How well do I know Mr. D?

When Mr. D arrived yesterday, he mentioned my blog -- specifically, the post with the meme about John. "So, do you know the same stuff about me?" he asked.

Um. Well. Let's be fair here; we're comparing nearly 17 years to 9 months. I've never been shoe shopping with Mr. D, for example. How would I know what his shoe size is? But I do know some stuff. Fortunately, I'm blessed with a good memory for detail.

We did something a little different with the videos. On a lark, I had posted a very short clip on Spanking Tube and on FetLife, with the camera on my face instead of on my bottom. I figured people would bitch about it ("Show your butt!"), but much to my surprise, people loved it and asked for more. So we shot everything with the camera in front of me, angled so you could see Mr. D and his whaling on me in the background.

Yesterday was all about testing. First, before he started quizzing me, he had me do this bizarre count. I had to count up from one, and then down from thirty, alternating the two. So it went like this, with each swat: "One, 30, 2, 29, 3, 28..." and so on. Reasonably simple, unless you're being whacked hard with each number and you can't think straight. He tricked me at the end of the first round and we had to start all over again. We got that count on video, which ended with my screeching, "You suck!!"

And after that began the Mr. D questions. Now, while I managed to get this uploaded to FetLife, I tried three times to upload it to Spanking Tube (so I could grab the embed code), and each time, it disappeared into the ether, no explanation. So I was forced to go to Vimeo once again, even though I don't like posting there, but it was the only way I could get a code to paste here and share with you guys. (Yes, I'm still getting error messages when I try to directly upload video on here. Blogger is effed up.) 

So here you go:

MVI 9826 from Erica Scott on Vimeo.

After the laughter came the tears. I was feeling bad about having to let go of a friend I'd known for years, because their behavior had gone off the rails and there was no reasoning with them anymore, so I had to disengage. So it felt so right to let go and bawl, embrace the pain, embrace Mr. D's tender but firm ministrations. One cane stroke stung so fiercely, I rolled over onto my back and curled up, but he simply coaxed me back into position and continued. After that, I stayed in place until he decided we were done.

Discreetly wiping my tears:

I'm getting used to going to the gym post spanking. That's not to say I like it; I'm just adjusting to it. :-Þ 

Enjoying a quiet day, doing some work. I thought I might get called back to the temp job I'd had one day last week, but I guess not. No worries. Last Wednesday, I wore dress slacks and pumps, put on makeup, blew out my hair, and sat at a strange desk. Today, I'm in my sloppies, my hair looks like a mop, and I can perv FetLife and other fun stuff in between work sets. You guys can guess which one I prefer. :-)

Hope everyone had a nice weekend.