Play time…. Finally

Play time.... Finally

With 2 teenage kids in our house play times are few and far between. And play is not alway what Sir and I hope it can be when we are busy watching the clock so we can be done before the kids get home. They are at the age of knowing we are “crazy” in the bedroom. And as much as I enjoy this lifestyle, I am not quite ready to explain it to the resident 14 and 13-year-old just yet.

Finally the other night Sir and I got a chance to play.  It felt like FOREVER since I was able to let go and feel free.  Sir and I were laying in bed.  I was curled up next to Him.  We were talking about our day at the museum with the kids.  Sir had allowed me a little freedom during our time there.  Normally, one of my protocols is that I am to maintain some sort of physical contact with Sir at all times when in public unless I have permission not to.  Well, museum was crazy.  People everywhere.   So needless to say it was impossible to maintain contact.   Unfortunately, I was not so great at one of my other protocols.  In the truck, again physical contact at all times.  I would get in and forget to do it until we were driving about 10 minutes.  Oops.  I would sneak my hand over to Sir hoping He would not notice.  He would give me a sideways glance and a wondered how long it would take you.

While discussing our time at with the kids I asked Him, already knowing the answer, how I did today.  He said I did great, despite the small slip ups in the truck.  He said at least I did correct myself.  But, I should be punished.  In the dark I could hear the smile in His voice.  I knew He was not angry about the slip ups.  He just kissed the top of my head and slid His hand down to my bare ass.  I felt first light smack.  It was a wonderful feeling.  I knew at that point I was going to get the spanking I had been craving for a week but we were unable to find time for.  It was a wonderful build up.  A few smacks then caresses, then a few more smacks, caresses.  Each round of smacks getting a bit harder.  It was magical to me.  I laid there, face buried in the pillow, and totally relaxed.  I just closed my eyes and enjoyed riding the waves of pain and pleasure.  It was exactly what I needed.  It went on like that for who knows how long.  I was gone, just floating.  We made love afterwards.  Just sweet vanilla love, but it was perfect.  And when I curled up in Sir’s arms afterwards, I slept better than I had in days.

Sir knew I had been stressed out the last few weeks.  He also knew I was feeling a bit like I was getting the short end because we never seemed to find time to be together like this.  I had discussed this with Him at length last week sometime.  I told Him I didn’t know why we were even doing this.  We never had time.  And when the kids were not around,  life always seemed to throw something at us to keep us out of the bedroom.  I was frustrated and felt cheated.  I felt like I was doing all the work and all I got was a good girl.  It was so maddening to me.  Sir told me to be patient.  I was tired of patient, but I did it.  I did it not because I wanted to, but because Sir asked me to.  Normally, I would have let my mouth get the best of me and it would have resulted in punishment.  This time I told myself to listen.  I was glad I did.  My reward?  I went to sleep with a warm tingely ass, in the arms of my Sir and when I heard His good girl… It was the best good girl I had heard in weeks.


About scarletdahlia or babydoll

This is thoughts and lessons I learn living in a D/s relationship.
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2 Responses to Play time…. Finally

  1. Please may I have a copy of your good girl sign. I NEED it. 🙂

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