Powering Off

Our electronics own us.

My husband and I have vowed to spend less time with our electronics in the evening and more time with each other.  Some days, we follow through and remember to set aside our computers/phones and turn off the TV, so we can talk or cuddle.  Other days, we fall into the old habits and stay in front of the glowing screens until it's time for bed.

Yesterday evening fell into the latter way of things, and I realized close to bedtime that we hadn't spent any face to face time with each other.  I complained about it, even though he had tried to hug me earlier in the evening, and I had pushed him away. He knew I was disappointed, and he got ready for bed and waited for me to come in.

I climbed into bed without so much as a word and did my usual routine of applying lotion and chap stick.

"Come here, young lady, I want to say goodnight," he said.

I lay down and scooted closer to him so we could cuddle.  We lay there silently in each others arms for a bit, when he suddenly pulled my hair...hard.  He pulled me face to face with him, and I knew what was coming.

My breathing became faster and heavier as he tossed me over his lap.  He yanked down my pants and underwear with strict force.  He was being so harsh and rough, but God, it was just what I needed. The slaps of his hand on my bare bottom came hard and fast, with no accompanying lecture.  I squirmed and cried out, knowing exactly what he was feeling and and why this was happening.  There was nothing but spanking and powerful, heavy emotion radiating from both of us as we connected in a way that only dominance and submission provides.

And just like that, it was over.  He pulled me to him without a word, and we lay there for many more minutes, spooning and holding each other tightly.

"Thank you," I said.  "You make me so happy."  And I couldn't stop smiling until I turned off the light to go to sleep.