Switching Teams

It's quite possible that I am switching teams. I am leaving the spankos and joining the spanknos. It will be a very, very sad day when that actually happens.

Why would I do this?

Everyone who follows my blog probably remembers that I whine about never having enough privacy at home to enjoy spankings. The time between spankings has increased and thus my bottom has become almost virgin-like. (No laughing..) And try as I might, it seems like Ty isn't interested in buying any new spanking implements.

The other day, sweet little ol' me was being a little sassy. So Ty orders invites me to join him in the bedroom. And me, being me, huff my way in there, not realizing that someone has been thinking a little creatively. Well he has me sit on that horrible door mat (cannot believe I bought it) and he began the little lecture. Ty is a man of few words. But just because the lecture is short, my time on the mat isn't. After a while, Ty has me lay over the bed. He pulls my jeans and panties down and "smack, smack!". I about rolled over and smacked him, it hurt so bad. "What the hell is that?" And he shows me his new implement. A long handled, hard plastic, shoe horn.

And since he wanted to make sure that it was a quiet spanking, he used the handle part of the shoe horn. OMG!!!!!!  That thing stings like crazy.  Lucky for me, Ty didn't have a whole lot of time to swat much more because the kids were in the house. (That's a first that I am glad they are home -lol)

Fast forward to today. Here I am just minding my own business. I had already forgotten anything that I might have said or done earlier today -  that was hours ago. Ty informs me that I am getting a spanking. Tthe house will be child free very soon and it was time. I wasn't too sure how I felt about that because I was just about ready to take a break from some dusty spring cleaning. I would have rather just cuddled with him and maybe enjoy some loud lovemaking. Ty was determined to give me an attitude adjustment like no other.

Ty did a little of a warm up. And then out came the paddles. I have one of every paddle that we sell, plus paddles that we had before he began making them. So Ty has plenty of options to choose from. And he used more than a few of them. My tender bottom was not use to this type of abuse. It hurt really bad. Even, my usually incriminating body did not have any tell tale signs that I was enjoying this spanking at all.

Well then after the lecture and the spankings, Ty brought out the cuffs and stuff. Usually when we play with a little bondage, that means the fun and sensual spankings. I wasn't really wanting any more spankings but we haven't gotten to play this way in awhile.

Ty, was of a different opinion. He was still not convinced that my attitude have changed. So with my hands tied to the top of the bed and my feet at the bottom, Ty spanked me with that horrible shoe horn. I am surprised that the neighbors didn't hear me yelling. I guess when I call him names and threaten to spit in his food, he figures my attitude is still bad.

Afterwards, he was trying to make me feel better but he was afraid worried that  his nice little wife would come up swinging at him. I didn't. But I did warn him that by Tuesday morning, garbage pick up day, that he would no longer own a shoe horn and that he better sleep with one eye open tonight.

For all of you, very good and submissive wives, go ahead and kick me out of the club. I am not and will never be a very good submissive person. I love my husband more than life, I respect and admire him, and I try to follow his lead.

He likes to call me Stinkerbell. Well heck, at least he knows who he is married to.I keep his life exciting and interesting. Clappin my hands to make the shoe horn disappear is not working.
Or maybe if there were more spankings (not with the shoe horn) then my bottom wouldn't be so sensitive, Or I may have to leave the Spanko team.





So I just informed Ty that I was writing a post about becoming a spankno, unless he gets rid of that (I point to that evil thing). And Ty smirked.

By the way, Ty said "Keep Calm and Bite Me" He doesn't know what calm means. And he said that the only reason he agreed to the name Ty was because he likes to tie me up. And he is laughing and telling me that he is going to start blogging so he can share all of his stories about his Stinkerbell.

 

Hmfff!