Will it last?

Next Monday, I will be in Connecticut. Therefore, I won't be able to see New Guy. He was very concerned about this; wanted to make sure I would be well-behaved for the next two weeks, especially on my trip. So tonight, he came over at 5:00 instead of 6:30, since he'd had the day off. Had to get an early start on two weeks' worth of discipline, you see.

First, he was annoyed with me when I said I wouldn't have room in my suitcases for warm, bulky clothes, what with all the outfits I have to pack. "I'm going to be indoors, for heaven's sake," I argued.

"You don't know that," he countered. "Maybe there will be outdoor shoots. Maybe he'll have you out in the snow, making snow angels. Only in your case, they'll be snow devils." Oh, har har har. He said he'd been out naked in the snow before, after a sauna. I told him he was insane. Not the best thing to say to him, apparently. I had to apologize. Repeatedly.

"I care about you and I don't want you to be cold!" (sigh) All right, all right. I'll bring warm socks, PJs, gloves and a cap, and I'll wear my heaviest coat on the plane. OK? OK.

That was one spanking.

Since neither of us had eaten, we decided to go to a nearby deli for dinner. But not before he spanked me again to ensure I'd behave myself in the restaurant. I had to repeat several times, to strap strokes: "I will behave myself at Jerry's Deli." Well, actually, we compromised. I said that I would TRY to behave.

Of course, I didn't. He took so freaking long deciding what he was going to order, I stretched out on the booth, put my legs up, leaned against him and said I was taking a nap.

I know he was dying to let me have on the way back to the car, in the parking lot. But there were too many people around, unfortunately, so he settled for quickly bending me over the trunk and giving me three swats over my dress. I drove us back to my place, and I'd barely gotten inside and put my purse down when I was looking at the carpet again. The umbrage -- after I treated him to dinner!!

We watched a clip on my computer, the one I did for Spanking Epics a few years ago with Keith Jones and Sierra Salem, where he plays my husband and spanks Sierra and me for gossiping. When it ended...guess what? Yeah, that's right.

"That was wrong of you to gossip!" he said, putting me back over the ottoman.

"Excuse me??" I howled. "That was shot five years ago. And it was fiction! You're spanking me for fiction!"

"Maybe, but this spanking isn't fiction!" Arrrggh. No, it certainly wasn't.

How many are we up to now?

He just wouldn't put that @#$%ing paddle away. I asked him how he expected to keep his hand strong if he kept relying on the paddle.

"I don't need to keep my hand strong if I have the paddle," he smirked. "I can let the paddle do all the talking."

"Yeah, it's probably more articulate than you are," I muttered.

And that was another one. Yeah, yeah, I know. I asked for it. I still laughed through all my screeching and protesting.

But all Monday evenings must end, and reluctantly, I sent him on his way at 9:00 so he could go home and walk his dog.

Will it tide me over for two weeks? Nahhhhhh. But it certainly was a valiant effort. :-)

(smooch) See you in two weeks, sweetie.