Dan has already blogged about this spanking but I wanted to describe it from my point of view. Especially since his side of the story sounded a little grim.
The truth is, I enjoyed it but for totally different reasons than it felt good. I had already mentioned that I was feeling out of sorts and bratty. I was really feeling that way that night. I was a little stressed out actually.
I?m sure some of you can relate to how I?ve been feeling. As much as I love my family, having them underfoot means Dan and I can?t behave as we normally do. Also, I?m the one who looked out for our mom after our dad passed away so everyone relies on me to take the lead in family matters.
I don?t usually mind but it can get a little stressful because some of my siblings don?t exactly get along. I?ve no interest in playing peacemaker, I just make sure things run smoothly and Mom gets to enjoy herself with all of her children. It?s not easy but it?s worth it.
Sunday night was our first night alone in a while but I wasn?t in a submissive state of mind just yet. I tend to get a little bossy around my family because they?ve gotten used to me taking care of things. It?s not always easy to turn that off and I?ve caught myself trying to boss Dan around when I?m with my family. He doesn?t let me get away with it but I still try.
That night when he first started to spank me, I was happy to be over his knee getting some attention at last but I wasn?t feeling the least bit submissive. That?s why when he started getting vigorous with the awful CB paddle (now known as ?that plywood nightmare?), I got bossy and told him to use his hand instead.
That?s funny now. I?ve never topped from the bottom before and didn?t even realize what I was doing at the time. I just wanted more of a warm up. Dan being the top that he is, didn?t let me get away with that and began spanking me even harder.
I wasn?t happy about that at all. I don?t know what it is about that paddle, but it has a nasty sting and doesn?t numb one little bit. He had me kicking and complaining immediately. So much so, he made me get up and kneel.
That?s when Dan got out what he calls the tenderizing strap. Normally I *like* that strap, but not that night. I was having a tough time relaxing and giving him control of my spanking.
Dan wasn?t swinging the strap that hard but I felt it more than usual because I was fighting it. I had a nice big ball of stress tucked up in my chest and I was having a hard time letting it go. Finally, Dan landed an extra stingy stroke and I gave up trying to hold it together.
I?m not sure who was more surprised, me or Dan when I first started snuffling. He?s spanked me a lot harder than that before and never gotten that reaction. That sort of treatment usually has me happy as a clam and waving my bottom in the air.
He was sweet though and immediately checked with me to make sure I was okay. I assured him I was and we kissed a little, then he went back to work with the strap again.
I admit I was complaining but that was what I needed to do as I let myself become submissive again. I needed him to keep spanking me even as asked him not to. It was the process of getting ourselves back into our natural roles. It was exactly what I needed.
Dan mentioned he thought he shouldn?t have stopped when I really started sounding pathetic, but he was concerned because it wasn?t like me to act like that. It was for the best though. By then, I needed him to hold me and kiss me. I needed to be close to him.
Making love with him was wonderful after all of that intensity. It completed my journey back into my place in this relationship and completed me. I was a very happy subbie when the night was over.
So I was a little surprised to read his version of our night. Heck, I thought things went exactly right and he thought something went wrong for me. I put his mind at ease though and we proceeded to enjoy a very special Valentine?s Day together. I?ll blog about that night later as I received a couple of really nice goodies.
And as for that blister Dan developed, it’s getting better. It hasn’t been easy trying not to laugh whenever he brought it up. I managed though because I knew he’d heal eventually and I didn’t think my bottom was quite ready for another session with that paddle again. Still…it’s not easy! *grin*