Guess what...

Big drum roll..........................I got a spanking! Yep, it's true. Obviously we've both been dealing with some stress, and I've not been handling it very well. If you read my rant a couple of posts ago (and the understandably hurt comment Nick left), you know that I've been seriously feeling the lack of discipline lately. Unfortunately I couldn't seem to find a way to resolve that constructively. Yesterday I sent Nick a rather long text apologizing not just for the post, but for failing to recognize his attempts to take care of me. I asked him to please push the reset button for me and deal with both my stress level and the bitchy attitude I've had the last few weeks. Much to my chagrin and relief, he did just that last night. When we went to bed he pulled out the Hawaii paddle.

Even though I asked for it and knew how much I needed it, it was still hard for me to get into position. But Nick was having none of my hesitation, so I carefully bent over a stack of pillows. It was weird having to maneuver around my seven months pregnant belly, but the pillows did the trick. I have to say, absence makes the bottom grow tender. After seven months, this spanking HURT. ALOT. And I know that it wasn't even close to the hardest I've ever had, but it had me in tears pretty quickly. I think I got somewhere around 200, enough to leave me quite pink and a little bruised today. I don't think there's any chance that I'll still be marked by my next doctor's visit (next Wednesday), but even if I am I don't expect her to do anything I have to take my pants off for. And heck, even if she does, I'm a consenting adult!

I've felt so much more at peace today. I owe my husband a huge thank you - and maybe a nice blow job.