A Good Girl Spanking

Yes, you read that right. What, no faith in me? I actually got a "good girl" spanking this week. I honestly don't know that I've had one before, not that I can remember anyway. There doesn't always have to be a reason for a spanking, but this time it was that I had been too good. And I was more than okay with that, I'd really been needing one. Things have built up on me lately and an opportunity to let go was more than welcome.

It started off with J telling me to stand in the corner. This is a rare occurrence. For one thing, there really aren't many easily accessible corners at our place, there is just too much stuff everywhere. But it just isn't something I ever usually have to do. And trust me, I'm not complaining about that! I was surprised though. He told me to stand in the corner for 5 minutes and that I had that amount of time to come up with a reason as to why he shouldn't spank me. Hmm, reverse psychology? I had kind of been wanting this, so what reason could I really come up with? Have I mentioned before how long 5 minutes lasts when one is in the corner? Ah, that's right, I wrote about that here. So I guess I've had to be in the corner once or twice before.

After the full five minutes of feet shifting and putting my hair behind my ear for the hundredth time, he told me to turn around. "Have you thought of a reason why I shouldn't spank you?" he asked. "Uh, I don't know. Not really, I guess." "I don't know" is never a very good reply to a top, for future reference. "Alright, go get your hairbrush then and get over my knee." Gulp. Of course he was referring to the larger of my two hairbrushes, the stupid big paddle brush. What's with that name anyway? Did a spanko invent hairbrushes? All these "ouch-free" labels, can you say irony?

I begrudgingly got the stupid big paddle brush and laid across his lap as he sat on the bed. I tried to cover a hint of a smile as I got into position. "Do you think this is funny? You won't be smiling in a minute," he said. Okay, apparently I didn't cover it well. "No, I don't think it's funny," I replied as I tried to keep any sign of a smile out of my voice. He began to spank me with his hand over my skirt and asked if I knew why I was being spanked. Is this a trick question? Tops do that you know, asking you why you are in trouble and then you possibly mention things that they weren't even aware of. Beware of that trick! I said that I wasn't sure and he told me that I'd been too good. Well this was certainly a new reason.

He asked again, "Why are you being spanked?" as he flipped up my skirt and his hand delivered a volley of smacks to my bottom. "Oww, for being too good, sir," I replied. "That's right," he said, "do you think you can avoid getting the spankings that you deserve?" "No!" I said. "No, what?" he growled into my ear as the hairbrush came down hard across my cheeks. "OWW No, sir!" "That's better," he said. He pulled down my panties and the swats with the hairbrush continued to rain down fiercely on my bare bottom. My legs were kicking and I noticed that my left foot would curl up in anticipation before the next swat even landed.

After a while he slowed down and my bottom was stinging something awful. He set down the brush and ran his hand across my thoroughly pink bottom and rubbed my back. "Are you going to be too good again?" he asked. I just laughed, now this really was a trick question. He said that not answering was an acceptable answer in this case. I curled up on my side and laid my head on his chest. I'm not sure how long we remained like that but I eventually fell asleep. Something about having a well-warmed bottom makes sleep come so much easier.