Who named it the “sweet spot,” anyway? There’s nothing @#$%ing sweet about it. Not feeling very sweet at this moment, lemme tell you.
I don’t know what he was so tweaked about. OK, so I didn’t get all dressed up for him this time. It was cold and I wanted to dress a little more warmly. But I thought what I had on was rather cute and cheery. It was a sweatshirt, but such a pretty color! And don’t you think the design on the front is darling?
|Check out that post-spanking hair; what a mess! LOL|
See, he’s saying “Don’t Wanna” — isn’t that precious? I thought it was most inappropriate that I had to remove it. (sulk) I swear, there’s no pleasing that man. And to have to assume this undignified pose, to boot. Most unflattering too. Look at it now, ’cause you’ll never see it again!
Why does it feel like he ramps it up every single week? I don’t know how he does it. When he commented on my sassiness for perhaps the umpteenth time, I said in what I thought was a beseeching tone: “But that’s what you like about me!” He laughed. Briefly. Then replied, “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to give you a good spanking for it. Because that’s what you like about me. Isn’t it!”
I wanted it to burn and sting. I wanted that sweet release. And finally, I got it.
He hung out for about an hour and a half afterward, and of course, couldn’t leave without Round Two on the couch. After that, I was so blissed out, I just wanted to stay across his lap, snuggle into him and go to sleep. But alas, I had to let him up; his dog was waiting for him at home, after all.
Mmmmmm… of course, since it’s the freaking holidays, I’m going to need this therapy on a regular basis. Yeah, yeah, shut up, Erica… you need it on a regular basis year-round, you insatiable wench. 🙂
Fortunately, it seems he’s rather insatiable himself…