Apologies for my absence. Life is getting in the way of my writing at the moment. I dream of long afternoons in a quiet place to submerge myself in my stories but that is not happening right now. What is happening? Spankings!
I want to talk about 2 particular spankings because they are so different in nature. As part of our DD we use spanking for discipline of course but we also use them for stress relief and as part of our sex life. What differentiates the types of spankings is not necessarily severity, although that is sometimes the case, it is mind set. mine and PTs.
Last week we got home after a trip and opened up the mail that had accumulated during our absence. In the pile of letters there was a little bombshell that got my bottom well and truly warmed. The car insurance (yawn) for my car had been cancelled as I had failed to acknowledge the renewal letter. 'What renewal letter?' I asked innocently and indignantly. That was what PT wanted to know too as she angrily spoke to the man at the end of the line as she strode up and down the living room phone in hand. 'The one we sent you in January madam' he politely replied. And so the conversation went on.
Then I felt a slight cold staring in my tummy. Ummm there had been a few letters that I had put to one side without opening in a sort of can't be bothered, do it later sort of way. I trotted off upstairs and found the pile and quickly tore them open. There in all its officialdom was the renewal notice! We had driven around 700 miles on busy British motorways with no insurance because I, immaturely, didn't open the mail.
Some may have quickly destroyed said notice and feigned innocence but that is not how PT and I roll. So I sloped downstairs and presented the letter red faced to PT who was still on the phone.
I felt terrible. In the middle of all that is going on in our lives I had behaved like a child and done something silly and thoughtless which potentially could have caused us a lot of legal and financial trouble. PT was not happy as you may imagine. I was lectured and I apologised and I spent the next hour online fixing the problem, whilst PT went through the rest of the mail I had squirreled away to make sure there were no more problems.
You all know what happened next I am sure. I was upended over my beloved's knee with my pants down and was given a thorough and painful spanking along with another lecture. It hurt but when it was over I felt so relieved. There were no lingering bad feelings on either side. The incident was over, PT was sure I wouldn't be ignoring any mail anytime soon and my feelings of guilt were washed or should I say spanked, away.
Without DD, in my previous relationships such an issue would have festered and possibly lead to quarrels, it certainly would not have been dealt with so quickly and with some finality. I am not suggesting that this works for every incident in a relationship or even that it would work for this incident in anyone else's relationship but it works for us.
The next spanking was very different in nature. I occasionally struggle with mental health problems, particularly severe anxiety. It is debilitating and long standing and there are days when I really do not know what to do with myself. Yesterday was a bad day. I barely moved from my bed and spent much of the day clinging onto PT, my rock. As the evening drew near PT ran me a hot bath and gently coaxed me out of our bedroom. She is the most gentle and understanding of souls and stayed with me, chatting and encouraging as I soaked in the warm water. 'Nice bath my love?' she smiled 'Yes Sir thank you' I answered.
I do not call PT 'Sir' all of the time as we live in the real world and not a story :) however, when I do it signals many things to both of us. It means I need PT to be demonstrably in charge, that I am feeling particularly submissive or it is an acknowledgement to both of us that I am accepting PT's decision about whatever we are discussing. Hearing the honorific PT senses that there is something more that I need but when mental health is involved she is careful to check what is happening for me. I think it would be her nightmare to spank me when what I really needed was a hug and gentleness. She looked at me with a questioning raised eyebrow. 'I think I need to be spanked Sir please' 'Are you sure love?' I nod. 'OK my darling girl.'
We talk some more and then I get out of the bath, dry myself and we go together into the bedroom. I lay over her jean clad lap and she asks if I am comfortable, then begins to spank me with her hand. Softly at first, light taps all over my not unsubstantial bottom :). Then harder, louder slaps, becoming more stingy. She continues the spanking until I am making little yelping noises then she stops and rubs until the real sting has passed and then she begins again. She continues like this until my bottom is warmed and red, until my tense shoulders have relaxed, until my eyes grow drowsy with sleep. Eventually she stops, helps me to lay my head on my pillow, covers me with our duvet and kisses me goodnight. I am happy, safe, warm and the physical warm throb somehow helps to ease the emotional pain of the anxiety.
Thank you my Sir for both of these spankings which were much needed, deserved and cherished. I love you x
