Welcome to LOL day...help with my next spanking!

   LOL day...Love our Lurkers!!!  We do love our lurkers, but we would also love to hear from you.
     I started off as a lurker, just reading and enjoying, getting new ideas, seeing what  a diverse group bloggers are.  One day I got the nerve to leave a comment...i mentioned it to Master.  He suggested i should start a blog.
Being the subby that i am...i did not.  Who would be interested...who would read....what would i say....Master gave me a couple of weeks, and the 'suggestion' became a...You will start a blog, I will help with the setting up, but it is your place to write about whatever you want.
    Now i am not suggesting that you should all start a blog...altho that would be great.....but what i discovered here in blog land is a wonderful group of people.  A diverse group to be sure, but a very accepting group.  I have made friends, i have a support group of people who i have never met, but who support me....when life gets a little rough. 
   So, continue to lurk...or just read...but just for today, how about a "hello". If you desire not to leave a name...non required.  I will return the hello, and maybe that is the start of a new conversation, or a new friend.
    To make things a little more interesting, i asked Master if anyone who commented today could help determine my next spanking.  So...if you comment, please add  what you would like Master to spank me with ...choices are...His hand, a belt, crop, or a paddle of His choice (:(...
For everyone who participates Master will give me 10 spanks with that choice.  So, if 10 of you choose belt...that is 100 with belt....7 choose crop...and additional 70 with the crop.  I will do the tally...Master reads here, so it will be accurate....My next spanking is up to you.....
And..thanks for reading....
hugs abby     

The Large Strap....

         This week's maintenance was today.  Master has decided to add a little variety to maintenance.  For months it has been with what has come to be known as the maintenance paddle.  It is smallish, and heavy.  Master's first words to me yesterday were.....large strap for maintenance.
      Yesterday ended up being 'one of those days', so maintenance was today.  Master first words to me....try not to think of the large strap all day...LOL...so devious.  That strap is long and heavy...very intimidating....it does not get use often.  Every time it does make an appearance, i  become apprehensive....til after we start, and then i remember...the kiss of leather.
       As usual we start with my naked kneeling time.  Just as i am about to get up, Master tells me to stay put....and is grinning as He starts to unbuckle....i help and am soon enjoying Master's cock.  He comments on my enthusiasm....which of course, makes me even more so.    
      Then it is over His lap for a hand warm-up.  He starts off very lightly, just tapping.  We are chatting and He is rubbing, massaging and spanking lightly.  You can guess how i react...i am panting, and i know there are no permissions until after maintenance is done.  Master laughs and asks if i am ready to the large strap...ready or not, i  know that we need to start before i explode.
      Master has me get up and lean over head down, bottom up and presented.  Maintenance is 100 spanks, Master says He will switch sides after every 10, He wants my bottom a nice even red color.  The first 10 feel really hard and have me getting loud fast.  He switches and the next 10 don't seem as hard....Master says it must be His back swing.  Master stops after every 20 to rub a bit, and see if i am reacting positively to the 'kiss of leather'.  I am, i can feel the wetness.  As Master continues, i am better able to accept the strokes, and look forward to the short breaks.  We finally get to the last 20....good news/bad news. They are the end...but they also will be the hardest.  He decides to switch sides after every  5....that helps a little with the smacks.  We finish, Master quickly pulls me up for a big hug, telling me how well i did.
          We then move on to more pleasurable activity, ending up with me spent and barely breathing.  Once i can move, Master pulls me onto His lap for some snuggle time......
         A reminder..tomorrow is Love Our Lurkers day....always a fun day to meet new people....looking forward to hearing from many of you...and it is going to be wintry here...a good day for blog reading.

hugs abby

Who was that girl......

      .....the one tied to a whipping post!
    
          Master loves projects....He is always working on several at a time..He is creative and talented.  He had a surprise for waiting for me today.  I walk into the living room and there is a ceiling to floor large post in front of the fire place.  There are bolts on it and a chain hanging from the top.  I am thinking what is that and why is it here....
         Master is grinning....He made a whipping post for me to be tied to...for Fun Friday.  I am not sure that tied to a whipping post is my idea of a Fun Friday....when Master tells me, in this case it is a flogging post.  Now, that has possibilities for fun.   
          We start with my naked kneeling time and a quick hand warm-up.  He then puts my cuffs on, and hands up, facing the post, i am tied to a whipping...flogging post.  Master says....1000 with the flogger.  I love His flogger, but 1000 is a lot, and i know they will not all be gentle...
            The first 100 are on my back, starting off lightly.  I start to relax, thinking....i am tied to a whipping post....He is so full of surprises.  He stops to rub and says my back is still cool, the next 50 are harder.  He asks if i am getting wet yet...and of course i am.  Then next 50 He aims at my pussy....back to fairly gentle ones.  He reminds me, i may not cum without permission...and there are still 800 to go.
            The next 100 are on my bottom, and the intensity is increased.  The last 10, He aims for thighs and shins.  Back to my back for the next 200 hundred, increasing in hardness, as i get louder.  The last 20 are the hardest, and i am glad to be at the half way point, til.....
              I hear Master tell me to twist around and face Him, time to flog my breast.  I am less than thrilled, but i am soon facing Him...eyes closed.  After the first 50 i am squirming, and starting to get vocal. Master stops an tells me that after the next 50, He will used His mouth to  soothe my breast...something to look forward to.  Once again He increases the intensity, the last 10, very hard and i am very loud.  Master loves a reaction...and He is getting one.  Finally we are at 600, and Master pulls up a chair...yes i am on the short side....for a long session of soothing my breast.  He is sucking, licking, lapping....soothing to the point of where i am once again squirming...but not from the pain...that has been forgotten.
              Master stands and says, not all floggings need to be intense.  The next 100 are more sensual.  He is gently swishing all over my front, and i am melting...and dripping.  
                Master has me turn back to face the post for the last 300.   When we get to 800, Master announces that the last 200 will be a real flogging..one to remember.  He moves further away, to get a better swing.  He starts off moderately hard and increases the force as He goes along.  When we get to the last 10, He goes all out.  He is quickly rubbing and massaging me...happy to announce that my back is nice and toasty.
                      Master unties my wrists and helps me to a more comfortable position where permissions are soon granted.  I get to snuggle into His furry chest, thinking .....who was that girl tied to a whipping post???

Have a great weekend all....snow is on the way here...:(
hugs abby
    
         
        
             

Do Over???

