There's a First Time for Everything - TTWD Version

Sam has never spanked me on weekday morning.  We both have full time jobs and have to be out the door and to work on time.  Weekends are different.  Many Saturday mornings, he decides on an attitude adjustment just so the weekend goes smoothly with no snarky moods or comments.  Many Sundays, he chooses a happy spanking followed by leisurely sex.  I am pretty much accustomed to these events.  Tuesday morning was way different.  Just out of the shower, 6:30 am, sun just coming up, local news and weather on.  We interrupt this newscast for a special alert, "HOH goes ballistic on wife's ass!  Stay tuned for further developments."

This all started Sunday.  Something happened between us that scared me and I became both hurt and angry.  I wanted to lash out verbally or just cry.  I did neither and just held it all inside.  At this point, too, I knew I was right and he was wrong.  "Eventually he will have to acknowledge that," I thought.  I got quiet and pulled away from Sam.  We had family coming for dinner, and he pulled me close to gently tell me to stop with the "mopey" behavior.  I smiled a little and tried.  I may have fooled everyone else but don't think I fooled Sam at all.  After everyone left, I stayed busy tidying up the kitchen.  Several times Sam asked me if I was OK.  Yes, yes, yes..........What a liar I am.

By Monday morning, I felt even further away from Sam and the

connection I love so much was gone.  I don't know what I was expecting.  Did I really think this was going to help?  Stubborn won out, though.  After all, I was right.


By the time I pulled in from work, there was a contractor laying tile in our sunroom.  Sam and I didn't talk about anything serious, just little daily happenings.  I told Sam I was trying to snap back, but that probably wasn't true either.  The contractor stayed late.  I made myself something to eat and took it to bed with my Kindle.  Sam came to give me a hug and kiss.  He was sweet and patient.  I was sweet, too.  My determination to be right was slipping.  When Sam came to bed, he pulled me in to spoon and rubbed my bottom.  I kissed his other arm and said I hoped things would get better in the morning.  He whispered in my ear, "They will."


So you probably figured out how Sam planned to make things better.  As soon as I was out of the shower, he said, "We have something to take care of."  He doesn't believe in warm-ups, so he just laid into me.  This has to be up there in my top 5 memorable spankings.  A real doozy.  Mr Paddle was not just doing the talking, he was shouting.

Sam also believes in lecturing me all the way through a spanking.  There are little pauses where I am expected to answer him or just agree.  I think the major focus of this lecture was that I had made myself "miserable" along with everyone around - especially him.  This was where the misery was ending.  Except for my bottom - that was really feeling miserable.  When I apologized, he barked, "Don't say I'm sorry.  Say you'll do better."  This spanking went on for so long.  I just couldn't help it; my hands started to move back.  Where the hell was the pillow?  Sam said it was too bad that I did that.  Said up until then, he was almost done.  Instead he added 10 or 12 more.  When it was over, I hurt so bad that I didn't even get up right away.

When I did, Sam hugged me close and told me how much he loved me.  It was a short reunion; I still needed to get ready for work.  Eventually I will still talk to Sam about what happened Sunday, but I think my approach will not be the "I am right. You are wrong" one.

Made it to work in plenty of time.  However, our unexpected AM activity lent a whole new meaning to sitting through another boring staff meeting.

Ella Very Sore