A Beautiful Spanking

I've been debating on whether to share this post or not.  This spanking happened during our boot camp week and although I had shared the experience with a few close blogging friends I wasn't sure if I wanted to share it here or not for reasons I can't discuss.  So after much deliberation I really felt that I wanted to share this experience with all of you...

It started out as a wonderful day, Foreman and I were on our 3rd day of our modified boot camp and he was still sending me sweet texts throughout the day, I sent him a few in return and all was well that is until....

Have you ever gotten a phone call, text or email from a friend or family member that feeds off of negativity?

I got a call...from a family member, she's struggling in her marriage right now and she called me to vent.  Now normally I would redirect the conversation because I have a tendency to 'soak in' all the complaining and negative emotions.  For some reason I couldn't redirect the conversation, so I soaked it all up, you might as well have called me a biscuit cause I was sopping up all the criticism towards her husband and the complaining so by the time Foreman got home...I was in a horrible mood.  He tried several times to talk to me and I blew him off.  He asked where's that sweet 'Sass' that was texting me most of the day? I didn't know what to tell him, I was mad...and at the time I didn't realize why.  Looking back now I can see how detrimental that call was to my own attitude and how easily my emotions were swayed by her negativity.
So after multiple attempts to talk to me, I was a brick wall.  He threatened to take me around the corner of the house and I stood there with eyebrows raised.  After I had calmed down, Foreman 'invited' me down to his building/woodshed.  On the walk to the shed he started talking about how much he had been thinking of me today, how he had went out of his way to send me multiple lovely texts, not because it was his homework (that as the day before) but because he loved me.  Then he gets home to find me pissy, distant and downright hateful.
I knew it, he was right he had been so sweet and loving and I attacked him and then withdrew as soon as he walked through the door.  I started to cry, not because I knew what was coming, but because I knew what I had done to him...to his heart.
When we got in the building he turned me around to face him, with his arm around my back holding me close, he told me he loved me.  He kissed my forehead then my lips and while holding me in that strong hug he began, steady and determined.  As I stood there leaned against his body, I felt his strength not on my backside ;-) but in his hold on me.  For the first time I really felt open to him and instead of laughing or joking or being sassy, I truly felt it... his strength melded with my vulnerability and I cried into his chest while he held me, I released my hold and began to trust him more...it was a beautiful moment that I will never forget. 

Hugs,

Sass