Trying my best to shake my posting doldrums per my last post. I thought it would be a good time to share a spanking, just in case you might wonder if I am still spanked. Actually, that’s not why. It’s because I know without an occasional spanking story, you spankos will leave me. Be honest. Yes, I am talking about you. Although sorry if this one disappoints, not really a lot to this one.
So I got this spanking yesterday. Not a big deal, sort of a typical spanking. No catharsis or anything like that. But it was with a new implement of sorts, so I thought it blogworthy.
Mike used the dog leash. I was spanked because I forgot to walk the dogs – part of my scheduled routine. In fairness, my schedule got off track because something came up and I had to run to J’s school. I had errands to run and figured it best to just do them after I was done at the school. Well, once the routine was all off, I was, well, out of my routine. Thus I completely forgot to walk the dogs.
Even worse, I forgot that I forgot. It wasn’t until Monday when I went to walk them that it dawned on me that I didn’t walk them on Friday. Of course, I had to inform Mike of this.
Always looking to try and have the punishment fit the crime, he had me fetch the dog leash. Having never used it before to spank me, he gave me three swats with it and then asked me how it felt. “Wonderful. Give me lots more please!” Just kidding, I didn’t say that. It was more like, “It’s fine, Sir, you can continue.” (Tip: always test out improvised spanking devices least you avoid painful welts on your boobs, not that there’s anything wrong with that if that’s what you like).
I then got 15 in quick succession, no pause in between. About halfway through I started to squeal a little, and then a little more, and a little more. It wasn’t too loud (J was home), but reflected just how much it stung. It was more like a whip than a spank.
Mike then lectured me, and then said those 15 were for forgetting to walk the dogs, and I would now get more for forgetting that I forgot. He said they would be harder than the first set, and they were. Fortunately, he stopped at 7. I had three or four pink stripes across my butt.
As it has been cold, it isn’t uncommon for any one or more of us to wear some clothes around the house. Naturism be damned as sometimes you just gotta keep warm. So J didn’t question why I was covered and had to stay covered the next day before the marks were sufficiently gone.
So there you go, a spanking story! And a short post from Jen!
No waxing philosophical and no ramblings about feelings of a humbling deliverance. I shall eschew the obfuscation of a non sequitur, and minimize my predisposition for acute prolixity. Yes, indeed. This is the end of this spanking story.
Or maybe not. You know, this got me thinking. . . nah, never mind.