Nice morning
As happens every now and then I was the recipient of a lovely wet dream early this morning. It happens. It wasn’t daylight yet when I first surfaced from it, so I turned and dozed off again and wonder of all wonders it picked up where it left off.
In my dream I was paddled to orgasm once and then again, and each time I woke up to that deep tenting sensation that comes with the rhythmic spasms of that wondrous thing that makes us sexual beings.
I had to get on the road early today - long drive & three overnights in a hotel this trip. But since I packed and loaded my suitcase in the car last night there was no rush to get up until three hits of the snooze button, and I was awake, fresh and in need all the way, twenty minutes before the alarm was set. Soooo… I got up, went pee and decided to get a paddle. I haven’t had a good spanking in a while, and I’ve resisted the urge to self satisfy for quite a while. But, not this morning. This morning I wanted to start the day out with some real sting, and I was still very turned on by my dreams.
My bottom is no longer as sore as my left shoulder is now (I’m a lefty self spanker), but it was a sensitive, yet cozy hot drive to work today once I got underway. I haven’t spanked myself to orgasm in a very long time. It’s an odd experience, because there’s no direct contact … same as in a wet dream. So after I accomplished my spanking and got off, I wasn’t quite done.
As is the norm, after waking in the state I did and engaging in the behaviors I did this morning, my erogenous zones are still very awake. I don’t have any implements with me, but there’s a spatula in my hotel room’s fully equipped kitchen.
Don’t worry, I will abstain. Ewwwww! I don’t even want to think about what any dish, surface or device has been used for what in the hotels I have to stay at. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve found still wrapped condoms and playboy magazines peeking out from under the mattress after I’ve refused room service for a few days and the mattress has slipped. I’ll just chalk it up to “always travel with a paddle, wooden spoon or bath brush.” I’m here for several more nights… I may just have to hit a grocery store for a new wooden spoon/spatula set…
Thank you Paul & Danielle for your comments to my last post. I’m hanging in … like a bad penny, I just keep bouncing back and showing up in the change. Life is … I can whine, piss & moan, or roll with it and see what/where I’m supposed to end up.
;)
patty
August 4th, 2009 at 10:18 am
Patty, there is a certain satisfaction in DIY spanking, I remember them a long time ago.
But it’s nothing to having a wriggling girl/woman over my lap, that’s been a while also.
May you find your perfect lap soon, if not perfect at least comfortable.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
August 4th, 2009 at 4:42 pm
Sometimes ya just gotta go with what you got I guess,huh?
August 10th, 2009 at 6:13 am
Don’t know quite why this post called out to me this morning, maybe because I was irreversibly reminded of your loving kindness as Dante applied your tawse to my already aching bottom.I’m really not sure… maybe you were in the back of my mind because of that reconnection…
I don’t even know if my comments are welcome anymore (it’s been very long indeed)…
But if you will permit my thoughts, well, this post was a real turn-on for me, left me burning all over again from yesterday’s spanking, and made me even forget the very real and different pain of my mauled fingers.
So thank you for this cozy moment! As for all else, time has a way of washing everything clean, of erasing the hurt and pain, leaving only warmth and smiles and love… you are a survivor. And I know you’ll bounce back yet again.
I’ll leave my love and a cyber hug on your doorstep, for you to either accept or leave to wash away… no strings attached!
September 5th, 2009 at 3:58 pm
DIY will do me for a while Paul. I’m content with where I am for the moment. My health seems under control haven’t had an abnormal blood sugar in months and my last hemoglobin A1c was 5. The doc’s goal for me was 6. My buddy’s been back in touch, and I think we’re both settled with the end of our spanking relationship and at peace with what ever is next.
Yup Jeff, it’s all in how you go for it when the spirit and moments meet up. You know what they say right? “Resist and die.” LOLOL.
Tiggs, I don’t count comments to know who’s a friend. Many people visit me every day and never stop to say hi. You will always be welcome, never second guess that. All the best. Tell your hubby happy birthday from me. I’d offer it in comment person, but I’ve deliberately taken myself out of the comment crew so my fellow bloggers don’t have to defend themselves for allowing my presence to the few who will be cruel.
;) love patty