The Day From Hell

If I only knew, I probably never would have gotten out of bed.

I started to make breakfast. Had the eggs and sausage finished. Put bread in the toaster. I wasn't paying attention to the toaster. I never had to before.

I was letting the dogs back in for their breakfast too, when Mike said something was burning. Smoke coming out of the toaster from burnt bread. The smoke alarm goes off, the dogs go nuts. The room stinks. Turns out the toaster is broken and needs to be manually worked.

Later, I go to put the clothes from the washer to the dryer and find an absolute mess. Somehow a wad of tissue got overlooked. If any of you have had this happen you know what a PAIN this is. They need rewashing and sometimes even twice.

Then around 1:00 the power goes out... right while I have some hot dogs and french fries (chips) going for lunch. And as usual, it stays out for quite a while, so the potatoes were definitely wasted. The hotdogs and onions could be saved for another time at least.

Then later, the final straw! The laptop doesn't work. I mess with it for ages and without going into technical details, it is down for the count.

I yell, I carry on, I had had enough. I am cussing and I am not even sure what I am saying. Even letting off this steam is not helping. I know, I know. I lost control and was carrying on. I just couldn't help it. I went to the bedroom, flopped on the bed and had a cry.

Mike came in and tried holding me, tried telling me everything was ok. I don't know, I wasn't listening.

Then he starts to pull me over his lap. I was telling him this is ridiculous, I was in no mood. He paid no attention, just started spanking. I don't know whether it was because I was so pissed off or what, but I was not feeling a thing, and I was pretty sure he wasn't going easy either.

He pulled down my shorts and panties. I guess I must have helped him. They were on the tight side and I doubt he could have done so without the help.

I started feeling the spanks for sure then. But, really it didn't seem like a big deal. I was still just pretty pissed off.

I don't know how long this kept up. I had been still sort of crying but that actually had stopped. Later that would seem a bit ironic (hmm wonder if I used that right... hey, I teach math, not english!) that crying STOPPED after a long time of spanking. And I really wasn't mad anymore.

All I knew was I was getting very but very sore! I started squirming like crazy. Well he started with those low, middle spanks and then I started getting turned on. Seriously turned on!

Well, when he finally decided to stop, I just about attacked him and had my way with him but good!

After, I would realize that that had been a hell of a spanking. I had bruises and soreness for a couple days to prove it, too.

But, wow. that sure did the trick to get me out of that horrible funk the day put me in.

Has this type of thing happened to you all? Does spanking sometimes get you out of an awful mood? Have you ever just had no idea how hard or long you have been spanked not because of the spanking but because you had some kind of overriding emotion blocking it out, like in my case, I guess anger?

Have you had no idea how intense a spanking was until you looked in the mirror and spent time sitting the next day?