Oh my... exactly how long has it been since I've blogged? I'm not going to even count, but I welcome you, dear reader, to give me the mental spanking/caning I deserve... I will feel it through my firewall, and perhaps, if this naughty girl has learned anything, I won't make that mistake again.
It occured to me that I left things a little ambiguous and the reason behind my hiatus could have been mistakenly assumed to have been because of some sort of fall out. While that would have caused a serious lack of communicaiton on my part as I ball myself into fetal position, that wasn't the case this time. In fact, it seems that these off days bring us a little closer, in their own way.
Neither one of us were happy with how the day turned out. Through the guarded safety of email, we were able to communicate where some of our pitfalls occurred. He reminded me that nothing truly bad had happened, but still, we both had left dazed and confused as to how such a wonderful day could have turned so sour. We hadn't heard from our usual hostess, and so he suggested we cool off during the weekend. I thought that would be complete torture and insisted we meet, a decision I don't regret for a single moment.
As soon as I saw him, I gave him the big hug I've been wanting to give since all of this went down, and it was definitely reciprocated. We stood there, in each others embrace, recentering the energy that had been toppled a few days prior. We moved to the sofa and I sat in his familiar lap, my head buried in his shoulder with his arms around me. He told me that the only serious thing that he'd mention was that I am to immediately tell him when something bothers me instead of letting it fester. I ask the same of him and we move. the. fuck. on. Sometimes the best way to resolve an issue is by simply moving past it. I think we could have talked this thing to death, but really, we both just had a bad day. We were together now, and we came to play, and so play we did. And it was delicious.
There is so much beauty in the short time we have together every week. From the quiet whispers to the loving spankings to the wandering hands left to themselves to explore the wonders our bodies have to offer. However, with the addition of our new toy I can add to the growing list the absolute, stunning and stinging beauty of the cane marks it leaves behind. After my caning he gently stood me up and held me close. He can't help but to trace the welts. I reach behind myself and place my hand over his and together we read the love story that is written across my bottom.