How About Some Cheese with that Whine?

Ok well I did forget to do what I was asked. I admit it. However I really didn't think I needed to be spanked. As you can see from the pouty picture I did not do this with the most positive of good girl attitude.

My "older brother" had asked me to send him a link for a gift he wanted to give me. I thought that was very sweet of him and sent the page with the item by email the next day. Well, he never got it and thought perhaps it was blocked due to the fact that it was from an adult site. So he thought that just sending the link in an email would be best. I agreed to do it.

Well, my mind is so crammed full of facts for work (after all I am helping sell kid's toys) and trying to get myself organized with my writing and chores around my apartment. So I hadn't sent it to him by this morning and it should have been sent over the weekend. When he asked about it I admitted I had forgotten and would do it today.

He was very sweet and kind, as always, but told me I was going to be spanked for this. After all I had been asked to do this and needed to do as I was asked. Now our relationship is such that I may always discuss any decision about being spanked. So I, VERY POLITELY, asked why I deserved a spanking for simply forgetting a link for a gift that was actually for me. I would never consider arguing or being rude. For one thing I just love my brother too much to be rude, for another thing it would have meant a second spanking.

As with all discussions, he maintained his point and assigned me a self spanking. Heaving a very dramatic but polite sigh I agreed. And, to be honest, it was not a severe spanking. Thirty good smacks with a hairbrush on each side. Not a terrible spanking but it left my bottom very hot and red. The sore point was that then I had to start work which involves SITTING on a chair answering the phone and working on the computer. I tried standing but it didn't work at all. Guess who remembered to send the computer link?

Ok, done whining....he was right, I need to pay attention to what I am asked to do.

A Needed Dose of Care and Love

I knew it was coming, it was just a matter of time. This morning when I spoke with my "older brother" he was delighted to hear that I was feeling much better and my temperature was back to normal. He then asked what I was wearing. Well since I work at home and no one is hear but my furry companions I often hang around the house in a warm robe, sweats, or my flannel pants and t shirts. Today I had on a long caftan. Well, his immediate response was, "Let's lose that young lady."

My mind tried to remember if I had done anything deserving of punishment. No way, I had been to ill to be bad for at least a week and a half. Immediately I asked if I was going to be spanked and the answer was what I had suspected all along....yes.

One thing I noticed today that I have never paid attention to before was the change in my voice. I don't do age regression with anyone who spanks me but today I realized my voice gets smaller and softer when I ask if I am being spanked.

He did tell me I was not being punished but this was strictly for therapy reasons. Then he said it has been too long, you need this and I had to agree. I did need that demonstration of love and care that a spanking of this type has come to mean to me.

So over the phone he "cuddled me" and had me rub my bottom gently. Then he had me start off with soft spanks of the hairbrush interspersed with continued rubbing both on my bottom and in more sensitive areas as well. His voice is always very loving, even if it is punishment. But he was so very sweet to me this morning that I felt totally cared for even over the phone.

Under his direction the spanks increased in intensity so that I started crying softly and then harder. It was a release I needed very much and once again, there was always the inevitable soft voice telling me to rub my bottom with the brush, let my hand stroke myself.

During spankings he always tells me he knows there is a naughty girl inside that needs this so much. He doesn't treat me like a little girl but he is right, she does live within me. She so needed the spanking and then being held in his arms afterward (I do have quite an imagination).

I don't know exactly how many spanks with the brush I got, somewhere in the neighborhood of about 100 which included the very soft ones in the beginning. But by the end my bottom was red and is still tender.

You may think that it isn't possible to imagine someone holding you tight and cuddling you over the phone. Well, in that case let me remind you of a scene in the movie Miracle on 34th Street, the original one. Kris Kringle explains to Susan, a very wary little girl who does not believe in anything that is not real, that the imagination does exist. He says, "You have heard of the French nation and the (can't remember) nation. Well this is the imagi-nation." So that is how it works for me, I spend a good deal of time in the imagi-nation between spanking and writing.

My brother was right, as he always is, I sooooo needed that spanking. I felt loved, cared about, got some tears out, and have a lovely sensitive bottom right now.

You know, that nation isn't a bad one to visit. And the best part is.....you don't even have to register for a passport.