Happily Sore

Hey, all, the second blog post didn't happen, because I ended up unexpectedly under the weather. Not Covid! But I got hit with a migraine and a reaction to wheat (who knew it would take me over forty years to realize I can't eat wheat...). 

Better now! 

Jason paid attention to me over the past few days, but the check-ins were few and far between. I've done everything I set out to do in June, as far as submitting to him. Being his good girl. And then last night, I crawled into bed in my jammies, my hair in a braid, and laid by his side and just looked at him. When I braid my hair he always says I'm cute. Maybe it brings out the "little girl" in me. 

"This was a great day," I said. It had been a simple but really lovely day. I went for a long bike ride with my daughter, we'd grilled, we had a fire pit and roasted marshmallows. There's something about the Fourth of July and s'mores and glow sticks my kids really love. "I'm really very happy," I told him. 

I'm a big believer that happiness is a choice, and it starts by being grateful. I believe I can control my own reaction to things. Even though I was sort of dying for a spanking, I really was pretty content with everything else. And I knew he'd get to that eventually. ;) 

"There's only one thing that would make it better, though," he said with a knowing smile, running his hand over the back of my head. 

"Oh?" I said. I may have suggestively wiggled my butt. I don't remember. 

"A check in over daddy's knee." 

"Ohhh. Well, yes, that would be the perfect end to the day, wouldn't it? I so rarely get in trouble, it does leave me wanting." 

"You're such a very good girl," he said. "There's rarely anything to punish you for." 

I nodded and teased about a few things. 

"I don't need to be in trouble," I told him. "But...well, it would help..." 

He smiled. 

And so he locked the door and put me over his lap. I like, crave, and fantasize about all sorts of spankings. His belt in my shed, or being paddled to tears when I'm really desperate. But when he puts me over his lap and uses his hand, there's nothing I like better. It's intimate. I slide into my submissive headspace with ease, and when he's done I'm left feeling relieved and satisfied. So close to him. Content and fulfilled. 

He gave me a long, slow, deliberate hand spanking, until I was squirming and asking him to please stop, then he just reminded me, "This stops when I say it does," And on he went, and I really do prefer when he pushes me just that little bit further. 

It was intimate. It was undeniably sexy. And pretty soon, one thing led to another, as they're wont to do when the atmosphere is playful, and I'm bare-assed over his lap. 

Today, I've got that tender reminder going on, and I swear I've sort of been floating around all day. Happily submitted, freshly spanked, sore and satisfied.