The calm of letting go
The calm of letting go
After a spanking there is just this rush of acceptance. Of letting go into submission. Your subspace is like a wide cavern, with nooks and cranies ready to explore where you least expect them. It's hard to explain, but the image of this woman expresses the feeling well.
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I'm not sure calm is the way I'd describe it. And I sure don't enjoy it. But there have been occasions.
My husband is a good man. He doesn't drink much, maybe a couple beers now and then with the boys, but he's responsible about it. He works hard and he brings home good money as a Master Electrician. He doesn't lose his temper or hit me. And he's a good father. But a few times there's been cause.
Once, I left the baby in the car to rush in and buy a few groceries. The window was down a crack and I was only gone a few minutes. But the baby cried and there were people standing around the car. Someone called the police. We live in a small town and the cop who showed knew my husband. So he gave me a warning and called my husband.
That night I got a wholloping on my back side with his belt. Hurt for days after. But in the eleven years of our marriage he's done this only a few times. And I gotta admit, each time I deserved it. Never left the baby alone in the car again after that, I tell you.
Spanking isn't my thing I guess. But I've been there. Hope it doesn't happen again. I don't much like it.
Brilliant reply! I can only say what it's like for me. But may I ask, would you let him again? Do you accept it?
Yes? If I screw up like that again, I suppose so. But I don't want it on the regular, and I don't want it as part of our sex life.
Thank you for your insight.