*Whack*

Well, it was bound to happen. I left a huge mess when I left for work yesterday. Technically, I did have time to clean up. However, I procrastinated getting out of bed, and played a bit on the computer, and then...lost track of time. Next thing I knew, I had 10 minutes to get out of the door, and I still had to blow dry the hair, get dressed, brush teeth, etc.

When I arrived home from work, HoH showed me the mess that extended all over the room. I told him I intended to clean it up after work. That didn't fly. He said there would be a punishment, and it would happen when he got back from his Wednesday night class. I didn't concern myself with it too much. I cleaned up the room, made the bed, picked up my various messes, and went about the evening.

HoH returned from class with a package in his hand.  The New Paddle had arrived, and it was going to be broken in with me. Oh my!  HoH pulled my outfit up, my undies and pantyhose down, and I assumed the position for my 8 licks. Doesn't sound like much, I know.  Still, I was not overly concerned until...

*WHACK*

That first whack was ridiculous. I felt right then and there that I would not be able to tolerate another one. The pain was worse than I could ever expect. I instantly and instinctively went into begging mode, turned around, pleaded that it was too hard, refused to turn back around, etc. HoH calmed me down a bit, and then continued with the remaining 7.  Absolutely the most painful paddling to date.

I will *not* be leaving any messes any time soon. That's for sure!

Cracks and Belts

There is a minor detail that I left out of my back story. More like major detail. And one I don't care to reveal at this time. I can tell you that it is a painful part of our marriage, and I am still trying to overcome the pain associated with it.  Often times, I feel as if I am cracked, and will never feel repaired. I second guess the decision to give this marriage another chance. I call these my Sad Days.

Yesterday was a Sad Day. HoH and I fought, processed, discussed, argued, and it all led to hurt feelings, moments of hopelessness, and bad juju.  We carried on this way all the way until bedtime. I knew we did not want to go to bed hurt and feeling this way.  I suggested that he find a way to get a lecture out of this, spank me, and then we could have sweet sex (instead of our usual rough -n- dirty stuff).  I knew I was going to have trouble getting over-the-hump to feel close before bed. HoH didn't really want to spank me because of all the hurt I was feeling. I asked him to find a way.

He gave me a lecture about creating distance between us, and said he was going to spank me because I had widened that gap. He decided upon 8 licks with a belt. This was a first time for the belt.  I bent over the bed, and he pulled down my pants and underwear.  Oh sweet sting!

Afterwards, we tried our hardest to have nice, sweet lovemaking...but it only degraded into slut talk and rough sex. No complaints here.

Making Mistakes

Yesterday was a strange day. HoH and I got along great, but there were times that I felt tired and a bit crabby.  As such, I was snappier than I needed to be in my conversations.  HoH let it slide. We talked later that night about consistency, and about not letting things slide.  We discussed his struggles - mainly not wanting to seem like an asshole or too strict - and we talked about my struggles - mainly that when I am not called on it, I tend to continue being snippy.  Our communication in just these few days has been amazing, and we both felt pretty happy with how the last few days have gone. 

As you will see from the Rules page, one rule has to be with not being messy. I leave messes wherever I go. I always have. My HoH is constantly picking up after me. The mess doesn't bother me but it has always caused friction in our marriage.  Before you jump to the conclusion that he is an OCD clean freak, just know that he is not. My messiness extends beyond the normal "mess." Our house is never impeccably clean, and my HoH doesn't expect it to be and neither do I.  The messiness he is referring to in the rules is just the general respectfulness to pick up after myself, i.e. don't leave clothes laying around the bathroom or room, don't let dishes pile up on my night table, etc.

This morning, after showering, I left a wet towel on HoH's side of the bed. I don't remember leaving it there, but clearly I did.  When we were leaving to go to breakfast, I happened to be waiting in the car when HoH came out to get me.  He held my hand, and told me he wanted to show me something.  He brought me to the bedroom, and showed me the wet towel on his side which had now made his pillow and side of the bed wet.  He discussed the rule of not leaving messes and decided a punishment was in order.

The punishment he decided on was small - three spanks - because he could tell that I had attempted to not leave a mess. I had put my clothes away and folded the other towel.  I was secretly relieved that it would be only three.  We went into the basement, and damn he hit hard.  Then we went to Walgreens where he bought a flat brush for next time while we wait for the paddle we ordered to come in.

Yes, we ordered a paddle.  A picture of it is below.  This paddle is supposed to be easy to handle. It is 1/2 inch thick and made of polycarbonate.  It is 12 inches long, and 2 1/4 inches wide.  It is strong, flexible, and will not crack. The 6 inch handle is no-slip, it is semi-clear in color, and lastly, all the edges are smooth.  We bought it from CANE-IAC online. They have an amazing selection.