At the start of the week, I felt like this. —->
No amount of coffee was enough on Monday. I was not in the best of moods after an overly long day at work. It was supposed to be our day for a maintenance spanking, and oh how I needed one, but J was pretty tired himself and crashed early that night.
I really need my maintenance spankings. More often than not, it’s the only time of the week that I’m spanked. What? Why are you laughing? Don’t believe I’m that well-behaved? Sigh. No one ever believes me. Really though, discipline issues don’t come up that often. Maintenance is something I need for many reasons. It makes me feel closer to J, keeps me feeling centered, and often aids in getting an emotional release that I need. And hell, I’m a spanko so I’ve got to get my fix sometime. 🙂
Tuesday was that time. Another long day at work, catching up with things at home, then it was time for maintenance. J pulled out the straight back chair from the desk and sat down, beckoning me over to him. My pants came down and I was pulled over his lap. He started spanking me with his hand and asked what we were doing. “Maintenance,” I replied. “And why do we do that?” “So that I remember to follow all the rules and what will happen if I don’t,” I said, as his hand delivered firm swats to my bottom. Has anybody noticed that being spanked OTK seems to hurt more than say, being bent over the bed and spanked? Just an observation. Not sure why that is.
“And how did everything go this week?” he asked. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Oww, it was fine!” “That’s all you have to say?” he asked. SMACK! SMACK! “I don’t know, it was the same as it Oww! usually is.” SMACK! SMACK! He pulled my panties down and the spanking continued directly on my reddening cheeks. “Let’s try this again.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “How did everything go this week?” “Oww it was fine. Why do you make me repeat myself?” I replied. SMACK! SMACK! He paused and reached for the bathbrush that was on the bed. The ridiculously large bathbrush that was a “gift” from a friend whom I banned from ever giving me more gifts.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Ah, now I was remembering the right answers. He likes details. “I was on time to work and Oww eating and exercise were all fine.” THWACK! THWACK! “Good,” he said, “was that so hard?” The good thing about OTK is he can’t see my facial expression when I glare at him. “Are you going to answer me properly the next time I ask you a question?” THWACK! THWACK! “Oww, yes sir!” THWACK! THWACK! I once again made a mental note to remove my socks before being pulled OTK as it gets awfully slippery when my legs are trying to escape from his grasp. Just when I thought he’d eased up and we were done, he set the bathbrush down and resumed with his hand. Another volley of swats for my earlier snippy comment.
He stopped and rubbed my bottom for a moment before letting me up. He hugged me and told me to lay out on the bed. I smiled as I saw that he was getting the flogger out from the back of the closet. He kneeled at my side and ran it up and down my back and bottom and legs. Not all floggers are nice but mine is a very nice one. Even with a full swing, it has a bit of a thuddy effect from the number of the deerskin falls but it doesn’t sting much. It’s an interesting sensation. It can certainly put me in the mood for other things. We played with it for a few minutes and then he rubbed lotion on my reddened bottom. The night finished off as we played with some other new toys. I won’t go into details but will thank all fellow bloggers who gave recommendations to Eden Fantasys. (Click the link, I won’t tell.)
Something else that was a mood booster this week was a spur of the moment decision to fly out to NYC for a weekend in November and go to a SCONY party. I’ve been working hard, have some extra cash from all the overtime, and would love to see my friends again. I’ve never gone to one of the monthly parties in NYC before because it’s so brief a trip when coming from out of town. There were some decent deals on airfare so I decided I was just going to go for it. I confirmed this morning with a friend that he could get me to and from the airport and I could crash at his place. Then I checked with a coworker that she could cover for me for the one Monday I’d miss from work. Once that was all set, I sent out the word to all that I’d be coming in a few short weeks and was giddy with excitement. Seriously, I was smiling all day just thinking about it. My coworkers probably wondered what the hell was wrong with me. Lol. All toppy death threats aside, I’m really excited and looking forward to a fun trip and seeing friends.
One spanking later and a trip planned, now I feel like this. —->