Two-part blog tonight (Thank you, Bonnie!)

Part One: A Woman's Place is in Her Binder

Well, this kind of binder, anyway. :-)

Yes, we had some fun with politics tonight. He teased me by saying that my bottom would need a nice thick binder. I beg your pardon?? I snapped back that if we collected all of his wit and wisdom, it would fit in the world's thinnest binder.

I knew I'd pay for that. It was worth it. :-)

Anyway, after the OTK warmup, we proceeded to the bedroom where he decided to "bind" me. What he didn't count on was my itty-bitty wrists. As he was whaling away, I felt my hands slipping slightly through the restraints. Calculating the slack, I thought, yeah, go for it. So, with one sudden movement, I yanked both hands free. And laughed my freaking head off.

"Oh, that is never, EVER going to happen again," he growled, pulling my hands back into the restraints and securing them tighter. Not uncomfortably so, though. But I couldn't move my arms or legs; all I could do was wriggle. I was doing plenty of that by the end. The leather Spanking Buddy, a leather paddle, a wooden paddle, a Lexan paddle, and a riding crop. Ow. Oh, and his hand, which has become rather formidable.

I thought for sure I wasn't going to weep this time. I felt spacy and euphoric, but I didn't sense tears. That is, of course, until he started whispering the sweet words to me as he freed my arms and legs. "I'm here for you... I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. I'll take care of you." That just makes me go to pieces. He knows it, too.

I didn't feel sad; only like I was being cleansed from the inside out. He wiped my tears, stroked my hair, held me close. It was a long time before my breathing settled and I could speak coherently. "Welcome back, baby," he smiled.

We talked and relaxed for a long time, but naturally I started getting mouthy again. "I think you need some more," he said. "I think you need to go back over my knee."

"If you insist," I sighed. "But can I go to the bathroom first?"

He pinned me down. "Now why should I let you go to the bathroom?"

"Uh, 'cause I might pee on you if you don't?"

He laughed and continued to hold me down, so I reached around... and slapped him on the butt. Oh, man, what a mistake.

"What was THAT?? Who's the top here? What did you just do??" Um...

"Never mind. Yeah, you'd BETTER go to the bathroom. Because when you come back, I'm really going to let you have it."

Promise? :-)

He meant it. All those damned toys all over again (except for the crop), and hard. I started out laughing and still sassing him -- he was positioning my legs, moving them up on the bed, then down on the floor, so I suggested that he stop flip-flopping. ;-) OK, that did it.

"Got anything to say now?" he asked. No. Not really. Except "please, please stop." And "Ow." He knew I was done when I slumped onto the bed, going limp, my legs collapsing, whereas before they had been rigid and kicking. Slipping out from under me, he bade me to stay there so he could get the camera.

Erica is toast.

Happy toast.

I really, really missed him last week. And no, we did not watch the debate tonight. He recorded it so he could watch it when he went home. I am so over this election. I just want it done with already.

Thank you, Mr. D. I wonder if you have any idea how good you are for me.

And now, Part Two:

Thank You, Bonnie!

Tomorrow, 10/23, is "Bonnie Appreciation Day." Of course, we all know Bonnie of My Bottom Smarts.

To our Blogging Queen: Thank you for all you have done and continued to do for the Spanko Blogosphere. Years ago, you were the first to link to me on your blog roll, and I've loved you ever since. ♥ I'm grateful to you, enjoy your posts, and hope you'll keep blogging forever!

OK. I think it's time for some chocolate, Jay Leno's Headlines, and then a sweet slip into a comatose sleep. Tomorrow I'm going to the dentist to see why my tooth is hurting. But tonight, screw it. I'm eating chocolate anyway! :-)