The Fantasy - every morning would be fun. A short bottom-warming to provide a nice stinginess to help me get through the day, as well as a promise of more good things to come at the end of the day. In the evening, a nice, slow spanking to help me relax and unwind.
The Reality - every weekend we have a regular date for a spanking and some very enjoyable aftercare. I love this arrangement. I have the pleasure of anticipating it all week, and then the dread that creeps in on the day itself. The day, and even the time, are never changed except for illness, dinner guests, football playoffs, or extreme exhaustion from excessive snow-shovelling.
One day, out of the blue, Ron asked,
"Would you like me to spank you more often than once a week?"
"Oh, yes. I'd love it!"
"Well, I won't do it. I don't want to hurt you."
"But hurting me is the whole point. Spankings hurt. I need you to hurt me!"
Silence.
Sigh.
I think what he was probably trying to say was that he didn't want to cause me any harm. There's a difference between hurt and harm. The Hippocratic oath that physicians take cautions them first to do no harm. Yet many medical procedures hurt. I want to feel the pain of a spanking, it has to hurt, but I don't want to be harmed or my body to be damaged.
The best way for me to ensure that I don't get what I want is by arguing, whining or pleading. So I said no more, but bided my time. You'll be happy to know he got past that obstacle somehow, and spanking was reinstated into our spontaneous, unscheduled bedroom activities. Not every time, but often enough, and I always enjoy surprises and the unexpected. I never know what might happen, and usually quite a lot does!
The Reality - every weekend we have a regular date for a spanking and some very enjoyable aftercare. I love this arrangement. I have the pleasure of anticipating it all week, and then the dread that creeps in on the day itself. The day, and even the time, are never changed except for illness, dinner guests, football playoffs, or extreme exhaustion from excessive snow-shovelling.
One day, out of the blue, Ron asked,
"Would you like me to spank you more often than once a week?"
"Oh, yes. I'd love it!"
"Well, I won't do it. I don't want to hurt you."
"But hurting me is the whole point. Spankings hurt. I need you to hurt me!"
Silence.
Sigh.
I think what he was probably trying to say was that he didn't want to cause me any harm. There's a difference between hurt and harm. The Hippocratic oath that physicians take cautions them first to do no harm. Yet many medical procedures hurt. I want to feel the pain of a spanking, it has to hurt, but I don't want to be harmed or my body to be damaged.
The best way for me to ensure that I don't get what I want is by arguing, whining or pleading. So I said no more, but bided my time. You'll be happy to know he got past that obstacle somehow, and spanking was reinstated into our spontaneous, unscheduled bedroom activities. Not every time, but often enough, and I always enjoy surprises and the unexpected. I never know what might happen, and usually quite a lot does!
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