'Tis The Season To Think Twice About Being Naughty Or Nice

                   

So what do you think of the early Christmas gift J decided to give me the other day?  He made it himself and is quite pleased with his creation.  He traced his own hand for the top portion.  You'll notice the second pic  shows some soft furry material.  That's the flip side.  A day or two earlier, J accidentally let the cat out of the bag when he left a picture up on the computer of a couple of wooden implements.  Now, he had been spending a good deal of time in our garage making some really cute and wonderful Christmas decorations.  Pleased with the results, he decided he'd try his hand (pun intended) at making his own implement.  So I (half jokingly) asked him to put some soft padding on it.  Hmmm........is this the part where I'm supposed to say how proud I am of him for his creativity?

The next day I was feeling kind of punky, a bit out of sorts (well, actually, more than just a bit).  I was worried about something that had nothing to do with J or that paddle.  It was a legitimate concern, and I told J how I was feeling.  He listened and offered me his understanding and comfort, and also a reminder that I am not to allow it to cause me to take it out on him with any snark, snip, or disrespect.  Who, ME?  Okay, I admit he had a point.  Amazing how well our men know us, isn't it?  Sometimes better than we know ourselves.

As the day went on, I did manage to avoid being snarky and disrespectful, but J felt I was teetering on the line.


J:  C'mon, darling, we need to try this out.

S:  Oohhh, why?

He told me.

S:  But that thing is so THICK!

J:  It has a soft side, remember?

S:  Hmmm.


So I did as I was told and lay over his knee.  I asked him to start out slowly, which he did.  Let me tell you, that bad boy is powerful.  This being the first time using it, and especially that I hadn't actually acted out, J was careful to use less strength than he might otherwise.  He told me that he was using 25% of his strength. Yikes......

J's words during this time were comforting, as he told me he could see I was not myself, and he wanted to assure me he is always looking out for me and protecting me.  He said this spanking was a preventive one, a reminder that I didn't need to go down that old familiar road I've gone down many times before when I was upset/worried/or fill in the blank.  He said that was my pattern, and I knew he was right.

I handled the spanking quite well, if I do say so myself.  Even at 25%, though, let me tell you, that thing packs a wallop.


Ooh, that hurts, Honey.

No response, just

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack smack.

He stopped and rubbed my bottom a bit, and then resumed.

Ow, ow, ow, Honey......that really hurts!

Smacking continues.

S:  Babe, REALLY!

More rubbing, then

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

And finally, he was done.


I guess he was paying attention when I told him he needs to go longer and harder during our spanking sessions.

J finished when HE felt it was time, which, I guess know..........sigh............is the way it's supposed to go.  Hadn't I read that somewhere everywhere?

Remember those little dotted bruises I was concerned my doctor might notice last week?  Those were nothing compared to the matching ovals I'm now sporting on each cheek.  We were both really surprised by those, as the way J spanked wasn't any harder than when he's spanked me with his hand or leather paddle. While bruising doesn't bother me, J really doesn't like it -- it's hard for him to look at (while, truth be told, I check it out every day with my little hand-held mirror and in some kind of weird and twisted way, admire his handiwork), although he does apply the Arnica when needed.  I guess the remedy might be that my bum needs to be better prepped and primed in order to better handle The Black Hand (as J has so aptly named it).

This was the first time I've received a preventive spanking, something we had talked about, though, a couple of times.  Afterward, I did, indeed, feel taken care of, protected, and well loved.

Now I'm sure all of you are going to be OH-SO-GOOD during this wonderful season.  Maybe my story is a little reminder?

Merry Christmas to all my blogging friends, commenters, and lurkers!!!  Speaking of lurkers, I started this blog after Love Our Lurkers Day 8, so please don't feel you have to wait a year before leaving a comment. I'd love to hear from you anytime  :)