A Good Girl Spanking

Apparently, K and I need to work on our spanking interpretation..

or maybe just our terminology....

It was Saturday morning.  We had spent the night in a hotel because his son was getting married in another town a couple hours from our home.  I had taken care of the baby so they could get ready for the wedding.  I had a fabulous time spoiling the daylights out of him, but had forgotten how much work a 5 month old can be.

Just an aside to all you DD women out there who are currently raising babies....god love you! 

Anyway, although it was absolutely wonderful to spend time with the munchkin, I was ready for him to go home and have some private time with K. 

We woke up late (mmm...I love sleeping in) and were just laying in bed talking and catching up on the week.  We were discussing the wedding, who would be there, how it was going to go down, etc.  We knew it was going to be a bit crazy with all the exes and step family and so on.  We discussed things we thought could be an issue or become an issue.  Then K told me he was going to give me a "good girl spanking" as I hadn't had one in a while.   Well, ofcourse, my eyes lit up and my heart started racing....heck, yes, bring it on!!  I had visions of light swats, and lots of rubbing and stroking, and....well, you get the picture....

I flipped over on my stomach quickly....yes, yes, yes.....let's go....

K started my spanking...and not very easy....

Hey, wait a minute....this isn't how it's supposed to start.....

then it got harder.....

Hold on....what the *&*#j!!

Then the lecture started...."this is what I expect....this is how it's going to go....blah, blah, blah...do you understand?...etc, etc.

I could only squeak out my answers b/c the swats were coming hard and fast.....

It ended with the promise of another much longer, much harder spanking if there were any problems....

When it was over, I looked at him strangely...

"What?"

"What exactly was THAT?"

"It was a good girl spanking."

"Uh, no it wasn't.....that HURT!"

"I know it did, I meant it to. I want you to remember to be a GOOD GIRL and not do anything to cause you to get a harder one when we get home."

I sat there dumbfounded....

"What did you think I meant?"

So I had to explain MY interpretation of a "good girl spanking"....

"Oh, well that would have been fun too.  But I think my interpretation will be much more effective."

I hate to admit it, but he was right.  And sitting beside him watching the ceremony, I couldn't help but smile at the mix-up. 

But I won't fall for that trick again!