     Do over?  Those were Master's last words to me, as we were saying good bye.
   Maintenance did not happen on Monday, we tried, but no dice.  I was fine with that....Master however was not.  I know that maintenance has been good for me, i know that i am lucky that Master is so very, very, consistent with making sure it happens, but darn...it hurts!   So, today was maintenance Wednesday.
    I found myself over Master's lap getting a hand warm-up as we continued to chat.  All too soon, to my way of thinking, chat time was over. Master had picked up the maintenance paddle and was continuing my warm up, i tense up and am told to relax.....i try.  Master continues the warm up with the paddle, telling me He will continue with the warm up until i ask for maintenance to start. I hate asking, so after a few more minutes of the warm-up Master decides to check, and see if i am enjoying this warm-up and therefore do not want it to stop. He finds evidence of His theory.  He continues to probe with with His fingers, until i start to squirm.  I am reminded that cumming without permission is not allowed, and that He will continue until i ask nicely for maintenance to start.  I wait another minute or two, knowing i am walking a tightrope,  finally i ask,... please give me my maintenance spanking.
   Master immediately reacts to my request.  Maintenance is 100 hard spanks......i usually start being vocal and trying to 'swim away' after the first 10.  Master does not count aloud, and i cannot concentrate to count, so i try to hang in there, knowing that He stops after 50, to rub a bit and sometimes chat.  I hear...half way ...and He does not stop.  I complain, but He continues.  I am getting very loud, i swear, my maintenance spanking gets a bit harder each week.  Finally i hear last 20....that is always good news...we are almost done...bad news...He somehow manages to make these even harder.
     Finally, He is done spanking, and is enjoying the view of a red bottom and the feel of the heat coming from the same bottom.  As i am calming down, Master starts to roam again.....checking to see if He can take my mind off my sore bottom.  He can...and does....it so much easier to ask for permissions than to ask for spankings..:)  Just when i am thinking i could lay there forever, Master asks if i would like to sit on His lap and snuggle.  I quickly am being cradled and cuddled.....and life is sooooo good.
    Later, as i am getting ready to leave and Master is walking me to the door....Master asks how my bottom is doing...i smile up at Him and tell Him it is recovering. He then asks if i would like a do over right then.  I look at Him, and can tell...He is just waiting for me to start a nod or to give Him 'that' smile, or to hesitate long enough...to grab my hand and lead me back in.....so....i......give Him a hug and leave quickly....

hugs, abby
    
    
   
   
   
   

Feathers, flogger, belt, cane and.....hand.....oh my!

          Fun Friday was moved this week, i am leaving early in the morning. I have a lunch date with a very charming 3 year old....and will be trick or treating with a cat and a fireman!  So, today was a.....Terrific Thursday!
         A few days ago Master had mentioned a flogging in my future, i was all smiles thinking about it all week.  Then last nite when He wished me 'sweet dreams', He added...He was thinking of a caning for today.  I replied...you must mean a flogging, with my fingers crossed, but i knew....He mentioned it, so it was something He was wanting.
         I had a little surprise for Master, I had made a tally list of all your suggestions from a couple posts ago, feathers was at the top of the list, so i had also gone out and bought a couple feathers to put in my bag.   
       When i entered Master's i noticed He had a flogger, a belt, and a new cane...a heavy looking cane...out.  He was busy, so i was naked and kneeling when He walked in....and when He stood in front of me, i was expecting for Him to start 'claiming' me.  What i hear is we are changing things up today, and He starts to unzip.  I ask for permission to also use my hands and it is granted.  My first treat for today  is tasting Master.
     Master then 'claims' me as i continue to kneel.  When He is done i show Him the tally list, He laughs at the feathers, and i tell Him i bought some with me.  I pull out 2, rather large, bright red feathers.  He immediately says, so this is the color you want your bottom?  I start to backtrack as He is using the feathers on my breast, softly at first, and then hitting the feather against them.  I am trying not to laugh ( it is still the beginning of this play time),  when He manages to rev things up a little with the feathers.  He puts the feathers down and starts to use His hands and magic fingers.  He is playing very lightly, and i am soon starting to pant.
     *****this was one of those sessions where Master switched toys and intensity and positions quite a bit...much of it quickly became hazy....so you will be getting only a hazy account.*****
     Master tells me to walk over and get the 'toys' He has put on the chair.  I say the cane is heavy and thicker than the others, He simply agrees, that it is.   I am over His lap, a lovely hand warm-up, long and getting harder in increments. I am truly relaxing, until He revs it up more.  He then says...oh i forgot to tell you, today is pussy play (spank) day. My legs are already apart, as He starts spanking 'her', saying something like..she gets all the fun, she should get some of the spanks.  (Anyone else have conversations like this?).  He continues, until He reminds me i do not have a permission...and has me stand.
        Master then tells me to sit on the floor between His legs, up against Him, knees bent, and legs wide open.  I get permission to hold on to His legs, in fact He suggests it might be a good thing.  He picks up His belt, i close my eyes. He is using the tip of His belt to continue the pussy spanking.  I move my hands once and get a smack on each of my thighs, i reach for His legs and hang on tightly. He reaches and checks, to see if i am still wet....just damp.   Just as i am thinking...how many more..i feel a different sensation.  He has switched to the flogger.  I stop holding my breath, and start to relax.  This time when He checks, He is happier at what he feels.
      Master then has me get up and lean over, bottom up and out...ready.  Time for the cane.....He gives me a couple ...what He calls light swats... and i react, but stay in position.  He tells me to count, I start one, Sir, ....two Sir...when He says you are not thanking me.  We start over. They are certainly not hard swishes, but they hurt, we get to 10 and He asks me why He is caning me....i say because He wants to...He thinks that is a good answer. He starts over standing on the other side, 10 more...counting and thanking.  After that tenth one, He asks what i would say if He was finished with the cane...."Thank you Sir"....He then tells me to real reason for the caning was so i could feel my welts in the car, or last least some soreness and know He is with me.
    Master finishes with my favorite, a delicious flogging.  The flogging truly makes this a Terrific Thursday.  By the end, i am more than ready, and several permissions later, i am one sated, spent, relaxed, smiling, content, happy submissive.
     Have a good weekend, and watch out for all those little goblins tomorrow night.
hugs abby
       

      

If It's Monday it must be.....

   Maintenance Day.....
  
