You’re Going to be Spanked Today

Those words elicit a number of emotions. The emotions range from anticipation, to worry about what implements(s) might be used, to longing for the time to come and dread of the time coming.

There is the fire and ice feeling in the pit of my stomach, the fire from the anticipation and the ice from the “fear” of what implements might be used.

I was told in the morning and the spanking didn’t come until early afternoon, so I had all morning to bask in the anticipation; until I was told to go to the corner and wait for my spanking.

The spanking was everything I wanted. The tone was stern and the spanking progressed from hand, to leather paddle, to strap, cane and hairbrush.  The spanking was hard, but not severe. The warmth in my bottom only surpassed by the afterglow of contentment, from a well given spanking.

I am one of those who need regular spankings from a loving partner to keep me content. I enjoy spankings at parties, but they don’t fulfill that same need. They are more for fun and those at home are more for well-being and contentment.