Pillow Talk

BabyMan and I have a long standing tradition of waking up early and basking in the glow of each other's love and morning breath.  We usually take an hour or so to talk, debate, cuddle, laugh, tease, and often just wordlessly make passionate love before he has to get up and hit the showers. This morning started like so many others.  I opened my eyes to find BabyMan watching me sleep.

"What are you looking at?" I said with mock venom.

"I'm looking at you."

"Well knock it off," I closed my eyes as I smile and reach for him.

BabyMan leaned over and kissed me on the lips and propped his head up on his hands as he rested on his elbow.  "I saw your comment on Charlie's post."

"Which one was that?" I droned sleepily.

"The one where Tom subjected himself to physical punishment in order to understand what Charlie goes through."

I smiled. "Oh yeah!" I opened my eyes and perked up.  "Cool post, huh?"

"It was pretty interesting."  his eyes reacted to the silly grin plastered on my face.  "Oh, I see.  I suppose you think I should do the same thing?"

"I think every HoH should do the same thing," I laughed.

BabyMan smirked. "I don't think I need to go that far to understand what you're feeling when I spank you."

"Are you kidding? You have no CLUE what it feels like."

"Of course I do.  I got the belt a few times as a kid."

"Apparently not enough," I mumbled quietly.

"Excuse me?"

"I said... that must have been tough."

BabyMan's eyes narrowed as he shot suspicious lasers at me.  I giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully with the back of my hand.

"So you think that in order to better understand and empathize with you, I should call Ms. Hertz the  Disciplinarian, and make an appointment."

"That's a great idea!"

"Not gonna happen."

"I bet it's not even that expensive. I could give you a gift certificate for Christmas."

He turned and flopped his head back on the pillow and stared at the ceiling.

"Okay, okay..." I said.  "If it's a money issue, I could always do it myself."

"You... want to spank me?"

"Like you stole something!" I grinned wickedly.

"You're out of control, you know that?"

"No, really! You could bend over the bed and I'll give you a few whacks with the belt.  No big deal."

BabyMan started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"You are.  You're not going to hit me with the belt."

"The bath brush then."

"No."

"The Shredder?"

"Don't be ridiculous."

"C'mon, Baby, work with me here.  I'm trying to bring us closer together."  I pounded lightly on his chest with my fist.  "Help me... help you. Help me, help you!" I said in my best Jerry Maguire impression.

"Sweetie, you could never spank me.  You wouldn't be able to handle it emotionally."

I was taken aback. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You could never administer a spanking like an HoH. Our job is a lot harder than you can imagine."

"Really? You wanna test that theory, Einstein?"

He turned his head and regarded me soberly. "You think all we do is swing an implement? There's so much more that goes into the administering of responsible discipline. Our mindset is constantly focused on the care and considerate execution of striking a fine balance between our love for you, our desire to drive home a point, and our devotion to a healthy measure of correction without causing injury."

There was an almost awkward considerable silence for a while as the two of us stared at each other, our heads on our pillows, our noses so close they almost touched.  He was so sure he had given me something to think about.

"Okay, I'll use the paddle on you.  But that's my final offer," I said.

"I'm not getting through," he placed a finger on my forehead and pushed my head back.

"I don't understand why you won't do this for me!  Tom did it for Charlie.  It's like the ultimate act of devotion."

"Well aren't you the romantic!  You know... other women ask their husband's to discipline them, not the other way around."

"Oh, and that makes them better than me?"

"I didn't say that."

"Do you know what you said the last time you spanked me?"

"Stop Squirming?"

"Besides that."

"No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me."

"Take it like a man, you said."

BabyMan sat up and looked at me for a moment, then threw his head back and laughed hard and long.  "Did I really?" he blurted out between guffaws.

"Yes, you did!" I shouted to be heard over his laughter.  "These are the words of a man who is not in touch with his partner," I said punctuating every word as I poked him in the chest with my finger.

"I'm in touch with you, Baby.  Doesn't your butt feel like I touched it afterward?"

"Very funny," I tried to hide my smile.  "You know what I think?  I think that there should be a special day every year where HoH's get their butts whooped to give them just a little taste of reality.  Kind of like a holiday within the spanko community."

"That's my baby... always thinking." He leaned over again and kissed me.  "I commented to Charlie's post as well," he said as he climbed out of bed.

"Oh really?  What'd you say?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Tom took the hit for all us Hoh's.  It'll never again be necessary for any of us to experience physical punishment."

"How very convenient," I sneered.

BabyMan leaned over the bed and planted another kiss on my lips.  "But I love the fact that you want to bring us closer together, Sugar.  I'll be glad to contribute to the cause."

"Yeah?  And how's that?"

"I'm of the opinion that we become much closer every time I spank you.  Don't you agree?"