A Blessing and a Curse

It’s a blessing and a curse to have a man who can fix anything as well as make anything. You see for the last couple of days J has been saying he was going to make a paddle. Our last one got broken, hum, wonder how that could have happened. J says I need a little therapy because he can tell that I have been disconnected from him. The days have been long, with home renovations, and the South has been as hot as Hades, not to mention I have been subconsciously brewing a stew of nerves over how this impending interview will go; will I get the job, will we have to move, will we have the money. Plus plan for the boys return; will they be happy to be home, will they be happy to stay, will blending back together after they have been with their Dad for a month go smoothly. Too much stress on top of generally not feeling well physically. A + B= Distance which equals a good spanking with lots of loving reassurance that all will be well. <Music playing in the background of the impending doom on my derriere>

J was already awake when I woke this morning. When I began to move he snuggled right up to me and did that thing he does where he puts his arm around my waist and then he gently cups my breast. This morning I was  feeling stand offish and he picked up on it quickly, but let it go. As we chatted he said something that hurt my feelings and so I got up and headed to the shower. Mind you I didn’t leave in a huff, I had a scheduled massage at 9:30 and the morning was getting away from us. When I got back into the room there J stood asking me what was wrong. Grrr! Aversion tactics needed! “So dear, what are you going to do while I am gone?” Damn! Didn’t work! He quickly asked if I was avoiding his question and I responded with, “Why no, J” that sealed it he retorted “Over the bed”

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was leaving for a massage in less than a few minutes. He was relentless and my powers of persuasion were not working. Practically pouting I walked around the bed and he pulled down my panties…everything inside me was protesting. I braced myself and  pop! the sting, again and again. I heard myself let out an “ouch!” and then all of a sudden I burst out in laughter. Oh! Crap! Not again!!! He asked me if I was laughing and I said, of course, “No”. He didn’t fall for that and held me extra tight and worked mercilessly to relieve me of my funny bone. I am broken! It is so extremely wrong to break out in uncontrollable laughter while your behind is naked in the air while hubby is trying to drive a point home. Especially, when it hurts like the dickens!

I was more than warm by the time he was done with me and now I was worried about meeting my new massage therapist. A good look in the mirror and the heat radiating off me had me praying that we would start the session off on my back. While all these stray thoughts were going through my head J pipes up and says that he was making a paddle today. Great! Nothing like breaking the funny bone with a paddle!

Hug, hug, kiss, kiss and out the door me and my red hot bottom went. I managed to be right on time for my appointment, but to my dismay she told me that we would be starting out with me on my tummy. My brain had to tell my body to relax and I willed my derriere not to be bright red, is that possible? Although I felt extremely exposed, since we worked on my hips, I never got the feeling that she found a hand print staring up at her when she uncovered my hip. Whew! That would have been a fun conversation. Yeah, I am an earthy, bohemian sort of gal with a mix of traditional “DD” values at home.

Will share later if a paddle indeed gets made today or if my powers of persuasion are re-energized and convincing that a connection has been made now that I have had a massage and feel relaxed. One can only hope!