Oops! I did it again. *ggls* I've been a "good" girl for awhile now, but this weekend, I just couldn't resist the urge. VoodooMan and I were watching TV when he lightly swatted my ass. *grins* The feel of his hand resting on my ass awoke in me a craving for some long overdue spanking. I giggled and said, "Do it again!" He told me to go to the bedroom and take all my clothes off. I skipped...practically ran....to the bedroom and stripped as fast as I could. Unfortunately, and to my surprise, NOTHING happened, not a damn thing, except we both went to sleep. Well, he went to sleep rather quickly while I lay awake sighing with longing and disappointment. I wondered if he went to sleep simply because he was tired or if he went to sleep to punish me. I managed to fall asleep eventually. The next morning, I awoke to the feel of him rubbing against my bare ass. WOOT!!!! *ggls* After some long awaited (to me) sex, he pushed my head down to the side and held it there with my naked ass across his lap. "Do you remember when you told me to do it again?" he asked. Of course I remembered!!! hahahahahahahaha What a silly question! I didn't keep very good count of them, but I think it was around 50 smacks. *smiles* I counted the last 20 in my head without so much as a peep until the last one at which time I made a small gasp. He stopped then, and as he got up for breakfast, I thanked him. I'm such a good girl! *wink* He said something...maybe you're welcome...I don't remember exactly. Oh, he asked me what I was thinking about. I was still lying in bed on my tummy. I told him I was wondering what my ass looked like. He said there were some petechial hemorrhages. *snickers* I made an offhand remark to the effect of "I need some more." In the space of a heartbeat, he was on top of me, pinning me to the bed with my ass completely at his mercy. "Daddy, please!" I cried. "Please, what?" he asked, in that maddeningly calm way. "I didn't mean right this second!" I blurted. "Maybe you should be more careful what you say, then, shouldn't you?" he remarked cooly. I nodded. "I can't hear what you're saying," he said with a tone of warning. "Yes, sir," I mumbled. He got up and continued into the kitchen where I quickly joined him for breakfast. So help me, later that very same day, I did it AGAIN. We were in the kitchen when he lightly swatted my ass. "Do it again!" I said with a giggle. He gave me such a look that I cringed inside though I remained smiling. "Girl, if you didn't have to leave here very shortly, I'd take you back in the bedroom and beat the crap out of you!" I pouted, just a little. "But, Daddy.." He gave me an exasperated look. "You could use some on the other side to even you up," he remarked as he walked away from me. I smiled at that. "You know it wouldn't be nearly as much fun if I wasn't so bratty. Do you not want me to want a spanking?" I asked. I believe he answered with one of those annoying Dom comments....something like "we'll see..." I know! It's infuriating when they do that! I'm definitely NOT a pain slut, and I don't relish the idea of being made sorry I ever knew what a spanking was. Girls just wanna have fun, damn it! *wistful sigh* Now, I have a few days to wonder whether I'll be made to question my sanity regarding my professed need for a spanking. *groans* Another fine mess I've gotten myself into!