Saturday's fog

i do believe this weekend is about keeping me off guard .. in the dark... and very fogged up..... just as the fog from friday was lifting... and i was able to sing out "i can see clearly now"................ Sir had me fetch the wooden paddle from the basement

when i returned to the living room lying on the sofa beside Sir was Mr Snake.. originally purchased for punishments only - obviously it was going to be used for some other purpose..........
i was told to lie on my pillow ass up......... and Sir examined the bruising on my ass from Friday's session.... He delighted in using the wooden paddle to point out exactly where the bruising was...... and to inquire if it still hurt??!!! Bruising when it is even tapped with a wooden paddle hurts YES!!! but when it is whalloped with a wooden paddle??? don't even try and explain the world of hurt.......

It did not take long at all for this littleone to lose total and complete track of time and space........ and the interesting thing about lying on one's stomach on the floor (even on a pillow on the floor) is that there really is no wiggle room.. no place for an irish jig or two... just continous thudding whallops... and screeching pain.........

i remember whallop after whallop.. i remember feeling soooooo sleepy and thinking how nice it would be to just close my eyes and drift off to sleep and i remember wondering if Sir would find it insulting if i actually DID fall asleep..... i remember a phone call and Sir assuring the person on the other end that He was indeed paddling my ass as He spoke.. and even agreed to land a couple of nice HARD ones so that i would shriek and the party on the phone could hear........... i remember soon after Sir standing between my legs .. forcing them wide apart....... and i remember Mr Snake being used on the backs of my thighs and pussy lips and ass with steady continuous stingy hits...(Mr Snake is actually in another life a shoe horn......... and has that natural bend to both sides for a heel to fit into) i felt the natural curve of the shoe horn fitting nicely between my pussy lips....... stinging inside me!!!! i was whimpering and wiggling.. and i do believe pleading.......

Shortly after Sir sat back down on the sofa and picked up the wooden paddle in one hand.. Mr Snake in the other....... the paddle worked on my ass - Mr Snake on the backs of my thighs and tender underneath bits of my ass....

Sometime later Sir ordered me up into the shower before heading out to eldest daughter's Thanksgiving celebration........... through the fog............