Yayy! Finally! :-)

I'm sorry, y'all! But better late than never, right? Mr. D and I are on a learning curve here. He's been struggling with the file-share thing, plus being super busy with work and his own life (dammit, I hate it when other people's lives don't conform to my schedule), and what I should have done was tell him to send the photos first, and not to worry about the clip.

So, we'll get it all worked out. The poor dear... it seems he has file sharing confused with rocket science. :-)  (Yes, I know I'm going to pay for that.)

Anyway...

Before we started, he somewhat sheepishly said, "So, I was doing some yardwork..." and held out his hands. Several Band-Aids. Tsk. "So, no hand spanking then, I'm thinking," I teased. He insisted he could do some, and proceeded to prove it with an OTK warmup.

He'd read my ABCs of spanking. Over and over, apparently. He'd even thought one or two of them were written just for him. (Why do tops always think everything is about them?) For example, my "D = Don't hurt yourself, darlin' " was referring to his very sore arm two weeks ago after we played. Heavens, no. That's just one of my standard lines! Ask anyone.

No hard acrylic stuff this time. He had a new toy -- I guess one would call it a mini-flogger? It could be soft and sensual, but it also packed a wallop. Here's what it looks like:

Damn stupid underwear tags! I really need to get into the habit of cutting those things off.

We started out with a lot of banter (and giggling on my part). He was quoting a lot of my ABCs: "So, feeling like taking a nap yet?" "Have I learned how to use this implement, do you think?" "Am I even?" He commented that I wasn't getting red yet, and I said, "Well, maybe if you didn't stop every five seconds!" (He likes to take mini-breaks; let me think he's stopping and then start up again. I'm learning his Modus Operandi.)

He also is fond of the phrase, "Excuse me??" Said that many times, in an incredulous tone, at my various smart-ass cracks. I'd loudly reply, "I said..." and repeat the comment. Finally, after he'd said "Excuse me?" for the umpteenth time, I remarked, "You know, you say 'excuse me' a lot. Do you have gas?"

You can figure out for yourselves how that went over. :-)

After a while, he announced that we were taking a brief break. What? No! Don't stop! "What for?" I blurted. "Because you're bleeding a little," he answered.

Huh? How did that happen? Just a tiny spot on my right cheek, but I was really surprised. He went to the kitchen and got some ice from my freezer. When he came back, I was rubbing my right cheek a bit.

"I didn't say you could do that," he calmly said. I shrugged, went on rubbing and said, "You didn't tell me I couldn't, either." He sighed. "Don't move," and left the room again, returning with lengths of black rope, and tied my hands together in front of me. "I guess you won't be reaching back there now, huh?"

Gee, ya think?

Not to worry, though. I started getting into the zone, and soon thereafter, my mouth stopped running. Snarkastic words were replaced with moans and sighs. He said he could tell my body language was changing; it was like I'd started melting into the bedspread. And my feet were moving differently. Funny; I've never had anyone notice what my feet are doing. But yeah, I guess they are active. I don't kick, but I curl and uncurl my feet, twist them together, curl up my left heel (never the right; not sure why).

After a long flurry, I was nearly toast. But when he leaned down and whispered, "You want a little more, don't you," I nodded my head. "Finish me," I murmured. He did.

Lovely. The aftercare was lovely too. So gentle.

He keeps saying to me, "I'm not going anywhere." This time, he added, "And I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe it." Part of me hates that I'm so transparent, coming off as vulnerable and needy. But it is what it is. Too damn many losses in the past year or so, and I'm finding it hard to believe in much of anything lately. But I'm working on it.

Looking forward to next Monday already. Yesterday and today, I had that delicious soreness. Felt it with every single squat and lunge today at the gym. Cursed and smiled at the same time. :-)

A couple of quick notes: Remember my post about Tumblr photo sites, and how the pictures are almost never credited? I figure on the rare occasion that I run into one of mine, I'll simply credit it right here. So, if any of you happened to read Plector's Tumblr yesterday, and saw this and these? Yup. Yours truly.

And finally... RIP to our blogging friend Tim, who lost his battle with cancer.

Off to the showers with me. I was so eager to post this thing, I ran right to the computer as soon as I walked in the door from the gym. Yes, I'm just that dedicated.