I Should Write About Spanking
I should write about spanking. I should.
Except when I think about it, then I think about my rear end. And then I remember the dull knife that is being slowly twisted through my uterus, inexorably tugging my ovaries out of place and down into that deep pit of agony and despair.
I hurt a lot when the princess was born. For awhile – for a long time. But I had nice, happy, painkilling drugs then too.
Seriously, what’s with the cramps? I’ve had some, but not this bad for many months, until yesterday. Then – promptly twenty minutes after a negative pregnancy test* – they started, and progressively got worse over the day.
By last night, I could barely function. My body was shutting down, and I really did feel somewhat numb. I have a bit of a cold on top of everything else, so when I dropped my flannel pajama pants and stood me and my blue and white polka-dotted panties in the corner, I just prayed fervently he wouldn’t leave me there shivering for very long.
He’d seen me struggling already, of course. He’d done the dishes. He’d set the table. He’d let the dog outside and made sure she came back in. He’d listened as the princess read to me and perhaps heard her say, pity in her voice, that Mama did not have to read. “I’m tired, too, Mama,” she said, pulling the blanket around her and rolling over into her pillow.
So there I was in the corner, thinking of my open laptop upstairs and literally trying not to fall asleep standing up when he said, “That’s enough.” I turned around, he smiled at me and said, “Now, go to bed.”
And all I could think was…thank you.
Sometimes simple instructions are best. He could have kept me up to help – he had to wait up for a very-late conference call for work. He could have let me go upstairs, where I would have stared blindly at SimCity for an hour and nodded off at the keyboard. He could have made me stand there. He could have waited to see if I had gone to get in my bed of my own free will, which I might have done – but I also would have turned on the television.
So I looked at him and said, probably looking as pathetic as I felt, “I need Daddy.”
He held out his arms, held me, and sending me to bed became putting me to bed.
It is a very good bed.
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[* Yes, I'm on the Pill to regulate my progesterone production. But it was Day 5 of that week, which is about 3 days late. I didn't want to buy another month's worth if by some miracle I got pregnant on the Pill. But, as I said to Chris, Oh the irony of it! Going on the Pill to have a maybe-pregnancy!]
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Thanks Sara.
I don’t know about this Should of yours, that you Should write about spanking. For me this was a perfect expression of trust, trustworthyness, and love. It’s exactly the type of thing that makes me adore the pair of you from afar, as well as envy you, both of you. And hearing “That’s enough”–one of the sexiest, most merciful things–*sigh*!
So, poo on your Shoulds.
Well, I’ve written reams and reams about spankings. After awhile, doesn’t it all sound like *smack* *smack* *smack* anyway? Or… Reader, he spanked me. Again.
Hugs,
s
Wish I had useful advice re: the cramps. Some months and some seasons of life are worse than others. I hope you’re felling better soon.
{hug}
Well, I know the tricks for me. Regular, small meals. Ice water. That special playlist for mood swings. Extra sleep, vitamins, and a. very. methodic. schedule. that includes not staying in any one position for very long.
Many people say exercise, exercise, exercise and a little does help but … argh, I get so stiff I can barely walk, let alone climb hills. Stretching helps while I’m doing it but how many hours can you do that at a time?
Sleep is best, I think.
Hugs,
s
Hi
You may already be trying this-but sea kelp supplements help all sorts of things- check out iodine deficiency..it is really very common and very undiagnosed!
http://healthsense.wordpress.com/2009/01/27/the-nutrient-everyone-needs-more-of/
Not sure if this link will work- but there is loads of info on the web. My diagnosed CFS has disappeared with sea kelp- and it sorts out menstrual stuff too! And I can exercise now too! I take it with selenium, vit c and various others… so am a bit of a supplement junkie!
Just a thought.
Big hug Jovee
Thanks Jovee – I’ll look up about it and see how it interacts with the medication I take.
s
I can’t think how to help, but your writing is warming and loving and I think you and the fireman are so very lucky to have found each other. As an aside, I was on the Pill when four of my six pregnancies happened, including this one. (The others all miscarried). I now don’t trust the Pill…
I don’t think I would have trusted it after the FIRST time. But then again, I’d be happy to get pregnant on the pill. It just seemed ironic that it Might Be after so many months of actually trying.
Hugs,
s
Well in that case I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you. Brave lady though being prepared to give up your spankings and discipline for another 40 weeks. It’s killing me right now doing that, so don’t think I’ll be doing this again
40 weeks of no spanking? What are you THINKING? A wise soul told me that if I could have sex, I could have spanking. And if I could have rough sex, I could have a hard spanking.
Over-the-knee might be off the list of can-dos, however, along with mountain climbing and horseback riding and ice skating.
I think I only gave up spanking for the last 12 weeks (or in my case, the last 8 weeks, lol) and the first 6 after. And then we eased back into it, although to be fair it was quite some time (a few months?) before Chris was paddling or smacking me as hard as he likes. (You see, I forbade the cruel practice of whacking with wire coat hangers from the cleaners, which I’ve been told can be used all through pregnancy, because they are just plain mean.)
The late pregnancy and delivery had aroused all those paternalistic protective feelings and he did an amazing job of coddling me.
Good luck,
s
i played the original SimCity in the 90′s and until now i still play the latest version of SimCity;;.