This isn’t a story about being tied up and gagged, sorry. Nothing quite so interesting. I’ve had the cold from Hell for a while now. I’d say I’ve been sick off and on since November. It kind of comes and goes in various stages but this past few weeks it got bad again. Cold medicine is doing nothing, aside from making me rant about the costs of cold medicine. Seriously, have you purchased some lately? Sheesh. Anyway, on Friday I hit the point of nearly losing my voice. I could still talk a little but it was really hoarse. A secretary with no voice is kind of a problem. People couldn’t understand me so I had to keep transferring calls to the other person in the office to repeat what I’d said to everyone. Really annoying and not too efficient. On Saturday, I couldn’t even talk as much as the day before. My voice is completely gone at this point. It’s a good thing nobody has attempted to call me, I’m more of a texter anyway. I’ve made it through the day by whispering. That was a lot of fun at Midas, whispering to the guy trying to explain what was wrong with my car.
I’m sure tops everywhere are rejoicing. A silent Lea? No way!! Yes, it’s true. But all of you aren’t here to witness it for yourselves so you’ll just have to take my word for it. What does all this have to do with spanking? I’m getting to that. On Friday night, J came into the bedroom while I was on my computer. He asked me something and I attempted to answer and he said “you sound horrible.” Yes I know, thanks. He went back to what he was doing but came back a while later. “It’s time for your spanking,” he said. “Whatever for?” I asked. It wasn’t the time for when we do maintenance yet and there certainly weren’t any other pending offenses that we were addressing that I was aware of. “Because you’re sick and you shouldn’t be getting sick,” he said. Seriously? Seriously??? Top logic at it’s finest. The way they just pull reasons out of their a… Anyway, that was apparently the reason.
For once, spanking was just about the last thing on my mind with how crappy I’ve been feeling lately. But after rolling my eyes a few times and muttering to myself, (what else could I do, I could hardly talk) I complied. I was ready to go to bed before I was so rudely interrupted so I was in a t-shirt and pajama pants. Someone’s ears probably perked up there. What is the fixation with pajama spanking amongst spankos anyway? But I digress… He bent me over the bed and went to retrieve the leather paddle. I wasn’t sure if this was a good or bad thing yet. That can be my favorite implement when it’s used nicely, but that is if it’s being used nicely.
He started to spank me with his hand over my pajama pants while he told me that I shouldn’t be getting sick. He switched back and forth between his hand and the leather paddle. At that point, I judged that it was being used semi-nicely. It wasn’t too long into it before he yanked down my pajama pants and panties and had me lie facedown on the bed. He continued to spank me with his hand and then would switch to the paddle. What I quickly found really frustrating was not being able to talk! Over the years I’ve developed into a more vocal spankee. I don’t totally scream or anything (usually, lol) but being prevented from voicing my oww’s and aah’s was really annoying! We just had to work with purely body language since my whispered oww’s couldn’t really be heard over the swats anyway.
Can you imagine how ridiculous this was? It would be like watching a silent spanking movie. I don’t think it would be a top seller. As the intensity of the spanking increased, I kicked my legs and tried to move from side to side but J placed his free arm across my back to try to keep me in position. The paddle wasn’t being used as nicely at this point and my bottom was really stinging. The plus side of having no voice is that it reduced the usual amount of responses required on my part. But I’d still rather have a voice. When I was sufficiently pink, he finally eased up and the spanking concluded. He rubbed my bottom for a minute and told me to feel better. Yeah, I’ll get right on that. Lol. The spanking had actually gotten rid of my headache so that was nice. He held me for a while as I coughed into my pillow. Real romantic moment. Haha.
As a side note, if anyone has a cure for hoarseness please let me know! I googled it and the info I found said not to use decongestants because it’s hard on the vocal chords and also not to whisper, which is apparently harder on you than just talking. So pretty much everything I’ve been doing. Great. Rest and fluids, I can do that. I think I’ll go back to bed now, actually. I hope we have all learned something about the pros and cons of being spanked while sick.