Greedy Woman

We were standing in the kitchen, Musicman's hands sliding my skirt up, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat.

A fly by swatting occurred. Not the first or the last that occurred that day. In fact, they are quite common, and surprisingly, I don't count them as a spanking. They certainly feel like one, but for some reason, in my book, they don't count.

Musicman decided that was a good time to remark that I had nothing to complain about, cause I had gotten quite a few lately. That's true, we've had plenty of playtime over the last few days. I've become quite well acquainted with the magic paddle, the leather paddle and the flogger in the last few days.

Despite that, I didn't even flinch when I told him, it's never enough for me. That's not a reflection on him as much as it is me. During playtime, he pretty much always gives me exactly what I need. The problem is the more I get, the more I want.

Yes, I know it's not realistic to expect playtime everyday. I also know I can't live in that headspace all the time, but it doesn't stop me from wanting too. It's such a wonderful escape from all the dismal things in the world.

The infusion of energy is incredible and addictive. Considering some of the things I've been addicted to over the years, this one isn't so bad. Now if I could just get the rest of the world to leave me alone and let me play when I want, everything would be peachy.

I doubt that will happen anythime soon, but a girl can hope. Yes, I know, I'm a greedy woman. I admit it and I no longer care if someone has a problem with it.

A Snowy Sunday Afternoon

It's cold and snowy here today. I'm not ready for snow yet, but then again, I'm never ready for the snow. Regardless of the snow falling we were up and out early to get errands done. Then home to get chores done. I usually take care of this stuff on Saturdays, but Musicman worked yesterday. When he works on Saturdays I usually don't get much of his time, so I planned a full day for myself. I started with breakfast with my bestest girlfriend and then the rest of the day at the tattoo shop. 

Sadly it was not me getting inked this time, it was my son. I'm a bit of an unconventional Mom and gave both my kids their first tattoos for their 16th birthdays. My son's was delayed a year due to some poor choices on his part. Please note, I never forced or suggested that either of them get tattoo's. It was always their choice and a way to keep them from having their friends give them an ugly homemade one. Anyway, I will get mine in a few weeks, hopefully.

It's sort of amazing how disconnected I become with just a day away from Musicman. It's not necessarily a physical distance from him that causes it though. No, it happens when he is overtired and just doesn't seem to notice I'm there. I know this happens when he works extra hours, I expect it even, but it doesn't mean I have to like it.

That's what I told him when he questioned my mood. I totally understand that he has a physically demanding job. I know that when he works on a weekend he will be tired and most likely playtime won't happen. I accept that, but I will never like it. Imagine my surpise when he started giving me unsolicited help with the chores. I certainly appreciated it, but I never considered the fact that he had an ulterior motive.

It all became clear to me when he directed me to go take a shower. I usually always wait until the chores are done before showering. It doesn't make sense to me to shower before the dirty work is done, it's a waste of time and water. He made it very clear to me that he had afternoon plans for me. So, like the good little sub I claim to be, off to the shower I went.

Another reason, other then him being tired, that I didn't think there would be much playtime this weekend is I have bruises on my backside from Thursday night. They don't hurt and I didn't even know they were there until he spotted them and remarked about it Friday night. Drat, he isn't pleased when he leaves bruises and usually won't spank at all until they are gone. I really need to remember to take my iron pills, they help quite bit in preventing bruising.

So, while there was no conventional spanking, other body parts sure did receive some attention. First he undressed me, then he put the blindfold on. I am really starting to love that blindfold. Then he arranged me just the way he wanted, on my back on the lounge. Then he started in with issuing directions on what I was to do. I'll let you guess what that was, but apparently he liked the video I made for him.

He knows me well and was prepared for me to balk a bit at those instructions. The flogger quickly took care of any resistance on my part.  While my bruised backside is off limits, everything else is fair game. Ummmm...I do love the flogger, anywhere he wishes to apply it and apply it he did.

He was quite vigilant with continuing to issue instructions on exactly what he wanted from me while he retrieved the leather paddle. Oh yes, sufficiently warmed up from the flogger, the leather paddle sent me spinning into another world. By the time he stopped with the paddle he no longer needed to give me instructions on what he wanted, I understood perfectly and complied easily.

The glass dildo was the next thing to enter the scene. At that point, the only words I could manage in reply to everything he said was a gasped, "yes sir". Throughtout all this he had been weaving a very erotic tail that served to increase the excitment exponentially for both of us. He recently commented to me, that in those moments he could get me to agree to do anything, I couldn't argue with that logic. It still amazes me the heights he can take me too.

My shower was quite effectively ruined. My body is just a touch sore in all the best places. The chores are all done and by the time Musicman's football game came on I was one content and well used woman. That's my kind of Sunday afternoon. 

Playtime and the After Effects

Yesterday afternoon we took some time to play. It started with a nice leg massage for me. I have a bad knee on one side and a bad hip on the other, my thigh muscles get very tight. Musicman has the strongest hands, it was heavenly, though his hands are getting soft from not working and I miss the callouses. Strange, I know, but I love his callouses, I think it is the contrast against the softness of my skin and the roughness of his hands. I believe I was purring by the time he was done.

I had been laying on my back on the lounge for the massage, my legs were soon up in the air and the hairbrush had come into play. The diaper position is nice for access to the thighs, yep I like my thighs spanked. Strange, I know. This particular position also provides easy access to the lady parts, yep, I like being spanked there too. The brush handle is nicely designed for that use.

When his tongue started in on the aforementioned spanked lady parts I know the top of my head blew off, lol. Before we were done I think I was standing on my head, my back arched so high. I wanted closer, I wanted more. I was reduced to quivering incoherent begging with the need for him.

He is such a gentlemen he gave me everything I begged for.

During a conversation afterwards we were discussing was I a good girl or was I a bad girl. I like the conclusion we came to, and that is: I'm a girl who is really good at being very bad.

Shortly after that conversation I found myself on my knees at his feet, showing him exactly how good I am at being bad. Yep, that little heart pillow is coming in very handy.

I'm going to miss our afternoon play times so much when he goes back to work.

I fell asleep last night with the lingering after effects of the afternoon.  By this morning the physical effects were gone. No bruises this time thank goodness, though I do find it cute that he likes to check frequently for bruising.

I've always heard it said that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. I'm not sure when or how, but my brain has definitely crossed that line. That is the physical benefit of spanking, at least for me. It's also the reason why it would never work as a discipline tool for me.

Then there is the mental and emotional benefit. Feeling his control, whether it is in the form of spanking or him pulling my hair while he fucks my face, or even when he states something as opposed to asking or suggesting, it flips a switch in my head. There is an instant change in mindset for me. I feel so contented, so fulfilled. Like everything is right with the world, and even when Rat intrudes and tells me it's not, it doesn't bother me.

I guess that is what is known as a submissive mindset, I don't know why, unless it's because it seems to require an external dominant influence to achieve. I really don't care what it is called, I just know I like it a lot.

We had a lazy day today just hanging out together watching the snow fall. The mindset lingers today, fueled by the casual swats and dominant remarks. I don't know why I feel so soft and giggly at these times, and I don't really care, I just know I like it a lot.