Several months ago I mentioned that Musicman had put in for time off from work. I immediately put in for the same time off and ran with the idea of going away. It's been a long time since we had the luxury of vacation time. I knew what would make for the perfect get away for us, but wasn't sure I could make it come to fruition.
I tried. I really tried hard, but just couldn't find the ideal situation for us. Musicman even did some research and didn't really come up with anything ideal either. The kids and their needs had something to do with that, but that's become the reality I have to deal with.
So, deal with reality I did. We weren't going away, but that didn't mean we couldn't still have fun. The first night that our vacation officially started, I made some lists. I made one list of things I wanted to get accomplished around the house. I made another list of day trips or places I wanted to go. Then I made one last list, a list of things I wanted to do.
That last list, in my opinion, was the most important. The entire list contained 2 things:
spankings as often as privacy allows.
Musicman read and approved of my lists. I had not assigned any particular thing to any day. That became a fluid thing based on Musicman's preferences. That's kinda how it goes when you live with a dominant man, at least for me.
We accomplished almost everything on my chore list. We experienced almost everything on my places to go list. My last list? Yeah, that went pretty well too.
Out of 10 days, we missed 2. I didn't feel like a failure, cause there were several days when we found time to play multiple times. We were able to employ instruments other than the very quiet cane. We revisited the magic paddle, the flogger and the leather strap, many times.
He went above and beyond, making me coffee, serving me breakfast in bed, more than once. And, I actually went a whole entire week with out cooking one single meal. Musicman is an incredibly picky eater and me not cooking usually only occurs once a week.
For me, it was a wonderful week and a half, spent with the absolute love of my life, playing to my hearts content. Unfortunately, I had to return to reality today. Back to work for both of us, much to our chagrin.
No more sleeping in. No more coffee and breakfast in bed. No more lying in the sun, poolside, reading, while Musicman napped. No more roaming barefoot in my favorite sundress and sun hat. No more spankings, sex and orgasms galore, whenever we were able to take advantage of an empty house. Which, just let me say, increases greatly if we aren't waisting time working.
This morning my coworkers all asked me how my vacation was? I couldn't contain the wicked smile that broke out each time. They also asked me what I did? I really wanted to tell them, I connected on another level with my husband. I had tons of great sex, spankings, floggings, strappings. Orgasms beyond what I can sometimes comprehend. Just the memories of them take my breath away. Those are the kind of memories I always enjoy making. I was the center of his attention. For ten whole days.
I didn't tell them that, but I may have hinted a bit, with out providing details, of course. While I may not have found what I thought was the perfect get away, I believe I found something perfect anyway.