time.  Going to have to burn Big Bertha soon!  She's got to go.   I'm certain she would not mind a new home.  Sigh….Probably would not matter if I got rid of it anyway, I'm certain whatever he would come up with would be far worse for my bum.  I know it does not pay for me to smart off to my man, but I did several times yesterday.  I've been very tired lately and I was not coping very well at all.  Not just one snide text, but several.   I accused him of being rude and it took several hours with a few phone calls before I could get myself to settle down and stop losing it on him.  I was already in deep at that point.  Like needing waders that go up to my neck kind of deep.  Have you ever been there?

So this morning, bright and early he is getting ready to go into work.   He told me to get Big Bertha out and be ready once he was dressed.  I tried to sit on the bed, but was immediately told to get down and wait in a very serious tone.  That is never a good sign.  It is rare that he is that serious.  He said he needed something and I went to retrieve it and was told again to stand there and wait.  Yup, this was not looking good for me at all.  When he was ready, I leaned over the bed on a pillow (what is it with me that I absolutely hate that position?  I can hardly tolerate a spanking in that position at all) and he started in hard and fast.  That blasted bath brush hurts and I was wiggling around, standing up, stomping my feet, trying my best to breathe through it.  Remember the other day when I said I do not make sassy comments during a discipline type spanking, yes, well just because I was not saying them, did not mean I was not thinking them LOUDLY in my head!  He put his left hand on my back and pushed me back down.  I was doing everything I could to stay in control of myself, but I think I stood up three times.  I received a lot of extras this morning for not submitting to the discipline, but oh, my gosh, it hurt, so bad I could hardly handle it.  At least I had not grabbed that blasted thing and flung it, um, well, that’s another story altogether.

I cannot contemplate sitting on my backside without it aching right now.  I seriously got the message to behave today.  Broke my good streak, that's for sure, but afterward he hugged me tight and kissed me so gently.  I love my man's lips, so soft.  He told me how much he loves me.  I felt so loved, content, and peaceful inside.  So centered.  All the angry words forgotten and forgiven by him.  I love that he cares so much for me and does not let me get away with nasty remarks or disrespect anymore.  It used to be when we got into a tiff we'd argue and tear each other down for days.  It was like the anger came and would stay around for days.  Now, that he can deal with things the argument is over before it starts.  I love that!  I also get to walk away from things feeling cherished and not wounded.  I love that him taking control can do that for me, for us.  It’s a feeling like no other.

Sorry, not a silly spanking 'post,” but one I felt needed to be shared.  I’m just feeling very relaxed and thankful, not contemplating how this works, so much as just loving that it does.  Thanks for listening.    

--Baker