Last week was one of those where family drama was the rule. I so dislike family drama. I know that some of it is always going to be around, but UGH...not on the main menu please! I know many of you are also in the same boat, and it does make rowing that boat a bit easier...but I hope we all manage to get that boat into harbor soon. ( I know i got carried away with the metaphor...indulge me please).
By the time Friday rolled around, i was ready to wave a white flag. Master greeted me, took my hand, and led me to the sofa. He sat and pulled me into His furry chest....such a safe place. He held me close and tight and told me to vent. That is not something i do easily...I am more of stewer.....but, as you all know by now...Master does not give up easily. Master gently prodded and asked questions, reminded me that i am not in this alone....and slowly i started to talk...to vent. Master continues to hold me tightly, to listen, to help me see some things from a different view point. Tears are shed, and slowly i start to breathe and see some things from a different view point.
I am finally relaxing, and i somehow find myself pulled over His lap. He bares my bottom, and starts to hand spank. They are just right, and i find myself stretching out, and just letting go....totally relaxed, in the moment. He chuckles, and asks if i am still with Him. I assure Him i am, He says then i am ready for some harder spanks. He moves to my sit spot, and the spanks are harder, but He is still using His hand. He stops frequently for lots of rubbing.
He wonders if i might be wanting some cock to suck on...i look up at Him with a grin, and move off His lap to position myself. I am soon totally lost and focusing on only one thing....giving Him pleasure....and all that drama is left behind.....( and yes, i do know, it will return). I am getting up and Master tells me to go to His toy bag and get the 'Pouty Pooh' paddle out....it is on the heavy side....the shape of Winnie the Pooh's face.
I hand Him the paddle, and He asks if i know why i was asked to fetch it. After a moment i say, because i tried to shut you out instead of coming to you earlier this week? He agrees that would have been a better choice, but also admits, that i am getting better at that. He then says.... Wednesday....
Now i know all of you are going to be screaming...ABBY...you know better! I texted my lunch time reminder, instead of calling. Why, ...because at the time it seemed so much easier than calling. After He got the text He sent me a text thanking me for the reminder, so i figured all was well....yes, i really should know better. Thursday, i did call, and the first thing He says is.....so you decided to call. I tell Him it is only 1 minute pass noon, so i am pretty much exactly on time....He says or...you are 24 hours late....ut oh. I say i am sorry, and we move on with our conversion.
So, i hand Him the Pooh paddle, and He pulls me over His knee. I get 10 hard ones, He stops and asks if that is enough to remind me that He expects a call....every day. I tell Him it is, and He asks what will happen the next time. He will double the spanks, since He will feel that He did not do a good enough job this time. At least double, He adds, as He pulls me in for some snuggle time.
Here's hoping that we all have a better week this week...