The Cane

The cane is not the worst thing in the world. It’s better than some things I’ve been spanked with. Anyway, last night I was in a sour mood. I don’t know why, I was just really grumpy. I couldn’t talk because if I did I just sounded snappy. When we got home I went to our room and tried to get in a better mood, but I just couldn’t! J came in and rubbed my back and said sweet things, and that wasn’t working either… Then he said, “you know what we haven’t done in awhile?” I knew what he was talking about instantly. And it’s true, we haven’t done any sort of spanking for quite a few weeks. “I think you need a correction.” And of course, I tried to talk my way out of it. Corrections aren’t all that bad, they’re not punishments or discipline or anything. They’re more like refocusings. He does a really good job at giving them too. The worst part about being spanked right now is the cane. Because I’m pregnant, the cane is the lowest impact, so J is more comfortable using it then anything else. I prefer his hand over everything else, but the cane really isn’t the worst implement.  He talked to me all the way through it, telling me that everything is okay and the good things I have in my life, which makes it easier to cooperate with the spanking, for the most part. I took it without resisting. He finished and had me cuddle with him for a minute, but I still felt grumpy. So he turned me back over and did a little more. After he finished again, I cuddled him and felt so much better. I forget how much they actually help and make me feel better. And you know… Better mood equals better sex 😉 


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