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servantheart -> RE: Being out of balance... (12/22/2008 10:42:32 PM)
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Hi Gleegal,
Sounds like you have wonderful friends who understand you very well. I'm glad they knew what you needed and were able to help you in this way :)
I had a similar experience three weeks ago. I've been under an extreme amount of stress due to some very serious family issues involving my recently broken-up household of the past 20 years. I generally talk to those who are close to me when things get overwhelming, but maybe I was unconsciously internalizing more than I realized. On this particular day, I felt as though I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders. I came home from an earlier appointment already on the verge of falling completely apart and began my nightly chores. Sir had arrived home earlier and was watching me set up the coffee maker for the next morning. I couldn't take the strain anymore and was struggling to choke back the tears lest my youngest UM see me in the state I was in (which is near impossible with the hyper-perceptive little darlings [>:]). Sir came over to me, took my hand, led me to the bedroom and shut the door. I sat down on the bed and lost what little control I had left and soon my body shook with my sobs. I calmed down finally and began to spill my guts, telling Sir about the mountain of worries I had as He held me close and patiently listened. When I finished, He again took my hand, telling me to stand up. I was led to the end of the bed, instructed to take down my pants and panties as Sir picked up the paddle from the book cabinet. I was bent over the bed and He began to smack my ass with that damn thing at a steady pace while I did my best to hold still. The swats ceased after a bit and He asked me if I wanted Him to stop the paddling. I said no and He resumed the smacking. After a while I asked Him what the spanking was for. He said, "You already know." The pattern of spanking, stopping, asking me if I was ready to stop continued until the intensity built to a point where I couldn't take any more and I asked Him to please stop. He stood me up and hugged me for what seemed like a long time, before asking me if I felt better. I marveled at just how much better I did feel and told Him that I did. He ran His hands over my throbbing backside for a bit before demonstrating an alternate means of emotional catharsis [:)]
I am grateful to Sir for what He did for me that night. I'd never experienced anything like it before. It was the most loving thing He could've done for me at that moment. I am thankful to be His.
As for a maintenance....
Before I moved in with Sir, I received weekly maintenance spankings over His lap with His bare hand. After my youngest UM and I moved in with Sir nearly four months ago, life has been hectic to say the least and there have been many adjustments on everyone's part to make. Since the little UM wasn't raised in a household where adult corporeal activities took place, we were unsure how she would react to the sounds of my whimpering, yelping, and begging, along with the accompanying smacks. Days, weeks and finally months passed with no maintenance spanking given. The lack of this weekly reminder has, unfortunately, been evident in my attitude and actions. I've felt very much out of sorts and off-kilter. This past weekend He decided to resume our weekly maintenance ritual, possibly semi-weekly for a time. I received my first maintenance spanking since we began living together tonight after He came home. Now, several hours later, my bottom is still tender and I'm so thankful He does this for me.
~Grrr...damn typing issues [>:][>:][>:][>:]
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