   Thank you to all of you who gave me wonderful suggestions for our next Fun Friday.  Fun Friday will be on Thursday this week....i am heading out for some Halloween fun with a 6 year old 'cat' and a 3 year old 'fireman'.
   
     I arrive at Master's, He is still working in the garage.  So i get ready....naked and kneeling.  He enters and claims me...reminding me that i am His...all of me.  That this is our time, time to be who we are at our core...submissive and Master.  He then tells me to give Him my hands, He takes them and squeezes them, telling me that He is giving me His strength, to get me through the tough times and to remind me  that He is with me...always.  
   He then tells me to get back in position, and He starts 'playing' with my breast.  He is squishing, squeezing, tugging and pinching.  I move my hands and am reminded to keep them in position.  He then decides that He has not used my little pinwheel toy in a long time.  I love that pinwheel!  He starts with one breast, wheeling it up and down, from the top of my breast over the nipple on the way down.  He completes a few 'trips' and is not happy that there was no trail left...He repeats, only harder, and again.  There is a little pink, and i am starting to debate how much i really do like that pinwheel, when He decides to soothe the area.  He is licking, lapping and sucking until i can barely breathe.  I hear myself moaning, He is reminding me that permissions have not been granted....i reply that i am so wet.  He decides it is time to even things up and repeat the same with my other breast...the pinwheel and the soothing.    My nipples are getting so sensitive i pull away a little but quickly move back towards Him...He chuckles...can't stay away?
   Master 'checks' and agrees that i am indeed getting very 'moist'...we had better proceed to the maintenance part of the day.  I am over His lap and He starts in with somewhat light taps with the maintenance paddle.  I am thumping my leg up and down, when He tells me to keep it still.  I reply that they are not crossed, (another no, no), He wants them quiet...self control.  Luckily we are on a sofa, so i tuck them into the cushions.  He wonders why i am so 'antsy' and squirmy when this is 'just' a warm-up.  The problem is that i did not get a hand warm-up....He soon remedies that, giving me a long hand warm-up.   When He starts in again with the paddle, i am less 'squiggly'.  
    It is time for the real thing, back to the paddle.  He stops for a quick break after 50, the next set gets progressively harder, i am getting vocal and trying to remember to breathe.  He then says last 20...i groan...they are harder still...and when He gets to 10, He says He miscounted and stops.  What a relief.
   His lovely and talented hands then start to wander, as we discuss maintenance.  Why it is a hard spanking, and what are the benefits...and about the importance of consistency.  It does not take long before i am incapable of keeping up with my part of the conversation.  Permissions are needed and granted....
    I then remember that i had been told to remind Master that i had earned  an extra spanking this morning for forgetting to add a Sir to a text.  It has happened before, and He usually just reminds me.  This time He told me to remind Him...UGH.  He tells me the Sir makes Him special...i do not call anyone else Sir ...do i?  No, but there are many other things that i do not do with anyone else...but i get His point.  He asks if i need a new rule, where I will get a certain number of spanks added to maintenance each time i forget the Sir.  I say no....He says He will give me a week, if i forget the new rule will be added.  He then gives me 10 more fast hard ones, during which i have to count and thank Him after each one.  It is hard to keep up but i do.....
   
     Now, i need a favor from all of you....Maintenance Monday's are an ..obviously...weekly occurrence in my life.  They are pretty much the same each week...at least the spanking part is pretty much the same..the rest..well....there are variations. What i would like to know is....are all of you getting tired of reading about M/M days.  Please be honest, my feelings will not be hurt...

hugs abby
    

Fun Friday..1000.........

           Last Friday our 'fun' consisted of 1,000 hand spanks.  It was amazing, the only little blip was Master saying this week should be 1,000 with His little paddle.  He mentioned it once again this week, and i did say that i did not think that would be much fun....but He laughed and said...it's a little paddle.
           Today, the paddle is out and very visible.  We chat and hug, and i start my kneeling time.  He loves to tease me as He approaches my breast...will He be the kind, gentle Master.....or the Big Meanie who loves to pinch and squeeze and see me squirm.  He chuckles as He adds...either way , you end up wet...
           I am over His lap, and we are discussing this blog and my latest entry.  He reads the posts, but not the comments, but is always interested in what everyone is saying.  He wonders if my blogging friends would like a say in our future Fun Fridays...suggestions as to what toy He should use for the 1000 spanks.  So i am putting it out there... and counting on the fact that you are all going to place nice for me.  Some of the toys we use, include a light weight froggy paddle, a heavier weight NY Yankees paddle, a horse hair flogger, a large leather flogger, a tawse, His belt, large strap, a smaller strap,...or anything you think would make for a Fun Friday.
     Back to today, as we are discussing possibilities for future Fridays, Master is giving me hand warm-up.  He then reaches for the paddle, and starts in on what i think is the beginning of the 1000, but i am informed it is still His idea of a warm - up.  I do think these should count, they do feel much harder than a warm-up.  Master decides to switch paddles, and pulls out a light-weight kids game paddle.  Now, 1000 might not be so bad.  That only lasts for about 100, when He switches to a heavier and larger shamrock paddle.  I quickly make my views known....but we all know how much they are worth.  The next set is with His NY Yankee's paddle, which actually feels much better than the shamrock one, but is about the same weight...my bottom must be very warmed up.  When i make that comment Master laughs and says hardly...and has me touch my bottom...it is only warm...not hot.
     As He is rubbing to check the temperature, He checks elsewhere, and says, part of me is getting very wet....i knew this to be true.  Master soon has me squirming, and decides to used my large toy, He makes sure i am dripping, when He inserts it again and tells me to close my legs and keep it in place.  He is going to spank me 100 times with His paddle, and i cannot cum until the 100 is up, if i do i will get paddled by the remaining amount after i cum.  He turns the toy to high and asks if i understand...i do.
    He starts with the spanks, they get harder, but i also am trying harder to relax and not get to 'that' point.  I succeed, but know that i am dripping.  Master decides a hard fucking (used that word for a couple of 'friends')...is in order.....i am off..and off....and off.  He gives me a short break and i start squirming again, He helps me out and...in Master's words...it is like a wet tidal wave...i just keep cumming.  When i stop i can hardly breathe, Master is calming me, massaging, hugging, talking softly. 
     When i can talk again, He asks me how many times did i cum...i have no idea....He says He did not count , but we could count this as the 1,000 cum Fun Friday. No it was not 1,000, but i am sure it was a record...:).  Master asks if i had been holding back and finally released it all....maybe.  I do know ...it will be hard to top this Fun Friday!
hugs abby                    

Tune-up Tuesday...

