Saturday Solitude

I never realize how quickly time is passing until I have a day of solitude, like today. This past week was the end of my teaching for the semester, graduation is next weekend, and my grades still need to be posted. But I’m taking a day off to catch up with myself and any readers I have.

My SO has been here just prior to leaving for his surgery. He seems to have been enjoying the straight-backed chair in our bedroom. It gives him the ability to get off his knee and still give me the effect of being over his lap. I end up mostly on the bed, with my bum up in the air for his convenience, while he sits on the chair with my legs draped over his lap. The spanking lasts a lot longer that way, yet we’re both fairly comfortable.

I got more spankings on this visit, probably because he knew he’d be gone longer this time until his leg heals from the surgery. I will fly to be with him for a few weeks during his recovery period, however.

When I have these days of solitude, I love the quiet and relish the alone time. It allows me to indulge in one of my favorite activities – fantasizing. My mind goes to a lot of different places when I fantasize, but the fantasies always end up in the same place. We all know where that is – what we fantasize about most.

SPANKING!

There is a lot that leads up to that moment in my fantasies. Sometimes it is simply a word of consternation, then quickly being pulled over his lap for a sound spanking. At other times, there is a slow build-up of anticipation. Once in a while, the fantasy is to be spanked by someone other than my SO while he watches approvingly. Or it may be that he has invited a friend over simply to witness my humiliating punishment.

Occasionally there is corner time, either before or after, or in mid-stream – always with red bottom exposed for his admiration and my erotic shame. I love/hate it when he pushes a small sliver of ginger into my anus after a hard spanking to hold while I wait in the corner for whatever is to come next.

He always senses my need to be child-like again, so his words to me are like those of a disappointed parent. Still I know he actually looks forward to the punishment that I am going to receive. Words that send a quiver up my gut are “Just wait until we get home, young lady,” or
“You’ve been acting like a naughty girl, so I’ll treat you like one,” or “What do you think I should do for the way you’ve been behaving?”

Even now, my insides are like jelly as I think about that. I think it’s time for a nap while I let today’s fantasy run its course.

PW - Be willing to say "Because I said so."