The First United Church of Spank

 

I am not a traditionally religious person, however, I believe I am  spiritual and pray often in my own way.  I even have little charms that I tuck in a pocket that remind to say a prayer for someone who needs strength to face what is happening in their lives.  Many of those earnest devotions go out to the people who read my blog.  Yes, you, if you need them.


Sundays are not for standard church-going around Sam and Ella's house, but it is usually a day we relax a bit more.  Maybe family or friends for dinner.  Work in the yard.  Sam blasting music and doing something with his hands in the garage.  A movie or a meal at a restaurant.  But all these Sunday activities happen after the clock strikes 12 noon.  Before then, I really couldn't care if the queen herself asked to come to an early tea.  (To our Brit contingent - no disrespect intended.)  

                                           No calls.  No visits.

                                            WE ARE BUSY!

Lots of Butter!

When our boys were young, we did what all parents do in order to have sex.  We made do with the time we had.  When the kids were sleeping.  Early in the morning before work.  Always being as quiet as we could be.  Thank heavens for grandma once in a great while.

    
Finally, we got the house back.  Oh, my god, that was such fun again!  For twenty years we had paid our dues, and now we could walk around as naked as the day we were born.  No, in case you were wondering, I never, ever had the "empty nest" syndrome you hear about. 
  

These days our boys know better and always respect our privacy.  Once, just once, Sam's sister, Patty, rang the doorbell on a Sunday

morning, and when we didn't answer the door, she used her key to walk right in.  It was definitely a case of "in flagrante delicto."  I was not  embarrassed.  I was mighty angry.  You will not believe it, but she was mad at US!  Later, Sam found some reason to reclaim the key.

So, Sunday mornings have always been holy for us since the boys moved out.  We may sit and drink our coffee or read the news feeds, but the whole morning is just for us.  And sooner or later we end up back in bed for sex with any kinky trimmings we decide upon.  For several happy years now, that has included spanking, and that has made our Sundays even better.  I really don't think I will ever again wish for sex without spanking. Not gonna happen.

Way More Fun

It's not like there is no sex on other days of the week; there is, for sure.  But Sunday is special.  I will spend some time to surprise Sam with some special lingerie.   In turn, he is very creative with spanking fun.  He won't tell me his plans, and that makes it all the more exciting.  Last Sunday he outdid himself.  When he woke up, I was already at my desk writing and drinking coffee.  He took my hand and with a grin on his face, he informed me that there were to be multiple spankings through the morning.  And the first one was to be over his desk.  Panties came down.  It was a good old fashioned hand spanking, but it woke up all those horny feelings and I smiled. 

Later, when I went to the kitchen for more coffee, Sam followed.  This spanking was over the kitchen counter with a tried and true wooden spoon.  By the time he finished this one, I really couldn't think about anything but SEX.

Off I went to hit the shower and pulled out this beautiful black bustier trimmed with cream-colored lace.  Sam loves undoing all those little hooks.  Just drying my hair when my guy came up behind me with a lexan cane.  Over the vanity cabinet I went.

"Dear god, Sam, please be gentle with that thing."

"Well, you are taking too long in here  Hurry things up a bit, Ells."

After just a few strokes, I was so amenable to his wishes. 

Very motivated to finish up my toilette.  Trying to imagine what was coming next.  He came to fetch me soon, and I was ready.  Don't know about the rest of you, but, if I like Sam to be the boss in our day to day lives, that doesn't hold a candle to the way I like him to be in bed.  When he wants me to be still, he will make it plain that he is in charge.

  

There were plenty more surprises, including very innovative   applications of both sides of a hairbrush.  I think there is a yin and a yang to that implement, and I am shuddering just thinking about it.  With all the happy fun Sam sprang on me last week, I am already wondering what he has planned for our next Holy Day.  No matter.  I'll be wearing my Sunday best.  Amen.