Meanie!

I had been in a bad mood and I journaled about it.

I also had a spanking coming, apparently, because of it. Was I worried about it? No....

We didn't take care of that the first night it was needed, as we were both tired and such. We weren't too tired for some awesome sex which, as I'd stated before, helped curb my attitude just a bit. RG gave me a few hand smacks right before we actually went to sleep, which burned more than usual due to my hormonal state, and lingered for quite a while after.

The next morning RG got up and went to work and I slept late. I did laundry and cleaned a bit, took a shower and then finished up some work things that was due soon. I had actually planned to mail an Ebay item on my way to work since I had time, but got about 15 miles from home and realized I'd left my cell phone.

Grumpily, I turned around to go back, the drive seeming to take longer than I had actually been gone. I got stuck by a train. By now, I was resigned that my E Bay package would not be going out on this day. Once I got back to the house, I actually could not find my phone which set me back another 15 minutes or so. I finally found it, lying on the back of the toilet.

Did I also mention that being scatterbrained during PMS is one of the signs that I need a good spanking?Work was productive. I was let out an hour early and I started my late night drive back home, stopping on the way to get some Taco Bell to satisfy my craving.

The door was open for me when I arrived home later and I came in. His eyes lit up when he saw me. Immediately he grabbed me and pulled me into the bedroom for some hanky panky. After some blissful time fooling around, he left me breathless on the bed recovering to go 'do something.' After a few minutes he returned, a semi-serious look on his face, pulling me off the bed and marching me, hand gripping the back of my neck as he tends to do when I am 'in for it', and into the computer room. Immediately I saw up on the screen my journal entry from last week and knew what this was about.

"Noooo...." I whined, trying to pull away but he merely kept hold of me and sat in the chair in front of the computer and pulled me over his lap.

"Read that to me." He ordered.

"I know what it says!"

"Read it!"

So I did, half laughing as I did so.

"Okay - I have been ordered to make a journal entry.

I truly have been giving deep thought to my next entry, as it will be a bit deeply thought out. However, right now I am tired, have been taking care of sick kids and am making this post to appease the MEAN man.

So there. So Kiss it!"

That last line I had written 'so kiss it', and I hesitated when I came to it, knowing he would grant that request. And I was right. As soon as the words left my mouth, he used his hand hard on my upturned bottom.

I kicked and squirmed and hollered. It did hurt! I finally kicked my legs up high enough to block his hand but that only earned me a brief respite.

He did stop for a few minutes and what a fool I was to even think my kicking my feet up had anything to do with it. No, he leaned and moved the page upwards, bringing up a journal entry 'C'mon Baby Light My Fire'.

"Read the title of that to me," he said.

I remained mute, knowing full well where that was heading.

"Read it."

"I don't wanna!!"

"Now!"

"It says..." I faltered.

"Yes?"

I muttered the title and once more, he obliged the forced request, peppering my over-sensitive backside with more hard spanks. Was I glad he wasn't using an implement, which I had fully expected!

And he asked me questions too. Things that I had no real choice in giving an answer to while OTK. Things like, 'are you going to make a journal entry to set this straight?'

"Yes! Yes!" Thinking in my mind, 'I'll show you, alright!'

The man knows me too well. "Is it going to be proper and sincere?"

Damn!

"Mmmmm...." which is what I say when I don't wanna give a committed answer.

He knows that too.

So he asked again, spanking harder.

"Owwww! Yessssssss......"

"Okay." He let me up, my long hair all tussled and in my face. He stood in front of me, gripping my chin to make me look at him.

I still had an attitude and refused to meet his eyes.

"Look up at me!"

I did - briefly - then away. He laughed and ordered me again. I did so and then he hugged me but I pushed him away in my petulance.

As we walked back into the bedroom, he placed an affectionate hand on my shoulder. I shrugged it off. "I'm mad at you!" I announced.

He chuckled and placed his hand on me again. I pushed it away. "Don't be pushing me, girl. You want another trip over my knee?"

"No." Grudgingly reluctant to admit defeat.

Back in bed, tho, he soon made up for it. W hile gulping heaving breaths I asked how he could be so mean yet so good to me at the same time? He answered that with another orgasm. :)

After we lay snuggled in bed, both satiated, I said to him, still holding a grudge from my earlier BG spanking,

"You know," I told him. "I shoulda left ya hanging. Rather than letting you finish, I shoulda brought you up to the edge and left ya there as payback." I was, of course, talking about sex.

The truth is tho, I enjoy his pleasure too. :) It's one thing that actually, for that time, is under my control. :)

We fell asleep in one another's arms, his hands cupping my warmed bottom.

And that's the story of my BG spanking!