If you have been reading here a while, you know that Master's welcome backs are always full of wonderful spanks, fun, hugs, and permissions. Not so much this time.
After the usual hugs and kneeling/re-claiming time it was over Master's lap for Wednesday maintenance. The tether ball paddle made its appearance, and on a cold, unspanked for two weeks bottom, it did not take long for me to become vocal. Master informs me this is His warm up, so i should settle down....not good news. Master stops for a chat. He says he did not hear or read the word 'exercise' at all in the past 2 weeks. I said, i climbed some stairs, did lots of errands, and stayed pretty busy....He was not impressed. He asked about since i have been back, have i even thought about exercising, did i even try to squeeze some in when i was gone.....not really questions i want to answer. He says....that is what i thought, so after no basement visit in over a year, we are going to have 2 this month.
I protest and say i do not want to go....that He is being mean....that is is a home coming...all to no avail. He takes my hand and
He starts right in....HARD....concentrating on one spot before moving on to another....and stopping to visit the extra sensitive sit spots several times. I am as loud as i have ever been, might be a good thing we are in the basement. He finishes with round 1, gives me a little break, while He reviews His expectations, and starts in for a round 2....it is a shorter round, but a harder one.....He is finally finished, I am trying to catch my breath and regain some composure. He asks if i know what will happen if we have to return to the basement again for the same issue...I say it will be a harder spanking (which is hard to imagine)....He says yes....He will be using one of His heavier, larger paddles.
We go back upstairs, where Master pulls my legs apart, and proceeds to check and see if i have reacted to the pain. I have......altho it was not intentional...LOL. He continues, and i close my legs....and am quickly reminded that they are to stay where He puts them. He gets me to the point of panting and groaning and wanting, and tells me to sit up...only 'good girls' get to cum. We talk about what my plan is ....and when i leave i drive on a throbbing bottom.
I signed up at a woman's gym this morning. One of the questions i was asked was what was my motivation to sign up at this time....luckily my filter was working....and my first 2 thoughts....to protect my bottom....or because of a Master with a large paddle...were rejected in favor of my 3rd choice...i want to tone up and build up stamina and strength.
One of the last questions was, what would be a good thing for her to remind me of when i need motivation....again i rejected my first thought in favor of being more active with my grands. I did my first work-out, was panting and heart was beating....but it did feel good.
So looks like i will puffing and panting, hot and sweaty.......hopefully in more ways than one!