It's Not Nice To Tease!!!

                                                                                               

He told me it wasn't nice to tease.

I didn't listen, I kissed his adorable little butt again, just at the spot that was peeking out from the blanket.

He said I really should stop teasing him.

I giggled and asked, "but why, what will happen if I don't?"

He said, "you'll get another spanking."

To which we both responded by cracking up laughing as I stated the obvious, "That is not going to deter me from anything."  I did however stop teasing him, poor guy he has had a long hard week.

This has been his first full week back to work. I thought he should go back to work 1/2 days, but he did not feel that way. It was his decision to make and I respect that. I also understand why he made this decision and it's just one of the many reasons I love him. I've tried to be supportive and think I have been pretty successful.

If either of us ever needed proof that flipping that little sub switch in my head is a good thing this week would probably have been it. He comes home exhausted with barely enough energy to get in the door. But that's all the energy he has needed because once he gets in the door, I've been there to take care of him.

I've cooked and cleaned and baked. He relaxed and enjoyed good food and rested.

He has an active job, on his feet all day working with heavy equipment, his muscles have been sore. I have given back massages and leg and feet massages every night.

I found myself awake early one morning, Musicman was too. I had the time to explore his beautiful, hard cock, I kissed him good morning and had a chat with him and the boys.(Yes, I refer to my husband's equipment as him and the boys and I really do talk to them, heeheehee.)  He went to work a happier man that day.

I've missed him during the day and have to get used to being home alone again. I have kept busy starting on spring cleaning. I have also been working on the paddle I wanted to make. As usual, it is going to take longer then I thought it would. When I got the leather out there was more then I remembered which opened the window of possibilities and has me trying things and rethinking as I go. That is typical for most projects of mine, but I'm good with it.

One of the pieces of leather is begging to become a flogger, but I haven't made it yet. I've thought about it and know exactly how to do it. I have everything I need, I just haven't done it, yet. I'm not sure what is causing the hesitation, but it's there and I don't have a huge urge to push at it right now. That's okay, it will work itself out when it's ready.

I hit a bit of a rough patch yesterday, I was doing something that continues to be a thorn in my side. When I address this issue I usually have all out panic attacks, that didn't happen yesterday. I was upset, but not overly so, which is a big improvement for me in this area. I also had a visit from a ghost yesterday, which cheered me up immensely.

When I got ready for bed last night I put on my Tinkerbell sleep shorts. That's when the teasing really began. They are kinda short, my butt's kinda big. I'm sure it's just the fact that it says TINK in big bright pink letters across my butt that attracts attention.

The callouses on Musicman hands are starting to come back, I didn't feel them much when he spanked over the shorts. I did when he continued to spank after lowering the shorts.

Mmmm, I slept soooo gooood last night, I was literally purring. That made Musicman laugh.


                                                                             

This, That and the Other

We had a lovely day here today, mid 50's and sunny. That's very unusual for us, normal is 20-30, tons of snow and grey skies. We had a busy day today running errands and getting some small projects done around the house.

During the errands Musicman stopped to check out the kitchen utensils. Musicman does not cook. He stands with the dishwasher door open and asks me if the dishes are clean or dirty. He does not buy me kitchen utensils as gifts.

Umm, yeah, so I might have been teasing him the other day about not owning a wooden spoon. And I thought he wasn't paying attention.

He has been very concerned about the bruising and feels the need to check it frequently, lol. He's not fooling me a bit.

I am still thinking about the email, and am maybe making some small progress. It is kind of running on a background track right now, popping up occasionally in quiet moments.

I have limited time with Musicman before he goes back to work, just a little over 2 weeks. I want to just enjoy the time, almost just observe and see what he does. I just want to take it all in and store it away for a little while, savoring the experience.

This is a very unique moment in time in our relationship. We did not have a honeymoon, and though we have traveled some, it has always been to visit family and for no more then a week at a time. So to have these few weeks of time, with all the doctors appointments behind us and long days of limited commitments is a precious thing. I'm just going to breathe it all in, maybe later I will think about it.

Who am I kidding? Of course I am going to think about it, just not right now. That's the plan anyway.

With it being so warm today I didn't have my slippers on and it started me thinking about my tattoo on my feet. Both feet are inked so most people think of it as two, but I don't. To me it is only one, and this is what it is.

On one foot is a very strong, thick vine. It starts just below the ankle on the outside of the foot and runs up and over the arch ending at the first knuckle of my big toe. It winds and curls a little, but not much. For the most part it is thick and straight and strong. It has a lot of small, almost nondescript flowers on it.

On the other foot the vine also starts below the ankle on the outside of the foot, but instead of running straight up over the arch, it meanders down the side. It turns just above the little toe and continues across to end at the knuckle of the big toe. This vine is not very strong, its delicate and flexible, intricate and winding. It only has a few flowers, but they are large and flamboyant. Worked into the vine on this foot is our wedding date.

All my tattoo's have meaning to me. I put a lot of thought into what I want them to represent and how I want that conveyed visually. And, of course, consideration has to be given to where it is worn. Sometimes I get them visually before the meaning becomes apparent. That is what happened with this one.

Like many of my tattoo's this one was drawn for me by our daughter. I did not tell her what I wanted specifically, just flowers and vines of some kind. She had drawn the two different kinds of vines and flowers for me to choose from.

Everyone, including our daughter thought I should pick one and get both feet done the same. But seeing them side by side on the paper, I saw the perfect visual description of my most intimate relationship. All it needed was the wedding date added. It's my favorite, so far.