     Master gave me a different title, but i cannot exactly remember it...hopefully this one will do...if not we will both hear about it.

     Thanks to a very kind Master, our regular M/M day was moved to Tuesday this week. A friend and i finally both had a day to share together, only it was a Monday, and we wanted all day to ourselves. Normally i really do try to avoid Monday commitments....but this time i asked Master for permission...and it was granted!  Then, an elderly neighbor/friend from up the street called yesterday and needed a ride a doc's appointment and some testing today. Her daughter had to cancel, so i agreed and then told Master, and He said to let Him know when i was available:)..
      So, finally today i was kneeling, naked for Master, being reclaimed by Him.  He touches all of me, mostly gently, covers my ear, then my eyes, quietly telling me to shut every thing else out...this is "Our" time....just for Us.  He then pinches and squeezes my nipples, and i move my hands, but quickly put then back behind me.  He reminds me they are His, His play things, and He likes to play with them, and He squeezes again ..hard...i am holding my breath , but better prepared, and stay in place.
       I am then over His lap, He is hand spanking, quickly increasing the tempo and the strength.  I then feel the coolness of His maintenance paddle, He is lightly spanking while we continues to chat.  I start to squirm and He laughs, reminding that maintenance has not even started yet.  He then asks me why we have maintenance...to keep me from getting into any trouble that would require a basement punishment. He then tells me that i am to remind Him to give me extra spanks when we are finished, i think a minute and then ask why.  Because i did not ask before agreeing to give my neighbor a ride.  Yes, we both know He would have said yes....but i did not ask first.
      He then lets the paddle fly, hard and fast...all over my bottom.  It does not take long for me to be loud and moving.  He stops for a short break, checking to see if "she" is enjoying....He very happily claims 'she ' is.  He continues to stir the pot, and when He has me wet and ready and needy  p, He announces it is time for round 2  (100 in all...that is the weekly counts for a maintenance spanking. I did not know that until today...and some days it seems like a lot more.)      
     Finally He is finished, i relax and open my legs...to remind Him there is unfinished business.  He tells me to get up and kneel between His legs, i eagerly move and find what i am hungry for....a taste of Master.  I am back over Master's lap and He asks if i need more.....I am trying to decide how to answer, when He decides that i do.  Another round of maintenance follows, my bottom is on fire....but the rest of me is calmer ( how that happens, i have no idea, and would probably deny that it does to anyone but Master and all of you:).  It is then finally time for me to enjoy several permissions.
      After i am breathing normally again, i ask Master if that second round of maintenance covers the extra spanks i was told to ask for...it did not.
So i ask for the extra spanks, for not asking first...and i get 10 more....hard, slow ones.
    We are chatting about the rest of the week, when Master brings up a new topic...new to us.  He asks how i would feel being spanked in front of someone, or watching someone being spanked.  He has been to spanking parties and spanked a partner in front of others....a long time ago. He wonders if i would let my 'bratty play' side out, or just be the good little submissive. I think i would take my cues from Him...i certainly would never want to embarrass  Him by being too 'cheeky'...He is not worried about that.  So, is that the next stop on our journey, i am not sure.....but if it happens, i am sure He will know just how to make it an experience i will be pleased to look back on.
      Hugs abby
      
    
    

     

What's a girl to do with 1,000 spanks?*

    * Master's choice of a title...and a question He answered nicely today.

    Yesterday was the 1,000 spank day that Master promised me on Tuesday.  My cold is better...not gone but lots better.
     After hugs and naked kneeling time, i was over Master's lap.  He explained that the 1,000 spanks would all be with His  hand, and that i could cum at any time without permission, until the last spank. After the last spank, the rule was back in effect.
     For the first 500, there was a break after every 100.  Master spread the spanks around, mostly all on my bottom, but making sure to cover all of it.  During the breaks He would rub, and massage, and gently touch.....I started to encourage Him to explore elsewhere...He chuckled and said He would not help me, i had to cum on my own.  That has happened before, but it is never a sure thing. 
     At 500 it was break time for Master's hand.  I was helped up, so i could kneel between His knees, it had been a long time since i was able to taste Master.  I eagerly sucked His cock, savoring His taste, my hot bottom adding to the sensations.
    When i was back over His lap, Master announced that there would be no breaks for the last 500.  He started in, i was not even trying to count, but i soon was wriggling and  panting.  He spanked all over, they seemed harder, or my bottom was more 'tenderized'.  I started to feel myself getting wetter and very needy......finally it happened, i let go, and had my first orgasm...followed by 2 more. ( Master later told me  how many....i was in a haze).
    When Master stopped spanking i asked Him how his hand felt, He placed it on my back.....it was HOT!  He then decided to check and see if my 3 O's had satisfied me....not by long shot.  I was so wet, and ready.....i remembered to ask for permission again, and again and again and.....  When i was done, i was spent and more relaxed and at peace than i have been in a long while.  Master said that my lung power was not suffering from my cold....i had been on the extremely loud side.  We have the luxury of an empty house, i have learned to appreciate that!  I said i was sorry...He laughed and said I worked hard to get you to exercise your lungs....don't you apologize.
  I asked Master what His hands were made of...He replied the same thing my bottom was, since it was red and hot...but no bruising.  Master suggested next time we try 1,000 with a hair brush, i let that snarky word ... no..slip out.  Master laughed ....
   So what is a girl to do with 1,000 spanks....enjoy every single one...and any other benefits she might be able to make happen:):)

hugs abby

Day 4...Seven things that cross my mind a lot....

     So....i sort of panicked when i read this....first thought was..which 7 do i choose....next thought was...can i choose 7 that will not make everyone think i am crazy!  Here goes....and they are not in a any special order...

1.  Of course....my grands. This is helped along by the fact that i get new pics every day... lucky me!

2.  Master,  we are are  frequently in touch, He likes to keep close tabs on me....i never...well never before Master....thought that being kept close tabs on could be a good thing.

3.  Health...good and bad.  Since last year, i am truly thankful for every day that i am healthy and able to enjoy the day....even if sometimes my knees let me know that i am getting older.

4.  Food....yeah, but in a different way than i used to...that is progress.  I now am much more aware of everything i eat, and plan ahead if a special meal is in the works for dinner...(with the exception of ice cream..i am always ready for ice cream).

