So I got up this morning, anticipating my visit from Steve. Dressed, straightened up the place, put some makeup on… the phone rang. It was my apartment manager. Said they’re coming in to do some work in the kitchen, because there’s a leak somewhere and they have to replace the pipes.
Within minutes, I had two plumbers and the manager tromping through my kitchen, taking everything out from under the sink, drilling, hammering, and basically trashing the kitchen area. Asked the manager how long this might take, and he said probably a few hours.
Well, clearly, Steve and I wouldn’t be able to play. I don’t think that would be too discreet, smacking away, even if it’s in the bedroom with the door closed, with the plumber within earshot.
I got on the phone to call Steve, and discovered I had a voicemail. As coincidence would have it, he’d already called me earlier that morning, before I’d gotten up. He had a work situation come up and he couldn’t make it.
So there you have it. Clearly, we were not meant to see each other today. I guess if we had to have cancellation issues, it’s a good thing we both had them at the same time.
What do you do when you’re all geared up for a good spanking, and it gets yanked away at the last minute, for whatever reason? When you can practically feel it, it’s so close, and then poof! I’m sure this happens a lot to spankos with children, or people who have demanding jobs. Sometimes, life interferes. How do you shut off the spanko mode and redirect your thoughts elsewhere?
First thing I did was change my clothes. Took off the sexy spanko underwear and put on the day-to-day Fruit of the Loom cotton boyshorts and boring bra. Put away the capris and tank top and got into baggy shorts and t-shirt. Might as well be comfortable, ya know?
I know some people use the self-spanking option. Believe me, I’ve tried it. More than once. First, I can’t get a decent enough swing with anything to really feel it properly. Second, something about twisting my arm backward like that makes my shoulder hurt. And third, possibly most important… I feel like a complete ass. And frustrated. For me, it’s actually worse than going without altogether. Ever try to tickle yourself? It doesn’t work. Same thing, for me, with self-spanking. Without all the other dynamics — another voice, another hand, the head space — it’s just an exercise in time-wasting.
Of course, some may have perfected the technique via lots of practice. More power to you! But it’s not an option for me.
So, moving forward. Re-channel the energy. Throw myself into work, or into a workout. Shut off the part of my brain that is screaming for that special stimulation. Remember there will be a next time, soon.
Fortunately, I have work to do, so I can be productive. I do need to switch gears, though. I’m having trouble concentrating, as I’m still in spanko mode. Plus, this is going on in my kitchen right now, just a couple of feet away:
Isn’t that lovely! Noisy, too. I know what you’re thinking: Erica, just take your laptop/tablet and go work in your bedroom! Um… no. Because this dinosaur still works on a desktop. I actually love my work space. It’s roomy and comfortable and has everything I need nearby. However, there are occasions when I wish I could be mobile. Adding this to my Bring Erica into the 21st Century list, along with flat-screen TV (yes, I still have tube TVs). I had planned to get a laptop for the longest time, but never got around to it. Now, I’m considering bypassing that and going straight to a tablet. We’ll see.
So how do you quell the cravings when you have to postpone your play at the last minute? What’s your go-to plan for distraction?
Side note: judging from the absence of comments, it appears that people don’t enjoy my silly food rants anymore. OK. I’ll stop.