A Brief Punishment

I still blush thinking about the time I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. He’s forty, and he can be so naughty sometimes. So one night, when we were both feeling playful but also in need of some direction, I took charge. I told him to stand against the wall with his eyes closed, hands behind his back. There was no resistance from him, only a soft 'yes, Mommy'. The sting of the wooden spoon across his bare bottom was quick and sharp, followed by my cool hand soothing the heat. It was a mix of naughty play and discipline that left us both breathless and more connected than ever.