So to the good news:-
Drum rolls please.....
The winner of my 5th Anniversary draw is DelFonte from A Place of Fancies.
Master or Mistress Cane-Iac will be in touch.
Have fun choosing your goodies and I hope you'll share with us what you decide on and perhaps a review:)
And now to the bad news (well bad and good):-
My husband helped me with the draw after all and I was so pleased that he did, especially as he'd spanked me for what I said in my post on Tuesday and I wasn't sure at the end of the spanking whether he was still my friend or not. He spanked me very hard using the new pine paddle which Bogey and Bacall sent me
Before spanking me P drew me aside and said he'd read my email and my post and he wasn't at all disinterested in my blog or my anniversary and I shouldn't have suggested publicly that he was. It made him sound bad, he said, and I was going to get a damned good spanking for it. I honestly couldn't tell whether he was seriously offended or not, he certainly didn't sound as if he was amused and I felt that horribly delicious feeling which I get too infrequently these days of butterflies in my stomach which precede a real spanking or one I'm not certain about. His voice was strict and he moved decisively even as he was telling me off, taking me firmly across to the sofa and bending me over his lap.
He must have had the paddle in his rear pocket (so a pre-meditated spanking) because I didn't see it at all until he'd finished with me and told me to pull my knickers back up and take it up to the bedroom with me. I was being sent to bed as well as spanked! I mean come on, I'm not a child.
I'd been worried about the neighbours during the act because they're always in at that time and there isn't much ambient noise about to camouflage disciplinary activity, I hoped they'd gone to bed early. I managed to stop myself shouting but I kicked and struggled and beat my fist into the carpet because that little paddle was fierce,
I got into bed and my bum was burning, it felt worse against the cool of the duvet when I turned face down. I turned on my side but couldn't fall asleep, I was tempted to go back downstairs and say things but I wasn't sure quite what I wanted to say, maybe I just wanted contact (as if I hadn't had enough). Then I heard P on the stairs and I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Stupid isn't it, one minute I wanted contact and the next I wanted to avoid it. When he got into bed after a few minutes I felt his hand on my bottom and I flinched away. He gave me a sharp slap.
"Don't flinch away from me young lady, you've been spanked that's all."
"But it hurt," I said.
"It will hurt a lot more if I have to spank you again, now be a good girl and go to sleep."
I relaxed, his hand stayed there and within minutes I knew by his breathing he was drifting off. I had the strongest urge not to be a good girl at all but resisted it and eventually dozed off myself.
Epilogue (the good news bit) -
A good test, I always think, of a spanking's severity is whether it hurts in the shower next day. This one did and I had a couple of light bruises too. P was bright and breezy, away to work just before 7.30am, on his way out he told me he'd be happy to make the draw for me and then the front door closed and he was gone before I could say anything. Then he surprised me in the afternoon by saying we'd eat out. Yippee! The Christmas lights are all on in town and it looks lovely and I like strolling to and from wherever we eat. The spanking wasn't mentioned at all and my bum was still just a teeny bit tender when my husband squeezed it on the walk back to the car.
Have a fun weekend.
Gif is one of Patty's. Not sure where I found it.