Be Careful What You Wish For!

Well, he waited for three days, but made up for it today! Once we got to day 3 with no response, I was in a full blown pout. So when we got home, I got the wooden spoon over the jeans. Not real painful, but a start. But it still didn't cure the pout. So this evening, he bent me over the island in the kitchen, pulled down my pants, and spanked my bare butt! Yeow! Bath brush and pancake flipper - those sting! That was an hour ago, and my backside is still giving off heat, and it's a bit sore to sit on. And then he gave me a couple of chores that I'm to get done tomorrow - or else (so he says)! Well, whatever happens, I finally got a warm butt. It's about damn time.

Boy, A Year Since My Last Post?!

Sigh - shame on me. No, I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. But let me tell ya, it's been one hell of a dry spell! There have been times in the last year when I thought I never wanted to hear about spanking ever again. Wasn't getting any so didn't want any, or was it didn't want any so wasn't getting any? Oh well, whatever it was, nothing was happening! It's only been in the last couple of weeks that I have started venturing back to my old favorite web sites and trying to get the mojo back. Finally had a talk with hubby tonight and told him I was at the breaking point with the subject - kind of a put up or shut up moment. Either we get back into TTWD and do it right, or I was going to drop the subject and never bring it up again. Ever. Thank the FSM - he wants to move forward with it. We figured out that our problem seems to be that his interest is 75% sexual, 25% discipline, and I'm the opposite - 25% sexual, 75% discipline. So we've decided that we're both going to work on sliding into the the 50/50 range. I don't know if it will work, but I'm willing to give it another try. Maybe the 132nd time is a charm!