After a spanking there is just this rush of acceptance. Of letting go into submission. Your subspace is like a wide cavern, with nooks and cranies ready to explore where you least expect them. It’s hard to explain, but the image of this woman expresses the feeling well.
I’m not sure calm is the way I’d describe it. And I sure don’t enjoy it. But there have been occasions.
My husband is a good man. He doesn’t drink much, maybe a couple beers now and then with the boys, but he’s responsible about it. He works hard and he brings home good money as a Master Electrician. He doesn’t lose his temper or hit me. And he’s a good father. But a few times there’s been cause.
Once, I left the baby in the car to rush in and buy a few groceries. The window was down a crack and I was only gone a few minutes. But the baby cried and there were people standing around the car. Someone called the police. We live in a small town and the cop who showed knew my husband. So he gave me a warning and called my husband.
That night I got a wholloping on my back side with his belt. Hurt for days after. But in the eleven years of our marriage he’s done this only a few times. And I gotta admit, each time I deserved it. Never left the baby alone in the car again after that, I tell you.
Spanking isn’t my thing I guess. But I’ve been there. Hope it doesn’t happen again. I don’t much like it.
Brilliant reply! I can only say what it’s like for me. But may I ask, would you let him again? Do you accept it?
Yes? If I screw up like that again, I suppose so. But I don’t want it on the regular, and I don’t want it as part of our sex life.
Thank you for your insight.