Odd Weekend

This weekend was an odd weekend. Holidays are usually somewhat hard for us. They used to be a time of family and friends and visiting and fun. Generations together, laughing and loving. Much of our family is gone now.

I wear a tattoo on my chest, part of it is a constellation of seven stars. They represent the immediate loved ones we have buried together over the years. All but two of them are from Musicman's family, there presence in our lives is missed deeply.

So many of our close friends, people we consider family, have moved away. We did see a few friends on Saturday night. It was fun, but kind of awkward. One couple are newlyweds. When asked how the honeymoon was the woman said she was tired of her husband after three days and wanted to go home. The man complained that he went 4,000 miles away to a nude a beach and the only tits he saw were his wife's. He was clearly disappointed. This couple is in there mid thirtys and it is a second marriage for both, but I still thought it was sad.

One of the other couples is a single woman in her 40's and her latest man. She goes through them like water. The third couple was Doc and Mrs. Doc. I was getting an odd vibe from the ladies all night. I'm not sure why. I do know that the single woman kept telling me how good I looked, to the point of creepy she said it so many times. When I was thinking about it the next day I realized that if I looked so good it is because I'm happy. Genuinely happy, I don't think many people really are genuinely happy with there lives. That's kind of sad too.

Yesterday I woke up in one of those stupid hormonal weepy moods. I HATE days like that. There was no reason for it either. We had some lovely play time the night before. It involved liberal use of the flogger. I do love the flogger.  He uses it so well!

We spent most of yesterday working on the pool. We got alot done and it should be swimmable soon. It is hard physical work and that helped me some. Looking forward to skinny dipping with Musicman is always fun. I wasn't too grouchy or too weepy, but I wasn't too happy either.  When I was done working I showered and put on one of my favorite skirts. Sometimes that helps me feel better too, not so much yesterday.

I curled up, all nested into our comforter on our big bed and rested while Musicman showered. When he was done showering he sat down on the edge of the bed and was rubbing my back. He knew I had been having a bad day and had done what he could to help me all day. He just rubbed my back while I quietly cried for no apparent reason. Then he said the magic words.

"I think someone needs some stress relief, someone needs a spanking."

I just kept quietly crying, stupid hormones.

"Am I right?" he asked me

I just nodded my head. At that point that was about all I could get out, stupid hormones.

He rolled me over onto my tummy, and raised my skirt. I was arranged over the rolled comforter and was clutching onto it for dear life. He used the hairbrush and total stress relief was achieved. He laughed at me when he was done and said he hoped I wouldn't need to sit at my job today. No I won't need to sit at my job, but I'm happy I am still feeling it today.  In fact I was feeling so good this morning I sent him off to work with a blowjob.

I start my new job today. I have an evening shift and will be leaving a few hours before Musicman gets home from work. It will be the first time in a while since he has come home and I haven't been here with his meal ready. I'm much more stressed about that then he is. I don't think he is bothered at all actually.  I will be home just a few hours after him. Poor guy, he will be almost ready for bed then and I will probably be all wound up.  Ah, well, such is life.

Wish me luck on my new adventure. I haven't worked outside the home in 2 years.