A Well Deserved Spanking? I Doubt It!

Holy cow and Joseph and Mary, Mother Of God, if Jack is not a bigger spanko than me! I swear he is!

You know what he did? My mood for spanking has (almost) vanished lately but he doesn't want to let go. For God's sake, man, I have other things to do right now. Spanking is not on my mind! Crap! Or, maybe - just maybe - he decides that spanking is not such a bad way to deal with crazy wives.

Anyway, to cut this crap short, a week or two ago - you see how much I cared? - I was very excited, but not aiming to get spanked. I simply nagged him on a playful tone and slapped it -playfully really. How he answered me? By grabbing me, putting me on his knees and spanking the life out of me. Hand and belt. I had had enough by the time he had done most of his job, but when you don't want a spanking, you still go on being pissed and playful when it starts hurting seriously. So then you get more. And when he lets go, you mumble to yourself, go to your couch, grab the pencil you have just dropped and the paper and scrable 'asshole' as big and angry as you can on the paper. It doesn't matter if that paper turns out to be later on the reports you had brought home from work and will share with your collegues next day at work. You are in your universe and have no bloody idea about this until someone at work asks you about your scribbling.

And if the neighbors heard you? Oh no, they are all deaf. We live in an institude for deaf people, yeah... My ASS! The smart guy that he is and does not care about neighbors - since it's not his cries rising and it's not his arse getting whipped - left the kitchen window open. Yeah, the neighbors living upstairs, to the right and to the left had a good laugh or just wondered at my mumbles and the sound of the slaps and the whacks on my bum with his belt.

I'm happy I haven't seen them lately... or tried not to. I can imagine them thinking - so she is the one - poor girl!

Yeah, that's about my angry mood and spanking.

I felt like posting today. :)