Thursday, June 29, 2017

Running in the Wrong Direction....

        Oh...life! It has been in full force the last couple of weeks...some of it good, some funny, and some producing more gray hairs!  There was a camping trip to celebrate a 6 year old birthday, we had a great first day, sunny with a breeze, time at the beach, a cook-out, games and a nature hike.  Day two we were just thinking about starting breakfast...and there was a tornado warning, luckily we had rented one of the primitive cabins, but still....We ended up with heavy rain and winds, but it sure did add some excitement.  And....family drama was back, which always me want to run and hide.  Grown kids, sometimes you wish you could just send them to their own corners til they learn to behave.
         Master was trying to help me cope and stay calm, I will admit not always easy to achieve.  This past Monday we were able to get back to us.  Since it was Monday it was maintenance...with one to make up. I struggled through the first 100, it had been a couple weeks without a hard spanking.  I did get a 'break'...Master style, on my knees, after each 50.  After the first 100, I was able to 'settle' in more and accept the spanks without as much wriggling and loud protests.  
              Master then tells me we have another issue to discuss.  I have learned to not try and guess what He is thinking in such situations so I just stayed quiet.  Master has several 'truisms' that He likes to use.....one of the first that He introduced me to, years ago is..."don't run away from me, run to me".  I used to hear it a lot, I was used to dealing with everything on my own, and it look me a while to trust that He meant it...good or bad...we get through it together.
                 Master asks me what direction I had been running in for the past week.....I had to admit, not towards him.  I had gone into my 'quiet, I need to handle this on my own' mode.  Master had given me opportunities, but I did not take advantage of them......forgetting we are a team.  Master tells me to present my bottom for 24 with the cane.  I say...that is a lot! He agrees and adds...maybe it will help you to remember what direction to run in...toward me!  I thought we had solved this issue a while ago.  I had to admit, so did I and that I had reverted to my 'I can handle it on my own' mode.  And burdens, problems, drama, are so much easier to get through when they are shared.
                    My son and family...5 and 7 year old grands...are on their way to grandma's for a week.  So I probably will not be around much..wishing you all a sparkly, sun-shiny, fun fourth of July....and to all the non-USA readers...hope you have sun-shine and fun also!
hugs abby
                 

Sunday, June 11, 2017

It's Baseball Betting Season!

      Those of you who have been around for a while know that I am a die-hard, since birth, Red Sox fan.  My mom would call me at the end of every game the Sox won...even if it was mid-night or later....so she could share the good news with me.  Master, does have one major fault....He always has been a (damn) Yankee fan.  This is one area where neither of us was going to change...so we usually place a wager on the games....and no money is exchanged hands.
       This pass week, was the first Yankee/Red Sox series this season.  I asked Master if we were going to bet this year, He looked like I had lost my mind....always, He replied. He told me to decide the terms and let Him know.  I thought of a few bets, but had not settled on one....my boys won the first game and Master asked me what  the wager was...I said I had not decided yet, was waiting to see what happened in the last 2 games. He laughed then said...nope, does not work that way.  Yanks win means I choose wood for the number of runs the winning team scored, times 20, Sox win you get the flogger for that many.  My boys were looking good and had won the first game, so I agreed (not that I really had any choice).  Much to my dismay, that other team won the next 2 games.
          Friday, I walk into the living room to see...a small paddle with holes, a cane and the flogger...and a grinning Master.  He tells me He is in a great mood, so He will let me choose the order, and He will throw in a hand warm-up:).  I know I want to end with the flogger...give me something to look forward to and end on a good note... so I choose the smaller paddle first, since it might be somewhat of a warm-up before the cane.  I do ask if we can change the multiplier....and just get a look....and a reminder, that this is a fun spanking.
       I am over His lap, for a lovely, much appreciated hand warm-up. Then it is time for the paddle score 1/9...He is not spanking nearly as hard as a maintenance spanking, but Master never just lightly taps....He does stop for some rubbing after each set. He asks if I would like a break before moving on, I nod and quickly get up and kneel and find His cock ....too soon, I hear time for the cane.
            He has me kneeling over the back of the sofa...and they are mostly quick taps....score was 8/0....and He does travel occasionally to my thighs.  My bottom is getting sore...it had just barely recovered from harder play Monday. I finally hear Master say, flogger time...I never count unless told to.
    I get to choose the position, I elect standing hanging on the the mantle..score 4/5.  Master does give me a delicious flogging with some swishing, all on my back.  My back and bottom are both emanating heat, and Master decides it is time to heat up other parts....
            I am already dripping, so it does not take long before permissions are needed, and we are both barely able to move.  Bet paid off.....and here's hoping my boys get better before the next series against those 'bad boys'....
Hope you are all having a great weekend, after weeks of cold and rain it is sunny here, supposed to be 90 by Monday....time to complain it is tooo hot!
hugs abby
       
         
       
            

Friday, June 9, 2017

Another First Monday...already??

     We all seem to think at one time or another that time flies, and as we get older it seems to pass at super-sonic speeds.  But since Master has started harder-play Monday's it seems that I hardly realize a whole month has flown right by.
       I was away this week for some 'girlfriend' time...some gambling, a hot tub, lots of laughs, a little shopping ...so my post about this month's harder play is a little late....
      Monday morning Master tells me...He wants me dressed as a school girl, and have a report card waiting for Him when He gets home...one that will show that I have not been a diligent student and need a 'strong reminder' of His expectations.
            I decided to go all out.  I had a letter from the principal along with a report card and comments waiting for Him, and I was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt when He finished work.  He asked if that was my school outfit...and I explained that I had not worn my uniform all week, explaining to the principal that I had spilled my breakfast on it Monday, and my dad had not had time to do any wash yet this week.
      That resulted in a raised eyebrow and being led to the sofa, bent over and hearing His belt moving through the loops.  He starts in with a scolding (He is a champion scolder, ) all the while letting the belt fly.  I was still dressed so it was over my jeans and undies, but I was OUCHING from the beginning.  That was for wearing my jeans and letting Him take the blame for not doing the wash.
     He then led me to a corner where I was to be perfectly still while He read His mail.  The letter was explaining why, unless things took a drastic change, I would be no longer welcomed to the school, followed by a list of the school rules I had "dis-regarded"...and the top one being...not working to potential, in fact not trying at all.  Another round of the belt.
       I then had to face Master as He opened and read my report card...I did get a B in reading, but then C's and D's.
Master pulled  out a paddle, and scolded explaining He expects all A's...yes I did start to argue, but His look quieted me immediately.  I was going to get 20 with the paddle for each letter grade below an A.....I pointed out a B was a decent grade, He replied that I loved reading, that one should be an easy A.  
               My bottom was warmed-up from the belting, but He was making His point perfectly clear.  I moved out of position once and was given a warning about starting over...I managed to stay put.  Master then had me repeat His expectations, and let me know that if I was asked to leave the school, I would not be sitting comfortable for a long time...He could spank me daily.
           I then was pulled into His lap, and we moved on to our more 'traditional' roles with some cuddling and loving.  
         In my daily conversations with Master this week, I reported a still sore bottom, yesterday it was down-graded to tender...it has been a while since a spanking has had such a lasting affect...
       It looks like that giant yellow ball in the sky has finally decided to make an appearance, we have had record rains, and no spring.  In the 90's by Monday, time to start complaining it is too hot...LOL. 
hugs abby