Many strikes. Hundreds of them. What for? Nothing I’d done. No, these were what ST thinks I’m going to do. He say I’m going to get addicted to my new Smart Phone and be on it all the time, like everyone else.
Jeeeezus. I haven’t even gotten the @#$%ing thing yet and I’m already in trouble for it.
I protested that I wouldn’t do any such thing. He didn’t believe me. He even had the nerve to suggest that I’ll be on my cell phone tweeting and texting and doing God knows what while he’s spanking me.
“That’s ridiculous! Why would I even turn on my cell in my apartment? I have a landline and a computer here!”
Makes sense, right? But of course, to a spanker, the only logic is Top Logic and anything else is null and void. Humph. I guess I’ll just have to prove it to him. He also warned me that if I ever text and drive, I’ll never sit again. Not to worry… I don’t intend to. With all the ranting and bitching I’ve done about other people doing it, I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite if I did it myself!
He congratulated me for being Chrossed, to which I moaned that I hadn’t been Chrossed for two weeks in a row. “You’re Chrossed lots of times!” he said. “You don’t have to be every single week!”
“But I want to be every week!” I whined.
“Oh, so it’s all about what you want, huh?”
Duh. Well, of course it is. What else would it be about? Silly of him to even ask such a thing.
“Well then, I guess I should spank you really hard, then, so you’ll have something to write about.”
I shrugged. “You don’t have to. Even if you’re light, I can spin it.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean, spin it?”
I said that I’d simply write a post about what a lame-ass he was tonight.
That did it. Me and my big mouth.
We changed things up a bit tonight, position-wise. He said we needed to make the pictures a little different. Hey, I’m all for that. But I didn’t know “different” was going to be so damned uncomfortable.
Ah, finally I got to lie down. Funny, though… I didn’t find a whole lot of comfort in that either.
But finally, we had our grand finale (20 with the big strap and 10 with the paddle). I was just a tad perplexed when he put me back over his knee, but this time it was just so he could massage on some lotion. 🙂
Silly me, I thought we were done.
Nah. Later, I got up to change the channel on the stereo. Apparently, my bending over got him all hot and bothered again.
I swear, it’s like a red flag in front of a bull! Back OTK I went for Round Two.
(And yes, those are cassette tapes. Not a word out of any of you. They’re old and I don’t play them anymore; most of them have been replaced by CDs or iTunes downloads. But I am a saver.)
He kept saying, “Just a few more.” But then he got into a debate with himself about exactly what is “a few,” anyway? More than two, less than 10? A few dozen? A few hundred? All the while he was musing over this nonsense, he was spanking away.
Oh yes, ST was in good form tonight. (groan)
It was a fun night; a lot of laughing. Sometimes, I just need to laugh. 🙂 He certainly had his share of chuckles as well. (Have I mentioned lately that ST has the most diabolical laugh?)
And tomorrow, I plan to buy the aforementioned Smart Phone. Stay tuned for my adventures with that. I’m sure my Luddite self will be tested to the max!