I came upon a website on Domestic Discipline and immediately dismissed it as archaic, old-school, and oh so not for me until that day when my husband decided otherwise.
Snicker. I know, I know. I stand corrected.
But upon my stumbling into this sub-culture that I'd been unaware of and was completely fascinated by, I read an article on stress-relief spanking.
Allow me to preface this by saying my job is fairly high demanding. I don't like to post too many particulars about my life on my blog, but I will say I am constantly juggling one thing after another. I'm a busy mom. I work. I have a house to maintain. You know the deal.
There are days when I am stressed beyond belief.
Wow. This whole concept of a spanking that would center me was fascinating. I was completely intrigued. So, I told my husband.
I still remember I was washing dishes after dinner, and he was walking through the kitchen.
"Hey," I said in a low voice. He stopped and raised his eyebrows.
"I'm um...feeling kinda..." I pinched my fingers together and twisted them in front of my chest. "You know? Like I have this...like...something on my chest and I just...."
He looked at me and put his arm around me.
He rubbed my back.
I figured I'd just tell him what I wanted. "So do you think...you can give me one of those stress relief spankings?"
"Well..it's like a sexy spanking...but really not just for sex. Like, we don't have to have sex after. It's just so I get let go of all this..." and I put my fingers together and tapped my chest again.
He shrugged and smiled. "Ok, honey," he said, and he went on his merry way with a smile.
I continued about my way, already feeling a bit relieved, knowing all my stress would be gone soon.
Later that night, he lay in bed reading.
"Ready for your spanking?" he asked with a smile, and I eagerly nodded, feeling my heart pounding, but eager to feel his dominance.
I stretched myself across his lap and got comfy, lying my head on my arms on the bed. I sighed. He began with slow, stinging swats, a few seconds between each one, pausing to rub every few swats and talk gently to me. It did hurt, but nothing like a punishment spanking. Although I find his dominance hot, this wasn't a sexy spanking. It was purely, 100% cathartic, like sipping good wine, or soaking in a hot bath. I felt that knot in my chest leaving, and relaxation settling like a blanket over me.
He spanked me for a long time. I'd say it was at least 100 swats or maybe even more, and when finally I pulled myself off his lap and lay on his chest, he asked me if I was done.
"You sure you're okay now?" he asked. "I could've kept going and going there."
"Nooo," I murmured, almost asleep I was so relaxed and at peace. "I'm okay now. And that was wonderful."
He hugged me and kissed my forehead. "I'm so glad," he said.
And that was when I discovered that yes, indeed, a relaxation spanking can be a beautiful thing. For months, I asked for them, and now I just tell him. "I'm stressed," or "I'm so overwhelmed," I say, and he knows exactly what I need.