Catharsis...

I got paddled last night. It wasn't for anything in particular, other than the fact that I just "needed a reminder." And it was just what I did need. The catch 22 for me is that, while I honestly don't want to do anything to deserve being "dealt with," I do have an honest need for the physical and emotional reassurance I get from being spanked. I'm incredibly fortunate to have a husband who understands (or at least recognizes) that need and never lets me go too long without it being met.

And while it is true that it didn't start out being any sort of punishment, it was the maiden voyage of the "move and we start over" rule. What started out as 50 turned into more like 115. He started the spanking by first making me choose a paddle (sucks hard!), then making me stand by the bed and lean on my hands. Next, my panties came down, and I was already in the right head space before the first swat fell. This was the first paddling in a long time that has moved me to tears, and it was such a welcome release. Afterwards was every bit as lovely as usual, and he made sure that I went to bed happy as well as sore. Mmmmm!