The spanking equation

Now I never was good at math; it jut didn't come naturally to me. In fact I spent many mornings in high school arriving early in hopes my algebra, geometry, trigonometry (or whatever other math I decided to torture myself with)teacher would be able to magically make the whole math world make sense to me. Sadly it never worked but just in case your wondering I usually managed an 'A'- I think the teacher took pity on my lack of comprehension and figured if nothing else figured I earned the 'A' for all the effort.

Now recently a very good Dom/Top (or whatever title you prefer) came to visit. As I haven't asked his permission to use his username on here let's just refer to him as C. C and I have been friends for about 4 years now and bless the man he should be nominated for sainthood for having the patience to put up with me chat after chat for that long! He comes to visit ad often as possible and we chat almost everyday. Anyways he came to visit this last week and of course being the good sub I am ;) I laid out the groundrules to him and hubby ahead of time.
1. No encouraging the other to spank me
2. No ganging up on me
3. No (and I clearly stressed the 'no')sharing evil ideas

Now would you believe they broke all three rules rather quickly?! I guess I should be shocked they always do! ;) but next time either gets on to me about not listening and following te rules- I think I will remind them how they can't even set the example :-D

So as I am sure most of you have figured out by now I was spanked and spanked quite thoroughly. I had it coming from C - I had been a brat since his last visit and then tested him a bit while he was spanking. By the time he left I was quite sore. Now I rarely stay sore long but this time I did and it didn't help that when hubby got home from work I had a punishment spanking coming which added to the tenderness and rainbow colours I was sporting. So I spent the night sleeping on my tummy which is something I haven't had to do in over 3 years.

My bruises are now fading an sitting isn't such a horrid thought anymore. I count myself extremely lucky to have two great guys willing to keep their eyes on me. I am looking forward to C's next visit as it's always a blessing to catch up with him though I think from now on I will make sure he comes on days hubby is working the whole time because I figured out some of that math that has eluded me for years...

Bratting + a few broken rules + hubby + C + a plethora of implements + plenty of time = a sore, bruised bottom