I have been having a rather hard week and I have a lot on my plate at the moment. I got recent news that my biological father isn’t doing well and have made plans to take a trip to Georgia to visit with that side of my family. I have a lot of conflicting emotions with the situation because this is a man that I haven’t spoken to in over 2 and a half years.
Last night, I came to bed with a frown on my face and my husband offered to spank me. My husband knows that spankings can be a big release for me, but he has never asked me if I wanted a spanking when I was feeling sad or anxious. I nodded. He had me retrieve the hanger and lay on the bed. He left my panties on for the majority of the spanking. He didn’t say much while he was spanking me this time, and this was probably the best I have taken a spanking in a long while. He spanked me hard, very hard. It was exactly what I needed though.
I buried my face in the pillow and moaned, sometimes nearly screaming. It hurt. The hanger made a silent slap each time it connected with my bottom and I gasped with each stroke. My husband would alternate between severely whipping my bottom and rubbing it. His hands felt so good on my stinging flesh. He commented on the texture of the welts cascaded across my bottom, but he continued to spank me. Eventually I was sobbing into the pillow, yes crying. He continued to spank me. This was the point he needed to bring me to, and he knew it. Even when I begged him to stop, he told me “Just a few more.” He gave me another 15 hard swats, and then he was finished. He rubbed my bottom for a long while and held me close.
Finally, I got up to put away the hanger and he had me get my butt plug and the lube. He filled my bottom with the plug and held me close beside me. He told me to just keep it in and think about it for a while as he fell asleep beside me.