Friday, May 3, 2019
Spanking and Baseball
Hi, everyone! We are just fine. Even though I am not blogging as frequently, ttwd is alive and well right here. I am busy with a new pastime which I love. Jack is golfing and we continue to travel a lot. So now that it is a new month, I need to post. Spanking happens all the time here in a playful way and once in a while, a serious way. Sometimes playful even turns into serious in the blink of an eye.
Jack was running late for his tee time and went to the end of the bed placing the pillow just the way he likes it for a spanking. I watch him from my side still tucked under the duvet. His pantomime begins. He motions for me to come to his side of the bed and I laugh shaking my head. He begins the spanking swatting away at an imaginary bottom as I laugh from afar. Then he motions for me to come over and now. I shake my head and he begins to move toward the infamous sweater drawer where the leather paddle lives. Talk about moving fast, I jump out of bed, scurry to his side as my cami and panty hit the floor. Over I go and the real spanking begins as he tells me his expectations for the day. I remind him that the window is open and he just smiles and continues spanking.
Finally, he stops and begins some serious loving pulling my backside to his front side. What a sweet way to assure a great round of golf.
He did say that this spanking was a lot like baseball. I asked him what it meant. He told me that as I waited in bed to be called to his side that it was like I was in the on-deck circle waiting for my turn in the batter's box. He said he fancied himself the pitcher. I told him to be on his way to the shower as his tee time was near. He kissed my forehead, spanked one last time and was on his way loving the peace in his valley.
How are those spring sports faring at your house?