You know when things are really tense? When it just seems like the whole family is in survival mode? Maybe you get irritated easier than you normally would...or perhaps people just rub you the wrong way? Well, I was having a little bit of one of those days earlier this week. And well, Hoss had a slightly different way of handling things.
Now, I just want to clarify to everyone out there, that I'm typically a very angelic wife (now, no snickering). Hoss would say and has said often that he enjoys me sassy. I cannot blame him that he sometimes thinks my sass goes a teeny bit too far (I can hear you giggling from here!) I like to keep his life as interesting as possible. I mean a houseful of kids cannot be quite as entertaining as one might think. Add a quirky wife that has a sassy mouth, and well, things can be far more exciting!
"Okay, I hear you, settle down already and tell the story, Baker."
You all are a rather impatient lot, that's for sure!
The other night we were trying to get caught up on a bit of maintenance. Well, Hoss has this thing that he does that drives me absolutely wild.
NO! Not that. Come on, "Exercising," is pretty wild sometimes, but I'm not talking about that.
No, that man of mine likes to let me, "Pick," my implement. Now, with a houseful of people that typically screams Lulu (aka Loopy). But I had no intention of reaching for that horrible thing. I was not, "feeling it," for Bertha either. And the thing was we really had minimal people in our home. The ones that were here were way on the other side of the house and quite deeply engrossed in a movie. I could pretty much choose anything.
Sigh, I could have picked something loud or quiet. It truly would not have mattered. The thing was... I did not want to have anything warm my tushy. I was tired. I simply wanted to curl up in bed and go to sleep with my husband cheering on his favorite football team in the background. For those of you wondering, "Yes, I can sleep when it's loud."
Well, back to my story. (I know...finally, right?) I turned to Hoss and told him as sweetly as possible that I had no interest in picking out an implement of any kind. That I felt it was best to choose...his hand!
Now, a full on spanking with Hoss' hand has not happened in ages. It is simply unheard of here. But I asked and he said, "Sure." I was thinking Baker you just got off soooo easy!
I was so WRONG!
I do not know if you realize this or not, but a hand spanking....well, for one it hurts more than I remembered. Secondly, it covers way, way, way more area than either Bertha or Lulu! Thirdly, I think we both were surprised how red he could turn my bum in just a few slaps of his hand! The other thing was....wait for it.....
wait for it....
wait for it.....
It also gave us the giggles! It was actually one of the most delicious spankings I had in a very long time. He was trying his best to make me squirm then warning me to stay still. I was trying hard to stay still and not give him the satisfaction of making me wiggle or squeak out an ouch here or there. We both had a really nice time and it just felt....so right.
And isn't that what it's all about anyway?
Hope you all are having a spanking good fall! And for our friends from down under. I hope your spring has finally sprung!