Sunday, August 16, 2015
RX - Spanking for Medicinal Purposes Only
Sam has taken to spanking like a duck to water. He is comfortable with spanking for anger or mouthiness. Does fine with a spanking for forgetting kindness or patience. Heartily believes in Weekend Attitude Adjustments to ward off any problems over Saturday and Sunday. Sometimes he also remembers happy spankings when I tease him. He also has lots of implements in his bottom dresser drawer that come out just for play (erotic spankings are definitely my favorite!)
But so far, nothing for health reasons. I guess you could make a case for maintaining my mental health. There is nothing like a good spanking to get your head on straight!
Well, not so fast. Some serious problems in my right hip sent me to an orthopaedic doctor several years ago. Cortisone shots worked wonders for the pain for a while (once you get over the needle going into your hip joint!) But you can't stay on those permanently. Atrophy of the surrounding muscles is almost certain. So the doc finally took me off the shots and sent me to a physical therapist. Paying attention to specific exercises really helped, but my favorite was a deep massage of the muscles near the hip joint. The PT knew exactly how to stop the pain. When I was close to the end of the therapy sessions, I asked the PT if she could teach my husband how to do the same massage technique.
I should have seen trouble coming, but truthfully, I did not. I was
face down on the massage table with a pillow under my thighs. Pants were off and panties were down off my right cheek, because the muscle that held a lot of the pain was Gluteus Medius (positioned directly under Gluteus Maximus.) Are you seeing where this is going yet? My PT used a book to show Sam exactly where the muscle tensed because of the hip problem. She demonstrated using a salve called Biotone and then moved Sam's hands along where they should go. I was instructed to give him feedback when he was in the right place, and that was easy to do. He caught on quickly, and we both thanked the therapist.
At that time the inflammation in the hip was slowly improving, and Sam would do the massage about 2-3 times a week. He really got good at it and just several minutes really gave me great relief. He would position the pillow on the bed for me. Our antique bed is so high that it was even similar in height to the therapist's table. We even ordered the Biotone online.
Then one winter night I asked him if he could work on the hip before I went to change into pajamas. We got ready and Sam got started. After a minute or two I said something like this, "Geez, Hon, you need to cut your fingernails. Your nails are like a girl's for god's sake."
Didn't consider my position or Sam's reaction. Whammo! He started in on just that one side first but soon decided to be fair about this impromptu spanking. The panties were down anyway, and he lit into me equally on both sides. "Ow! What the hell! Ouch!"
"Does this feel like a girl? Huh, does it?" No, it did not at all feel like a girl. It felt like a really pissed off Hoh. Where did my sweet, caring therapist go? (BTW, spanking did not hurt the hip in any way, so Sam was not being cruel here.) Once his left hand is on the small of my back, it is really hard to wiggle away very much, so the spanking went on like this for as long as Sam felt like it. I continued to complain and use expletives for a while as he kept landing his hand briskly on my ass and asking me about this action feeling like a girl. I finally shouted my apologies and the spanking ended.
The thing is that now whenever I have to ask him to work on the hip, I start giggling about halfway along and I can't stop. Sam knows exactly why I am giggling. He starts to laugh, too, and ask me what's so funny. It usually ends with a spanking of some sort and the medical purpose is lost. In fact, even though I am just sitting here typing, the thought of it makes me chuckle a bit.
Mmmm....I think my hip is bothering me, and only Dr. Sam knows just what to do.