No post-shoot drop for me…
New Guy saw to that. 🙂
Saturday was so full of excitement and sensory overload, and yesterday, I was pretty much wiped out all day. Today my energy had returned, but I was feeling the inevitable letdown after all that stimulation. Didn’t last, though. It was Monday, after all. New Guy night.
We talked for a while about my shoot; what, no OTK? No hand spanking? We can’t have that! Whatta guy. Started me out with the longest hand spanking I think he’s ever given me. After that, I was a primed canvas for every damn toy in his bag, and I welcomed them all, even that horrid wooden paddle.
Not sure why I was so insatiable tonight, but luckily, so was he.
This was fairly early in the scene. I got a lot redder. But try as he might, he couldn’t get the left side to match the right one. I am convinced now — if I don’t get a warmup, I mark. If I do, then it’s almost impossible to mark me. But hey, he’s welcome to try all he wants. 🙂
When he took a brief break in the proceedings to use the restroom, I yanked my panties back up. “Who told you that you could pull those back up?” he asked, coming back in. “I wasn’t aware I needed permission; I didn’t get the memo,” I answered.
“Well, I think somebody should pull them back down,” he said. I looked up at him over my shoulder. “What, is your arm broken?”
WHAMMMMMO! “Does it feel broken to you?”
“You gonna take ’em back down?” he asked. “I was just doing you a favor!” I protested. “I know how much you love pulling them down, so I just wanted you to enjoy the experience one more time!” Well, it was worth a try.
I wish I could remember more of our dialogue, because we were both in fine form tonight, but everything is blurred. Ah… I do recall one time when he swung his quirt at me and completely missed; I heard it hit the bedspread. “I’m over here,” I smirked, pointing to myself. WHACK! He found me. How about that.
When he broke out the wooden paddle, he commented, “I don’t think you got enough wood this past weekend.” Oh, brother. I resisted to urge to quip that I never get enough wood (that would certainly backfire on me) and just yelped, “I did too! And your wood is harder than his wood, if you’ll pardon the expression.” Well, it is, dammit! I have no idea what V was using, but it was more snappy and stinging, whereas NG’s paddle is a little thicker. All wood sucks, but there are degrees of suckiness. NG’s paddle is sucktastic.
But finally, after about two Mondays’ worth of spanking, it was time for lotion and cuddles. All was right with my world. Can you tell?
He is going on a trip late May/early June, visiting his family. I probably won’t see him for two weeks. So… when I get moody again, when life has its usual ups and downs, when I am missing him, please remind me… tonight, I was deliriously happy.
Sweet dreams, New Guy.