Master is one of those engineers who loves numbers. He makes sure both 'cheeks' get equal treatment, when more than one toy is used, they are used equally, keeping an accurate count is important to Him. It is sometimes important to me..depending on what toy is being used.
Yesterday, He wondered how many times He has spanked me over the last 12 years. I gave Him a 'who cares' look...but He did. So He started adding and multiplying and came up with a large number..to be honest i can't even remember what it was...but it was quite a bit over 1,000. I rarely doubt His math skills, but i did question them this time. He was averaging twice a week, but i reminded Him that for the first few years the frequency was much less....but He thinks it has more than averaged out. Of course all that talk about spankings, led us to increase the number.
So, i was naked and kneeling. This is one ritual that has been around for most of those spanks. It does shut the rest of the world out, and gets me to focus on just Us...and His dominance. Then i was over His lap for a long had warm-up,one that had me hearing and feeling my growing desire. He then pulled out the green shamrock paddle...a little out of season...but that is one thing Master does not worry about. It is wooden and fairly heavy.
He starts in, and i start to tense, but just as soon, after about the sixth swat, i just let it all go and relax. As soon as i do , i hear Master's...good girl, relaxing, accepting, enjoying. It happened much quicker than it usually does. He continued for a few sets, counting was the last thing i was thinking of...when He stops. I spread my legs, hinting at what i want next.
He chuckles, and tells me to get into kneeling position, and using just my mouth..no hands...to pleasure Him first. I quickly get into position, eager for His scent and taste.......and to know that i can indeed pleasure Him.
After i am back over His lap, He says my bottom has cooled, so it needs another warm-up. It is a short one, and soon His fingers are roaming, tugging, circling, ....in other words, driving me crazy. Permission is soon granted, i cum, a few times, then the after tremors, and soon all i can do is try to breathe and come back to earth.
Once i am capable of coherent speech, i tell Master that there lots of family occasions coming up, so i will be in travelling mode once again. After last year, i am glad to be able to go...The first is in a couple of weeks, for a shower, birthday, and Easter....and some time at my son's.
Master decides that it is a good time to reinstate that darn travel tax. So i get one week away tax free, then the tax is imposed for the second week, and should i be gone longer than 2 weeks, there is another increase. Since the tax was imposed...i think about 2 years ago...i have never gone over 2 weeks. Tax spankings are harder than maintenance ones. He never tells me i cannot travel....He just wants me back as quickly as possible....and that makes me smile:)
Hope you all have a great weekend...( it is snowing here...AGAIN!)