A Faerie Valentine's Day

Neither Musicman or I are big on celebrating holidays. Heck, we've ignored MAJOR holidays more then once. I've always been a big believer in celebrating every day, Musicman not as much.  The fact that none of us are promised tomorrow is a lesson both Musicman and I have learned the hard way more times then we can count. He's learning to celebrate every day, and when he slips I see it as my job to remind him.

So tonight, I'll make his favorite dinner for him, but I do that at least once a week anyway. I've made him a sweet treat for dessert. Peanut butter pudding, minus the lumps this time. But I love to bake and usually bake at least once a week. I might spend a little extra time primping and looking pretty for him today.  But, I dress for him every day and he always appreciates it. Some playtime would be fun, but it always is.

I don't feel any pressure to do anything special today that I don't do on other days. Having said that, sometimes inspiration strikes and I get an idea. It's not that I haven't done this before, but it's been awhile. I wrote Musicman a story and emailed it to him.

This isn't a spanking story, and any D/s in it is peripheral to the story. This story I wrote just for him, about one of his fantasies that he shared with me. I wrote it a few days ago and sent it to him immediately before I could change my mind. I knew he wouldn't find it early since he never checks his email. Unfortunately, since I've sent it I've thought of all kinds of things I could have changed or added to make it better. Oh well, that would have just  made it too long anyway, right?

 

I just hope he likes it and sees it for what it is, another way for me to make all his fantasies come true.

     Bathed in the warm light
                                                                of true love and devotion,
                                                                even the most impossible
                                                                dreams become reality.

                                                                                             

A Picture in My Mind

I have this picture emerging in mind. That happens to me sometimes. I see something, and it sparks a picture in mind of what it could be. I once saw some old dishes at a second hand store, in mind I saw the mosaic tabletops they eventually became. I am forever collecting odd little things because in mind I see them as something else.

I was cleaning yesterday and I had my cleaning bucket with me. I love my cleaning bucket, it is a five gallon bucket with everything I need to make one trip through my home and clean efficiently. The contents have  evolved over the years to accommodate my family's living habits and my cleaning style.

One of the things attached to the bucket is a long, narrow suede pouch. My son is a street artist, he keeps his sketch pads put away, but I always find pens and pencils all over the house. The pouch is handy to store them in until I work my way to his room and put them away.

Have you guessed yet what the picture is?

I love the feel of leather in general, coats, skirts, boots and of course the obvious, a belt. I want to be spanked with leather, but not a belt. I am a tiny bit terrified of belts. Okay, Okay, I am more then a tiny bit terrified. I'm not afraid of the pain, no I want to feel the leather on my backside. It's the actual belt I don't want. Too many bad memories associated with it. I don't know if I will ever be able to handle a belt.

I have been looking at leather paddles, but right now they are not in the budget. I have been putting pens and pencils in that pouch for years, needless to say I never saw it as a paddle before. Now I am. Not only did I see the paddle that I could make, but I had quite a physical reaction to it. I believe I was hyperventilating the reaction was so strong.

I have been thinking about how to make it and what other materials I will need for it ever since. I do believe a trip to the craft store may be in my near future. Valentine's Day is only 12 days away and I do need a gift for Musicman.  Maybe it won't leave bruises.