So you know how they — ‘they’ being mostly our grandmothers, I think — say that the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?
Well, with the man I married… YES, I have fed him well over the years. *laugh*
But the fastest way to his heart is NOT through his stomach. It’s not through his cock, either. (Though there is definitely a connection there.)
It’s through his BUTT.
And I don’t mean in an Ooh, gimme an enema! kind of way.
I mean in an Ooh, gimme a spankin’! kind of way.
SO
Since the fastest way to a woman’s MY heart is Ooh, do my uggy chores for me! and the fastest way to a man’s HIS heart is Ooh, gimme a spankin’!, I figured: Why not combine the two?
Which is how I ended up seated on the toilet — going pee, initially — while he was knelt in front of me cleaning the bathtub and giving him a spankin’ while he worked.
I mean, the master bath in my house is only about the size of an airplane bathroom and a half, so it’s kind of a miracle we could both fit in there at the same time to begin with. And what with him being bent that way — practically in my lap, really — and both of us still in our pajamas, I said to myself, “Maybe I should multi-task while he’s performing his chore-whore-y tasks!”
And so I did.
: grin :
I spanked him, while seated on the toilet, as I peed.
(On his bare bum, of course. Because jammies are super easy to yank down over unsuspecting buns.)
And when I was done peeing, I spanked him some more.
From the potty.
While he continued to clean the bathtub.
(With occasional cleaning pauses for “Ouch!” lamentations and need-a-breath sessions after particularly stingy wallops.)
And y’know…
Mostly I’m a pretty focused kind of person. I’ve read the data on multi-tasking and I know that for the most part, it’s shit. Everything gets started and nothing gets done.
But THIS kind of multi-tasking…
Let’s just say that what I wanted done got done.
WHILE I was getting my morning bizness done.
*laugh*
So y’know…
Next time I want my bathroom cleaned, I think I’m just going to incentivize my hubby by asking if he wants to have another spanking potty. 😛
Now there’s a great solution. I have long recommended eroticizing the dreary chores in life with things like this. We do several little twists for things that otherwise are mundane. Spanking through a chore though is not something we do for many reasons, but having to go about doing stuff: naked, dressed in something kinky, plugged, or some combination of the three, is not uncommon here. Privacy is usually what determines which options are employed. Now afterwards? Well then a spanking might well be used as either a reward for a good job, or a punishment for a crappy one.
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There’s an old Fleetwood Mac song called You Make Loving Fun — it’s kind of my motto. 😉
You Make Loving Fun
Fleetwood Mac
Sweet wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so
This feeling follows me wherever I go
I never did believe in miracles
But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I’m beginning to wonder why
I never did believe in miracles
But I’ve a feeling it’s time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I’m beginning to wonder why
Don’t, don’t break the spell
It would be different and you know it will
You, you make loving fun
And I don’t have to tell you but you’re the only one
You, you make loving fun
It’s all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It’s all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It’s all I want to do
You, you make loving fun
It’s all I want to do
I can almost imagine the grin on your face while you wrote this 😉
~ Marie xox
Hehee…