What else did I get?

I got shaved!!! w00t!

Master shaved me himself, which is an exercise in trust, don’t you think? Having incredibly sharp objects slipping and sliding around your clit while you passively lie there with your legs spread? Mega-trust.

I guess he saw the V shape somewhere and decided he liked it. I think it makes my pussy look like it’s scowling at him. He said it’s a V for victim.  Well, if that’s the case I must be the most willing, happy-go-lucky “victim” in history!

It could stand for vagina. Or vulgar. Vixen. Vulva. Velvet. Very-smoooooth.

 It certainly does NOT stand for virgin. *snicker*

 Whatever he wants it to mean, all I know is that for the first time in over two months I am  slick and sleek and silky smooth and it feels niiiiiiiice.

So. I was all sorts of happy and horny when, directly after the shave he rolled me over for that birthday spanking.

That happy, horny mood lasted all of about three strokes.

I am woefully out of practice.

When was the last time I was spanked with any sort of intended ouchies?? Shit… early November at least! My ass was SOOO not ready for that hairbrush. 8 strokes in I collapsed out of position and he started the count over!!

Now, someone please tell me HOW it makes any damn sense, when someone is struggling with pain, to start it over?! Hmm? Makes zero-zip-zilch sense to me! “Oh, that hurts and you can’t stand it? I know! Let’s start over and make it last longer and hurt more! That will help, right?!” Um, NOT. So yeah, I got one to grow on all right. I got *eight* to grow on. Hmmph.

That’s why I titled that post “wimpy, wimpy, wimpy” cuz that’s what was going through my mind during the spanking. When I could breathe that is.

Plus he was hitting the same freaking spot with every.single.stroke. On purpose! So what if it was a simple little hairbrush. They sting and I’m a big baby.

The clip is up at the store, which is really embarrassing because I’m such a pussy and you can just hear the amusement in Master’s voice while he struggles not to laugh at me.

I don’t care what anyone says. If you can take 45 strokes from him with that brush and NOT squirm out of position, I’ll buy you dinner (well, he will since I don’t have any money). That’s a genuine offer! Come on over.

Now I have to go clean out the toy closet cuz when he opened it up things tumbled off the top shelf onto his head. *snicker* I mean.. whoops.

~cunt