Weekly maintenance, every Monday, has been a part of my life for around 6 or 7 years now. Wake up on Mondays and I think, I will be getting spanked today...a hard spanking. Do I dread it...not really...do I look forward to it...not really. I do see the advantages:
starting the week with a strong reminder from Master about His expectations
punishment spankings have been non-existent for almost 2 years
once the spanking is over, the real fun begins...with permissions and explosions
the consistency, Master's determination to make it happen, all of the above have quieted my "voices", quelled my doubts, allowed us to move forward.
Yesterday's maintenance is a good example of the love/hate relationship. After hugs and some chat...including a big congratulations...I reached a weight goal yesterday :)...I am kneeling naked, being reclaimed. Being reminded that all of me is His....
As i get up, I notice that instead of the regular maintenance paddle, Master has chosen the 'shamrock' paddle. It is green, shape of a shamrock, about the size of the maintenance paddle, but thicker. I groan to Master and He says it is about the same size...but i argue, I was expecting the other one, and was ready for that one, and.....He pulls me over His lap.
He asks if i would like a hand warm-up, Yes Sir. It is a long warm-up, becoming more intense as He continues, and soon has me squirming a bit. He is alternating, slow and hard, fast and hard, keeping me guessing. Then i feel the sensation of cool wood. At this point, Master always gives me the 'maintenance speech'....why we do maintenance, why it has to be a hard spanking, occasionally throwing in a question, just to make sure i am paying attention. When He stops talking, it is the paddle's turn to make a statement.
Four sets of 25, with a stop for rubbing after each set. The first set has me squirming, I settle a bit for the second set, but get vocal by the third and am just hanging on for the fourth set. Finally maintenance is over, I am often panting, limp, as Master is 'checking' to see if any part of me is reacting positively....He always finds that evidence, grrrr...
******dreading part over..now to the looking forward to part*****
Master asks what should come next, I let Him know I would love to suck His cock. Permission granted I get up, and enjoy His scent, His texture, His taste....and I can feel myself start to drip...Back over His lap, Master continues to 'prime' me, I am panting and squirming again (for a much better reason) wanting to hang on for as long as possible. I hear Master ask if I would like some spankings to urge me on...I nod...and Master is spanking, i know i am getting so close. Then i feel myself squirt, Master's signal to rev it up a bit, and I start to cum....and cum...and....until once again, I am limp.
Master is rubbing my back, my legs, my bottom, talking softly, until I can start to respond. I hear Him tell me He has some bad news for me...I look up at Him...He says, "the harder I spank you, the harder you cum". Now I would love to deny that, but below us is a big, sopping wet spot, that is evidence to the contrary. He continues, that was one great squirt....
Later when i am snuggled on His lap, Master is again congratulating me on getting to my goal. He says now i can relax and just maintain....I say, well, if you are willing, I have a different idea. Master looks at me surprised. I explain that the next month or so will be fairly quiet...then the middle of June brings birthday, graduations, grands' week at grandma's, and i get to cross off an item on my bucket list...the cruise! So I would like to continue losing...Master suggest another five....and i agree.
The two sides of maintenance....