Asking for a Spanking

I woke Him up this morning. I just couldn't lie there any longer waiting for Him to wake up on His own. I'd been awake for hours. Thinking, imagining, fantasizing, wishing for the things He would, could, might do to me.

Finally, when He rolled over and threw His arm over me and snuggled up to my back, I began by stroking His arm and hand. When that didn't achieve the desired effect, I took His hand and put it on my breast, and He sleepily cupped me. Ummmmmmm. Nice, but not quite what I had in mind. I squirmed a bit, and then began patting the breast with the sleeping hand.

The growly voice from behind me enquired, "What are you doing?"

So... I just took the sleeping hand and kept it thumping away. From breast on down and around until I was slapping my own backside -- with His hand.

The growl shifted to chuckling as He came fully awake. And, yes, I got the spanking I'd been asking for. To think that there used to be a time that I was shy about asking for spankings. And to think that there was a time not so long ago that I was thinking that I would never want another spanking ever again...

Grin.

swan