I wanted to let you know that there has definitely been an increase in spanking around here lately – not enough, of course, but much better. Nick is more likely to grab a nice wooden spoon in the kitchen for a few swats. Maybe catch me dressing and give me a few smacks then and there. I’ve even had to have a few mid-week weigh in along the way, with some great reminder spankings.
This weekend was not exactly on the Weight Watcher program – a couple of desserts here, a bag of chips there, you know – the no one is watching, go for it, kinda weekend. And I timed my homecoming to put me by Nick’s mom’s just in time for Sunday lunch.
*Note – Nick’s parents celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary last week! And both of them still going strong. Can you imagine?
But after we got home and took our Sunday afternoon naps, old Nick decided to see just how much damage I’d done. I’d done some. I was in an uncomfortable situation – I’d taken my clothes off to weigh and Nick decided to take care of everything right then and there. Only real complaint I had about the encounter is that Nick often over looks the need for a good warm up. I love our strap but when used on the bare – I really NEED a warm up. That sucker hurt and I was doing some squirming and dancing on the bed. And I can happily report the squirming and dancing continued after he put the strap away. We really missed each other. Let the good times roll.
If you'd like to see some pictures of where I stayed this past weekend check out this post that I put up when I was up there on a Harry Potter weekend.