It's Sunday morning and I'm sitting here on a stingy butt courtesy of a well wielded paddle this morning. He started with the hairbrush, but soon decided it wasn't big enough for effective coverage. If I were a less secure woman I would take that as a veiled insult about the size of my butt. Since he always tells me how much he loves my butt and has even said he doesn't want me losing anymore weight because he doesn't want my butt getting smaller, I didn't take it as an insult.
The fact that he was spanking me pretty soundly with the paddle prevented me from thinking about anything other then the next blow. The anticipation between swats is highly arousing to me. Almost as arousing as the pain of any given blow. The pain that is so quickly followed by the mushrooming pleasure exploding out from deep within me. It was a wonderful way to wake up from a quite refreshing sleep.
I slept quite soundly last night thanks to some playtime with the flogger. Anyone who reads here probably knows already how much I love the flogger. I love it on my back. I love it on my butt. I love it on my legs. I love it on my lady parts. I love it on my breasts. He visited them all.
My entire back side from my neck to my ankles was positively tingling by the time he turned me over to move on to other things. He had concentrated quite a bit on the lady parts. Well flogged and burning hot lady parts are ripe for some soothing. I would be hard pressed to say which one of us enjoys his soothing techniques more. The man has some skills when it comes to oral play. If there is something comparable to the cockworshipping sub club he would be a card carrying member.
We've got a lazy day ahead of us as we got all our to do list completed yesterday morning. We also have some severe weather rolling in so outdoor activities are probably off the table. I would say we could just stay inside and stay naked all day, but I'm not sure either one of us has the energy for that.
If I include Friday night's activities we have had sex 5 times, I've been spanked 3 times and we have used all but one toy. I can't even begin to count the amount of orgasms I experienced, has to be dozens though. I think we made the most of our weekend together. He says he needs another weekend to recover from this one. I told him it's good motivation for him to make a decision about when he is going to take some more vacation time. He's been talking about using a few days, but hasn't decided yet.
After a weekend like this one, which isn't really all that unusual for us, it's no wonder I sometimes get the Sunday night blues. Who wouldn't want to live in a sex induced haze all the time? It just makes all the mundane day to day things that need accomplished that much easier to accomplish.
I have a long day of catching up on housework planned for tomorrow. I do my best thinking when I clean. He's given me lots to think about this weekend. I'll probably bake something too, he's been on a brownie kick lately, so chocolate haze here I come.
I have a bad habit of thrashing my head around when we are playing, it makes knots in my hair that are difficult to get out. I spent a good 10 minutes unknotting my hair after we played with the flogger last night, so this pic seems appropriate.