Master asks me if i know what day it is. I do...it is Monday. He looks and asks.....again...what is special about Monday. I reply..well today it is nice and sunny. He chuckles and says....You just will not say it will you...it is Maintenance Monday! He is right when He says...I bet you keep right on hoping, until the first swat, that I will say..no maintenance today. He is right, i do. "Not Ever Going To Happen".
I am kneeling, naked. Master starts off with just barely touching, but that light touch is electrifying. He then moves on to harder pinches...and i can no longer chat, i am just trying to remember to breathe.
He asks...what part of Abby belongs to me?..."all of me, Sir".
He helps me up, and i am laying over His lap. I tell Him i vote for a nice light maintenance spanking. His reply....this is not a democracy. I laugh and tell Him, those were the exact words i always said to my junior high students every year on the first day of school. I went on to explain that I was the queen...since all junior high girls consider themselves princesses. If the queen is happy, we all have a good time...if the queen is not happy , the students will pay. Master laughed ...no queen here, just a Master.
While we are having the above discussion, Master is warming my bottom with His hand. Yes, my bottom is heating up, it feels so good, He could go on all day...if this were a democracy. Master picks up the paddle and tells me...it is time. I am expecting a set of 25 hard spanks, alternating cheeks. What i get...is 5 HARD ones on the left, and then 5 HARD ones on the right. WOW..i am ouching loudly. Master says He was tenderizing my bottom for the rest of the spanking.
When we get to half way to 100, Master gives me a break and is rubbing my bottom. He tells me He would like me to lose 2 more pounds for the holidays, so i have more 'wriggle room'. In...a slightly sarcastic tone..i say 'it is nice to wish'. After about 30 seconds, Master starts to laugh out loud. When he stops He says....you are over my knee, being spanked, only half way done, I am holding a paddle....and that is the answer you give me. Would you like to re-word that?
I might be foolish, but not stupid. I say..."Yes Master that would be nice, i will try my best". Master says...better...and the paddle starts to fly again...2 more sets of 25. Finally maintenance is over, and Master is rubbing and soothing me. Then He decides enough soothing, He is now letting His fingers roam...and discovers...'a sopping mess'. Permissions are soon needed...and granted.....and then i remember why Mondays are a while lot better than they used to be.
I climb up on Master's lap for some snuggle time. Master pulls me in and says...."a damned good Monday".