That was Exactly his Plan...ugh...Ouch!

It's been an emotionally exhausting couple of days.

I don't normally get too excited over news from the doc because I am more of a natural kind-a-girl. Believe the body will heal its self-kind-of-person herbs, good old fashion diet and exercise etc.This wasn't the case with this past visit, but now that I am a couple days away from the news and am feeling a bit more level headed and focused my mood is improving.

Of course my loving husband had a lot to do with the fact that I didn't completely melt down and hide in my shell. Although I did contemplate it.

I mentioned in my previous post that Hubby had sent all the boys to church and that was out of the norm for us. My suspicions were correct, he had every intention of spanking me. When he woke up I was told that I needed some stress relief and that I needed to move to the end of the chaise.

As much as I knew I needed this I was feeling fiery and knew that this was not going to go well. I asked if he would consider another time.....NOPE....So, I  acquiesced to his request. He was holding the dreaded wooden spoon, his favorite of implements right now. And it started...and I had no pain tolerance at all. I requested a warm up and he agreed, but he was back to tanning my backside in no time. I wasn't taking this very well and I was trying to stay still, but instead it was more of a wrestling match. Not good for me, Hubby is a big guy.

At the point that I had slipped off the chaise onto my bottom I tried to recenter and start over, but it just hurt worse than normal. He finally got to a place, I suppose, that he felt we were done and then I opened my big mouth. I started griping about why I was so upset, little stuff, and I started to get a bit indignant.

He has this way of looking at me and knowing exactly where I am. He did it this night too. A good look into my eyes and a patient ear he decided I wasn't were I needed to be. He requested that I get back on my knees and get into position. I did hotly! And so, he made sure that the heat from my attitude was moved to my bum. I resisted with all I had and this time he decided that the thighs were okay to warn as well as the bottom of my feet because they were in the way. And it went on until I had no more fight. This has never happened to me, lost my fight. And I am beginning to think he's reading up on spanking because he had some techniques he's never used before....grrr!

Embarrassingly, when he finally let me up I threw my self down in the, gotta protect my bottom pose, and kicked my legs like a little girl and then the tear poured out. If I had been a fly on the wall I would have been laughing hysterically at that girl, but instead I was balling my eyes out and trying to catch my breath.

Hubby held me until I was strong enough to let go of our embrace.

I was pretty upset for most of the night, but I was aptly refocused and was able to take care of my family the way I would have if I hadn't been in this tailspin. I got Hubby off to work and everyone off to bed and the next day arrived. To my surprise I was able to laugh at work and got a great deal of work done, YES!

I know I say that I have stopped trying to figure out why this spanking business works, but deep down I would still like to understand. I have to believe that it has a majority to do with the fact that the man spanking me truly loves me and wouldn't do this for us unless it brought harmony to our lives.

I feel very blessed.