I'm ending this ... NOW

 

I had just returned from a weeklong trip last night, where I was caring for an elderly family member that had fallen and was injured badly enough to be in the hospital for several days.  For the most part, the trip was a success, but it was a trip full of long days.  I was tired.  I was road weary, and I missed Mistress K. something fierce.  

We are currently remodeling our house again and the entire house is in a constant upheaval of dust, noise and inconvenience.  I hate it!  My trip coincided nicely without a good amount of the most frustrating parts of the remodel process.  When I arrived back home last night, my beautiful Mistress was at the airport to pick me up.  I was so happy to see her and be with her.  

While I was gone Mistress K had worked very hard to make our home as comfortable as possible to be in while there was still construction dust in the air.  I am so very grateful to her for that. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised at how she had transformed a construction site into a place that resembles a nearly completed construction site.  

Having a long difficult trip, and a long plane ride home, I was tired and a little grumpy.  My happiness soon turned to grumpiness when I was inconvenienced by what was still left to be done in the house.  A small disagreement developed between us over what we are spending.  Her frustration at my frustration was growing.  As time wore on, I was more and more pissy.  Yes, I was tired.  Yes, I was road weary. No, none of that is a reason why she would have to put up with my behavior.

"THAT'S IT!  I'VE HAD ENOUGH. Take off all of your clothes and kneel where you stand.  Gulp!  Socks too, your watch, everything.  Now!  In seconds I was naked and kneeling.  She walked and pulled out her chair at her vanity table.  The she grabbed my jeans that were bunched up on the floor and pulled my belt from them.  

She pointed to the chair.  In a not very happy tone she said, "get over that chair.  I'm ending this now."  Boy did she ever.  She didn't sit in the chair because doing so would've restricted her arm movement with the belt enough that her correction might not be felt in the manner in which she intended.  She whipped my ass good.  "Stand.  Now kneel.  This is no over, do you understand me?"  "Yes Mistress.  I am so sorry for expressing my frustration in a way that caused you frustration.  It won't happen again.  Thank you, my spanking Mistress, and thank you for correcting my behavior."

I was hard as rock during what was a very hard spanking.  I wasn't erect because it was a sexy situation.  it wasn't.  I was rock hard because I had what call a "love boner". I get a love boner when I ama relishing in our love for each other and how our marriage is so beautiful ... and also when I am plunged into subspace.  I was so much in subspace, and so much in love and proud of my Mistress Wife taking control of the situation and immediately fixing it.  

My God I love this woman!!  My ass burned - a lot! ... but my God do I adore this woman.  Immediately after my lesson, I showered, shaved, put my cage on, went and found her in the house, kneeled before her and thanked her again for resolving the matter, for loving me and for having me as her slave husband.  The rest of our evening was genuinely beautiful and loving.  It was the epitome of why a Wife Led Marriage works.