the rest of the evening together, and at some point, I’ll give you a spanking.”
Her eyebrows flew up. “Just like that, huh?” she asked dryly. “What if I don’t think I deserve a spanking?”
Logan had to laugh. “Most of the time, you haven’t ‘deserved’ a spanking when I’ve given you one,” he pointed out. “It wouldn’t be a punishment spanking—unless you did something to earn one. They’re called maintenance spankings. If you really didn’t want one, you could tell me, and we wouldn’t do it that week, but I think it would benefit both of us to have it be part of our routine.”
Felicity
Maintenance spankings.
She’d heard of them, but she never really thought about them. The idea of going over Logan’s lap once a week… it did appeal. One of the things she loved about BDSM was being able to let go and give over control to him. Having one night a week, she got to do that completely—get out of her own head and let him take the reins—was appealing. Especially since it wouldn’t be punishment.
It also wouldn’t require any extra equipment or anything the kids could get into—no restraints necessary. If the kids needed them, all she’d have to do is jump up off his lap and yank up her pants.
In some ways, scheduling a spanking felt as though it lacked intimacy, but their relationship had been lacking in intimacy for a long time when they weren’t scheduling anything. It was so easy for life to get in the way, to let one day go by, then another, and all of a sudden, it had been weeks since they’d really spent time together.
Sure, a regular date night could also help solve that, even without the spankings, but it wouldn’t give Felicity the kind of peace she always felt when she was being spanked. It wouldn’t give her a way to release all her pent-up tensions and emotions the way being spanked did.
Yes, she was a little worried she wouldn’t always be in the mood, or that she might even come to resent him if she was being spanked every week, but… he would respect her ‘no,’ and they could always talk about it again if she started to resent him. It didn’t hurt to try, right?
“We can try it,” she said slowly. She paused, not sure how to express some of her reservations, but Logan just nodded.
“Let’s try it for a month, then we’ll talk about it and see if we both feel like continuing,” he suggested. “Although if either of us really hates it, we should feel free to speak up before then.”
Felicity rolled her eyes. “Oh, yes, if you really hate having the chance to spank me once a week, I’m sure you’ll let me know.”
“It’s a hard job,” Logan said almost sorrowfully. She pressed her lips together, trying to keep from smiling. “I mean, I might wear my hand out or something.”
“I guess you’ll just have to buy a paddle or something.” Whoops. She realized her mistake when he grinned at her, his pretend sorrow immediately gone.
“Now there’s an idea.”
“Wait, I didn’t mean… crap.”
Her husband laughed and pointed at her half-finished omelet.
“It’s okay, sweetheart, you didn’t give me the idea, I was going to buy one, anyway. Now, finish your breakfast, so we can go enjoy our day.”
Glowering at him, Felicity stabbed her last piece of sausage with her fork. Big jerk. He pretended not to notice.
It was a beautiful day to walk around. The sun was shining, the air was warm with a nice cool breeze, and the city was bustling. They walked hand-in-hand, going into a few shops that caught Felicity’s eye and also a small art gallery to look at the paintings. Felicity couldn’t remember the last time they’d been able to look at art together. Granted, it wasn’t something either of them had a vested interest in, but it was something they’d occasionally done together, they’d had to stop doing after the kids. Children’s museums were great for Oliver and Althea, some regular museums they did okay in, but art galleries? Big nope.
They called the kids at lunch to check-in, and Felicity didn’t know if she was relieved or a little put out, they didn’t seem to be missing her at all. Finally, she decided on relieved. If they’d been upset, she would have spent the rest of the day feeling guilty, and that would have really put a damper on the afternoon, which was what she was most excited about.
“Penguins,