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Well, I got my 1st serious spanking yesterday. Sunday is B's only day off, so we went to see a movie and get some dinner. We are low on cash right now, as we just made a huge move and haven't been paid for nearly a month. This stresses me out, and in turn makes me grouchy. We definitely needed a fun day out though, and caught the matinee on a funny movie (Horrible Bosses, which was funny, crude, but funnuy).

I was a little snippy before the movie, making comments like, "This better be a good deal," "$4 for a soda, that's ridiculous!," etc., which majorly annoys B. I calmed down a little in the movie (well, what could I say? the movie was playing, lol). Anyway, when we left the theater and went to the restaurant, the first thing outta my mouth, was "Gawd, look at these prices!" I then got the "look." I haven't seen this "look" too often (or maybe I've just always ignored it). He follows up the look with, "You know how much I HATE it when you do this." heeehee, ya, oops?  I tried to back track a little and we had an ok dinner and an ok ride home, but I was a little crabby still and he was kinda fed up, but still trying to be nice. He hasn't figured out that he can threaten me and I'll snap out of it if I know he's serious.

We got back home and I decided to lie down for a while. He laid down with me, but I was pouting and wouldn't look at him and being a brat in general. I really was feeling badly (hormones don't help), but I also think I was seeing how far I could push him. Well I found out. Finally, he reached over and pulls out our riding crop (which I don't think I'll ever use on a horse again!). He pushed me over on my belly and began smacking my behind, slowly, at first, but increasing in strength and speed. I then made a commen about how he was a "lazy spanker" as he was half lying in bed while accosting my behind. Ya, that probably was not the best thing to say. He got up and start in with much more vigor. "Lazy spanker?! O really?!" Yeouch!! I was squirming and trying to roll away, "OK OK my bad, it was a joke!" He then stopped, waked away, and made a sandwich, seriously. "You're in time out now," Umm what? Where did THAT come from. "What, you're already DONE?" I snipped back, but I dared not move. After he was done eating, he walked back in to the bedroom and grabbed the belt off its hook. O. Dear. He moved me back into position and started in, rather hard. It was the first time I even started to get close to tears. I wondered how long it was last. After a few dozen lashes, he simply stated, "OK that's enough," and left for a few minutes. I was glad to have some time to absorb what happened, and get my brain around it.

When he came back, my attitude had greatly improved, and we snuggled and chatted for a while. But no sex, which is a first for us. He told me that there wouldn't always be sex after, but that he loved me. I am ok with that. I felt this session much longer than I have ever felt one, and I am still sore today, but it is a good sore, and helps me remember that he does love me and care about me.