Friday was a bad day for me, I've hurt my hubby in a bad way and the worst part is I don't even remember it. No not because I didn't want to, but maby I've had a little to much wine in my system.
Anyway it turned out that he was mad, hurt and I felt bad about it. It doesn't happen to often the bad feeling thing, but Friday it did happen. The worst part was I knew that he was going to spank me about this, but I didn't want to wait for the spanking, so I had to asked him to spank me for my bad attitude.
And he did when he came home, not the usual ' hallo honey how was your day' conversation, no I was to wait in the spanking position so that we could spank and move on. He started with his hand, not the nice, long slow warmup like he use to do, no hard slaps from the start. It was difficult to hold position, but I knew this would get far more worst. Then he took out the plastic cane, boy was I one sorry little girl after that spanking, the tears were flowing but I wasn't histerical like I use to be after being caned, no this was different I knew I really needed the spanking.
And what would happen after the spanking, we went for a three our drive on my very sore bottom.