Improvisation

Steve came over yesterday! I was planning to go visit him, but it turned out he’s out and about already and he was seeing a client in my area, so he came by. He even left his crutches in the car and hobbled to my apartment. His knee is stiff and sore, and he has to do PT to keep the flexibility and strength, but he’s driving and so forth. Still has to be careful, though. So I wasn’t sure if we’d be able to play. Which was OK, because I just wanted to see him.

The first thing I did when he walked in was pinch his arm, since he wasn’t wearing green. 😀

While we were chatting, I put him on the couch with a pillow on the coffee table so he could put his leg up; he needs to keep it straight while at rest. So traditional OTK was out. However, inspired by the position in which Joe and I played at 50 Freaks, I suggested that Steve sit up on the bed, his legs extended, with pillows behind his back, and I could lie across his thighs. So we tried setting him up like that. He pronounced it quite comfortable.

He was still grumpy, however.

Ruh roh! Folded arms!

I very carefully draped myself over his thighs, avoiding his left knee. We weren’t able to set up the camera or do anything fancy, but that’s perfectly fine. All I wanted was some connection and some stress release; I was so freaking wound up after last weekend. The cell phone camera would do.

Payback from the arm pinch came in the version of thigh slaps, apparently:

He did prepare me for them, however. He announced that he was going to, and then took his sweet time, making me sweat it out, wondering when they’d hit. Beast.

Note to self: Never mention pantyhose on my blog again. He read about I wore them to the memorial, and he just had to see them. I suppose I should consider myself fortunate that he didn’t make me put the damn things on.

Not that I’m a big ham or anything…

Back to the spanking — it was a classic pressure-cooker release. I felt the bottled-up tension escaping from my pores as I welcomed the sting and impact, vaguely aware of his voice behind my head, saying, “This is mine.”

No play date next Tuesday, because… well, you know. So this will have to tide me over for a bit. But I feel refreshed. And he was happy. Perhaps he needs to incorporate spanking into his physical therapy program. 🙂

And now, I am off to an early workout, so I can go have dinner tonight with my girls! Happy Hump Day, y’all.

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