Dashing Through the Snow!

Hey, there, to everyone out in blogland,

I have felt so welcomed over the past few days and I am very thankful for such kind words of encouragement and support.  I am indeed blessed to have had a few mentors who have encouraged me to get through my first spanking post.  Thank you, Meredith for finding the email that I sent to you that had this and for the title, (I still cannot believe I somehow erased it), and thank you to Jan for telling me to just get it over with and I’d feel better.  A quick bit about my man and I first off.  

We both love to laugh and tease one another.  Many mornings I receive a maintenance type spanking and this little post speaks to that.  We do good girl, stress relief and discipline types too, but this helps to reset me and most of the time is done in a bit of a teasing, happy manner.  

One of our favorite times is when he is getting ready to spank or in the middle of spanking and I find I cannot keep my sassy mouth quiet long enough to answer appropriately.  Many times things pop right out of my mouth and I do not even have any idea how they even got there.  I say things that even I am like sheesh, girl, get ahold of yourself.   The majority of those times we are simply doing a maintenance type spanking, because if I said something sassy during a discipline spanking the reaction would NOT be the same.  My man usually has an equally good comeback for my sass and that leads us to this little post, which actually took place in early October and is truly my favorite spanking memory since we started this around six months ago. I apologize in advance that it is a bit long.

I have had a nasty sinus infection since Wednesday last and have been pretty much spank free since then.  Not always a good thing, let me tell you, being spank free. There was a lovely good girl spanking Saturday evening, but other than that he was giving me a break.  As I was informed several times this weekend it was not because I was good, but because he was letting me recover from the sinus infection. I'm glad he's really embracing the communication factor since a previous misunderstanding. 

This morning I woke up at 3 am ready to conquer the world.  Ahhh, a quiet and peaceful home with everyone else sleeping soundly in their beds.  A mommy's dream morning!  I got cracking on laundry that had piled even larger over the weekend and then proceeded to do a bit of reading with chores intertwined.  I made a yummy egg casserole and showered then went to wake my man up at 530.  

We were both in good moods, having breakfast in bed when he announced that he felt I was well enough for maintenance!  I had already decided that I was not going to fight it, no folks, I was going to submit.  I had it in my mind that I needed a good reset, so to speak. He had me procure the blasted "big bertha" bath brush and lay over his lap on a nice comfy pillow, of course comfort would not last long.  He began paddling harder than usual and I called for an immediate timeout.   Yes, during maintenance I'm allowed to call a timeout if something is wrong.  There was most definitely something wrong!  He was spanking way too hard!!!  He said it was because I still had my pajama bottoms on and he needed to compensate for the extra layers.  I promptly removed those!  Now, I went right back over my lap and then it happened.  The man did something I never expected.  He burst into song!

Yes, let me tell you that you have not experienced life until your man spanks you to the tune of Jingle Bells!  I wiggled up and away as he laughed hysterically and tried to hold me in place!   My words were, "what the heck is wrong with you!  The last thing I need to have is the image of you spanking me to that tune when the kids start singing it.  I'll never keep a straight face again!"  His reply truly took me by surprise, "how else am I going to keep the beat?" He said between his laughing and spanking.  I did not realize he needed to 'keep the beat' so to speak.  He proceeded to spank me while singing and laughing through the chorus and first verse.  My butt was on fire!  He finally stopped and lectured briefly about me getting up, twice, while he serenaded and spanked me.  How could I not enjoy his serenade?  The giggling time ended though as he moved on to  reminding me of a few issues he wanted me to remember and those spanks became harder, more serious whilst holding me in place.  Dang that blasted bath brush hurt!  I'm still sore four hours later!!!!!  

When we were cuddling afterward I reminded him how much he disliked Christmas songs before November (kids and I usually begin playing them in October).  He told me he would pick a Halloween tune next.  Laughing, I suggested Monster Mash.  Yes, I think we both have a bit of a wicked sense of humor.  He tried out a few lyrics (thankfully not on my bum).  Thankfully we have had only a few more times that I have been serenaded by my man and one was to the tune of the “Song That Never Ends” yeah, I don’t really recommend that one!  


Whew!  First spanking post done and done.  You are right, Jan, it does feel good to have it written!  I also did not end up chewing my fingernails or having to eat a ton of ice cream to get through it!  So a couple of questions for all of you who are daring enough to respond.  (By the way, I love to ask questions, so please indulge me here).  Have you every been spanked and serenaded?  How often do you dissolve into laughter over a spanking? And finally is my man the only one who's crazy enough to name his implements?  

Thanks again for everyone stopping by and I hope you enjoyed the visit as much as I did.


--Baker