It wasn't a punishment.
Or was it?
I don't even know. I just know that my fanny is on fire and probably a little more than just pink. Dragon has learned a few things or remembered them?
How did I end up with a flaming fanny? Long story but since you asked....
I have really missed spanking. Fun ones, stress relievers and even punishment. Yes, they are all different. Over the spanking draught I broke the rules. You remember them I am sure. The 4 Ds? Disobedience, Disrespect, Dangerous and Dishonesty. I even bratted trying to get his attention. I broke the rules and then some.
I didn't apologise. I just kept doing what I wanted to do. I slammed the door multiple times. That is Dragon's biggest pet peeve. Forgot my seatbelt. Forgot my asthma medicine. The List goes on and on. The guilt doesn't bother me until the sun goes down.
After a week of sunrise spanks, I thought it was time to mention my guilt to Dragon. He seems to be getting more comfortable turning my lower cheeks red than he has been in years. I needed something more than just a few stinging smacks on my behind.
I haven't earned a punishment this week. A punishment wasn't going to happen but I still needed to release the guilt. The confessional helps but it isn't a priest that I needed forgiveness from. It was Dragon.
Do you have any idea how hard that was? Dragon called me on his lunch break today and I confessed. All of it. I asked for a spanking to cleanse the slate. Not the little taps I had been getting but a real barn burner.
I will admit, I had my doubts. Dragon refused to give me an answer. I knew that he was going to spank me. He has every night this week. I just didn't know what kind.
He called me out to the garage and locked the door. The piano bench was moved to the center of the room. With my hands on the bench, he lifted my dress and pushed my panties down. No protection for this one. "Do you know that I love you? Do you know that I would never hurt you?" After a short lecture that covered the last few months, the first swat hit. It felt like liquid fire hitting my backside. He continued to lecture me between swats. They landed fast but not so fast that he couldn't speak.
I counted them. One, two, three, four, five. I didn't know how many he planned to give or if he would make the swats just a little softer. Six, seven and eight came very fast and just as hard. I didn't know if I could take any more. Nine, ten.
He pushed my panties back into place over my throbbing backside. His arms brought comfort and he whispered "it is over" I didn't cry. Not over a "not a punishment" spanking but it was close. My eyes were damp. It has been a few hours and I still feel the heat.
Did that take care of the guilt? I don't know. Let's wait and see if I sleep tonight.
Logic. He spanks my backside so hard my eyes water and the sting lasts for hours. And I'm hungry? I can't keep my panties dry. All I want is him. I don't understand but I like it.
Morning after update! Even though my backside is sore, Dragon still insisted on morning swats. Several of them and they weren't light. Then he called me from the parking lot and reminded me that I am to use the plug. That it is more than just staying ready to be taken. He wants me to think about obedience and submitting to him even though he is at work.
Something about his HOH dominant attitude makes me weak in the knees. I am totally TIH