I had a delightful, and...due to super crazy work schedules for both my daughter-in-law and son...an exhausting one. I was in charge of the girls for a few days and nights. They are loving and fun...but...school and swim classes and dance classes and gymnastics, in addition the everyday stuff, made me one tired grandma. There is a very good reason whey woman can not longer have children...after a 'certain' age.
One of the traits that i have come to admire about Master is His creativity. He likes to 'keep me on my toes', in a few ways. He often makes 'the punishment fit the crime', so to speak. He has showed me to expect the unexpected...often a good surprise. There are some things that are expected, that have a set routine....that are not surprising in the least. One of those is maintenance.
Maintenance day is Monday....we start the week, making certain that my 'head' is in the right place, that my bottom is sore, and that i am reminded....all of me is His. We always start with my naked kneeling. We might chat if there is something one of us wants to discuss. Master then stands behind me and starts to re-claim me. I close my eyes, slow my breathing, and Master covers my eyes, my ears, and touches all of me....usually quietly telling me, this is 'our time', just us. Time to close everyone and everything else out.
I am then invited over Master's lap for a hand warm-up. We often are chatting or making each other laugh. Too quickly, Master will ask me why we have maintenance...because it keeps me out of trouble, reminds me that i am His...and that question is my warning, hand warm-up is over. Master belielves that a maintenance spanking should keep me from wanting a harder one...( i disagree and my vision of maintenance is quite different, but we all know how much that is worth). Master picks up the maintenance paddle...a smallish, fairly heavy, wood paddle with holes. There are four sets of 25, with rubbing between sets, each set harder than the last. I often have to ask for the last 10....and add ... please make them the hardest ones.
I hate saying those words, but have learned that delaying is not in my best interest.
Master will then check to see if part of me has been secretely enjoying this spanking...and of course He finds what He is looking for. He then makes sure, than i can hear and feel the evidence, and that i am no longer concentrating on the pain and heat on my bottom.....
This is where the routine ends. Earlier this week, at this point Master asked if i would like to suck His cock. I flew off His lap and quickly got into position. He laughed as He said He loved my enthusiasm. Next, Master decided that He should re-warm my bottom , but since i had been such a good girl, He would use the small leather strap. I quickly got into position, and since i do love leather, and my bottom had been well-warmed up, i eagerly waited for the first 'kiss' of the leather. I am not sure how many, but enough to leave me dripping and badly in need of a permission. Master was kind enough to oblige....and make sure i needed more than on permission.
As for Master's creativity...today i had plans to spend the day with a friend.The first part of the day at a casino, and also part of the day outside walking along the water. Before i left this morning, Master asked how i was going to serve Him today....a qestion He often asks. I stopped to think, and said, i am dressed and ready, but i will go take off my panties and make it a no panty day. I expected a 'good girl', or a 'good idea' or 'great'. His reply...leave them on til you get to the casino...then take them off. Put them back on just before you leave to come back home. Has He ever given me these instructions before....no....but having to do the task...and seeing the undies in my purse all day.....i knew to whom i belonged.