I glare at my husband, not that I'm frustrated with him but to show that I am sooo frustrated, in general.
"fiona, I need your help for a minute." He says so casually.
He walks upstairs and I actually think he needs help with something. I know there's laundry to be sorted, and that is soooo my job. As soon as I walk in our room, he gently closes our door, doesn't lock it, but walks over and helps me assume the position. He removes my phone from my back pocket and rubs my ass. He spanks, over my jeans. He spanks hard and fast.
"You needed that, didn't you?"
"fiona, you needed that didn't you?"
I didn't say anything because I felt like I needed more, but he was being so amazing, I didn't want to ask for more. I simply was staying in the position, letting as much stress seep out as possible.
He spanks, covering my entire ass. It's firm...hmmm is he using a book? Wow, it's an impact for sure. Oh, YES, this is what I needed!
When he's done, he drops the clipboard beside me and said, "I knew I liked that clipboard."