Wife and I have talked about a bull having this sort of power lately. It doesn’t make sense but we both seem to like the idea of him being a big bad man that pushes me into this role while she sees it.
He brought out the mean wooden spoon when I said some negative things about myself. That small implement sure packs a stingy effect and makes an impression 🤕 It makes me one sorry girl very quickly
Friday night motivational spanking to set us up for a productive weekend. Bruises like these will keep me off my ass and on the move. I'm a lucky wifey.
