Why? I have been good. I thought I was being good. Yes?
It was at the end of a long day. Packing, sorting and trips to the dump. Home repairs and separating kid fights. Doggy diarrhea and kitten drama. I didn't exactly keep a smile on my face. Yes, I did yell at a few of the kids and threatened to put a diaper on the dane.
The kids were finally in bed. The doors locked and the animals fed. We had planed a fun, play spanking a few days before but it never happened. I thought that is what this was going to be.
Not a chance....
After many mild to middlin swats (yes, middlin is a word. Ask any southerner) he said those awful words. "Memory Swats" and gave me a number. He counted them off one at a time. In the same spot over and over. With just enough time between swats to make it sting to full effect.
My eyes leaked the tears that had threatened to fall all day. Not the full out cry I really need. Enough to dampen my eye lashes.
I did feel better after it was over. Dragon said that needed to remember what they felt like. After all, they are called memory swats. We won't have much privacy for the next month. I guess he is trying to get a few good swings in before the movers pack away all the paddles.
ps, I will have all the kinky stuff pre-packed and secured in a double taped box. I seem to always forget something. Good thing kink is going main stream but I still don't want a bunch of strangers seeing or handling my toys. Yikes!