CarolineOh
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I received the worst, or depending on your point of view best, spanking of my life last night. I am still squirming in my seat this morning as I type this.
I have been very out of sorts of late. I am thrilled to be marrying my darling Sam in just three weeks time, but the impending wedding has brought back many bad memories of my first wedding, and the miserable failure that followed it, and that has made me feel depressed and irritable.
I had no work for most of the week, so I decided to take a little time off, to relax and reflect. So I drove north, rented a little cabin on Lake Huron , and spent a few quiet days by myself, just resting , relaxing, and taking wonderful long walks along the beach.
I came home feeling much better, but still with a nagging feeling of stress around the edge of my consciousness.
Last night I talked to Sam about how I felt, that I was glad I had my alone time, but that I felt guilty that I had ben neglectful towards him, and in other relationships and concerns.
He agreed. He asked me what would make me feel better and I told him that I thought I deserved a spanking. Not a sensuously playful spanking, but a real one, one that would make me feel the air had been cleared between us.
He sat and considered it for a few minutes and then he stood, took hold of my arm and marched me into my bedroom. Without cermony he sat on the end of the bed, pulled me across his lap, yanked my panties down to my knees and began.
He gave me no warm up, no tender pats or caresses. His big hard hand came down across my bottom , fast and furious. Within a few seconds I was kicking and crying.
I'm sure he only spanked me for a few minutes, but it felt like hours while I was across his knees. When he finally lifted me up again my entire butt felt like it was aflame, and I was sniffling and blubbering like a little girl. But as he laid me down on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, I felt so much relief, like the slate had been wiped clean, and any unpleasant feeling between us had been washed away.
I don't think of this as punishment, but as a cathartic expiation. A mutually needed mood adjustment.
I feel wonderful this morning. I feel loved and cared for. But it is still damn uncomfortable to sit down!
I have been very out of sorts of late. I am thrilled to be marrying my darling Sam in just three weeks time, but the impending wedding has brought back many bad memories of my first wedding, and the miserable failure that followed it, and that has made me feel depressed and irritable.
I had no work for most of the week, so I decided to take a little time off, to relax and reflect. So I drove north, rented a little cabin on Lake Huron , and spent a few quiet days by myself, just resting , relaxing, and taking wonderful long walks along the beach.
I came home feeling much better, but still with a nagging feeling of stress around the edge of my consciousness.
Last night I talked to Sam about how I felt, that I was glad I had my alone time, but that I felt guilty that I had ben neglectful towards him, and in other relationships and concerns.
He agreed. He asked me what would make me feel better and I told him that I thought I deserved a spanking. Not a sensuously playful spanking, but a real one, one that would make me feel the air had been cleared between us.
He sat and considered it for a few minutes and then he stood, took hold of my arm and marched me into my bedroom. Without cermony he sat on the end of the bed, pulled me across his lap, yanked my panties down to my knees and began.
He gave me no warm up, no tender pats or caresses. His big hard hand came down across my bottom , fast and furious. Within a few seconds I was kicking and crying.
I'm sure he only spanked me for a few minutes, but it felt like hours while I was across his knees. When he finally lifted me up again my entire butt felt like it was aflame, and I was sniffling and blubbering like a little girl. But as he laid me down on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, I felt so much relief, like the slate had been wiped clean, and any unpleasant feeling between us had been washed away.
I don't think of this as punishment, but as a cathartic expiation. A mutually needed mood adjustment.
I feel wonderful this morning. I feel loved and cared for. But it is still damn uncomfortable to sit down!