I'd gotten up at the crack of dawn and run some errands. I came home, and Jason asked me how I was doing. I usually get a morning "check in" which almost always involves some kind of spanking. It's what I need. But I was busy -- couldn't be bothered to stop. So I went about my day without my check-in.
If he'd been more dominating, it may have helped, but he had to go and be all sweet. ;) He kissed me and told me he loved me, and said some goofy things that made me laugh.
I went about my day. It was a busy, super busy, crazy day. I got a lot done, and at the back of my mind I heard a little voice that said "you need his check-in. You're gonna regret this," but I laughed in the face of the little voice in the back of my head and said, "Ha ha ha. No! I've got this. I am strong! I don't need to be spanked that often." I don't need it every day. But...sometimes I do.
Maybe you can see where this is going.
By dinnertime, I was a wreck. A ball of nerves. I wanted to crawl into his lap and have him turn me over his knee so badly. I picked up my phone and sent him a one-liner.
"I need my Dom."
But we didn't have any privacy. The kids were up and we had family over. I just wanted a firm reminder that he had me.
But it didn't happen at first. He was busy, I was busy.
By the time the kids went to bed, I was a disaster.
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly. I laid face down on my bed, and burst into tears.
"I'm sooo.....overwhelmed. And....I needed my check in. And I didn't get it. And I neeed yooouu," I wailed.
He grew stern. Before I knew what was happening, I was over his lap, bared. skirt down around my knees, elbows on the bed, and the sense of relief was incredible.
He picked up his belt and firmly began to strap me.
"You let your mouth get away from you today," he began.
Swat, Swat. Swat.
"You need to remember that I'm in charge."
Swat. Swat ,Swat.
"I don't want you to forget that."
Swat. Swat. Swat.
"Tomorrow, we have a birthday party to go to. I will have my belt with me. If you step out of line, I will take you out of that party, and give you a good spanking."
Swat. Swat. Swat.
I felt my happy submissive place returning.
He put his belt down and massaged, and I felt better but not there yet.
He looked at my eyes.
"Kneel," he commanded. "Five minutes."
I obeyed, slid my way off the bed and knelt. It was a new sensation. My skirt was still down around my knees, my bottom screaming hot and sore from being spanked. I put my head on the bed. He picked up his book.
"I will sit with you tonight," he said.
I felt my tension began to leave. After a time, he reached his hand out to me and began stroking my hair. I felt calm come over me.
But I still wasn't there yet.
He made me look at him. I looked into his eyes and he said, "How are you?"
"I'm okay," I said.
His face grew stern.
"Stand up," he said. I obeyed.
"Strip off all of your clothes."
I did, trembling a bit, as I didn't know what I'd be asked to do next.
"Now I want you to face the wall. Forehead flat against the wall, arms straight up in the air. And do.not.move."
Well, this was new, but I trusted him. I knew he'd give me what I need.
He's freaking good at putting me back in my submissive place, where I'm happiest.
After a while, I heard him sit up, and without a word, I heard the jingle of his belt again.
Holy crap, that hurt.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
No lecture this time. Just a spanking. A long, hard strapping that I found immensely, deeply satisfying.
He called me over to him. I went.
He opened his arms and I put my head in his lap.
"Go get the brush," he said quietly. I thought maybe I'd get a spanking with the brush, and I was fully prepared to accept whatever he required. I quickly, and without complaint, fetched the brush. I handed it to him.
"Good girl," he said softly. "Put your head in my lap."
And he brushed my hair.
Every single frustration and fear was gone. There was nothing left but deep, utter content and peace.
It was wonderful.