A couple weeks ago it was Sir’s birthday! We were able to escape for a little extended weekend adventure, it was so much fun and I don’t think either of us wanted to come back.
He was kind and allowed me to surprise Him. I planned the whole trip, allowing for some down time to relax, which we did, or for Him to choose some activities, which He did. He said it was the best birthday He ever had! That was the best part of the whole thing, knowing I nailed it. Nothing makes me happier than pleasing Him.
On the actual day of His birthday, after a full day of adventures, a delicious dinner and birthday cake He ordered me up on His cock to ride and take His birthday spankings. He has a mind-blowing, favorite, rear facing position that I never knew about before Him. Once I was situated and in a steady rhythm the spanking began. We didn’t bring any toys so all 60 blows were open handed.
Wait! SIXTY? Yes, I’m pretty sure it was at least sixty. No, Sir is not even close to sixty. Naturally, as Doms like to do, He told me to count each strike. Every time I would get close to His number He would state that He couldn’t hear me, insisting I’d lost count and should start over at 20! I’ve become an extreme wimp. After only a handful of smacks I was already crying and blubbering like baby.
There’s something about the release that comes with spankings these days. Just to be clear, I’m NOT asking for more but when it’s anything but that dang cane I’ve come to grips with it. I wonder if others can relate… Sometimes I just welcome the tears. Not because I’m sad or emotional or have anything going on, I just want to cry. And usually I don’t even realize it until the tears start to fall.
Needless to say, even my stubborn bottom bruised after sixty blows. Somehow I didn’t notice until a few days later but when I did I was so proud and quick to text Sir. I was at work when I told Him and He sent me straight to the restroom to take a picture for Him.
Now that we’ve been back for a couple weeks and gotten back into the swing of things I find myself remembering our time together, away from ALL our people and responsibilities. It was good and I’m so grateful we had that experience. I could certainly see us aquiring a little escape house there some day.