We were standing in the kitchen, Musicman's hands sliding my skirt up, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat.
A fly by swatting occurred. Not the first or the last that occurred that day. In fact, they are quite common, and surprisingly, I don't count them as a spanking. They certainly feel like one, but for some reason, in my book, they don't count.
Musicman decided that was a good time to remark that I had nothing to complain about, cause I had gotten quite a few lately. That's true, we've had plenty of playtime over the last few days. I've become quite well acquainted with the magic paddle, the leather paddle and the flogger in the last few days.
Despite that, I didn't even flinch when I told him, it's never enough for me. That's not a reflection on him as much as it is me. During playtime, he pretty much always gives me exactly what I need. The problem is the more I get, the more I want.
Yes, I know it's not realistic to expect playtime everyday. I also know I can't live in that headspace all the time, but it doesn't stop me from wanting too. It's such a wonderful escape from all the dismal things in the world.
The infusion of energy is incredible and addictive. Considering some of the things I've been addicted to over the years, this one isn't so bad. Now if I could just get the rest of the world to leave me alone and let me play when I want, everything would be peachy.
I doubt that will happen anythime soon, but a girl can hope. Yes, I know, I'm a greedy woman. I admit it and I no longer care if someone has a problem with it.