As most of you know, DD has been on the back burner for a while due to lack of time and privacy. It was still there in the background, just not really being brought out to explore. So it was like a book gathering dust on the shelf until the day that someone dusts it off and continues the story.
Our daughter left Sunday evening to go stay out of town with family. I had a brief moment of panic earlier in the day when the family member that would be keeping her said she wasn't feeling well. Given our luck with alone time these past couple months, it seemed par for the course and I'll admit that I was ready to throw the towel in and give up on the idea of getting some time alone with Steve.
Thankfully, it turned out that she was just tired and hungry and after eating and relaxing for a bit, she felt well enough to take my daughter with her when she left. Even so, I didn't truly believe that we were going to get our time until a few hours later when she called to let me know they'd made it to her house.
Nothing happened that night though. I'll admit I was a bit frustrated. Admittedly we'd had a very long day and were both tired, but after waiting so long for some time and privacy, I didn't want to wait any longer.
That frustration carried over to the next day and led to me making a slightly cranky remark. It was borderline really, but Steve called me on it. I might have muttered a "yeah right" following his warning, but I did settle down after that.
A little while later, he made an X-rated suggestion, which I was happy to agree to. After all, DD isn't the only part of our relationship that's taken a backseat due to lack of time and privacy lately. I turned my head for just a second and when I looked back, he had the new leather paddle sitting on the bed beside him. I still haven't figured out how he can retrieve implements so fast. It's like magic.
Needless to say, I was surprised. He had gone from an X-rated suggestion to holding an implement in less than a minute. I tried to play it off by saying I thought he wanted to do something else. He gave me one of those smiles and said he still planned on that, but it would be after we handled some things. I felt those butterflies in my stomach that had been missing for a while.
I don't know if it's the particular leather paddle I bought or if I'm just very tolerant of leather, but it didn't seem to be that big of a deal. It stung some, more so in some spots than others, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be based on what I'd heard from other people. We did notice that it is loud so it's definitely an implement that will require privacy to be used.
Steve used it for a bit and then moved on to his other paddle, the wooden one that never fails to get my attention. I got a bit squirmy after that. He used it for a while and then rotated back to the leather paddle. He went back and forth for a few rounds, lecturing the entire time.
Then he said something about the cane. Now I don't like the wooden paddle, but the cane is the one implement I avoid at all costs. Even though I know it's not my decision and it's not a good idea to try to direct a spanking, I tried to talk him out of using it. As it turns out, I did manage to dodge that bullet because the cane had apparently moved around in the drawer and he couldn't find it. So I got the hanger instead, which stings, but isn't quite as bad as the cane.
After the hanger, I thought things were over. We snuggled up for a few minutes and then I felt that darned wooden paddle again. The last round was fairly short. After some more snuggling and aftercare, we finally got around to his earlier suggestion.
I have mixed feelings about the spanking. It's not the lecture because that was one of his better ones and it was spot on. Maybe it's because I never really got outside of my comfort zone with the spanking so I could truly give in to it. Don't get me wrong. It was getting uncomfortable towards the end, but it never reached that point where it really hurts and I realize that it's totally out of my control so I just accept it. If that makes sense?
I know Steve held back somewhat because it's been a while He told me that he did and also added that he ended the spanking when he did because he saw a blister starting, something that hasn't happened since the early days of DD.
Or maybe it's because I built it up so much in my head. For us, spanking isn't just for punishment or maintaining our roles. It's also our way of reconnecting. After going so long with the disconnect due to his schedule and knowing that his schedule is still going to be that way after this week is over, I needed something big. Something that not only reconnected us now, but kept me feeling reconnected even after we don't have this alone time.
I guess my frustration is obvious. It's not just about this particular spanking, but the whole situation in general. Steve took this job because he wanted more time to spend with us and more money to do stuff with that time. The money is there. In fact, he just got a $2/hour raise. But the time we were hoping to get really isn't and, while it's nice to actually have money in the bank after paying our bills, that money doesn't make up for the fact that we barely get time together
We should be kicking up our heels this week since our daughter is gone for the entire week. But he still has to work and we still have schoolwork. So while we now have the privacy we needed, we still don't really have the time. Especially since as of today they are doing mandatory 12 hour shifts which means he'll be working even later.