Finally!!!

It had been two weeks... 14 days... 336 hours... 20,160 minutes. Lol :) 

It may have technically been a few hours & minutes less, because I'm pretty sure the spanking that occurred two weeks ago was at bedtime, where yesterday's (yes, yesterday's!!!!) spanking was earlier in the evening. 

 #1 was is feeling much better, thank you all for the well-wishes!! She tested positive for the flu at the doctor, fought a hard battle, but is finally beginning to feel better. Nothing worse than seeing your baby sick and not being able to do much about it, I know everyone can attest to that. 

My fireman had just gotten home and I told him I needed a nap and a shower. I slept napped on the couch with #2 the previous night, continuously waiting for #1, who was sleeping on the love seat, to get sick again. Thankfully, it never happened. I think she was over the final hurdle. But I was just exhausted. I got the girls' hair fixed and they ran out the door before saying goodbye, lol. They were so excited to see the sun! 

The baby was starting to whine and get cranky, we both knew a nap was really needed. Fireman laid him down, I was just sitting on the couch. He went to our room, walked over in front of me and said let's go in there. Wha? Oh, we are alone? Baby is asleep, or on his way! It is quiet! I hadn't even seen the opportunity, lol. 

Wait, I have to get a quick shower and wash my hair. The look. No, really. I'll hurry, I'm not trying to get out of it, I swear. Okay. I'm not going to get in with you in case they come back or want to come home. Well, that sucks, but okay. 

I didn't take any extra time, just quickly showered, shampooed, and conditioned. Dried off, combed my hair, walked to our room. I grabbed a tank and panties and 'assumed the position' as he says. 

He did an extra long, light warm-up and I completely forgot to count. He climbed up on the bed at some point and kind of sat on my knees. He was getting his next two implements and I'm not sure if he sat on my legs so he could reach my ass better or if it was for my to not kick my legs... I don't kick them out of pain, it's just habit. My legs go up, lol. 

The beginning half of the spanking was pretty yummy.. But then the hairbrush. I always wonder what I was thinking when I bought it! But, if its not used too hard, it's not that bad, but on those ouchy strikes... Owwwwww. He kept rubbing the cool wood over my behind, pick it up, smack. Wiggle. 

I tried to not comment, but at the end, I was like okayyyyyy aren't you done yet? 

How long have we been doing this? 

Like, this time? I dunno! 

No. We've been doing this for how long? And what's our procedure?

Our procedure?  Then it hit me. 

Mmhmm. 

How many is it? 

Exactly. Then he said the number. 

So I counted the last few and I won't forget to count again. He reminded me of a few things I was supposed to be doing. Ultimately, it reminded me of our roles and that we are in this together. 

Then when he sat near me as I was curled up, I knew we were where we are supposed to be. My world is right again. :) 

Xo, 

Elle