The last of the grands left this morning. What was to be a 5 day visit turned into 8 days.....grandma's house is just too much fun! I so love watching the four grands....they have so much fun together. We dyed eggs, had an egg hunt...yes with snow on the ground....bundled up and went to the zoo, to a children's museum, a couple indoor play areas, made cookies, wrote books, and more....we all slept soundly at night.
Master and i celebrated having some just 'us' time this afternoon. Master gives me that look...what are you still dressed and not kneeling ....look. I remedy that, and Master is claiming me, reminding me that this grandma is also His submissive. I feel myself calming, breathing, relaxing. I am re-focusing from grandma to submissive.
Master helps me up and over His lap. He starts with His hand, as i relax and enjoy the warm-up. We are chatting about the highlights of the past week, when Master switches to His little, but mighty, paddle. Conversation stops, it has been over a week since my last spanking, and i am squirming. Quickly i become vocal.....as Master is telling me He is just starting. He stops after a set...of maybe 50...to rub and tell me i need to relax and concentrate on accepting, and focusing the spanks to where they will be the most 'beneficial'.
He 'checks'....and insists that i am doing too much complaining, considering the 'evidence' He is finding. A second, harder set, and i am struggling...after i calm, Master warns me that the third set will be the hardest. I have finally reached that place of acceptance, where i am breathing and still, i can start to feel my moistness. Master congratulates me on how well i did with that last set, 'a good, hard paddling'...His words, since i would never use the words good and hard paddling in the same sentence.
Master's fingers are roaming, and i am enjoying every touch. I can feel myself starting to drip, Master is reminding me that i need a permission first...and that i should be thanking Him for my paddling. I move to my knees and proceed to let Him know, that i am thankful for the paddling...mostly for the fact that is is over and we have moved on to more pleasurable activities. Master stops me, and tells me i can finish later...He is not finished with me. I quickly rise......
...and i hear.....bend over legs far apart, bottom out. He is holding His cane. He tells me He has been waiting all week to cane me. He gives me one set, stops and traces the welts, and moves in soothes me with His body....then a second set, more soothing. I am hoping that He is done, when i hear ask me for a third harder set, i hesitate, but i have learned this is not a game i can win...so i ask. The third set is 12 hard ones...very hard....when He stops He once again traces the welts and tells me how hot my bottom is, and how He loves the feel of it.
Since i only thanked Him for the paddling, He suggests i now thank Him for my caning....i enthusiastically get into position. I do love His scent, His feel, His taste....and i am also pretty happy that the caning is over and am ready to move on to another activity.
Master soon has me panting, and begging for permissions...and screaming. When i have had enough and Master is bringing me back to reality He asks....remember that quiet girl who never would have thought of screaming or being loud. I chuckle, and say i do...and i am very happy to leave her behind.
I am going to try and to some catching up with all of you this weekend....