For those of you too young to know what a funk is...it is sort of like the..blahs. That's been me lately...not sure why, well I do have some idea why, but there is not much I can do about it, and need to let it go...wish me luck with that.
The Maine vacation was mostly good, the family reunion had over 125 people, Mother Nature cooperated and we all agreed to same place, same time next year.
Master has been supportive, tried to be helpful and patient, watching over me. Monday found me kneeling being claimed by Master. He was concentrating on my nipples, tweeking, pinching, pulling and I was trying to not say what I was thinking. Finally I am over His lap, waiting for the warm-up to maintenance, when Master asks me if there is something I need to talk out or discuss. I shake my head ...no...He asks if I am sure....I nod my head....yes.
He is rubbing my bottom...I am surprised, but think I will be quiet and let this go on as long as possible. Master says...starting today maintenance will be doubled (200 instead of 100), and your 'leash' is now a lot shorter. I look up and back at Him...He continues...just telling you to run toward me, to let me help is not working. I know you do not like or enjoy maintenance spankings, so maybe doubling them will help you to remember to come to me, and the short leash will hopefully quiet your voices and you can concentrate on us. When I see a change, we will return to regular maintenance and your 'leash' will not be as short.
Once He is done, He starts in with maintenance. Four sets of 25, stopping for a bit of rubbing after each set. I am fighting the tears, and I hear, time for a break, on your knees. I am up and thankful...for the break and for the opportunity to serve Him in this way. The second 100 are 2 sets of 50 and I am very vocal.
He is rubbing my bottom and we are chatting, He asks if I know why these changes are happening...I do...and that they are in place until He sees a change. Master then reminds me that we have not yet, settled our baseball bet, and that the ' boys' are almost ready to play each other again...yes life has been just that crazy.
Neither one of us can remember the exact scores, but we do remember that it was a 4 game series, and that the total runs scored were almost the same. Yes, we could have looked it up, but just decided that we would each get to choose 2 'toys' and the number for each would be 50. He announces ladies first, and since my bottom is well-warmed from maintenance I choose the large leather strop. Master is making sure I enjoy my winning portion of the bet, and He is using just the right touch....50 comes too quickly.
Master is next and He chooses the cane...I sort of give Him a look, He tells me, it is His choice and besides the welts might help keep me focused in the right direction. Fifty with the cane, it is not the hardest caning but it does insure that I will be able to rub my bottom and feel the welts. My second choice is....the flogger....no surprise there. I choose to stand and lean against the mantle....fifty is way too short a flogging. At 50 Master tells me to turn around, hands behind my head...He is going to choose the flogger also (that is a first), but they will be on my front.,,,that is the bad news. Master spreads out the flogging starting with my breast, working His way down to my pussy and my thighs and legs. Time for some snuggling time...and a few permissions.
I had plans for today, taking an elderly neighbor to the casino for the morning and out to lunch. She loves to go, and no longer drives, her daughter does not see the need for a casino outing...Master told me to wear my right ankle cuff...luckily it is a coolish day here, so long pants we fine. He also reminded me that He needs to know every move I make....I smile and tell Him that sounds like a song title..His quick reply...it is a song I will be singing often...He does have a way with words.
Have a great week...