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.