Mother Nature Got Me Spanked!

As women we have needs...complicated needs.  We cry when we are sad, or happy, or nervous, or something affects our friends.  We laugh when we are happy, nervous, and some of us even make jokes when we are sad or uncomfortable.  We can be hormonal, affectionately known around these parts as HORRO MOANS!, and sometimes we go from laughing to crying to screaming in a matter of a few minutes.  It's no wonder that our men have a hard time deciphering what we need and when we need it.

Except putting the HOH on pause is highly discouraged and Prozac may not help, but a good spanking seems to do the trick!

So I have been INSANELY mildly hormonal this week, but mainly over the last few days.  It has been a really busy week and then the hormones added to the mix creating a very stressed out P.  I have done a pretty good job of keeping my attitude in check, but could feel it threatening on Friday.  I told John that I was struggling and he said he thought I had been very good all week.  I got a bit frustrated that I told him I needed help and he didn't understand.



Saturday morning we woke and talked while laying in bed.  John decided that a bit of discipline was in order to reconnect and reaffirm and to help keep my hormones in check.  After discipline we moved on to other forms of reconnection

Afterwards I showered and starting getting ready to tackle another busy day, but before we could get out the door John said something that I took the wrong way that is SO unlike me!  In an attempt pull me out of my funk John spanked me again only it just wasn't quite enough and I couldn't wouldn't ask for more so I spent the better part of the day being grumpy.

The next morning we woke and began our weekend morning chat.  I finally worked up the nerve to tell him what I needed, a really intense spanking and extremely dominant sex.  We didn't have time then and had to get up and get ready.  We had a good day and when we finally got back home he and I snuggled up together.  Then opportunity presented itself and the kids were going for a short visit to Grandma's house.

John gave me a deliciously intense spanking.  At one point I began to fight for my position and he spanked a few more times before stopping to rub a bit.  I intertwined my arm in his legs and he reassured me and told me how good I was doing.  As he continued past my comfort zone, Mother Nature and her horror moans were put in their place As spanking gave way to other dominating activities I was led into my happy place.  But I still believe "Mother Nature God Me Spanked!"