Post Number: 4
|Posted on Friday, April 10, 2009 - 04:41 pm: ||
Well, after a long hiatus (more than 2 years) it seems my relationship with my husband is back to 'normal'. Can't really explain why it was off-track for so long, but I'm sure glad it is back.
Things have been gradually improving since the first of the year. I guess we've found more time to be alone together now that one teenager is in college and the two others are sleeping out at friends' houses more often. Saturday night was just such a night. The house was empty except for us, and we were lounging around, watching TV. I vaguely considered the possibility of having some 'fun', but I was so tired that I just fell asleep around 11:00. I remember thinking, "This is a missed opportunity...", but I just thought, "I'm too tired to really have a good time anyway."
Sunday morning, I woke up around 7:30 and thought that this would be like most Sundays and he'd sleep in until around 11:00, and we'd miss the rest of this 'opportunity'. Then, I heard him stir in bed, get up, and then return to bed. Still wondering, I felt him turn towards me. "Well, this is promising!," I thought. To make a long story short, we started fooling around, and in almost no time at all (it seemed) all of our pajamas were off. He turned me on my stomach and started grabbing handfuls of hair at the base of my head. I thought, "Oh, I hope this is going where I think it is going...." Shortly thereafter, he spanked my right butt cheek firmly with his hand. WOW! Lots more like that followed. SMACK! Ohhh, ummm. SMACK! SMACK! WHACK! Owww...hon, ummm... SMACK! WHACK! Each one was more exciting, and I was groaning (happily) throughout. I guess in all he probably spanked me 30 times or more, and by the end my ass was really stinging (in a good way!).
I dream of more, but isn't that a sweet way to start a Sunday?!?
Post Number: 1
|Posted on Wednesday, November 25, 2009 - 10:03 pm: ||
i liked your story,my wife is a sissy...i have to surf the net for my entertainment!
Post Number: 14
|Posted on Thursday, June 03, 2010 - 10:04 pm: ||
Another good story that I remember with my husband. A few months after I wrote the post above, my husband was going to a conference in another city for a few days. The night before he left, he woke me up in the middle of the night to fool around. This really surprised me, because I don't remember him ever doing this before. It was fun, and I really enjoyed the fogginess and confusion of being woken up and then going straight to fooling around. It was certainly exciting. So, the next day when I knew he was in his meetings, I texted him, "I keep thinking about last night." "Wow, that was fun. I can't wait until we're alone at home so that we can do those other things you were thinking about." (I had never sent him texts or "sexts" like that before.) He hadn't told me about anything else, but at one point he laid his hand on my rear firmly for a loonnngg time. I know he was thinking about the fact that others in the house might hear something. Well, he came home and a few nights after that when we were truly alone (kids out for the night), we started fooling around and he gave me some nice, firm swats to one cheek while tugging on the hair at the back of my neck. Fun!
Post Number: 119
|Posted on Friday, June 04, 2010 - 02:29 am: ||
Nice. Very nice. Anymore like that since?
Nothing says "I love you" like a warm bottom