Almost perfect - except for the damn cane!

To be perfectly honest there is very little spanking going on here these days. We’re doing just fine. I’m not all bent out of shape about it or anything, and there is some occasionally, it’s just not our focus at the moment. I haven’t been pushing it much at all. I’m worrying about the final edits and detail of getting the book out and that consumes much of my thought.

I’ll admit it’s also taken my mind off much thoughts of dieting. I still record my weight in Nick’s book weekly, but I stopped reporting to a few close friends here as we had been doing. Not that they would be down on me at all, but for whatever reason I stopped. Mostly I’m staying the same – not where I want to be, but not going up by much.

I’m afraid that ‘not much’ wasn’t good enough for Nick. Now while I know this would be a disaster in many marriages, it’s good for ours. I don’t see it as Nick complaining because I gained, I see it as him giving me the attention I asked for in monitoring my weight. And I got attention since I did post the highest I’ve been in nearly two years. I got an email from Nick Friday that read in part,

For now consider the immediate options for me to perhaps consider:

Medium intensity for a longer period vs. harder and briefer.

Also, get it over today before we visit Mollie tonight (separate from anything you have planned later for First Weekend) ....or postpone to tomorrow while you ponder your actions and their consequences.

Hmmm… several interesting questions here, medium for a longer time or harder for a shorter time and of course, when. I chose harder and briefer and before we went to see Mollie.

WOW! He was not kidding about the harder! Now I'm comfortable with anything that smacks of discipline at all, be done over clothing, Nick didn’t seem interested in my comfort. He used the OCW – seen above on my masthead, the strap – 14 inches long, 4 wide, leather with holes. And he was cutting me no slack. OWWWW!

But then he brought out the cane. Ronnie, please email Nick that you need this damn thing back. I’ll be happy to toss it in the nearest creek, surely it will eventually make its way to the Atlantic and across the pond to you.

On the ride to Mollie’s I was sitting on a very sore, stinging bottom – the sting coming from the cane strokes and very one sided. If he’s going to use the darn thing he needs to change sides. To be perfectly honest, I hate and despise that cane when he’s using it, but the after effects can’t be beat. I love having marks. They make me happy.

I’d be healthier if I lost fifty pounds, but losing only four would take me from a horrible weigh to merely a bad weight. Why can’t I seem to do it? I hope Nick continues to hold the line and not let me continue to creep up.

I’m still in charge of First Weekend – that is planning some nice sexy activity for us. I usually try to plan something pretty much for him, but I was selfish this week and asked for a full body massage (I’ve really been at the computer too long) a little spanking for circulation and then – whatever happened, happened. It was so very nice, massage, spanking, a little Hitachi and my wonderful Nick as we danced the afternoon away. Happy woman here.

And now that it’s November – hang onto your hats! Coming up, LOL Day, LJ and Collin’s wedding, Thanksgiving, Cassie’s Space coming out, Christmas (and the boys will be here for that). Looks like the first of the year before I catch my breath, but all these things bring me great excitement and happiness. Best of all I’m sharing them all with Nick!