I blame it on Cindy's impatience, but I am the one that gets spanked.
I try to set an agenda, then show Cindy various possibilities on the big screen desktop computer, and the problem develops. We think differently, and I may be looking for one thing, while she is wanting me to click somewhere else.
click on ...., but it is a big screen, with lots of data, and who knows where she is looking. The longer we play with possibilities, the more annoyed we sometimes get.
End result: we accomplished a lot, but with enough annoyance that I suggested she spank me. Right! I went and retrieved the teachers' type cane (crooked handle), bared my bottom, and bent over the back of the sofa.
I moved up much higher onto my toes, to move the cane from caning the same area too long. I am uncertain if Cindy noticed, outside of now she had a white area to cane harder. When finished, I thanked her for the caning. My bottom was sore the remainder of the afternoon and evening, and it makes me clench my cheeks when typing this.
This happened two days ago, and today we once again worked on the trip. I was much more prepared, with alternatives, and decisions already made, so that all went well. No spanking.
Yesterday, we made exhilarating love.