Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Difference between we and you during a ruler spanking

On Saturday, our date night was a bit different. My guy's class ended an hour earlier than usual. It just meant that we got to see each other earlier, which was a bonus.

We met in our usual spot, in the treehouse. My guy and I got into the backseat. His hands were cold. I am nicknamed the furnace, as I tend to be so warm that holding his hands for ten minutes actually warms them up.

My guy is thinking about selling his beloved car. Recently, it has had a series of odd things happen to it. The battery drained a few times. Trying to use the manual key lock was a challenge, requiring a screwdriver to pop off the cover. The other week, one of his car's headlights died. Screwing in the lightbulb took a visit to a mechanic to diagnose the issue.

So, my guy is on the hunt for a pre-owned car again. He told me about what cars he has seen so far. I can only hope that he finds a car with fewer issues.

He then focused his attention on me.
"Even though you are on your period, I can still punish you," he said to me.
"No, I'm a good girl in a good world. You sang that to me recently," I teased.
"I don't think so. Where is your spanking apparatus?" he asked me.
"Apparatus? It sounds like you are conducting an experiment," I giggled.
He went to my glove compartment to find my ruler. He then signalled me to go over his knee, smacking my butt lightly with his hand.
"I think you have the wrong person," I protested, as I stretched across his lap.
"Nope, you're the bad girl that I want. I am going to spank you until you admit that you're a bad girl," he insisted.
"I am a good girl, though" I insisted.
"No, you are bad, bad, bad," he said, slapping my backside after each instance of bad.
"Good, good, good," I replied.
"Bad, bad, bad," he repeated.
I like when he slaps each buttock in rapid succession. The stinging feeling is nice for a bit until the pain starts to creep in.
"So, are we going to admit that we are bad?" he asked.
"We?" I asked him. "Who's we? The royal we?"
We both started to laugh. It's the writer in me. It's also the fun that we have during a spanking session. The chatter is fun.
"I mean you," he stated.
"You said we. If we means you, then yes, you are bad," I teased.
That remark led to more smacks with the ruler, which hurt.
"Are you going to admit that you're a bad girl?" he asked me.
"Yes, I am a bad girl," I said, caving in.
"Are you a bad girl or a very bad girl?" he continued.
"I just said that I am a bad girl. Isn't that enough?" I challenged.
More ruler smacks landed across my sore backside. I finally said that I was a very bad girl. He laughed and stopped. We then cuddled.

I enjoy the spankings that he gives me. They are fun and I like the idea of confessing that I'm bad.


  1. Great to read about you having fun.

    1. Thanks, Michael! It was a fun night together.

  2. LOL CB...the royal we cracked me up. Sorry his car hasn't worked out the way he hoped...sending positive energy that he finds something ye likes that suits him.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

    1. I forgot to mention that I told him that it wasn't my fault that he got his pronouns confused. Nothing like adding more fuel to a harder spanking! It was so fun!

      I am hoping that he finds a car that he loves.