No, I am not joking. Well, three light playful swats in the bed the other night, but that's all. I mean we are in a drought here, people. I may just about dry up and wilt away in this desert. I know we are sick with this nasty junk, but come on here. Seriously! How in the world are we going to survive? Should I go on? I really could, but you get the gist of it.
Whew! That felt good to get out my system. Meltdown was so close to happening here. I'm strung out on these steroids, and if Hoss wasn't gone most of the day working in his office, I do believe there would be spankings anew every hour of every day. I am good like that, friends. It is a refined skill at doing my best to be submissive and falling short at just about every turn. It's just so easy to get into trouble, and at times, so difficult to stay out of it. It's not always like that. I have been known to be good, but right now my insides are all twisted about and I just need something to right my mind. To get my emotions back into check.
I think I'm a spanko, but only when it comes to playful swats and such. When it comes to the heavy stuff like being spanked for sass aka attitude, well, I'm a wimp anymore. I'm begging to be let off before the spanking begins. Is anyone else like that? All too big for your britches until things take a nasty turn and your man starts throwing implements out onto the bed. All that attitude melts like butter on a piece of toast and my sass starts to melt right along with it.
It's just the whole loss of not being spanked. It is so hard when I'm used to it. I mean, this probably is not even making sense, and maybe it's the meds talking, but I need a reset something awful, people. I know it does not make sense, but it does. When I get all wound tight like this, that's what I crave. The worst part is that Hoss is the one that gives the spankings. DUH! And he really is not up to it right now. I need a hug. And a spanking. Anyone else out there with me?