"What's wrong?" "What do you mean?"
"You have been very withdrawn the last couple of days, and today you have been really snippy. Are you feeling ok?" "Yeh, I'm fine. I have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry if I've been snippy."
"It's ok. Sometimes you need to be able to let it out. I'd rather you let it out on me than on someone else. It doesn't bother me." "I know it doesn't, which is one of the things I love about you. I really don't want you to be my verbal punching bag though. I think sometimes when I am pushing you, it's because I'm wanting you to push back."
"Wait a minute. This is because you haven't had a real thorough spanking in a while, isn't it?" "Probably. I'm missing the structure, but I'm not upset with you at all. It is just the way it has had to be recently. I'm annoyed with myself for being a grouch."
"Well, if you need the grouchiness spanked out of you, then get over here and we'll take care of it right now." "Right now?" "Right now!"
I got a thorough hand spanking, ten medium and ten hard strokes of the cane, twenty strokes of the lexan paddle, he had me count out forty strokes of the strap, and a follow-up hand spanking. I cried from the beginning because I had so much pent up emotion. It also hurt like crazy because it had been a while for that type of spanking. I feel worlds better though. Like a hundred pounds of bricks have been lifted off my shoulders. I feel like I could tackle the world. That seems crazy to me, but that's the way I feel...empowered.