I need to be spanked!

I hate saying those words. But it's true. There hasn't been a spanking here in weeks. And for once, it's not because one of us didn't want to. It's been a timing issue.

There was a training class in a nearby city that J might have had to been a part of. It was looking like he wasn't going to have to go, but at the last minute he was told he was needed. It's not far, only about an hour and a half drive each way, so he is home every night. But with 3 hours of extra driving time and 9 hours of training, he mostly just eats and sleeps when he is home.

He's been going for 3 weeks and has another 3 to go.

We'll both be glad when it's over. J commented last night how quickly we fall out of the routine when it gets disturbed. I know that I so easily slipped back into total laziness. I haven't been getting anything done, which is how I know I need to be spanked.

Although, I'm sure 4 weeks from now, after my ass is nice and red, I will be complaining that I don't want to be spanked. ha. ha.