So, the other day, I was bemoaning in my latest post that I was feeling like we were in a bit of a desert simply because there were no spankings to be had. In our home, we have a definite hard and fast rule. I am not allowed to post anything without Hoss' permission when it comes to this blog. It's for our own safety. Always put an extra set an eyes on what I write before I post it. Occasionally, that comes back to bite me in the butt.
Let's recap, shall we?
My latest post had to do with feeling like I was definitely lacking in the spanking arena. Hoss and I had both been sick and even though we were sick, I was craving a reset. Well, in order to share with you all my dilemma, I had to share the post with Hoss first.
Let's recap his reaction, shall we?
He began to read in earnest as he almost always does. My man is very sweet and supportive of this blog. He also wants to make sure we do our best to present DD in a way that helps or teaches others. We also want to be authentic. Show our readers the real us as best as we can, without necessarily oversharing. So, Hoss picks up my laptop and is reading away. When he sets it down he chuckles. I look up from my side of the bed. "What's up? Did you like it?" He grins. "Oh, we will definitely be taking care of that." I smiled and we left it at that. We were both worn out. Kids were still up. It was not going to happen right then, and probably not even that night and we both knew it.
Let's recap when it did happen, shall we?
The next morning, as Hoss was getting dressed for work, he beckoned me to him. It was early, my brain was not in first gear yet, so of course I went to him. "Let's take care of that post," he said sweetly. "Huh, what??? Now?" Of course now. That makes perfect sense, right? I shook my head and he gestured to the bed.
Let's recap the spanking, shall we?
I leaned over the bed, praying. Yes, praying because I needed this. Praying because I didn't expect this right now. Praying because I really really want the release from this reset. Hoss begins swatting with his right hand. I am clinching my eyes and breathing through each swat. Hard and steady swats. A few dozen swats and we are done. He pulls me up in a hug and a kiss. "All better?" he asks. I smile. Of course, I'm all better! It's what I needed. I know what keeps me even keel. Hoss smiled back. I love that smile of his. "All better?" he asks. "Yup," came my reply. We share a hug.
Let's recap why this works, shall we?
Because my husband knows me. Sometimes I need to ask for it and I don't. Sometimes I ask for it and he cannot deliver immediately, but he still takes care of me as soon as he can. We know what works for us. This works for us. From the acknowledgement that I was in need to the delivery to the sweet touches afterward. This is a dance that we choose to move to. And it serves us well.