The great escape
What… did you think I was going to stay off-topic and keep ranting about world issues? Nah. I can only stand so much of that. I have way too damn much on my mind these days. Besides work, and the fact that I can’t stand this time of year, and all the bad news out there, now John, with his bent for being a squeaky wheel at work (which, unfortunately, is part of his job) is embroiled in a series of clashes with some of his higher-ups. He doesn’t seem to be concerned about it, as he has Union representation. Me? I’m freaking out. And every night when we talk and he tells me the latest details, I sprout a new crop of gray hairs.
So yeah. I needed some escape. And guess what? So did Steve. He still hasn’t found work yet and has no idea where he’s going to end up. That kind of uncertainty would send me to the loony bin, but he seems to be taking it in stride. Nevertheless, I think he needs his mini-oasis times as much as I do.
It had been a couple of weeks, and I was more than ready, tense and taut and needing to tell the world to eff off for a couple of hours. What is it about an intense spanking session that makes everything go away? I closed my eyes and soon forgot it all. My only awareness was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and Steve’s voice. My initial squirming and resistance melted into acquiescence, welcoming the sting and sinking into it. No tears for me this time; I didn’t feel sad. It wasn’t that kind of release. The feeling was more like the tension was suddenly rushing out my pores, out my lungs as I exhaled, leaving behind nothing but sweet, clean euphoria.
There was pain; of course, there’s always pain. At one point I had my face mashed into a cushion, hollering into it, muffling my cries. But did I want it to stop? No. Whenever a flurry ended, I raised my hips up for more.
“I want to use the crop today,” Steve whispered. Yes. It’s our favorite.
So, here’s a before picture:
Note the socks. My feet were freezing, so he insisted I keep them on. Wouldn’t want me to be uncomfortable, would he?
Well, not my feet, anyway.
Cliché as this is, damn, I needed that. 🙂
Nothing changed in those couple of hours. But they were a pleasant respite all the same. And the bubble of euphoria took me into the evening and then to a wonderful night’s sleep.
Now, work is done for the day, and it’s time to hit the gym. Always a fun time working out after a hard spanking…
(No. I’m not really complaining.)