Yes i know i am a little early, but i will be getting caught up on grandma time during the next couple of weeks, so i am not sure how much blogging time i will have. When I was ill, my kids bought me an incentive gift....tickets for all of us to go see the Radio City Music Hall Christmas show...all i had to do was get better in time. I made it...the show is Saturday, we are all meeting at my daughter's, she is about an hour away from NYC, and spending Saturday getting lots of Christmas spirit going. I will be leaving with my son's family, to spend the week before Christmas with them, i have not seen his 2 little ones since August. The day after Christmas we are all meeting up again...this time in Maine. We will be celebrating Christmas will my mom, siblings, and nieces and nephews.....and grands....passing on family traditions to a new generation! Hopefully the weather will be some what cooperative, so we can get all this accomplished.
Master and i had some 'just us' time this afternoon. While i am kneeling for Him, He is searching through my toy bag. It is a rule that i bring my bag to all 'play' sessions, lots of times it does not even get opened. I start to feel a strange 'prickly' sensation on my breast. Master is using my little metal pinwheel toy. I love the sensation of it, just not so much on my breast. He is rolling it over, under and around my breast. He starts to concentrate on my nipples, rolling it over them, encircling them. I am squirming as i try to relax into the sensations.
Over His lap, for a hand warm up as we chat. Too soon, i feel the quick spank of my light frog paddle. I am enjoying the light smacks, when Master decided to concentrate on one spot, with harder smacks.....that light paddle is turning my bottom hot. He repeats with the other side.. He is a very symmetrical person. Then i feel a sharp,stinging spank...that hurts. I cannot guess what it is....it is a spatula. I though i had thrown it out last time Master used it.......Master then explained to me...that it is my bag, but i need permission to 'clean' it out. Next i feel the coolness of heavy wood....Master has found the Yankee's paddle. It is like a double whammy, getting paddled...with a Yankees themed paddle. He gives me 25 harder ones, and stops....says He is going to 'stir up the pot'....He uses His fingers, to bring me close, then backs off. He tells me He is going to continue, until i ask Him for 25 more with the paddle.
I decide to see how long i can hold out. I know from the beginning it is a losing battle...He knows my body way too well, and the of course...'she' is always cheering Him on. Master is telling me He has all the time i need, and to remember, no cumming without permission...and no permission til 25 more. He chuckles as my breathing becomes more of a pant, i am losing my battle......i try to talk to take my mind off what is happening to my pussy....finally i just have to admit...it is a losing (or winning , i guess) battle. I ask for 25 more with that darn paddle. I lay quietly as He is happy to fill my request, and i just want them to be over. As soon as they are, His fingers are back at it. My whole body has a big tremor, just as i ask for permission.......He does not stop after one......but i am beyond being aware of anything but sensations and tremors.
After some quiet time, and some being cradled on His lap, and more kneeling, during all of which Master is reminding me to be His 'good girl' while i am away. I answer that i will try, that used to be my standard answer...He replies with , don't just try do it....this time i reply with Yes Sir....
I wish all of you a holiday season filled with treasured traditions...and as much 'stress relief' as you need! I plan on finding time to check in with all of you at least once.....if not, i will be back in a couple of weeks.