Thank you to all my readers for your patience while I focused on my busy schedule over this long weekend. I responded to all of your comments on the last two posts so if you commented head over to them to check our my repsonses. I appreciated everyone's comments of support always. My husband is still getting the new schedule but it's going to be a little later than originally anticipated. They have to work just a couple of kinks the popped up. It will happen shortly after we return from our trip which we're leaving on in a couple of weeks anyway so we won't even notice the extended timeline.
So anyways, over my long weekend I received a punishment and here's the story for you all and for John as there's an important message for him in it from me. Enjoy!
We were at church this past Sunday morning. Neither one of us had gotten much sleep so far over the weekend and we weren't done yet. He had asked a simple question. He wanted to know if I'd be OK with us skipping Sunday school. I got really upset and whiny and maybe a bit snippy. He was just too tired to deal with my irrational behavior, so he shut me out. After we got all the kids dropped off at their Sunday school classes and before we got to ours, he pulled me aside and said very sternly "I will deal with you later". The strange thing is a part of me actually felt releived. We both ended up enjoying Sunday school but were ready for bed by the time we headed home.
Once we got home there was no punishment. I understood that, we'd both been up all night. What got me upset again was that he said he felt he had baited me and there would be no punishment at all. I was really upset about this and I began to shut down emotionally. I began to feel like he wasn't taking this dynamic seriously, our marriage seriously or me seriously.
After we woke up he finally dragged it out of me what I was feeling. He told me that since he was tired, he felt that he had mistook what I had said, but since I seemed to agree my attitude was out of line, he decided to spank me for it. So out to the garage we went. I was thinking "wait, no actually I think I'm good now, glad we had this talk now let's cuddle before you have to go to work". I confuse even myself sometimes.
It hurt...a lot. He used his hand, the ping pong paddle and that stupid hairbrush. There was barely even a warmup if you could call it that. For some reason all my logical reasoning goes out of the window during a spanking. Is it really smart to yell at your HOH that he's spanking you wrong while bare bottomed over his lap with a hairbrush in his hand? It's not? Oops! Yeah I did yell at him. I yelled at him for spanking too hard, for not doing a warmup and didn't he remember it'd been a while since my last maintanence? The I shouted at him "you just don't care do you?". That's when he grabbed my hip, pulled me in and continued spanking but now it was faster and harder. :( I went limp and began to cry. I know it's in those moments he probably doubts himself and wonder if he should be more lenient. In case he has any doubts about continuing on after I yelled at him that he didn't care, I want him to know that it was somewhat comforting to me that he didn't let me take over and end the spanking then. I'm glad he continued until I got that release I needed. I stopped fighting him and flailing around then. It ended pretty quickly.
Afterward, I felt at peace and I was glad he had continued after I yelled at him. He does listen to me. :) He said I was glowing after the spanking and he was just talking about my bottom. He says I just get the air about me afterwards like I'm floating on a cloud and in a lot of ways, I feel like I'm floating.