“One should never underestimate the profound resiliency of the human spirit, nor how swiftly things can change for the better – often overnight.”
Spring is in the air.
Not necessarily Mother Nature’s spring (though it is warming up considerably) but spring is in the air in our relationship. In Master’s eyes, his step, his attitude. There’s been a rejuvenation of his spirit- and by extension, my spirit as well.
All it took to create this magical miracle of high-flying wonder? One solid spanking and some hella good sex.
So simple. So fucking easy. It’s like we’ve been swimming in mud without realizing it until we slid into clear sparkling water. Suddenly, we’re light and airy- and sore, at least I am- but light and airy nonetheless.
Not even Jes’s foul mood yesterday is going to spoil this high. It’s been too long in coming and I’m going to enjoy it, dammit.
We were little social butterflies this weekend, going out to meet people all three nights. Not just any people, D/s people. People who light a spark merely by their open acceptance.
Friday night we met a couple for dinner whom we’d been emailing with for a few months or so, and we had a great time. There was nothing overtly kinky going on, we were all dressed and sitting in public like “normal” folks- well, nothing overt unless you count his hand under the table, giving my leg a painful squeeze and his stern order to “Stop wiggling. It’s irritating.” A sneaky snatch ‘n’ tug of my ear when he caught wind of us girls, giggling over hiding toys. Or the non-assuming way he handed me his mug, a mug full of that dark, deeply bitter beer that he loves so much and that I find to be disgusting, quietly telling me to take a nice, big taste just because he knows how much I hate it.
Nothing overt, though probably a waiter passing too close may have been taken aback at the conversation subjects.
Saturday we went to the munch and that is beginning to feel very comfortable as we become more familiar with the faces and names. I’ve seen quite a few of them naked now, and they’ve seen me, so, really, what’s left to be shy about?? We talk and laugh and surreptitiously grope each other when the wait staff leaves the room.
We’d had tentative plans to play after the munch but we talked too long and it got late and everyone was tired so it was decided we’d play the next night.
So! Sunday night we went over to another couple’s house and they had cooked us dinner and let us use a room for some spanking. I was afraid it would be awkward, you know, like, hi, how are ya, mind if we come over so’s I can beat my woman? But it wasn’t, not at all. They are just the coolest, down to earth bdsm couple and it was really neat to hear them playing, too, as we were.
I got a good spanking. It wasn’t a terribly hard scene, no blood ‘n’ guts, no tears (though I came close) – just lots of focused attention to my butt and then we got really super horny and we fucked right then and there. At their house. While they fucked in the next room. For a little while, I think she and I were having simultaneous ‘gasms, judging from the corresponding moans.
I have to say that we don’t typically feel comfortable enough to ask to borrow a bed, nor are we horny enough that we can’t wait to get home. Like a couple of horny teenagers we were!
Honestly, having like-minded folk around to spark these thoughts and feelings has been priceless. We needed this so. bad.
And again, it happened that I had very little desire for it (the pain and spanking, etc.) right up until it started. Once the blows started coming, my desire started coming. So maybe it isn’t that I’m losing my masochism, but that I really am getting a handle on harnessing it, controlling it. Could it be? Dare I hope?
Yesterday, Master made the comment that he feels it coming back- feels the energy, the exchange, the juju and the mojo.
So if it is true that spanking is destroying feminism? All y’all ladies are screwed, cuz, Imma get me some more ASAP. Sorry y’all.
I dunno what this toy is called but it sucks ASS.

You just can’t go wrong with a flogger. Except for when it wraps cuz that really sucks, don’t it?

“Just checkin’.”

His hands just might be my favorite “toy” of all. ![]()

He didn’t want any part of me to feel left out, considerate man that he is!

So, there you have it. Spanking as a cure-all. Seems like we’ve only had to learn this lesson about 50 times.
There’s a clip up at the clip store.
~cunt