5.  The disparity in the distribution of goods that exists today.  I taught in a city school for a long time...and the lack of the basics for the students i saw each day will never leave me....but will always prod me on to try to help.

6.  If it's baseball season the Red Sox......can't help it once a fan, always a fan. 

7. "Who should i give a smile to, today?"  That is a question i ask myself before i even get out of bed every morning.  Once i have an answer...a phone call, a written note, a small surprise gift, a donation of time to a cause......i start my day with at least one 'must do' for the day.

hugs abby

Ten to one....day 3...winning my heart

     Eight ways to win my heart...

1.  Chocolate:)

2.  Listen to me with your ears and your heart

3.  I do not need grand gestures....unexpected little surprises are what make me smile.

4.  The greatest gift ....someone's time.  Make me feel i am a priority.

5.  When I start to think I am in charge, rein me in, with words, a look, a hand or even a paddle

6.  Hugs, snuggles, holding hands......

7.  A willingness to explore new things together

8.  Once my heart is won, do not stop trying all of the above.

hugs abby
  

Day 2....9 Things about myself...

          This one sounds easy, but i feel like i have already shared most of the 'cool' stuff.....

1.  I once spent 2 afternoons at a bar in New Orleans  (with 2 extremely good friends) singing "New York, New York", while doing our version of the can can.  Yes, they invited us back for the second day.

2.  Growing up i had 18 sets of aunts and uncles, mostly all living in the same small town.

3.  I never drank coffee until about 7 years ago....then i spent a week at my sister's and her Kurig made me an addict.

4.  I have kissed the Blarney Stone.

5.  Halloween is my least favorite holiday...not sure why....did not even like it that much as a kid.

6.  My hair was once all the way to my bottom.

7.  All of my family photos are in albums (well back when we took real pictures), labeled with year and names on the back. Yes, that is a whole lot of albums.

8.  One of my goals is to go skinny dipping....yep, has not happened yet.

9.  I got to hold all 4 of my grands within an hour of their birth.

hugs abby

Spanked and Ten to One....

         I'll cut right to the point...i got spanked today.  I wasn't positive i was ready, but then i also knew it had been way too long.  After lots of hugs, and chatting and more hugs and some naked kneeling, i found myself over His lap.  His hand rubbing and massaging and spanking, and i started to breathe and relax, to stop thinking, to just be.....
           When i started squirming, He laughed....He was still using His hand, and by His standards was still in the warm-up stage.  I felt the coolness of wood, looked back at Him.  He reminds me we have missed quite a few M/M's......He will not make them up, but it is not too late for one this week....we only missed it by one day.  It was certainly not the hardest, not the longest, maintenance spanking, but i  quickly got vocal and tried to move out of range.  He stopped and told me His original plan was to welcome me back with 1000 spanks, but my cold changed His mind. Quickly adding, He still is  planning on it, later this week.  
             We then move on to more enjoyable activities, I am wet and ready, and a few permissions later, laying spent.  Master pulls me  into His lap, holds me close, letting me feel His strength.  He tells me i am to let Him know if i am having a 'rough' day, He will be there for me.  He does not want to think i am fine, when i am struggling...He makes me say the words, i will tell Him.

         Sofia, over at inlovingsubmission.wordpress.com has been completing ten to one and it has intrigued me, so i have decided to join her. 

Day one....Say ten things to ten people...

1.  To all of  you:  Thank you for reading here and for accepting me.

2.  To my youngest daughter:  I am so proud of you, you have conquered so much and are such a blessing to many.

3.  To one on of my  sister in law's:  Really???  Can you think of anyone but yourself?

4.  To the lurkers out there:  Let us meet you, we are a friendly bunch, and love everyone's comments.

5.  To my sister:  thank you for all you do for everyone in our crazy, fun loving family.  Your house is always open, we fill all of your bedrooms, and my grands love their 'mimi'.

6.  To my first principal: You allowed me the freedom to find my way of teaching, of connecting... your encouragement started me off on a wonderful career.

7.  To a special friend:  We have done it all, traveled, cried, laughed, encouraged each other, helped each other out of 'tough spots', drank too much, slept too little....and we are not done!

8.  To Who is in charge of such things:  Could you not have endowed me with at least a tiny bit of either artistic or singing ability?

9.  To Master:  You opened up a whole knew world to me, when i really needed it and have never stopped surprising me.

10. To my mom: I love you more...:)

hugs abby



              

A note of thanks.....

     First of all, I want to thank all of you for your thoughts, prayers, and notes wondering how i was doing. I really meant to answer all  your comments, but I just could not.  I have re-read them, and they all touched my heart....thank-you for them.
      After the funeral, my sister and I worked on cleaning and sorting and notifications.  It kept us busy, and filled with wonderful memories. I then went to spend some time at my son's. Having a 5 and 2 year old light up every time they see you and run to you with wonderful hugs helps one recall their blessings.  It was busy, which was good, and fun.
       I just returned home a couple days ago, fighting a losing battle with a cold....and exhausted.  Master deemed today to be a 'jammie' day for me, and i gladly complied....taking cold meds and cough drops and just vegging...and catching up on all of you. I did do a little reading, and even less commenting, but I have started to remedy that.
       Master has kept an eye...or two ...on me. Someone to lean on, to rely on, someone who considers it His job to take care of me...and i needed that...still do.  Last week He started to remind me of the part of me that i had been ignoring, giving me a special task to do each day....We had planned on M/M starting today, but i just needed a do nothing day and it was granted.  
       Thank you all again...
hugs abby

Saying Good-bye

         My mom and dad reunited yesterday, i know she missed him very much over the last three years, and He has been....not so always patiently...waiting for her.
          The last 3 days have been difficult ones, her breathing becoming more labored with each breath, her attempts at communication frustrating her....but there were also many special moments.
           My siblings and i do not always see 'eye to eye', but we do know how to support each other in times of sadness, times when we take turns being 'the strong one' for the others.
           I had the honor of spending mom's last night with her..we were taking turns, not ever leaving her alone.  I was awake all night, holding her hand, talking quietly to her, listening to her take each breath then listening to hear the next one.  She had a couple moments of awareness, and during the last one, i looked at her and said....'I love you more'...it is how our family ends most of our conversations, thanks to mom....she in a voice that i could had to hold my breath to hear....replied...' no, I love you more'.  I squeezed her hand, touched her face and said, 'i guess i love you the same, then'......she replied.....' yes, the same, that is good'.  Those were her last words.
                    She was such an example of how to live your life.  She taught many about unconditional love.  She did not always agree with, or understand some of the choices others made in life, but she did not let that diminish her love for them one bit...and they knew it.  Her grands and great- grands knew that a visit to memere's met fun and treats and lots of hugs   and kisses.  She will be missed by many.....
    You taught me so much about life mom....all of the important lessons a few of them ....
       .....don't hold a grudge
       .....always forgive
       ......giving of yourself to others is the best gift
      .......love with no strings attached
      .......have fun....and that includes dancing on tables!
I love you the same mom.....
hugs abby
                

The Importance of Words...

