He had the wooden spoon, which is quite possibly one of the wickedest ‘normal’ spanking items to be found in your local kitchen utensil aisle. It packs a wallop of a sting.
He made me cry with that damn wooden spoon. The first cry since He’d been home, much needed and felt so so good. He’s immune to my tears, they have no effect on Him whatsoever (except that He strives to get them). But this time, He very lovingly got a tissue and wiped my eyes because my makeup was running and burning my eyes. Isn’t that sweet? *sarcastic smile*
Now really, that was very sweet of Him to wipe away the tears that He caused me to have. I appreciated it a lot.