There's nothing like a good spanking...

...to put you in a better mood. :-)


[Note: I started writing this post a week ago but between the holiday and no internet connection, haven't been able to finish it until now. I'm using a tenuous wireless hotspot here in my apartment for the moment. Hopefully they'll figure out what's wrong this week.]

I'm not normally a cranky sort of person. On those few days when I am, I tend to suppress it as I don't like to make others suffer from my bad mood. And that was true for the first few days after my boyfriend arrived. I felt really cranky, but didn't really say much. I mean, it wasn't his fault. I was tired and feeling shitty. My neuropathic pain was back. And I had no libido. At all. It was really annoying.

I kept telling myself to be patient. I was actually able to drive to the airport to pick him up, and I haven't been able to drive for almost two months. Hell, I've spent most of the last two months in bed. So, I mean, there is progress here.

But I still felt annoyed.

And I wanted a spanking. Well...sorta. My body still felt squeamish about it.

As we were leaving Trader Joe's Friday afternoon, we talked about whether or not we had enough time to get the Flexcar washed before we had to have it back. As I looked at my watch, I thought it would be cutting it too close.

"And you don't want to be late," he said with a pseudo-stern grin. "Or rush to get back."

"Nope. I learned my lesson that day." And, you know, I have too. I tend to leave a lot more time for things now, which means I rush less. Funny how that works.

"Actually, you've been very good since I've been here," he said as we pulled out of the parking lot.

Sigh. Yeah. I have been. I've felt too shitty to be otherwise.

When we got home, he unloaded the groceries while I sat in the car waiting to take it back to its appointed parking spot. After taking the first load in, he came back out for the second.

"Did you honk at me?" With a stern-ish edge to it.

"No." I shook my head a bit puzzled as I hadn't heard any honking. Then felt that devilish feeling come up and honked the horn. "But now I did." And grinned my mischievous grin.

Yay! My bratting instincts are back.

He gave me a mock shocked look. Took the rest of the groceries inside.

A little while later we were sorta just sitting lazily and talking. At one point the conversation shifted to a discussion of his new glasses and how stylish they are. He pulled them down his nose as I giggled about how stern they made him look. That's when he mentioned that he hadn't really spanked me since he arrived.

"Nope, ya haven't," I said.

"Right. It's six now. At 6:30 I want you on the bed in your knickers."

"Okay." There was a pause for a few minutes. Then I giggled. "About time you fucking spanked me."

Yep. Those bratting instincts are soooo back.

"My my, you do need a spanking," he said after another mock shocked gasp.

"Ummm...yeah," I grinned.

I was ready now. Both mind and body.

So, at 6:25 I was on the bed laying on a pile of pillows in nothing but my pink flowery knickers. Watching from the corner of my eye as he pulled out various implements: the new leather strap, the paddle, the mean ol' brush. Feeling that excited dread coursing through my veins.

It was basically a "getting reacquainted" spanking. Testing out where my pain threshold was utilizing the 1-10 scale. The strap was about a 7. The brush an 8 1/2 and the paddle a 9/10. Yeah, that paddle freekin' hurts. He also played a bit with the diminutive, broken cane while we await the new one from Adam and Gillian. At 12-inches it definitely gives a bit of a sting and leaves some marks, leaving me to imagine what the full 33 inches will be like.

Then he got out the wooden spoon.

"Do you know why I'm going to use this?"

"Um...no."

"It's because this is the implement most associated with past spankings about your writing." As he spanked me, he told me to be thinking about all the writing I do -- novel, blogging, school, emails -- and how much time I spend on each and how much time I want to be spending before our forthcoming discussion.

Which, trust me, I've been thinking about a great deal after that damn wooden spoon.

A funny thing happened once the spanking finished. I was no longer cranky. And I was even a little, er...libidinous.

"I'm in a much better mood now," I said with a happy sigh as we cuddled before falling asleep that night. "I've been feeling cranky all day."

"I didn't even know you were in a bad mood."

"Well, I don't know, I usually don't really say anything."

"You'll have to tell me next time when you're cranky."

Well, yesterday I told him. Boy oh boy, did he get to see me in a cranky mood.

But that will have to wait for another post.