Uh oh! What happened??

Well, let's see. I'm either:
1. Dead
2. Asleep, or
3. Spanked into oblivion

You guys figure it out. :-)

It took a lot to get me there tonight. I was definitely in feisty mode, but ST was in fine form himself. Would you believe he accused me of being a Drama Queen? Humph! Just because I was talking about the latest drama on FetLife, and he said I liked that drama, that I enjoyed joining in the fray a bit.

"I do NOT!" "Yes, you do!"

"No, I don't! I only commented once on that thread and otherwise, I stayed out of it."

"Maybe so, but you got all wound up with it in that little mind of yours."

"ExCUSE me," I huffed. "I do not have a little mind. I have a fine, big mind."

"Yes, you do," he admitted. "It matches your mouth."

WELL!

Oh, and some warm-up! He started with the freaking Spanking Buddy! What's that about? I protested that he was going full-bore from the outset, and he said it was my mouth going full-bore, not him. "I guess I should go full-bore now, shouldn't I?"

I thought of a reply, but stifled it. Still, I couldn't help giggling over it, and he whaled on me. "I didn't SAY anything!" I screeched.

"Yeah, but you were thinking something bad!"

Well, screw it. If I'm going to get in trouble just for thinking something, I might as well say it and get some fun out of it, right? So I snapped, "I was just going to say that I think you're a full bore already!"

That did not go over too well. Did I learn from it? Hell, no.

"You must have done something wrong," he insisted, and I kept insisting that I hadn't. "Then why are you over my knee getting spanked?"

"I dunno... because you're an ass?"

Wrong answer. After a few persuasive minutes, he asked, "Would you like to rephrase that?"

"Ass you're an!" Hey, that's "you're an ass" rephrased, isn't it?

On and on and on we went. And sure enough, after a while, I stopped giggling. I stopped sassing. I just sort stopped everything except making guttural sounds. Which he loved. Things switched from playful to primal when he grabbed my hair, and really laid into me. And I wanted it. More, more, more. Yes.

And when it was all over, could I lie there in boneless oblivion? Nope. I had to get up on my wobbly legs and go stand in the corner.

But not for too long, don't worry. :-)  After that, I got to relax and enjoy lotion and some snuggle time. We chatted for over an hour. I love when he stays for a while, love winding down with him.

Now if I could just figure out how to make this peaceful mood last a full week. I've been noticing that by about Thursday, I'm back in cranky, uppity, go-ahead-try-screwing-with-me mode again. (sigh) It's a damn good thing that this addiction is so much fun, because it needs frequent satisfaction!