"Pre"-birthday spanking??

Yup. Yesterday was one week before the fact, and Steve announced our scene was my pre-birthday spanking. WTF? Wouldn't that work for all the weeks prior? In fact, why not just start with the week after my birthday and say it's pre for the birthday in 2015?? rolling eyes

Believe me, I know it's all BS. It's just a PREfabricated excuse for spanking.

He said it was to prepare me for the amount of swats next week. I said thanks a lot for reminding me of the high number. (sigh)

It was a lot of fun, though. I wore my (almost, only worn once) new panties:

He took two videos of our scene in the bedroom, but of course, Blogger is still being buggy and won't let me post either of them. I thought by now they might have fixed things, but that was clearly wishful on my part! Meh. We had some fun banter and he delighted in messing with my head. 

Part of his ritual is that when he's done, he pulls my panties back up. So when he did so yesterday, I went "Ooh" in surprise, since I didn't think we were anywhere near finished. "Oh, you think we're done? Is that what that 'ooh' was about?" he crowed. And he continued with that damned wooden paddle.

"But, but..." I sputtered. "When you pull my panties back up, we're done! That's how you always do it!"

"Really?" he said. "Is this a rule? I don't remember seeing that in the manual!"

Argh. Apparently, changing the game is "the top's prerogative." Of course, it was this bottom's prerogative to stick my tongue out at him and tell him to [fornicate] off.

But he was sweet, too. Ended the scene by stroking my hair and saying he'd be here always -- for every birthday, for every anniversary, whenever I needed him. He was my top for life. He even said it on video, so I could keep it and replay it and remember.

And you all know how much that means to me. 

I never thought I'd do this, but I changed my date of birth on FetLife. No, not to make myself younger -- I changed it to September 22, 1925, so now I am listed as 88F (next week it will be 89F). Screw it... I'm tired of the "for your age" cracks. Most people know how old I really am anyway, but now it won't be readily apparent every time someone looks at my profile. 

Off to the gym with me, which means I have to go (gasp) outside. Today is supposed to be the last really bad day of this freaking heat wave -- 109 Sunday, 104 yesterday, 101 today, 98 tomorrow, then back into the 80s by Thursday. Hallelujah. Southern California -- welcome to Life in Hell!