****A friend sent me an email titled..."How Children perceive their grandparents".
I thought i would share them with you one at a time at the start of future posts...
My young grandson called me the other day to wish me a happy birthday. He asked me how old I was, and i told him, 80. He was quiet for a moment, and then asked, "Did you start at 1?"
I have never been an 'open book' type of person. I have to get to know you pretty well, before i let you in to see the real me...and even then, you might not get the whole story. ( As i am writing i am thinking...how did you ever start blogging?? lol). I am not a loner, i have lots of friends, socialize a fair amount, am always up for a road trip.
Master, as you might guess, was the exception, almost from the very beginning.
I used to wonder how He had developed x-ray vision, and sensors that would go off when i was struggling with something. In fact, He is not an action figure, He is a man who took the time and effort to get to really know me, the patience to show me that i could totally trust Him, and the wisdom to let me discover that indeed i could run to Him and He would have open arms.
Knowing all this, do i sometimes regress.....of course. I have been struggling with something, and finally decided to let Master in....He was not surprised, simply said, about time you turn around and run to me. Those of you who have been reading here for over a year, might remember that last year, i needed a lot of Master's "persuasion" to join a gym. I found a woman's gym....one that i had been a member a while ago and sort of enjoyed...but i never got to that point this time. And although i did lose some inches, i did not feel the result were worth the effort.
I tell Master, and have a few arguments ready to present......He immediately says stop going, don't even finish out your last month. Just about the last thing i expected to hear. He wanted me to try, and i did. He still wants me to do some type of physical activity every day, and i already have a couple ideas for that. He just wants me healthy and around for as long as possible......a goal i easily agree with.
Master then decides that we need more heat....yes it is still freezing here....but we are luckily avoiding all that snow some of you are seeing this weekend. He has me over His lap, and is using a light weight frog paddle, it us just the right implement to get me relaxed, and mellow, the type of spanking that one could enjoy for a long time. He switches to a heavier shamrock paddle, but with a warm up and over my jeans, i am beginning to think it is time to shed layers. Master agrees, tells me to get rid of the sweatshirt and jeans.
I am back over His lap, as He reaches in to grasp and pull and tweak my nipples, and hang on to them as He continues the spanking. It is a harder set, but i manage to get my head around it, and between sets Master checks for proof that i am enjoying....and helps to increase the 'enjoyment'. Once He has me dripping, He starts in with the hardest set of all, telling me i have permission to cum at any time. In addition with the spanks, Master adds His voice, telling me to cum, encouraging me, urging me on....and i explode.
Master does not let up as i am still squirming, and tells me to cum again, and spanks harder and faster.......and it happens, a second orgasm. It is rare that i can cum from spanking only, usually I need a little help to get over the top, but the stars seem to align just right this time. I flew to that place where there is no pain, it is just me and His voice and that paddle.....and boom.
Have a good weekend all