We finally had some private time last weekend. It was deliciously wonderful.
I've so missed the butterflies that always appear in my tummy when I know a spanking is imminent. They came roaring back as soon as we realized we were actually home alone. I used to think how silly I was about the nerves causing the fluttering in my belly. Now, I think how lucky I am that at this point in my life and in our relationship I can still react that way to our time alone.
Musicman was hard and ready before we even started, he said it was from thinking about all the implements he was going to use to spank me with. It's so nice to know he misses it as much as I do. He chose the magic paddle to begin with. That thing can pack quite the thud and the sting, and I wondered if after so long I would be able to handle it. I refrained from voicing my concerns instead I just chose to remind him that it had been quite some time since I had been spanked.
He took a little bit of pity on me and let me keep the thin silk shorts I was wearing on for the first couple swats. I suppose that is his idea of a warm up, cause he rarely ever spanks over clothes. The shorts certainly didn't provide much protection and they didn't stay on for long, but it was all good.
The magic paddle was followed by the leather strap. Mmmm...despite my early on fear of anything even resembling a belt, I have come to love the feel of leather vigorously applied to my behind. The combination of wood, followed by leather and the length of time since my last spanking and I was flying pretty quickly. It still absolutely amazes me that he can make me come from just a spanking. It was the first of many orgasms for me that night and they all felt like a grand homecoming.
I can't really recall all the details, they kind of melt together and when I try to recall them, all I can come up with are the feelings of satisfaction and fulfillment that come with multiple orgasms. Oh how I've missed that. I do remember laying on the bed afterwards, bones turned to jelly, gasping for air and most likely a very silly grin on my face.
After some recovery time he chose a video for us to watch, a spanking video, which is rare for him. It wasn't too bad, though not too heavy on the spanking part and more emphasis on the sex part. I've said before, I'm not a huge fan of porn, but he is, so I watch. Usually I am critiquing it in my head, but this one featured enough interesting and different positions that when I wasn't laughing it was kind of fun to watch.
I would love to say we tried out some of those wild positions, but I honestly don't remember. I'm sure if we did, they were some of the tamer ones. The out there ones are just not possible for me with this old body and I certainly don't want to risk being dropped on my head. Yep, there was a position in the movie where that was a very real possibility.
At some point during our romps he actually said the words most of us subs crave to hear. He called me his good girl. I don't remember if it was that night or the next morning, cause yep, morning sex was on the menu too. I'm almost positive that is the first time he has ever said that to me and oh how I loved hearing it.
So, despite how trying the end of last week was, the weekend more than made up for it. Now, I just hope it isn't another three months before it occurs again, cause a weekend like that makes me think about all the wonderful things we could do again and some new things we have yet to try.