How To Get Out of a Spanking

So, last night I learned the PERFECT method of getting out of a spanking. It all starts when you tell yourself, "I don't wanna spanking." Then, you loudly and steadfastly proclaim this. When informed that you're going to be spanked anyways, just refuse to comply. Keep begging, pleading, and proclaiming your disdain for this idea. Whatever the REAL reason is that you don't want a spanking, just keep informing him that you don't want it. It'll get the job done. When he finally manages to get you over his knee, just pitch a fit. Kick, scream, fight. The harder you can squirm, the better. Keep this up, no matter what happens.

That, my friends, is a tried and true method. . . . . NOT.

Fail, Keagen. Fail. *rubs bottom* *rubs backs of legs* *winces because insides of thighs hurt* *doesn't wear jeans* *laying on stomach as I type*

Seriously, I know that was a funny account. . . . . last night. . . . . it was not. It was anything but funny. I was in some seriously funky headspace last night. I was anxious, boarding on the edge of panic, and all that I knew was that I didn't want a spanking. At all. On any level. I wasn't sure why, but I knew that I didn't want it. *simply* It took awhile to get through the funk, and it took even longer for me to recognize that I needed a spanking like that. I had been withdrawn and non-communicative. I had chosen to begin an emotional shut-down, as opposed to reaching out, as I know I should. Last night's spanking was not meant to be intense. . . . it was meant to be a gentle reminder, but my headspace was wrong. I flipped. I panicked; I fought.

Towards the end, I broke. I lay over his knee and I sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed. We talked for awhile, and I'm happy to say that things are better. :-) But, my friends. . . . just remember. . . . . that's NOT how to get out of a spanking.