i am sitting here in my office listening to the cars spinning their wheels as they try to exit the parking lot. i am sitting here .. snug and safe and warm... in the middle of our first snow storm of the season........... and i am sitting here smiling from ear to ear because the powers who be have called a "Snow day!!" and like the kids i work with... i have done the dance of joy .........
i know Sir will reach for a paddle when He reads this........ but it is right that we are having snow now........ it SHOULD be a white Christmas!! especially up here in the Great White North............ there have been too many green Christmases recently and we are due for a nice white snowy one........ kids sliding on the back hills, kids building forts and laughing and climbing over and around the snow hills.... BUT come January 2nd it can all just go away - thank you very much !!!
BUT ..
that's not what i sat down to talk about........ i wanted to talk about Sir using the wooden sword on my ass on Sunday afternoon.. how i wiggled and bounced around.. how it hurt..... YIKES how it hurt......
Now it is a pretty piece of craftsmanship........ two tone wood..... shaped like a sword..
i noticed on Sunday afternoon how it sounded hollow.. empty....... and i mentioned it to Sir.. but He wasn't that interested in my critiquing of it's qualities.. He was much more interested in watching me bounce up and down and around... leaning over the ottoman.. grinding my teeth with each strike.. holding the pose as long as i could .. then when it just got too much to handle.. sliding down and off to one side... catching my breath..... Sir waiting .. sword posed for the next hit.. till i righted myself again.. ass out.. head down.. and the next strike would hit and the next and the next.
Sir would tease me a little.. soft strikes.. one after the other until my mind started to float with the rhythm..... started to feel the caress of the strikes.... then just when i was comfy cozy........ Sir would make sure the strike was swift and hard and stung... and i would arch my back and come upright.. banging my hand down on the ottoman.. or banging my leg against the floor.. cursing softly under my breath.
The sword is an unforgiving toy ......... much more so than any of the other wooden paddles we have...... and i don't know why........ it is so pretty to look at.... and so unforgiving.. Fortunately it is not one Sir uses very often....... it doesn't allow me to float very high or very far....... it tends to keep me ouching and whining and bouncing... that is the joy of being submissive... with a wall full of toys.......and a Sir who uses whichever toy He so desires... and how He desires...
Sometimes it is just about "white knuckling" your way through a session.. and when it is over.. crawling over to Sir's feet and thanking Him...
That's just the way it is...... sometimes.
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