Monday, 28 February 2011

Spanking on top of bruises

Sometimes Mr M can be *really* mean...

We had some lovely, kinky friends around to stay this weekend and much spanking fun was had all around. At the end of our very fun scene, my bottom was a glorious mess: all raised redness and yellow bruises and purple speckles. Very nice.

Sitting down was making me wince and Mr M's frequent sly pinches of my bottom were making me squeak. All good so far, as far as I was concerned :-).

Later on, we had a lovely dinner and I supplied the starter: homemade sweet potato soup.

Saturday, 12 February 2011

In my place

It's nice to be reminded every now and again...

The other day, I was doing the hoovering (admittedly one of my preferred chores but still a mundane, domestic duty) and the time came to take the hoover upstairs to vacuum the top floor.

I *hate* carrying the hoover upstairs. There isn't really anywhere safe to grip it and on more than one occasion I have accidentally opened the main cavity and sent dust and goodness knows what else cascading down the stairs.

So I hovered at the bottom of the stairs and made a few pathetic, whiney noises along the lines of 'er... sweetie... the stairs... help?'