We made a donuts run and ran to wallyworld for a few things. Dragon fixed the Ac in the camper for the cat and tried to repair the wind damage to the tents from last nights storm. When we came back inside, we realized that the house was empty and would be until well after 12.
I went back to the bedroom to read blogs and play on facebook. Quiet time you know.
Dragon had other ideas.
He brought a chair into the bedroom and positioned it in an open area of the room. The paddle appeared in his hand from some unknown hiding spot and he tapped his leg with the dark wooded plank. I know what that means.
"Put down what you are doing and come here. This one is going to be too hard to take on the bed."
For the really bad ones, I need to be over his lap. In that position I can always feel his body. His muscular legs supporting me. His hand on my back or holding my hands out of the way. It is comforting and beyond that I really can't say why.
I stood beside him until I heard, "drop your jeans and panties." It only took a second to lower them just a few inches below the sit spot. He tapped the paddle on his thigh. It was time to take the spanking that had been promised all week.
With my chest supported on one leg and hips on the other, he began to talk. He said those words he says every spanking. Which words he uses tells me how bad it is going to bed. Just the position he placed me in, told me it was going to be a bad one.
The warm up swats fell on tender skin. My bottom hasn't completely healed from the last two spankings. It is still colorful in places. They weren't the gentile swats of a sexy spanking warm up. Oh no. These were serious swats to be start a session with. My skin warmed. I can only imagine how the pink slowly turned to red. The tempo increases ass did the force. My body tried to twist away from the paddle. His arm tightened across my back. It was a struggle to say quiet.
Wait a minute. Why was I trying to stay quiet? No one else is here! But still I fought it. The longer he spanked, the more tender my backside felt. Every swat was miserable but necessary. Finally Dragon let me know that it was almost over.
"3 memory swats and we are done." He always saves the worst for last.
5 more medium swats and then the hard ones hit home. One on the right cheek. My back arches. My hands and feel come off the floor. That was the tender spot. One across both cheeks. Yep, that tender spot again. And the last one on the left cheek.
I stood in front of him with my panties and jeans pushed down. My secret places were just visible between my shirt tail and lowered panties. He reached out and caressed me. Somehow it was comforting after a hard spanking. Too much needed to be done still. There aren't enough hours in a day and sadly our time was over.
I have a very sore bottom to help me remember those memory swats. I hated getting them but I love how it makes me feel. Loved!
Ps. Dragon was thanked. Several times for seeing to my needs before his. Although he did say that he enjoyed the view. I asked permission to rub lotion into my throbbing backside. I am sorry to say that it didn't help at all.