Getting spanked on a bottom that has been spank-free for a little over two weeks=ouch
Getting spanked with a cane on said bottom=OUCH
Getting spanked with a paddle after getting spanked with the cane on said bottom=OUCH!
Even though the cane and paddle had arrived two weeks ago, between the flu and Christmas, they hadn't been used. In fact, until last night, Steve wasn't even aware we had a paddle.
After two weeks of no role affirmation, I was feeling a bit out of whack. Add in holiday stress, missing Christmas with both sides of the family due to the flu and an argument with my mom and I was coming apart at the seams.
I knew I needed a spanking. I think Steve knew it too, although it took him a bit to catch on. But catch on he did. He sent me to get the cane and then I confessed to buying the paddle too.
So in the interest of trying out his new implements and helping me get back in balance, he told me to roll onto my stomach and we were off. It wasn't really a hard spanking or even a long one. The ouch factor came more from it being over two weeks since the last time I was spanked. But I quickly found out that I don't like the cane or paddle, especially used together.
And even though I would have preferred to avoid the cane and paddle (and plan to avoid them at all costs in the future), I'm glad he did something. Because I'm feeling much more balanced today.