    I am sitting at the airport, once again.  I never thought i would be considered a frequent traveler, but this year i certainly come close.  I am headed back to see mom, there is a conference this afternoon with the doctors, and my sister and her hubby are taking a quick get away starting tomorrow.  I am hoping to also get to my son's next week to go to my grand-daughters special grandparent morning in her K class.
     I have always been a 'word' person....some people....maybe lots of people....would also say a wordy person.  I have always been a word puzzle addict, any type, lately crossword puzzles.  I even have my 6 and 5 year old grands working on easy ones...they are so thrilled to sit by my side and beat me to the finish!! Book worm has also been a word used to describe me.  I have always loved to read a good book...and occasionally a not so good one.  When i retired i joined a book club...check that off the bucket list.  We have a rule, you only have to read as many pages as your age, if you still are not engaged in the book...find another, there is always another.
My kindle is where i keep the books from the authors i have met in blog land...
    The spoken word is also important to me.  Luckily, Master is a master at the spoken word.  He can make me laugh....we share the same, a little weird, sense of humor...He can make me cry, think, sigh, smile....He can get me wet and needy...all with His words.
      Yesterday, as i was kneeling naked for Him, He was reminding me that i may be away, but He is with me.  All of me...always is His.  He was gently, and then not so gently enjoying some breast play. He suggested i might want to ask Him to squeeze them very tightly and hold them like that.  I looked at Him.....and He laughed.  He decided to sweeten the offer, if i asked, He would follow up with a nice soothing sucking and licking, and He went on to describe what his tongue and mouth would do to my breast.  
Yes, I asked......and He had me  holding my breath as He squeezed and held on.......and panting when i received my reward for asking.
      Then i was over His lap, enjoying a wonderfully long hand spanking.  Master then announces that He needs to get me caught up on the maintenance spankings i will miss while i am away.  I do not think it is necessary, but you know how far that got me.  He has the maintenance paddle nearby....that thing seems to be attached to His hip.  It is a long, hard spanking, I go from panting to trying to move to away, to ouching, to letting Him know it HURTS.  He finally stops, and is not sure it is enough to last me...i assure Him it is.
     He then says that maybe i need some stripes to bring along with me.  They last longer, i can touch and feel them for a longer time than maintenance.  He asks me what i think...i reply that i do not want a caning.
He says OK, but think of all you will be missing out on.  He then proceeds, as He is rubbing and teasing and getting me to go from moist to wet to dripping, to describe in detail what i will be missing, but it is my choice.
    Ah...words...they can be so persuasive.  I do end up asking, but ask for it NOW, since i do not want to cum before, He chuckles and asks if i want 6 or 12...i leave it to Him....12 it is.  My bottom is more than warmed up from maintenance, but He is making sure there will be remembered by me as i start my journey.  He is very pleased that i asked for both some hard breast play,and a caning...and wonders out loud if that is the sound of another wall crumbling???
     Then it is on to more pleasurable pursuits for both of us.  Permissions are granted, we snuggle in closely, and then has me climb up on His lap so He can hold me close, and reminds me that He always keeps me close, i need to keep Him close also.  
       While i am away the words become even more important....thankfully i have a Master who is a master at words........
        hugs abby
    
     

Promoting the fight against Bullying....

         Mona Lisa  posted about Joining the Fight Against Bullying...I originally put that as my title...but I have been in the fight for a very long time.
          My first teaching job was in a K--8 school.  It was wonderful, I taught 6/7/8 grade English.  There were many times that i had the privilege of teaching every child in the family.  It was a very close knit community. Still today, many of the students will contact me, hug me when we meet accidentally ....I have wonderful memories...and one memory that always brings tear to my eyes.
         Danny was a 6th grade student.  I had taught his two older sisters, one of them had invited me to her High School breakfast for a teacher we will never forget.  I was close to the kids and the parents.  Danny was a small boy, not athletic, more of a book worm.  He struggled to fit in...and he was an 'easy' target.  Danny was in professional counseling...the last report from the counselor was the his self image was improving, and she was going to recommend an end to the counseling.
         Two weeks after that report, Danny hung himself.  His sister's found him.  I will never forget that phone call, going to the home of the family, hugging the parents, sitting with the 2 girls, trying to somehow comfort.  I will never forget  having to tell classmates....Danny was in my homeroom, by request....Danny did not mean to die, He was just asking for help, and discussing how we treat each other...and bullying...i was blunt...
I will always remember Danny's parents hugging me at the wake, thanking me for all I did for him...when all I felt was that I had failed him. I will never forget taking a group of 11 and 12 year olds to their first funeral...for a classmate.  I will never forget being at the cemetary  and watching as Danny's parents refused to leave their son for the last time.  Most of all I will  never forget Danny...On the weekend that he died, I still shed tears....I promised Danny that i would do all i could to prevent bullying.
           At my next job in a 7/8th grade school and friend and I piloted a new 
anti-bullying program.  We met weekly, we had workshops, I re-told Danny's story.  I hope it helped, at least a little.  Truth be told, there is still bullying, maybe it is even more rampant.  It has to be stopped.  Mona posted this anti-bullying pledge...

     This is for me....
      my friends today.....
     And my friends tomorrow.

     I think being mean stinks..
     I won't watch someone get picked on.
   
     Because I am a do-something person...
     not a do-nothing person.

     I care....I can help change things
     I can be a leader.

     In my world there are NO bullies allowed.

     Bullying is bad...
     bullying bites....
     Bullying bothers me.

      I know sticking up for someone is the right thing to do...
      My name is abby
      and I won't stand by
      i will stand up.

hugs abby

The "Hang Up"

   Thank you all for all the support, hugs and prayers.  They  help.

