Well, well, well! There were some interesting developments that happened Friday night.
Here's the run down. Bossman was away all day at a seminar. He came home about 5ish. He had some interesting things to share with little man, and he barely said a word to me when he walked in. Highly unusual for him. I usually get first dibs on Bossman. I was on the computer, so I didn't think to much about it, besides he was really excited to talk to little man. After a few minutes he did come over and give me some attention, but I was kinda cranky, and he was interrupting something I was doing on the computer. After a few minutes, Bossman came in and asked to get on the computer. Again, I was a little cranky and didn't want to get off the computer. I got off anyway, but I was huffy about it.
A little later, I was walking through the kitchen and noticed that Bossman had left a bunch of stuff on the counter. Normally this doesn't bother me, but I had spent a good part of the afternoon cleaning up the house, and it annoyed me that he had made a mess on the counter. I might have, kind of, made a snippy comment to him in passing.
About an hour later, little man got invited out to dinner with a friend of his. The wildchild went to a football game. Low and behold, we suddenly were home alone. This was quite unexpected. As soon as the wildchild walked out the front door, Bossman said, we have a date in the bedroom. Normally, a date in the bedroom is a good thing, even a great thing, but I could tell by his tone, this was not one of those times.
I tried whining about it. I tried seducing him out of it. (ok, truth is, the seducing part was only half-assed) I could tell he was having no part of it. He was NOT a happy camper. I sort of forgot about how I was acting earlier in the evening. Bossman, however, did not. He told me how happy he was that we had this unexpected time together, for he was NOT happy with the way I had acted. Before the actual festivities began, the phone rang. I happily ran to the other room to get it. When I came back, the big paint stirrer and the wooden spoon were sitting next to Bossman, who was also sitting on the bed, not looking very happy that he had to wait for me. Uh oh, this did not look good for my bottom.
Bossman proceeded to take down my pants and panties. This was only after I stood in front of him which frankly, I didn't do to willingly. Once I saw he was really serious I decided I better play along. Only this wasn't going to be play.
After bending over his lap, which means I'm over one knee with the top half of my body on the bed, he proceeded with the paint stirrer. Now, lets get one thing clear, the paint stirrer hurts, but not at first. It is light and wooden, so it stings but not unbearable. It's a great warm up. Let's get one other thing perfectly clear, he wasn't going to go easy on me. So the paint stirrer was used harder than usual.
Here's one thing I don't like. I don't like answering questions when being spanked. It's hard for me to hear, over the slap, slap, slap, on my behind, not to mention it's hard to concentrate on anything while having your butt spanked hard. Furthermore, who can hear over all that yelping and whining? Unfortunately, Bossman didn't really care about that. He kept asking me questions like, do you understand that you acted badly? Do you think it was right to make snide comments about the counter? Did you think that you were acting like a spoiled brat about the computer?
How does one that is being spanked hard respond to such questions? Do you fess up? If you fess up, how will this affect your bottom? Do you try and talk your way out of it? Do you try and explain away the poor behavior?
I decided my best defense was to fess up. Really people, I acted really poorly. There was no reason at all to get so grumpy about the counter. He had only left a couple of things there, and I hadn't even given him a chance to clean it up. My attitude about the computer was also bad. I had been on the computer a lot that day. I was only playing a game from the website Eva suggested. (Thanks Eva, I love that site.) I wasn't doing anything important, and he wanted to check his e-mail from work, which really is more important that a game, right?
So back to the spanking. He warmed my butt up real good with the PS. (I'm tired of typing paint stirrer.) It was really starting to burn. Next thing I know, I feel the hard deep thunck of the wooden spoon. Oh man, that really hurt. I really thought this would be the time I would cry. I was close. It was hurting, bad! I actually got to the point where I couldn't feel it anymore, but then he would it a spot that he hadn't hit as much, and I would feel it again.
Ok, I didn't cry. But on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd give this one an 8. It was one of my worst spankings. Afterward, he took away my panties, and I had to wear my jeans without them. My butt was so sore that it felt stretched out. It didn't feel swollen, just really tight, and hot. Sitting was not very comfortable. It actually hurt when I stood up and tried to walk.
Afterwards, I was ready to jump his bones, but we hadn't eaten dinner, and we weren't sure how long the little man would be gone. But don't you worry, after everyone was safely in bed we had a long talk. We snuggled together in bed. When we have these conversations we usually caress each others, you know, parts. We spoon together, with me in front, and I reach behind and find his. He can reach in front with one hand and grab a nipple, plus use his other hand to find my spot. While touching, we talked about different things. I told him how much the spanking hurt, but that it really was the perfect way to handle things. We both realize that because of children, it can rarely be handled so quickly. Everything was working on our side. I wasn't even thinking I would get a spanking, and if I got one like I did last night, every time I acted so selfishly, I probably wouldn't act like that. At least I would probably think twice before acting like that.
In case you're wondering, yes, we had the best sex afterward. My butt rubbing against him as he's pushing in and out of me. It doesn't get any better than that!
Now, Eva, could you wish that I won the lotto, because last night came pretty darn close to what you wished for. Plus, I could really use the money!
later.....
