This past weekend Ken and I went "camping" hehe, I put that in brackets because what his family considers camping is nothing like what my family does for camping. They all have trailers and tv's and power and bathrooms and on and on hehe. Anyways besides the point! ;)
It was Canada Day weekend, which is always fun...I guess hehe. So there was fireworks on Saturday Night down at the beach, it was raining however and we had to wait for the rain to stop before the fireworks started. This took quite a while. I was feeling a little grumpy. I asked Ken to go to the campsite and get an umbrella...and then my sweater. Then I complained whenever I got wet, and I wouldn't sit on the ground so Ken did and I sat on him...basically I was being a little bit of a spoiled brat. I could see Ken feeling annoyed with me and giving me warning looks, but I thought he would just get over it and it is not like he was going to say or do anything while we were camping with his family right?! I was wrong. We left the beach before the fireworks started and went back to the campsite, and he spanked me in the trailer! While everyone else was at the beach!
This was the first spanking that I have had where I actually cried, like tears and all. It was pretty painful, and it was done when Ken was still upset with me, usually there is a cool off period before I get spanked mostly because we never seem to be somewhere that would allow a spanking. Although I recalled after the fact that I really had subconsciously been thinking I was at no risk so it didn't matter how I was acting (which makes me feel absolutely awful, I know Ken doesn't do that to me!) I hadn't really been itentially annoying, or bratty, I really was just doing it! So his hastey punishment came as a bit of a shock!