Saturday, July 18, 2015

Good Girl Gone Bad




When I walked in the house one evening this week, Sam grabbed me in a huge hug and added lots of long sweet kisses, too.  He told me how much he loved me, how much he looked forward to me coming home, and how happy I made him.  It was a lovely reception for a Thursday night!

Soon I was in Sam's lap to reciprocate all those sweet words in his ear.  Because he still doesn't always remember how much I enjoy a Good Girl Spanking, I whispered that this might be a nice night for showing all this love with a "happy" meeting of hand to ass.  When nothing happened, I started to do my little tidy the kitchen chores and forgot about it.

Sam did not forget.  When I brought my beer back to sit with him, he took the glass and set it gently on the table, grabbed a wooden spoon from the utensil crock, and pulled me across his lap.  He began to apply the spoon vigorously but over my jeans.  I hardly felt it.  Here's some advice.  Never laugh at your HOH during a spanking, even a happy one.  They do not see the humor at all.  It's like waving a red flag at a bull.  It's like delivering a double dog dare.  It's like poking a bear.






 Very quickly I was up off his lap and the jeans were coming down.  I really did try to wiggle away, because now he had this determined look on his face and the eyes were narrowed.  Now there was no cozy lap underneath me.  I was bent over the dining room table, and
his hand was on the small of my back.  When he holds me like that, I honestly can't get back up.  However, he was still using this rather small spoon.  Even though it was making a lot more racket on bare skin, it just wasn't really hurting much at all.  Now, when Sam is spanking, he likes me to make a lot of noise.  I am not sure that is the same for all your guys.  In fact I would be interested to know what you say or don't say.  Anyway, he likes to hear, "Ouch" and "I'm sorry", and Yessir, you are the boss!" So here's my next mistake.  I didn't say a word.  It just wasn't that bad.  

OK, now that was like a triple dog dare.  The bull was pissed off and the bear was growling.  Off the table and down the hall we went.  But all of sudden something distracted Sam.  I think the dogs barked, and he thought it might be someone at the door.  I took off like a shot.  By the time he followed, I was hiding in the closet.  That didn't fool him for more than 10 seconds.  He pulled me after him and over the bed.  All of a sudden, this wasn't a happy spanking, and I quickly found my voice.  "Now wait a minute....." I started.  But "no", Sam wasn't waiting.  Out came Mr.  Paddle.  Holy cow, what the hell happened?  Ten minutes ago I was wearing a halo.
  
So this turned into a real spanking, and it did not take more than 3 whacks with Mr. P, and I was making plenty of noise.  Sam was aiming lots lower, right under the curve of my bottom.  I hate that spot!  There's not enough fat right there, and it hurts like hell.


Luckily, this spanking was just a quick lesson about not laughing at your HOH even if he is madly in love with you.  There was lots of rubbing, and you know what that can lead to.  Well, that is exactly what makes Ella live Happily Ever After.



16 comments:

  1. I love this - once early on when I really wanted harder and longer, I told Nick that he hit like a girl. Nearly a decade later that statements still come back to haunt me.

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    1. Yes, PK, that would also qualify as a red flag waving in front of a bull! I am sure that one would lead to a real spanking at my house.

      Ella

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  2. LOL Ella...I can count on one hand the number of times I poked my ex or Matthew like that...and yes...my tushie sure did pay. ;) Hope you get a lovely GG soon.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

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    1. Cat, he still forgets the happy spankings. I usually have to tease him some before he remembers. I can usually tell when it dawns on him, because his eyes will narrow but he keeps his smile.

      Hugs to you,too.
      Ella

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  3. Wow Ella that turned out to be some spanking. I always seem to laugh during a spanking no matter how much it hurts. Just can't help it.
    Love the part where you said you hid in the closet.
    Lindy X

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    1. Welcome Lindy,
      I never laugh if it is a serious spanking. His face and voice will tell me this is not laughing matter.

      Ella

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  4. Hi Ella, oh we are disastrous because when I get the giggles he always ends up laughing too. I am terrible for it , no matter how much it hurts I always start. I must admit he likes to keep going until I am saying sorry and squiggling about!
    love Jan,xx

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    1. Hi Jan,
      Yesterday I was trimming my David Austin English rose bush and thought of you! It is the one named "Mary Rose."

      The laughing spankings are so much fun. My favorites!

      Hugs across the Pond to our lovely English Rose,
      Ella

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  5. It sounds like you both had fun, even if he delivered a little more than you expected. Surprises are good though, right?

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    1. Hi Sunny,

      I love when you visit. :) Surprises are usually good. Happy spankings are just plain fun; I can get laughing so hard and so can Sam.

      I pretty much know ahead of time when there is a serious spanking in my future. He likes to make me think about that kind before hand.

      Ella

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  6. Ella,
    We have plenty of laughing gg spankings here. It is funny...... I do the laughing and I am the one getting spanked. I love a gg anytime. I am glad you do too.
    Meredith

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  7. Hello there, Meredith,
    I was just reading comments when you popped up! You are always welcome! Happy spankings are as good as hugs and kisses. I do love my Sam.

    Ella

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  8. Sorry, Ella, but I am laughing too much to make a proper comment! I have been there, done that, and bought the tee-shirt!

    At least you got to see the world (sorry, house) during your spanking and have now identified all the areas the vacuum cleaner missed. LOL!

    I get soooo bored staring at the very same bit of carpet over and over again! All it reminds me of are some coffee stains I still need to wipe off the side of the bedstead.

    All good things have good endings! Ha!

    Hugs
    Ami

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    1. Dear Little Ami,
      You are right. Now that you are done laughing, I will relate everything I saw on Thursday night. First, I saw the dining room floor (fairly clean). Then I saw the dining room wall and the big clock (one picture is crooked).
      Then I giggled and saw my closet wall with all the belts and purse hooks (it was pretty dark, so it seemed clean to me). Finally, I saw my most viewed part of the house which is the blurry bedroom wall under the window. This is what I see when I am bent over the bed. Since Sam always has me put my glasses on his dresser, my world is usually a little fuzzy. Mr. Paddle makes everything clear as day.

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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  9. Ella, I was smiling because I totally get how things changed on a dime!
    I think I like short and sweet with lots of laughter.... Longer with more serious....Mr. P sounds ouchie.... But you came out happy after ALL! :-)

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    1. Minelle,
      Mr. Paddle was crafted by Sam himself out in our very own garage. Mr. P is a legend in his own time and not someone you want to meet on a dark and stormy night.

      I think there is some special cosmic connection with Mr. P and Sam's hand. I am very careful to abide by all spanking conventions when Mr P. makes an appearance.

      Ella Being Angelic

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