This picture was taken at a party a few weekends ago where I met with many different implements. This post is actually not about the party, but I wanted a picture to go with it. And since I was asked by many, I’ll also add that the fishnets were from Torrid. It’s rare that thigh highs really go to my thigh because of my height, but they fit nicely. Anyway, on to the current week’s events.
This past week was fucking terrible. By Monday at 7, after a really long stressful day of work where I left an hour later than I should’ve had to be there, I was ready to write my own children’s book. Lea’s Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Fucking Day. The adult sequel to Alexander’s, of course.
Tuesday was more of the same. Crazy busy at work, every nutjob customer seemed to come out of the woodwork at once. And why do they all seem to call in the last hour of the day anyway? Then I go out to my car and some asshole parked their big truck well over the yellow line into my space, so close that I couldn’t even get into my driver’s side door. I had to get in on the passenger’s side and climb over the median between the seats, which the top then broke off of, to get into the driver’s seat. Ever tried being 6 feet tall in a Corolla and climbing over anything? FML.
Wednesday continued the trend of shittiness for the week. My bank account bounced and I got hit with overdraft fees after a payment that was supposed to post to a different card didn’t. Work seemed endless. And I can’t even watch The Daily Show before I go to bed because DirecTV is in some fight with the company that provides a handful of the channels which have been suspended for days now. What am I supposed to do without Comedy Central?? Argh! (Seriously, if someone else who uses DirecTV has any idea how long this is going to go on, please let me know. Can’t find out a thing from them.)
|Tell me about it, Maxine.
Plans to see S on Thursday night were my last hope for salvaging the week. After how the past few days had gone, I was unusually direct for me, lol, and told him I needed a hard spanking when I saw him. And he’s nice and stuff so was happy to oblige. 😀 Some stress relief was definitely called for. Spanking can be a lot of different things to different people. Various aspects of it do different things for me, but one of my favorite applications of it is for stress relief. Having that opportunity to just let go, even if only for a moment, is lovely. Making my mind just pause and take in the moment, not worrying about anything else.
When he came over, I lied out on my bed with my bottom bared. He selected the rattan cane and leather paddle from the toybox. He started with the cane in quick lighter taps, building up to harder strokes. It didn’t take too long to get me squirming because that thing stings like no other. Why do I prefer sting over thud again? He set that down and switched to spanking me with his hand for a while and then to the leather paddle. That is one of my favorite toys because of it’s versatility but it can definitely induce some squirminess when applied with the intent to do so. He had that intent. And I’d asked for it, literally, so why do I still complain? Eh, it’s a bottom thing. Lol.
He kept rotating between the cane, paddle, and his hand. I was definitely feeling each swat and my legs were kicking and I kept squirming around. He wrapped his arm around me to secure me from wriggling off the bed. (A sprained ankle is the last thing I need this week!) After I was good and pink, the spanking wrapped up. My head was clear and I was soothed. Success! I really hope I can get a second dose of stress relief this next week. Pretty please?