We went out to see live music in a local pub and came back a bit tipsy. It was great to have the house to ourselves for once and all was going well until SO decided to do a month's worth of attitude adjustment in one prolonged session... ouch.
It meant a new outing for what is now named 'The Spanking Stick'. We've just had the bathroom redecorated and the carpenter left a few offcuts of wood behind, one of which looks like a ruler but is much thicker and heavier.
I'd seen it and it made me think of spanking and it turns out that SO had too. And wow, did it sting - it took my breath away. I'm left with lots of marks too, on my poor bot and, because of aiming issues, my thighs. So I write this post sitting on a marvellously uncomfortable behind and with stripey legs that will have to stay hidden for quite a while.
