I was hoping when I wrote the my last post that once it was written I would feel better. Sometimes all it takes is to get it out and I do feel better. No such luck that day, but I did not get worse and spiral totally out of control.
Musicman and I had been talking about the fact that when these episodes happen I think a spanking would help, he has his doubts. After he read my previous post Soul Deep he came into the kitchen where I was starting dinner. He took me in his arms and said, "if I'm reading right next time you get upset I'm supposed to do this," and then he started spanking me. I started to giggle like I always do but I did manage to say, "you are reading right." That was the entire conversation and I was soon back to making dinner.
Sunday was a lazy day, hanging out watching Nascar, I'm a huge fan and will be glued to the TV this Sunday watching Daytona. These are usually very comfortable days spent together, instead I was pretty quiet and not so interested in much of anything. Musicman approached me a few times to see if I was OK or if there was something he could do to help. He got very noncommittal answers from me followed by silence.
After a few times of this happening he stopped asking, instead he came over to the chair I was sitting in and reached for my hands. He pulled me up out of the chair and into his arms. As I buried my head in his neck the first swat fell. After a half dozen or so swats I was alternating between trying to crawl up his body and into his skin and hanging onto him for dear life as my knees melted underneath me. He asked me if I was starting to feel better. With my head still buried in his neck I shook it yes.
Then he turned me towards the stairs and gave me a gentle push while saying something about a wooden spoon that needed breaking in. I don't remember exactly what was said as I was already starting to float. I do remember walking up the stairs to our room, I sat on the lounge and took off my slippers and blouse. He came in shortly after and I was still sitting on the lounge in my skirt and cami. He just took my hands and lifted me back up into his arms, a few more swats and then he was unzipping my skirt. As it fell to the floor he told me to bend over. I now wonder if he realizes the power in those two words.
Things become a little hazy from here, I started out on my hands and knees on the lounge, within just a few swats my head was buried in the lounge and I was getting a very thorough spanking. I remember the feel of the spoon tapping my inner thighs, I automatically adjusted and spread my legs to a wider stance. He really is very thorough, he spanked my backside, my thighs and the lady parts and I was lost in a fog of bliss.
It didn't really register that he had stopped spanking until a hand in my hair was pulling me up and against him. When his other hand came up around my throat and he was whispering in my ear that he wanted to fuck me all I could do was moan. He pushed me back down and was entering me before I even knew what was happening. Several orgasms later I was on my knees in front of him with his beautiful cock in my mouth, mmmm. I love when he cums on my face and it was the perfect ending to the perfect spanking.
He told me later he didn't really understand why spanking works when I feel like that, but he doesn't doubt it anymore. I don't understand either and I don't care if I ever do, i just know it works. I feel much better :)
To finish up I'd like to thank Sunnygirl for helping me learn to add pictures. Thanks Sunnygirl. If you came to visit me at my home you would see lots of faeries, pictures and statues and wind chimes, etc. etc. etc. So since I now know how to add pics, you'll be seeing lots of them here too :)