The Sting and the After Burn

I'm sitting here watching the snow fall. Beautiful, large, fluffy, white flakes. They land on the tree branches outside the window, covering them like frosting on a cupcake. So pretty to look at, yet such a pain in the back end to live with. It has been snowing for what seems like weeks now. We have several feet on the ground and walking to the car, negotiating the snowdrifts, is just as challenging as driving in it.

It's the perfect day for a big ole pot of stew. Mine has been simmering away for several hours now and the house smells wonderful.

The recent changes did give us an opportunity for some private time in the past week. Unfortunately, Musicman had a very difficult day at work and did not take advantage of that time. That is sometimes the price paid for having to play on someone else's schedule.

I'm currently thinking about a request from our daughter. She has asked something of me that I don't want to do. Musicman knows I don't want to do it and is backing me on this. But...there's always a but, isn't there? Her request and my answer will involve the well being and happiness of some children. Not her children, but, if she and the baby daddy ever marry they will be her step children. I'm torn, I definitely don't want to do this thing she is asking, but I'm not sure I can live with the fact that if I don't, young children will be effected negatively. Damn, sometimes I hate being a Mom, especially a responsible, caring one.

Normally, between all the things I have mentioned and the other things going on that I haven't, I would be stressed to the point of tears. In fact, that's exactly how I felt yesterday, immediately following my daughter's request.

I'm not, in actuality, I'm feeling quite strong and clear headed. I know why I am feeling that way too. It's all thanks to a clever deployment of  coat hanger. Yes, we had a house full last night. Yes, under ordinary circumstances playtime would have been off the table. Instead, he used the coat hanger to it's fullest effect.

It's quiet. It's stingy. It has the desired effect of bringing out the wanton slut in me. A great spanking, an even better fucking and I'm good to go. At least for today. It is stingy, but it has the advantage of a long lasting after burn. There are no marks today, but I can still feel it quite acutely.

It reminds me that we are in this together and makes me believe that we will get through this together. I found said coat hanger laying on the floor at the bottom of the bed as I was gathering up laundry. I didn't feel that was an appropriate place for it, so I moved it. It's currently laying on his pillow, Just my way of saying, "I hope he uses it again soon."