At any given time if you were to look inside my window you would find me sitting quietly in deep thought. There I am all alone waiting ..............and waiting for my husband to give me my spanking. It's sort of like when you were young and your mother said "just wait until your father gets home!" Now I'm a big girl and I'm still waiting for that masculine authoritative figure in my life to come and blister my bottom. During my wait I think about what I did wrong, what implement is he going to use etc. On this particular day I was told to wait in the living room until he came home from work. I sat there for over an hour just looking out the window until his car pulled into the driveway. Once he enters the house I am lectured like a child. Sometimes I'll point to people or objects outside my window to try and distract him but it never works. At first this was a brief spanking and he only bared my bottom momentarily but after it was over I grinned and mumbled under my breath. That was when he spanked me again but this time he was more thorough. I also received some corner time which is not as bad as the waiting game.