Squirming in my chair

Not a complaint, mind you. Just an observation. I feel like I sat on a beehive. Not that I've ever actually done that, but I imagine the sensation is similar.

ST was fully recovered and then some, which is good. We had a missing week to make up for, after all. He even came over earlier, since he'd had the day off.

I was wearing a denim dress and he commented on how thick it was. "What's your point?" I said. "Like it matters? You'll be lifting it in about five seconds anyway."

"Last time, I spanked you for a long time over your jeans," he pointed out.

"Yeah, and you started with implements, no warmup," I reminded him. He suggested that perhaps we should do that this time as well. I said perhaps we shouldn't.

So I got a niiiiiiiiiice long hand warmup, which is probably why, yet again, I haven't a mark on me, even though he outdid himself when we finally broke out the toys.

My smartassery was on the minimal side tonight. I'd missed him. I just wanted to feel and enjoy, immerse myself in the sweetest pain. No tears this evening. Just sheer endorphins and feeling my skin come alive under his hands and implements. Mostly leather, thank you.

Already faded, as usual. I am a freak. A happy one, though.

Couple more items on tonight's agenda. First, Mija posted a lovely review of my book on her blog, and also posted it on Amazon. Thank you, sweetie!

And second: Raven tagged me, asking me to post my all-time favorite spanking picture. I do have one in mind; however, I have no clue where to find it! Arrrgh. I know I've seen it at least a dozen times over the years, and now that I want it, I can't find it. Perhaps if I describe it, someone will know where it can be found. It's a post-spanking photo of a woman lying on a bed, curled up on her side with her back to the camera. She's wearing blue jeans, and they're pulled down to just below her bottom. You can't see her face at all, but the way she's kind of semi-fetal is poignant and you can imagine that she's crying a bit. Ring any bells? It's a lovely shot, lighting and all. I think she's wearing a striped shirt too, but can't recall that for certain.

Anyway... I am peacefully drowsy. Time for a little TV and then sleep, sprawled out on my belly. OK, so that's the way I normally sleep, but sometimes there's no choice in the matter. :-)