I did something really stupid last night. It was inexcusable, particularly in our house. That being said, I had a terrible headache (i.e. edging to a migraine) which to this moment in time hasn’t gone away completely.
What did I do? Put a slab of London broil on the boiler, put it in the oven, set the oven to low, and went and sat down on the couch with the princess. She climbed up on my lap and we got all cuddly and watched Scooby-Doo.
And I fell asleep.
I woke up to the smoke detector blaring at full volume.
Now, if you’re going to say I deserved a punishment, I really already know that. Chris wasn’t home at the time, but he was expected, so I got the somewhat-charred meat out, aired out the living room (where the smoke tends to gather), put the hunk-o-meat in the microwave for safekeeping (from the dog), and went with the princess to read stories and fall asleep.
I confessed first thing when Chris got home. Even before I asked how his meeting went.
As might be expected, he was not pleased.
Throbbing head or not, I was to be punished after dinner. Not having any objections, I asked if I could lay on the bed instead of flopping around over his knee on a chair or his lap. I cited my throbbing head, which is still somewhat throbbing behind my right ear. He agreed.
After the dishes were finished, I wound up naked from the waist down, my ass propped up by a rolled blanket, my head resting on a pillow. He did ask if I’d prefer to wait until Tuesday night (tonight) but no… I don’t thinking putting off punishments is good for my state of mind.
What he described as a warm-up I’d describe as seriously hard handspanking. I whimpered and squirmed. I screamed into the mattress when he switched to the bathbrush. Several times he had to tell me to stay in position or to get back in position. For a few minutes he locked his arm around my waist and held me down. And he told me to count the last ten, after I – in a gasping voice – gave in and asked him to please stop. (I don’t like to do that; in fact, I rarely ask for spankings to end but try to take as much as he planned.)
Afterward, he cuddled me for a couple of minutes and helped me climb under the sheet, blanket and duvet. He tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and told my head to feel better.
My bottom hurt, but I was still asleep within five minutes.