Spent a few hours on the phone with my spanking buddy this evening, and helped him navigate to some blogs with visual content. He was hard to distract tonight. Maybe because things are shaping up for some together time later this week. For some odd reason he brought up the marks he made in some tender crevices last time. Then he reminded me about my somewhat more vigorous reactions to his experiments with his leather creation and the cane-iac birch cane. “I’m not hitting the brown parts,” he reminded me of his commentary at the time. He was referring to some ‘cheek’ spreading and stinging activity that involved getting at the tenderest areas between butt cheeks without actually hitting the most private delicate zones.
He kept reminding me of how much fun he had making me struggle, whimper and of course giggle. I know his diabolical mind is planning our next encounter together even as I recline here with my lap top. He’s got this idea that he wants to see how I do with my hands tied behind my back and my waist held down so I have a limited ability to buck. I think he wants to see the exquisite wriggling that a bit of pain and restricted movement will cause.
I won’t lie and say that the idea isn’t working to instill a pleasant anticipation … then again ooooohhh, ouch, owie!
We shall see what evolves. He like reading my accounts too, so yes I will most likely share here.
On another tack, this trip I’ll be away long enough that my kitties will travel with me. I’ve got their food litter and disposable litter pans in the car already. I still have to pack myself. I was a slug all this weekend and got no laundry done, and I know when I get home late next Monday that I will have no desire to do any then either, so I’m going to take two weeks worth of outfits and have the hotel’s (quite reasonable) concierge service take care of it for me. Considering that I start another long assignment with fifty mile (one way) commutes each day once I get back from this far away out of town work trip capped off by a holiday weekend extended stay, I think getting two weeks of laundry done for me is a good idea.
Last time I travelled far out of town for work, I forgot the charger cable for my iPhone. This time I’ve gotta try not do do anything that spacy again.
So tomorrow morning I get up early pack, shower and take my kitties with me. It’ll be nice. My oldest kittie is almost 15 & she likes to cuddle with my spanking buddy. She could care less that he whacks her mother’s ass with little mercy. She’s a lovey dovey purr motor who will find any willing lap or tummy to curl up on and get her bean scratched and her body stroked. Scrapscallion on the other hand has been a little less friendly. He checks out the situation, but then scampers away to hide. He’s just hit the one year mark and has had to adapt to being a travel kitty meeting all kinds of new people. I think he’ll warm up to safe company eventually. All my other shy kitty’s did. Cinnamin is unique in her sociability she never hides from strangers like most cats do. She climbs on them and insists on attention. Scrapscallion shows similar if less ’stroke me slut’ potential. Recently I’ve had both cable & Air conditioner guys come in to fix things, he sniffed them both out and found a spot nearby to watch without needing to hide. We’ll see.
I gotta go find the Christmas birch cane from cane-iac. The light colored one has begun to splinter and there must be a birch cane in my suitcase for this trip. Oh my oh my oh my! Where the heck did I put it?????
G’night y’all. Sleep tight. I hope I do. Long trips stress me out .. I always miss some critical detail.
:) patty… (gonna get a spankin’)
