Spanked four times in two days!

                 This past weekend was quite a spanking affair!
              (I did a quick sketch to show the spanking! LOL)

 I believe I was spanked 4 times in two days and 3 times all on Saturday! I can still feel the muscle soreness.

Unfortunately things have been stressful for the Scotsman and me! We have both been on edge. Extenuating circumstances have added to our stress and ratcheted it from a standard 5 to a 20! Unfortunately we have had words. WE always get past them and hate being angry or upset with one another.

I have said it before. We do not do DD, at least not in the traditional sense. When I am out of control the Scotsman will reign me in. If he finds my attitude snippy, snarky and nasty, he attends to me with an adjustment, and I am a happy camper! That doesn’t mean I don’t feel his ire. His simple OTK moments are heartfelt….oops I mean bottom felt! But like our Jan, I “MOSTLY” come up smiling. It’s often a complete mood changer for me. Even with the sting!

He definitely gets something from spanking me. His mood improves as well. (snicker) For him there is another benefit as well…..OF THE ROMANTIC VARIETY!

On Friday night my mom fell. I found out on Saturday morning. Of course I was extremely worried. The Scotsman and I went over early to help mom and dad. I usually bake. My guy often cleans up while I begin the baking process. 

To say I was snarky is kind. I was bossing and nit picking everything the man was doing. He was also a mite bit off. My dad left to run errands and mom was sleeping in another room. 

We had already had words Thursday evening and that was resolved with him apologizing for his part. But I was just in that place….I know all the whys and everything. We are both justified in our angst. Outside and inside influences are making us crazy. There are no easy answers for us right now. Thank God we are both easy to forgive one another.

However the man was fed up. He turned to me after one snipe too many and stated, “you are getting spanked! Come here.” I said, “you can’t be serious, moms asleep and could hear.” He of course pointed out that she is almost completely deaf, and asleep! So I slowly walked over, he pulled me over and he quickly made his point! Nervous, I tried to get up laughing and ouching, we heard a voice from the other room! “Is someone knocking at the door?” YIKES!!! LOL!

The man says, “No I was just taking care of something!” Sheesh!!

I have to say both of us felt better!

Later my parents left with my brother taking mom to the doctors. Before we left I was going to make them dinner. I may have started to stress again….

My Scotsman calls me into the living room, once again stating I need a spanking. I said, “Really? You already spanked me.” His response was that I needed more! He sat on the couch pointed at his lap saying, “over.” I complied and he pulled me into him and began vigorously! THIS TIME HE became distracted! I knew when he said, “God I LOVE spanking you!” This time he wanted a different ‘response’ from me! My Scotsman asked if we could venture upstairs for a little afternoon fun! I was adamant that sort of thing not happen in my parents’ house! I was not comfortable! “Let me finish their dinner honey then we can go home,” I placated the frisky man!

He was not to be thwarted. He came behind me as I stood next to the stove. His big arms surrounded me, hands wandering freely. I kept giggling and scooting as far as he would let me. Not to be denied he guided me into the dining room and bent me over the table!!! He defrocked my lower half and spanked and acted as if…'ahem'…….I quickly jumped away pulling up my clothes and……

Walked to the kitchen, finished the cooking, cleaned up-- saying, “LETS GO HOME!”

No, no, this is not the end! 

We arrived home prepared for an empty house. Alas, a phone call that left me frustrated, upset and in tears. The Scotsman was unhappy as well. 

His solution….. “Right! In the bedroom!” Once again I found myself bottoms up!

Boy did we have fun after the “HEAT-UP, and then warm-up!

That evening we had plans for a wonderful get together.

It was a very late night but worth losing a little sleep!

Sunday morning rolls around and we decide to attend church. On the way renewed frustration regarding yesterdays phone call caused discord. I begin defending and saying what I believe….not happily, but not disrespectfully! He is adamant about his point of view. I am just as unyielding. Even so, we always come to an eventual solution.

The man drops me off to park the car. I wait for him at the bottom of an enclosed stairway, which leads to the church. As we ascend the stairs he starts swatting!

“Hey,” I whisper as he grins! He still swats every couple of stairs! I inform him that someone will HEAR, between gritted teeth. I am about to stop and he smiles and we walk the last few steps up the stairway. 

In church he takes my hand, as I reach for him and we both lean into one another. No words were necessary this time. We are always going to be okay.

HOWEVER MY BOTTOM WAS SORE!

Thanks for reading!
Minelle