        Master told me today that i had challenged Him.  I was not sure what He meant. He explained.....when i hung up on Him, and yes it was a deliberate hang up....it was something that had never happened before...and that He NEVER wants to happen again.  He felt that it deserved a new punishment, not a basement visit or a hard spanking....something more memorable.  I will admit, i listened to all of this with a bit of trepidation....He can be very creative. He had been thinking about it for over a week.
        We started of course, with my naked kneeling, it has been a while.  He slowly reclaimed every part of me, reminding me that no matter what is happening, no matter how long between spankings, no matter what.....all of me is His.  He takes care of and protects what is His, He has me 'covered', always.  He then tells me the quickest He knows to get me into my submissive mind set, is to have me suck His cock.  He is , of course right, and it has been to long since i have enjoyed the taste of Him.
     He then has me rise and tells me that since i used my hands to 'disconnect' us....my hands will be punished.  He is looking for the short strap, but cannot find it so He decides to use His belt.  He tells me i am to hold my hands open for Him and not pull them away....He will give me 6 on each hand....if i pull a hand away, He will add two more.  Now, i have had my hand strapped, maybe twice, and only one smack and each time i pulled them away.  I tell Him i don't think i can do this....He tells me i do not have a choice, so i will do it.
     He has me stand in front of Him and hold out my hands, He will alternate hands. He says it is my choice, but shutting my eyes might help me to not to pull my hands away.  I think that is a good suggestion, so i decide to shut them.  He tells me to get ready, and He touches the hand that He is going to begin with, a smack..and  OUCH and shake my hand out, and immediately start telling Him i did not take it away.  He tells me to calm, shaking is allowed, i just cannot try to hide my hands....oh...and i have to thank Him for each one before He continues.
    I know He is not swinging as hard as He could, but it does HURT.....and it takes me a while to get to the Thank You Sir part.  After the fourth one, my phone rings.  Master tells me to go check, and if it is family to answer it.  It is my sister....my mom is settled in, is happy to be out of the hospital, and looks a little better today.  The doctors are planning a meeting next week.  I finish my chat, thank Master for stopping, He smiles and says...of course.  Then, immediately tells me to get back in position.  That kind/meany dichotomy is such a turn on...but getting the balance right is tricky. (think that will be a future post.).
     He asks how many more we have to go....4 on each hand.  It takes a while but we finally are finished.  He asks it that is something i want repeated......and reminds me that repeating a punishment means He did not do a good enough job the first time.....I assure Him, i have lost any urge i might have had to ever hang up on Him again....Much to my surprise, my hands do not look red, they feel a little warm, but that is all...
    It is time for me to relax over Master's lap.  He is using His hands to spank, rub, massage.....i am soon limp, and headed for a place of total relaxation.  Just as i think i could take a nap, I feel the coolness of wood.  Master asks if had forgotten about maintenance.  He says He will take it easy on my and not give me the weeks we have missed, just this week's. 
It has been a while, so it does not take me long to get very vocal.  He finally finishes and 'checks' to see if i was complaining too much...He thinks i was...what a surprise. 
   It does not take long before i am begging for a permission...it has been a long time before i am exploding...again...and again...and again.  Finally i am spent, but smiling, and so content.  We chat quietly, Master reminding me that no matter what i am to run towards Him, not away.  Those are words i used to hear often, and it took me a while to understand them.  I not longer run away, but sometimes do 'run in place', and not to Him.  I am to lean on Him, it is one way to please Him. to serve Him, it is what He wants. 
    I then get to sit on Master's lap, and snuggle in.....He cradles me, tells me i am safe and He will take care of me, and that i am where i belong.  
     hugs abby
     
           

          

Finally, an update!

      I have been wanting to post an update, most nights i have been just too tired to think straight enough to compose anything.  
     First, I want to thank you all for your prayers, good thoughts, warm wishes....i have not replied to the comments, i just have not had the energy.
Please keep them coming....
    My first week with my mom was wonderful.  She was in recovery mode, and i would show up at lunch time, with lunch for both of us.  We spent the time talking, laughing, crying...a little, looking at old family photos, playing cribbage, and just enjoying each other's company.  She was improving a little each day.
     Since she was doing so well, i accepted my son's invitation to go back to his place and see Disney's on Ice production of Frozen.  Both girls were so enthralled by it...i had a tough time deciding if i should watch their little faces or the production.
    I checked my phone on the way out....several messages, my mom had been rushed to the hospital.  My son drove me to mom's she was in serious condition.  She rallied, and although still very ill, she seemed to be making progress.  I decided to come home for a week or two.
     Today, mom went into hospice, so i will be traveling back to spend some precious time with her.  My trip back home was well timed, i so needed some 'Master time'.  My time to recharge, to cry, to be held, to talk about my feelings....to be able to breathe again, and relax a bit.
     Of course, Master also reminded me that...um...i got into a little trouble..maybe more than a little.  I knew what He was talking about and said it was just a reflex and i knew as soon as it happened i should not have done it.  He is going to be sure it does not happen again....I hung up on Him.  I can hardly believe it myself....but we were texting, He wanted me to call Him so we could chat, i was sure that talking to Him would just end up in my crying...i had been holding back tears all day, it had not been a good day.
  He wanted my tears, wanted me to call...and when i did not....He called me....and i hung up on Him.  He did not call me on it right then, we continued to text.....and i thought that maybe.......But He reminded me today, that He did remember.  So there is a spanking in my future, probably before i leave....something to take with me, to remind me....that i have someone to lean on, to hold me, to give my tears to.

hugs abby
     

Mom...and more questions....

         It's been one of those weeks.  My mom came down with pneumonia last Sunday, and since her heart is only working at 20%, any extra stress is a concern.  A couple of days later she fell, and broke her hip.  She left the hospital yesterday for re-hab, seemed to be doing better.  My sister called this morning, and is very concerned at the change in her since yesterday.  So, i spent today making travel plans, and canceling plans, and i will be with mom by tomorrow evening.  Not sure how long i will be there...I know i take your prayers and good thoughts with me.

      I saw a new set of questions over at Sunny's.  I have already answered many of them, but thought i would answer the others.

1.  Kissed a girl?  Yes...

2. Kissed a boy?   Oh, yes!

3.  Had sex in public?  Outside...yes...publicly, no.

4. What is your religion?  Catholic

5.  What does your URL mean?  For a long time , i felt like something was missing....just could not put my finger on what it was.  Master helped me to discover what it was....and the 'me' that had buried for so long, was found, and i felt complete.

