Much better, thank you
Steve was recovered enough to visit yesterday. I was feeling that need — you know the one I mean. Craving attention, affection, good pain, a shakeup of my emotions. Feeling kind of blech lately… a combination of holiday blech, worries over John, the ongoing recovery, and it doesn’t help that work is slow either. Too much time to think, which is not good for the Negative Nellies among us (raising hand).
So my body was practically thrumming to assume the position so near and dear yesterday. Finally, I can do it, if I rest my head on a big cushy pillow. It’s a little uncomfortable on my face, but in a couple of minutes, I wasn’t thinking about my face anyway.
That spanking was like nourishment yesterday — my body and soul drank it in, absorbing, greedily wanting more, limbs twitching and spasming. It didn’t take long before the tears came. The good kind, the kind that wash away all the tension and the nattering and the emotional clutter.
But of course, we weren’t done. There was still Round Two. We moved to the ottoman, but first, he wanted to take some pictures. I was impatient to get on with it, as you can see by my face here:
He used the heart-shaped paddle for a while, which was challenging, as I’m still not up to par with my tolerance. At one point, I forgot that we were on the floor, not on the bed, and I pounded my fist, hard. @#$%&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Damn near broke my hand! Didn’t get any sympathy from him, of course.
Steve takes some very bizarre pictures sometimes. I’m not sure what his motivation is. For example, what’s this one about? Perhaps he was trying to show me I needn’t have worried during those first three weeks when my hair was falling out like crazy. I certainly seem to have plenty left.
And then there was the moment when I accidentally rolled off the ottoman into a heap on the floor, and lay there laughing. He took several shots of that, which I deleted because I thought they looked goofy. However, this one is interesting in that you can’t tell whether or not I’m wearing underwear. Can you?
Anyway, a good time was had by all. And afterward (Steve no doubt due to his lingering illness aftereffects, and me due to emotional release), we both fell sound asleep.
I ♥ this hand. I ♥ my top.