The Mom Cave

No it isn't a girly froo-froo place.  It is an area of our unfinished garage that is separate from the rest by tarp walls.  I stapled plastic over the wall framing and ceiling to help keep the weather out and my AC or heat in.  When that wasn't enough protection I started stapling my targets from the gun range over the walls. The floors are covered with squishy workout tiles and the edges of the room are lined with enough workout equipment to make Planet Fitness look like a wimp.

The largest TV we own sits on an old work bench with a selection of my favorite movies and workout videos stacked to the side.  Placed at random along the wall are sticky traps for the mouse, bug, spider or snake that occasionally sneaks in.

Not the average Girl cave but it is my space.  I even have a punching bag for those times that teenagers or my veteran husband drive me nuts.  It works for me and I share my space with anyone who needs it.

Dragon works in his shop every evening for about an hour, then calls me in for our date time.  We watch marvel tv series or anything else that catches our eye.  It is our time.  No kids. No cell phones.  Just us.

Yep.  I thought I was grounded until my foot got better.  Guess not.  After we watched an episode of Sheild I turned the TV off and he picked up the walnut paddle.  It is his current favorite.  I placed myself across the sit up bench and he barred my bottom.  (Did I mention that The Cave doubles as a play space?  Workout equipment is very easy to pervert.)

The paddling was very mild but he hasn't given me a good spanking since he bruised my sit spot with his belt.  Even the hardest swats were light.  I got up feeling much better with just a light sting that faded before we made it back inside.

Slow and easy.  He knows just what I need.  And it isn't always what I want.  Love my man.