Brief
If you follow my twitter feed, you’ll know why I haven’t commented on your blog, read your blog, or written on mine since Saturday. Beginning Monday morning with the California storm system that moved through, our power went out. Except for a brief respite to cool off the freezer on Monday evening, it was off until Thursday evening. Upon its resumption, we decided to empty the refrigerator, go out to dinner, and then Chris decided to strap me.
[Apparently, I have been in the habit of designating him as the Nighttime Story Reader when the chapters come up in Little House In The Big Woods where Laura gets spanked. And Grandpa gets whipped. It was purely unintentional, I assure you! He has decreed that strapping me shall henceforth be called the "Laura" treatment. I maintain the reason for the strapping had to do with leftover frustrations from dinner.]
It’s been an adventure that has not included the Internet which could not be accessed by phone (i.e. twitter and limited vanilla facebook).
I am behind on my work, scheduled to leave on a trip tomorrow morning with the princess, and somewhat stressed. So it’s brief.
Themocracy
And yet it’s clearly a very appropriate atmosphere for getting into the Little House books. The princess is lucky to have parents reading them to her.
We think so! And thank you.
I read here occaisionally and I sympathize with you. Losing power for an extended period can sure put life in a tailspin. I still remember when we had no power for a couple of weeks during the Ice Storm of ’98. The sound of freezing rain still sends shivers down my spine! Hope things get back to normal quickly.
R.
I think we’re back to normal, whatever chaos that it!
Thanks,
s
So. Last night I dreamt about you (and no, I don’t think I’m the long-distance someone you’re supposed to romantically heat things up with!), and thought I’d share.
You had done something you oughtn’t have done, with your left hand (??? not responsible for whatall you do in my dreams, hon),so as punishment Chris caned your right palm.
*breathe breathe breath*
Holy-moly. Caning a palm is awful I will have you know.
You did get cuddled after, though. So there is that.
Too bizarre not to share. {hug} Hope you’re well and the electric is all settled by now.
*grins* You’re not responsible for what I do in your dreams, hm? Now, who *is* responsible???
As for my left hand, I find it hard to get it in trouble, but I suppose I could, in theory, use it to pinch something that shouldn’t be pinched. Although to be truthful, it’d be much easier to do with my right hand, all things considered.
You do know I’m terrified of canes, right? Although a little hand-strapping is truly hot.
It’s still raining. I drove home 7 hours today in the rain, unpacked. We had no food to cook so Chris brought home dinner, put the princess to bed and went about the most important business of spanking and fucking me. And once I wade through the 50 e-mails in my inbox, I’m going to try and catch up with the world (including yours).
Hope you had a good day, dreams aside!
s
When I read this before dawn there was something I wanted to say … what was it?!
Oh: but what I thought was so interesting was that it was your right hand that was punished, see? I think you were supposed to be using your right hand, used the left, it got hurt (? I think?) and so.
Don’t ask me, I just dream this nonsense.
Up and down days. Lots of rough stuff going on these days.
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