My top is diabolical
Yeah, I know. This is not news. Just the latest installment in the Book of Steve.
Yesterday, after Steve had been here for a while, we’d caught up and then I’d assumed the position, he asked what I had going on later in the day. I giggled a bit, then admitted, “I’m working… and then I have a chiropractor appointment.”
I wasn’t facing him, but I could hear the wheels spinning.
“Are you going to be wearing this?” he asked. I was in a short white skirt.
“No! I’m going to change into a pair of shorts.” (It’s summer in So. CA. I’m wearing as little as possible for the next few months.)
“How much do they cover? Do they go to here–” he touched my upper thigh “–or here?” tapping my mid-thigh.
Oh, good grief. I could see where this was going. He wanted to know what was going to be covered — and what wasn’t. Impatiently, I scrambled up, went to get the shorts, pulled them on under the skirt, and flopped back down, so he could get a visual. “Got it,” he said, and tugged them back off.
I tried to relax into the spanking, sink into the pleasure-pain and ride it, but in the back of my mind, there was a tiny tense part, knowing the thigh strike was coming, sooner or later. Prepared as I was, when the two strikes on each mid-thigh came, I still buried my face in the pillow and screamed.
Later, he ran his fingers over my right thigh. “You’ll have some ‘splaining to do,” he teased. I was too busy trying to catch my breath to answer.
“So,” he said. “If he asks what happened, what are you going to say?”
“Ummm…” I gasped. “I dunno — that I ran into someone’s hand?” He burst out laughing. “Perfect answer.”
After he left, I worked for a while and then got ready to leave. I checked out my thighs in the mirror — nothing on the left, but on the right one, square in the middle, was a bright red streak. Not a hand print, though, so not obvious as to what it was. But still.
It all turned out to be much ado about nothing. My chiro didn’t ask. I’m sure he noticed it, because he notices everything. The first time we met, he asked about the scar on my forearm. But he didn’t say a word about my leg, just asked how my 4th was and said my neck and shoulder muscles felt like a linebacker’s with all the tension in them. (sigh) The good news is that my lower back/hip/hamstring has been improving, and I’ll be seeing him in three weeks instead of two.
Steve said next time he’ll leave a more definitive mark. No way, pal! There won’t be a next time. I’m never scheduling a chiro appointment on a Steve day again! 😛
Last night, I was wrangling about with my new phone trying to get a selfie of my thigh. I am not coordinated or selfie-proficient enough to get the mirror images people capture so well, so I put my leg up on a chair, bent down over it and stuck the phone under me. Yes, it looks stupid (check out that crazy hair!). But you can see the mark! Do you think it looks suspicious, or just like I bumped into something clumsily?
Anyway. What’s my point? Steve is evil. End of story.
Back to work. Happy Hump Day.