Lost My Mojo

I can’t believe it, here I was minding my own business and things were going pretty smoothly since we have gotten back on the righteous path of DD living and we were cruising along, well at least I was cruising along. Two days a week I was spanking Bobbie and if I got lucky and we were downstairs, it was even more, it was like a bonus round in some arcade shooting game and to tell you the truth, I was a very happy camper because what could be better than smacking that booty hearing her yelp with both hands waving behind her trying to protect her backside as she tries to get away and as you all know I am a certified card carrying member of the spanko club.

All you spanko’s know what I am talking about. Either you are giving or receiving a spanking when it is happening, Mama and Papa is just downright giddy never been happier. Well, heck I was so happy, I would even go downstairs help her get the clothes out of the dryer and even help fold them. Although there were a lot of accidental (never on purpose) dropping of the clothes on my part and me smacking that butt when she went to bend down and pick them up. Just hearing those word from Bobbie saying "ouch, stop that, Bob I mean it..." Eventually after 4 weeks of that she finely caught on to what I was doing . You see Bobbie is short no more than 5’8” in 6” heels and when she stretches over to get the clothes out of the washer, she has that perfect 90 degree bend, half over the edge and the other half inside the washer trying to get the cloths out of the washer (do I have to tell you what happened?) You guessed it she was spanked, beginning to see a pattern here? Whenever and wherever the opportunity presented itself, Bobbie got a smack or two maybe if I was fast enough three or four times before she could get away.

Then something strange happened. A week ago we had some “US” time scheduled, FIL was gone because we gave him a quarter to go buy some bubble gum. (Remember your parents doing that to you when you were a kid) While he was off walking with his little 4-wheel walker decked out with the streamers on the handle bars, flames on the side of the pipes and a horn to beep annoyingly at the people he passes to the corner store, we finally were going to have some time to ourselves.

After we waved goodbye to Walter (he looks like Jeff Dunham’s puppet) and telling him not to talk to or take candy from strangers, Bobbie headed back to the bedroom, while I was taking the dogs off our bed so we could use it. After dragging the dead weight out of the bedroom, I was ready to pay special attention to Bobbie’s greatest ASSet, she was lying on the bed with her cloths on, and not being in any hurry I went and laid down next to her.

We were talking about “US”, cracking jokes, cuddling each other, we did this for an hour and for that hour that we were alone, I never once had the urge to spank her, I mean what was up with that? I never had that happen to me ever. I was dumbfounded I quickly did a check of my vital signs to see if there was something wrong, took my temperature, even checked my hands to make sure they were there, looked in the mirror and stuck my tongue out to see if it was green or something.

Everything was fine, I was expecting the spanko police to come through the door any moment to demand me to turn in my spanko membership card so I ran to the closet and hanging on the wall was the In Case of Emergency HOH Hand Guidebook. I took the little wooden paddle that is chained to the box and broke the glass on the door. I took the book and with shaking hands, sat down on the bed, opened the book and under section 1.1.1. I read the fine print, it said, “Sometimes it is just OK to stop and reflect on what you have and cuddle the person lying next to you and thank her for the greatest gift she could give you, her submission

Therefore, I guess I didn’t lose my mojo after all I am still a spanko and not only am I a spanko but an appreciative spanko at that.

Bob