This morning when Scott got home from work, he was in a weird mood. After getting typical household crap done (kids fed, out the door, blah blah) he came into the bedroom where I sat on the bed with my laptop.
He grabbed the hairbrush and delivered a couple of good smacks. What the fuck was that for?
Does he know I stayed up too late last night? Does he even care?
Does he know I spent half the night on Dallas' site watching videos until wee hours of the morning?
Does he know that I need a spanking worse than he can imagine and I really wish he'd grow some balls and just give me one for crying out loud? Enough with Mr. Nice Guy Already!
Nope. Probably none of that. Just a couple of stingy smacks, all the while he's giggling like a little kid and that was it. He got in bed, fell asleep and thats where he still is. *sigh*
A couple is never enough!