Thursday, July 28, 2016

The Popsicle Conundrum




There was no doubt I was feeling rather peckish since there had been no attention paid to my lily-white ass in a good long while.  However, I didn't really do anything about it because I had worked 9 hours or more every day that week.  I just didn't have the energy.  Sam was watching Episode #377 of the hit series, "Some Dumb Cop Show or Another."  I was even too tired to "flounce" out of the room.  Just grabbed my Kindle and headed off to bed.




After getting all my pillows arranged just so to read in bed, I realized how cold it was.  The house was still closed up and Sam had the AC running like our house was situated on the equator.  I tried to get started on my book, but soon had to pull up the sheet.  In a few more minutes I pulled up the summer cotton blanket.  Surely that would do the trick.  Nope - I was still cold.




I should explain that where we live, the daytime temperatures may be scorching, but it cools down quickly once the sun sets.  On my way back to the front of the house, I checked the thermostat.  No wonder I was cold!  It was set so low you could have kept popsicles in the dresser drawer!  I tried to keep my voice sweet and patient as I said, "Sam, can we turn off the cooler now?  I'm really cold."



He paused his show and walked over to check the little digital thermometer that displays both the indoor and outdoor temperatures.  It was still showing 80 degrees outside.  "I don't think that thing is working correctly, Sam."  He just sighed and opened the front door.  The light was fading fast as he stepped outside.  I followed him out and put my hands out with my palms up.  "See, Hon?  It's just fine out here.  Now can we turn off the cooler?"




"It's still warm.  Let's give it another half hour," Sam answered and walked back in the house.

"Sam," I whined.  "It's freezing in there."

"Put on your robe," he countered.


Feeling very frustrated, I followed.  I made an impatient noise, but he had pressed the "Play" button, and any sound I made was drowned out by the guns blasting as the audio came back on.

 



I would like to take you on a little walk down Memory Lane right here.  If you were following my blog last fall, you might recall a disagreement between Sam and me that led to a post called "Turning Up the Heat."  The nights were getting colder and the days growing shorter.  I was very cold and very grumpy.  After one complaint too many, Sam decided to help Ella warm up - just not with the thermostat.  So, remembering this incident, I thought, "It's 7 months later.....the middle of summer.....and I'm still cold, dammit!"  Sam maintains that I only have a 4 degree comfort zone; otherwise, I'm either too hot or too cold.




I gave up.  Grabbing my old garden sweatshirt off the peg, I headed back down the hall to bed.  Finally I felt cozy, and I snuggled in to read.  Not 5 minutes later, Sam came in our bedroom to say goodnight.  He was smiling now and so was I.  Sweet, slow kisses.  On weeknights he usually comes to bed later and will pull me over
to spoon.  He gave me one more kiss and turned to open the window, letting in the summer night and the sound of crickets chirping.  I cocked my head and smiled again.  "I think you left the cooler on just because you could," I teased.  I was referring to Sam's confidence as HOH these days.  Looking back 3 years, I think he has changed every bit as much as I have.




He turned around and grinned.  "Maybe so.  Just like to remind you who's in charge."  This parrying back and forth always makes me laugh, and I started to giggle.

"Oh, really?" I said with a smile.

And with that, Sam pulled me up from my comfy spot and forwards so that I was up on all fours and then over the footboard of our
antique bed.  Up went the nightgown and down went the panties.  He started to spank right on my sit spots with his hand, and I alternated between saying "Ow!" and hysterical laughter.  The more I laughed, the harder he spanked.  If this was a battle of wills, I can only tell you how much fun it was to lose.



 
"The window, Sam!"  He laughed, too, and turned to slide it closed again, hardly missing a stroke.  Oh my, I was enjoying this and felt thoroughly warmed up.

"Come here, you," Sam said and pulled me off the footboard.  More kisses and he got me all tucked in again on a well-tended bottom.  I could not stop smiling.

"Not too late," he reminded me.  "You've been tired this week."  He knows I will read until my head starts nodding and then regret it the next morning when the alarm goes off. 


   
Well, another milestone in this journey called ttwd.  Never had a spanking at bedtime before.  I have heard many of you tout the benefits of such attention from the man you love.  And now I know how absolutely special a bedtime spanking is!  How serene and happy and loved I felt as I lay there smiling in the dark. 

                                             And smiling.  

                                             And smiling. 

                                               Zzzzzzzzz.



Sweet Dreams, Ella.




 

24 comments:

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    1. It's true, Eva! "While visions of spankings danced in my head."

      Ella

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  2. Wow, Eva just stole my line. Okay. Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree.

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    1. Oh, Sunny, I forgot that song. Wasn't that the Eurythmics? Could also be "Dream a Little Dream of Me."

      Hugs From Ella

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  3. "How serene and happy and loved I felt as I lay there smiling in the dark". Just perfect.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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    1. Glad you liked that line as much as I did, Ronnie. It was a perfect little spanking, too.

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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  4. Ella,
    We are so much alike............ 4 degrees between being hot or cold and loving the joy of a bedtime spanking......... sweet to be tucked in afterwards! Great post!
    Meredith

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    1. The temperature thing has been a bone of contention between Sam and I for many years. However, this a wonderful way to warm up. Slept like the dead.

      Ella

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  5. Hi Ella, nice post, nice spanking.
    love Jan, xx

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    1. Hope the heat has let up for you across the pond, Jan. I know it has been awful for you all lately.

      Hugs From Ella

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  6. I'll take an ice box any day - but you already know this about me don't you. I always want you to be comfortable - and Sam's dominance makes you comfortable (so grab a sweater all ready!) And many more bedtime spankings for you.

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    1. I certainly do remember that about you, Roomie. But you have so many other redeeming qualities. What's not to love?

      Your Pal, Ella

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  7. Great outcome Ella. I love bedtime spankings, you describe the after effects perfectly. Hope you have many more!
    Rosie xx

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    1. Rosie, I didn't know what I was missing. I will have to think of some other way to deserve that kind of spanking.

      Hugs Across the Pond,
      Ella

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  8. Bedtime spankings are delightful, always have the best sleep after one. Lovely post Ella and the final outcome was perfect.
    Hugs Lindy

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    1. Hello Lindy! I know you are in the middle of winter now. Great way to warm up. Beats the hell out of an electric blanket!

      Sending Hugs Downunder,
      Ella

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  9. bedtime spanks are perfect. i wish i could have more of them. hopefully with BIKSS' new job we might get some vacation time in the months ahead!

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    1. I am betting that bedtime spanks would be even better on a holiday! Hope that vacation comes soon for you. Carpe Diem.

      Ella

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  10. what a wonderful way to drift into into sleep! :-) hugs

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    1. It truly is, Terps. I would like many more of these.

      Love,
      Ella

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  11. I miss the sound of crickets chirping! Especially following a bedtime spanking. Here's to many more of each. Amy

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  12. The only sound better than crickets on a summer night is a gentle rain. Talk about sweet dreams.

    Ella

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  13. Perfect end to your end! I loved this. You went to sleep cozy warm and smiling!

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  14. Hello Minelle! Love when you come to visit. I just have to figure out how to make it happen again.

    Hugs From Ella

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