Lack of privacy has been a huge, ongoing issue for us. There was a time, before the kids moved back in, when we were averaging a spanking every other day. That was about perfect for me. I was a very happy and satisfied faerie. I also believe that Musicman was much happier during that time too. Then the kids returned and spankings went from every other day, to when ever we could grab some privacy. If we noticed we were home alone we would lose no time heading to the bedroom and getting in some quality play time. It wasn't ideal, but it was doable and we still played about twice a week.
Then life happened. I was stressed and grief stricken and not much in the mood to play very often. I slowly started pulling out of my grief, just to find that a situation that Musicman found extremely stressful had befallen us. I wanted to play, but he didn't.
He no longer took advantage of those surprise moments when we were alone. He restricted spanking to the times when our daughter and her little family were gone for the weekend and our son was at work. At first, those times occurred about every other weekend, then slowly dwindled to about once a month. I was no longer a happy and satisfied faerie, but I understood what he was dealing with and tried not to put to much pressure on him.
The situation he has been dealing with has finally, after months of trying different things, been resolved. I began to once again think about taking advantage of those stolen moments. I missed them and once a month was no longer acceptable to me. I just needed to convince him that it is okay to actually lock the doors and have some fun without worrying about when the kids might come home.
My daughter sorta forced my hand on that one. She informed us that they would no longer be going away for the weekends as they had been doing. Well damn, I had been counting on those weekends like they were gold and now they are gone. I quite unhappily informed Musicman about it and really did think I might never be spanked again.
I was so happily surprised when Friday came along and we found ourselves home alone for a short period of time. Musicman was quick to lock the doors and take paddle in hand. It was a good thing he was quick, cause with it being so long in between spankings my mind always begins to wonder if that is really what I want. I worry that maybe it won't work, it won't take me to that wonderful place I love so much. That cloud of submission that evolves into subspace that I miss so terribly.
Of course my worries were for naught, it worked quite well. He got "his little faerie" back and I got so much more. I've made sure to mention several times how much I have missed our playtimes and that we need to start locking the door and taking advantage of stolen moments more often.
His response was to make mention of needing to gag me and use the coat hanger. Oh, yes please. Unfortunately, it didn't happen last night as he had planned. Totally his fault, he fell asleep before the movie we were watching even hit the middle. He didn't miss much as it wasn't a very good movie.
That gave me plenty of time to fantasize about his remark. It's stuck in my head, pulling me deeper and deeper into the scenario until it just won't stop. Maybe, since he now seems amenable to taking full advantage of the moments we do get, and working around our lack of privacy, we will have the chance soon to play out that scenario he planted in my head.