6.  Reason you joined blog land?  Master had hinted, and then finally ordered me to....one of the times the He knew best.

7.  Do you have any nicknames?  No..different titles like grandma, and mom...but don't recall ever having a nickname.

8.  Do you like bubble baths?  Yes, Yes Yes!!!!

9.  Ever been kissed in the rain?  Yes.....

10.  Dyed your hair?  Well i don't do it myself...but yes.

11.  Soup or salad?  During the winter, soup at least once a week.
       During warmer weather...salad.
  
12.  Vegetable or meat?  Both, but meat has become a much less an important part of meals.

13. Go out drinking? Rarely now, but in my earlier days........;)

14. Smoke cigarettes?  Tried one in high school....never wanted another.

15.  Smoke weed?  Only the fumes at concerts.

16.  Hard drugs? Nope

17.  Have you had sex today?  No, and probably will be a while:(

18.  Ever fall asleep in someone's arms?  Yes..but never stayed there, i am a very restless sleeper.

19.  The relationship between you and the last person you texted?  My son, he is picking me up at the airport tomorrow and bringing me to meet my sister.

20.  Has anyone ever told you that you have pretty eyes?  Not that i recall.

21. Religious or non-religious? Non....more spiritually oriented.

22.  Tried to commit suicide? No

23.  The last time you felt broken?  Physically...last year at this time..emotionally, not that i can remember.

24. Had to lie to everyone about how you felt?  My sister and i are very close, so no.

25.  Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?  Many girlfriends...one special boy friend.

26. Long hair or short hair?  When i was a teenager it was long enough to sit on.....now, short.

27. First thing you notice in a guy?  His eyes....

   I also have a couple questions from my comments.  The first is from Han.  What do i miss most when my Master is gone?
         I have been thinking about this for a couple days, it is a very tough question.  There are so many possibilities.  I finally decided on His physicality ...being able to touch, feel, taste Him.  We stay in daily contact, i get to hear His voice, and His dominance is always a part of me....
 but the rest, well....when we first get together after an absence, i do not want to take my hands off of Him.   

  Second question is from ancilla_ksst , she asked what was the last good book i read?
    I chose 2, the first is Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay.  It touched most of us in our book club, and is an emotional, but compelling read.
On a lighter side...The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency.  A very fun read.

Be good all...and hugs...abby
   
  
       


  

Joining the meme group...a little late..

     I know i am late with this.  Hope you have all had a better week than I have....GRR...At least it is about over, and there is a bright new week just waiting:)


Do your eyes light up when he comes to you?  Yes, first my eyes light up and then quite often my bottom gets lit.

What sports do you watch together?  Baseball....rooting for different teams.

On a scale of 1 to 10 how important in lingerie when it ends up on the floor?
It is a nice way to get things started....so maybe an 8...

Do you watch Netflix's 'House of Cards'?  No, i am not a big television viewer.

What outdoor activity do you do together?  We have made 'good' use of the switches along a walking path.

What's his dream vacation?  By a body of water.

What is my dream vacation? Well, i would love to go on a cruise, but anything by the water is a wonderful substitute.

What is your favorite book of all time?  Oh, that is so difficult, i really cannot choose one.

What was your last argument about?  We really do not argue...we have a low key debate at times...the latest...probably about me joining a gym.

Are there any words you use that He does not like?  Only one, i think...."NO"....attitude more than words get me into trouble.

Do you have any restrictions about internet time? No....

Do you have a phobia?  snakes, bats, some amusement rides...the really high ones that drop you quickly.

When do you melt in his arms?  As soon as he pulls me in, he is big on hugging......so nice.


Does He have a motto?  When one of us is away, He will tell me to 'stay close'.  When i am over His lap...He often asks...which part of abby belongs to me?



Do you have any questions for me?

hugs abby

When Master is away, the submissive will...........

       Master actually has to be away this week....so i get a week of free reign, making my own decisions, doing my own thing.......and if any of you believe that, i have a bridge to sell you!
       We started, as always, with my naked kneeling.  After reclaiming all of me, He went back to my breast, He was barely touching them, but having a major affect on me.  I was trying to move in closer, panting, wanting just a little more, when He tells me......you want more...ask me to pinch them very, very hard.  I look at Him, mouth open.  He chuckles, and sweetens the request...you ask and i will suck on both breast to soothe them.  Ahh....
so.... I ask.  He, of course, grabs hold, and tries telling me not to concentrate on the pain.  He finally lets go, has me lean into Him, and starts to lick, and suck first one breast then the other.  He is going slowly, taking His time, making sure i am enjoying the soothing feel of His tongue.  His fingers check, and He assures me that my breast are not the only  part of me that is getting wet.
       Over His lap, He starts to remind me, that nothing, rules or expectations, nothing, changes while He is away.  He is waiting for a Yes Sir, i say we need to chat about a couple things.  He decides we will play now and chat later...a great idea!  
        He is giving me a hand warm-up, and comments on how relaxed i am.  He reaches for the maintenance paddle, and i stay stretched and relaxed.  He wonders if any part of me is 'excited' about this warm-up, so He checks and yes, not all of me is so....laid back. He starts in with the paddle, but using it more as a slightly  harder warm up.  After a set or two, He tells me to get ready, the real spanking is about to begin.  
         The first set is harder, and long, longer than  usual.  I don't count, i used to try to, but it is futile, but He does, He likes to keep both  sides equal....I tell Him that was a really long set, He agrees and says here comes another.  This second one is much harder, an keeps getting harder, and seems never ending.  He is saying He needs for me to remember til He gets back, i say i will, but He continues.  I am getting vocal, and eventually yell out a 'STOP', i rarely say that, He never stops, but sometimes does let up a bit.  Not this time, He continues just as hard until He is ready to finally stop.  He is rubbing, finally, and commenting how nice and hot and red my bottom is.....
           Of course the rubbing, leads Him to check, and He is disappointed that i am not longer wet, just damp.  A situation He quickly remedies.  Just as i am getting close to the edge, He lets me decide. He can continue, or i can kneel and feast on Him.  I choose the latter. Yummy!
              I am back over Master's lap, He decides we should chat, about when He is away.  He puts the paddle on my lower back, i reach back, but am stopped.  He will be several times zones away, i discuss, why my regular 'routine' will not work.  We do work out a compromise,with the paddle staying put on my back. Then we move on to.....well you know ;)  
                  Have a great week all...
hugs abby