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Note: This post includes anal play. If that’s not your thing I would stop reading after the spanking part.
YS loves his sleep more than anyone I know. Unless he has to go to work I’m usually awake long before him. At “home” or in a hotel suite I can find something to keep busy but in our regular hotel room there was nothing for me to do but wait. After two hours of playing Candy Crush and reading tabloid news, I was bored.
I rolled closer to him and watched him sleep, hoping that he would sense my presence and instinctually open his eyes. When it appeared that he wouldn’t, I whispered, “Baby? Baby? It’s noon.”
He made an unintelligible sound into his pillow.
“It’s noon,” I repeated before guiltily adding, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
Finally, he popped his head up and looked at me grumpily still clearly half asleep.
“I wanted to sleep until I woke up on my own,” he complained.
“But I’m bored…”
I feared that he might roll over and go back to his dreams. Instead, he pulled me close to him to cuddle. We stayed that way for another hour while we made pillow talk and pawed at each other affectionately.
I finally left the bed to use the bathroom, and when I rejoined him I saw that he had set his duffle bag of toys on the bed beside him.
“Come here,” he said, jerking me over his lap.
Without warning he began spanking me shockingly hard.
“Hey! That’s too hard!” I whined. “You’re not even giving me a warm up.”
He simply ignored my protests and continued spanking me without a word. He said nothing even as I continued to squawk out my objections.
The moment he swatted me with the first implement I knew exactly what it was — the unforgiving jelly flip-flop he’d bought to use just for spanking. I hated it for its unenjoyable and bizarre combination of stingy and thuddy. The second swat set me wailing and desperately trying to scramble away from him.
Still, he ignored me and remained silent as he continued whacking me with the dreaded flip-flop. I had a sinking feeling that this wasn’t just “for fun” play.
When he was done with the flip-flop I heard him pick up something wooden.
This definitely wasn’t the nice, morning spanking I’d been expecting. “Why are you using things I don’t like?” I wailed, unhappily.
Finally, he answered me, “So, you need to not forget to take your medicine.”
It was then that I finally understood what was happening. I’d forgotten that he had informed me a couple days prior that he was going to spank me for missing some medication I needed to take.
I wanted to say something back but he never gave me the chance to answer. Instead, he swatted me with the paddle several times in a row. I shrieked loudly; not caring that we were in a hotel.
He let me roll off his lap, and I looked at him be resentfully as I rubbed my bottom. “That really hurt,” I complained.
To my dismay, he simply said, “We’re not done. I’m going to put the plug in your butt. You still owe me ten minutes in the corner with it in for speeding after I told you to stop.”
Once again he ignored all my objections and whining and pinned me down on the bed. Having only experienced the plug once before I was nervous. However, to my surprise, he pushed it in with minimal effort and only the slightest bit of pain at its widest part.
“Go stand in the corner,” he ordered, pointing at the corner across the bed.
I shuffled over to where he wanted me still moaning and fussing at the uncomfortable intrusion. Every time I tried to kick the wall or bounce up and down in frustration the plug felt even more uncomfortable. I finally settled for pulling my arms up close to my chest and leaning against the wall.
After what seemed an interminable amount of time, he finally called me back to him so he could remove that annoying piece of silicone and give me my required cuddles.
As he comforted me, I frowned at him and said accusatorially, “You pounced on me. You basically tricked me. You could have given me some warning that you were gonna do that to me.”
“Well, I didn’t want to argue with you for 20 minutes about why you shouldn’t be punished,” he replied. Then, with a pleased smile he added, “Now it’s done and over.”
