Finding Sara

Sometimes, you just have to laugh! If it’s at yourself, even better.  This post might be best for women only, as there are some things men are better off not knowing. Gentlemen, if you should decide to read on, I assume no responsibility for anything.

Several weeks ago Grant finally asked the question. I more or less knew it was coming, half realized I would be caught, was really trying to get a step ahead before it came to that, but just never quite managed to. Just 4 little words…

“Did you exercise today?”

Ah Shoot!  “No.”

Surprised, “What?”

“No…I didn’t.”

“Why not?”  (He looks at the kitchen clock. It is 4 PM)

 “Because, I just didn’t…yet” (trying to imply I would soon)

  Scowling slightly, “Did you exercise yesterday?”

  (Uh oh, this is not going well) “Well…mmm, no.”

“When was the last time you did exercise?”…silence…..”Well?” the eyebrows go up.

“Wait…I am trying to remember!…Thursday, I am pretty sure.”

He turns to the sink, commenting over his shoulder, “If I were you, I would be closing that laptop and hurrying to get that exercise done right now!”

    The infamous, “We’ll discuss this later.” was implied but not spoken. Oh no, now what? Every woman in a DD relationship knows the code. “Discuss” means he will be talking, with an implement of some sort, and I will be listening and agreeing to whatever he says. Sheesh. OK…so…I’ll worry later…maybe go exercise first? Now, while I am following directions ever so cooperatively, at least I can speculate about what is going to happen instead of being bored out of my mind while I excercise!

    Will he or won’t he? The infraction is not mega. I mean, yes I am supposed to and I haven’t, but…major crime, nah. On the other hand, we did agree I would start a regular exercise routine up again, and I have been stalling, and it is a health issue, which he takes seriously…and I have already been warned. But I did over half of what I was supposed to. OK. But any kind of punishment is not a happy thing and I begin to think maybe I have reason to worry.

    Fast forward to that evening, same kitchen table, same husband glancing at the same clock. “I’d like you to be ready  in the bedroom at 8 pm.” And he walks out. Ready? Ready for what? There is no clear “in trouble” tone or look perceived, and I am left to wonder at the nature of our appointment. There will be spanking almost certainly, but what kind? A girl needs to know these things!!!!

    At 7:15 I decide to go ‘get ready’. But…what am I getting ready for? I walked into the bedroom where Grant was reading and mentioned that I would be in shortly. Then, although I knew, couldn’t help but ask what I was getting ready for. “Your spanking.” “I know… but what kind?” “I am still deciding that.”  “OK”, since I realized this was NOT the time to take issue but rather to demonstrate proof of my complete if sudden demeanor of obedience!

    You see, the “what kind”  makes all the difference. There are codes for dress and preparations to be made. These are not his codes but mine. If he wants something specific, he is specific. He often just instructs “get ready”. I have developed my own pre-spanking rituals, some of which are rather silly, but…I do them anyway. I don’t know if they really help, but I have always been an optimist. Well, knowing that this infraction was not a super big deal, I went for black lace…I mean, whatever is going to happen, you might as well look good, right?

    In days long gone by, it used to be that any sort of spanking made me very nervous. I still get nervous, but not for any kind but a punishment anymore. Back then it was all new, it hurt, and while I wanted to do this thing, at least in the abstract, the fantasy and the reality are quite different. Being “in trouble” more or less freaked me out, and I really needed to DO something with myself in the hours before. That turned into a shower, all kinds of grooming, skin creams, hair washing, blow drying with the use of sundry products, including root lifter. You will never see me showing up to a spanking with bad hair!!!

    Then there is the issue of attire. Now the reality is most of it is coming off anyway, but that is entirely beside the point! I remember, with stellar hair, clean and shiny, fragrant and voluminous, I stood in front of my closet, doors flung wide. “What does one wear to a spanking?” I would ponder. How much trouble am I in? Which implement will he use? What’s coming off?  How fast? Will it help if I wear layers? Yes guys (who are not supposed to be reading this) , we (I cannot be the only one! )  do think like this, when it comes down to the wire, and true desperation sets in. I have been known to choose flannel pajamas over nylon, wear panties underneath when I never do that, even knowing there is the strong likelihood that whatever I am wearing will quickly be dispensed with anyway.

    Now, If I am really worried about the fate of my derriere, sexy new panties are a must!  All girls schooled in the ancient and secret arts of mysterious womanhood know that one should never underestimate the power of the panties! Lace is nice, colors help, the cut must be revealing but not too too, and he has to have NEVER seen them before! This is a cardinal rule, because if the vision is not an immediate distraction, if his attention is not torn from his intended mission to the offering now laid before him, your moment of advantage is lost! There is that one pivotal moment in time, the reveal, and it can make or break your spanking experience. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and this is war girls! If you can inspire your spanker to pause, to gaze, the tables will have at very least tilted. He was in complete control and you, OTK,  in complete surrender. Suddenly,  he is diverted, and your spanking is on it’s way to a quick resolution. Oh he will still spank, but now his mind wanders. And surely if we know anything about our men, we can appreciate that multi-tasking is not a strength! He is now wanting to wrap up this portion of the scheduled programming quickly!

    I know. I can be very bad. But somehow, I have not had the impression my husband minds so very much!