Yes, it has happened - spanked twice in one day.
This afternoon, when the family arrived home, I was just plain off. I couldn't stop repetitive thoughts about past marital and life failures, and I was bubbling with anger and sadness. I started right away on HoH, chastising him and being critical. I couldn't shake it. I wanted him to feel the same pain I was feeling. I pushed and pushed until he made the decision. In the room. Door shut. TV turned up loud. Pants down. Undies on. The Hand. I have no idea how many I got, but I do know that it hurt after only something like 4 or 5 of them. I would guess I got around 20 solid, hard spanks.
It helped, a little.
Fast forward a few hours, after spending time at the park with our friends and one large gin drink later. Mouthy. Yes, that is probably the right word. HoH and I were just not connected. After arguing about dinner, and who would make it, and various other thing, I thought he was getting up to make dinner. Instead he shut the door, took off his belt, and again, it was punishment time. Over the underwear. Belt. 15 solid hits. OUCH! My bottom is bright red. It stings really badly.
This was the break through spank. I am feeling much better. I feel like some of that darkness was let go. The sting is reminding me that I am cared for. That it matters when we aren't connected. That I should and can be the better person that I want to be. That it is time to get back into submissive mode, where things are easier.