So, so glad to see him…
I really missed New Guy last week. I know, it was just one skipped week. But it felt like longer than that, for some reason.
It took a while for us to get started; I was busy yakking at him, bubbling away about my book, the photo shoot I had last Friday, the upcoming Spanking Court shoot, blah blah blah. You know, I could have sworn he put an anonymous comment on my blog last week; whoever it was sounded exactly like him. He insisted he did not. Then I said, “I don’t believe you!”
I’m not really sure what possessed me to say that.
“Are you calling me a liar?”
No, I protested, I didn’t say that. “Yes, but it’s implied,” he said. Aaaaaand… we were off and running. Actually, no running was involved, but you know what I mean.
He was of the opinion that I should apologize. I had a difference of opinion. Amazing how convincing he can be, though… I came around to see it his way. I finally gasped out that I was sorry. “Thank you!” he beamed, then added, “that doesn’t mean your spanking is over, though.”
After Round One, I showed him some of the photos and then we got to talking about dungeon/BDSM parties and some of our experiences there. I told him a couple of my more risqué tales (including that infamous one in which John and I ventured into a swing club for the evening), and he shook his head. “You know, you’re a very naughty girl.”
Tell me something I don’t know, Mr. Obvious. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, and you should get a spanking for it.”
Right. He had just finished telling me his own risqué stories. Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Still, hypocrisy or no, I wound up OTK again.
“Are you learning the error of your ways?” he smirked at me after a few minutes.
“No,” I retorted, “but at least this time you have a real reason, instead of making shit up like you usually do.”
“There you go, calling me a liar again.” Uh oh. He did a rather deft maneuver: lifted me off his lap, flipped me over into his arms and stood up, flipped me face down again in midair and plunked me back down over the ottoman.
Such a Neanderthal. I loved it, of course. With one hand fisted in my hair, holding me fast, his other arm went fiercely to work.
And once again… mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmpppppphhhhh.
We were so busy this time, we didn’t take pictures. Ah well.
It’s been a good few days. I think this latest photo shoot is going to yield a cover picture. John and I had a lovely weekend; he was so sweet to me, taking me out for a special dinner Saturday night. I now have two people reading my book: my anonymous new friend, and Danny, who volunteered to do so last night (thank you, sweetie!). So I have the best of both — one completely objective person who doesn’t know me, and one dear friend who knows me well, and both of them excellent writers. And this weekend, yet another video shoot.
Post-shoot drop? Nahhhh. New Guy will be over next Monday to give me a little hair of the dog. 😀
Here is a picture from last Friday. This particular one is not a good fit for the cover, but I like it a lot. It represents how I feel right now… blissfully relaxed, boneless, warm and tingly in my skin. Thank you, NG. ♥