Lovin-Interrupted or Coitus Interruptus!

With so much recent sadness and stress in my life I thought I would share today's' comedy of "Lovin- Interrupted!" Notice the similarity in  "Coitus Interruptus?"

That is not an accidental comparison!

Since our home is once again filled to the brim with our young adult children and my MIL we have VERY, VERY little privacy! So spanking is limited to my Scotsman bellowing, "I'm going to skelp your arse or "you want to go over my knee?" There are the solid smacks that land upon my backside for cheeky moments or nasty attitudinal adjustment swats....they bring me up short with a new smile upon my face.

My cranky mood is quite out of character for this lady! Ahem...see the halo?!!

                                          

We often find quiet time to be intimate when night time falls upon the household. However we love those long drawn out quiet times for loving that allows us creativity...to explore. Blush, blush!

 My Scotsman likes to start out spanking and while concentrating on making me red.....nice...

he becomes distracted. Of course his distraction continues my DELIGHT....and HIS.

(Today he really owed me a different kind of adjustment since I punched him the other day while driving.....The arm--- not on the wheel.....I made sure! Sheesh....I am not that bad!

 

But

 Not 

BUTT

He used the lovely spoon that Ronnie sent me!

                                              

                                                        

 I love when he uses the cupped side.....NICE. Not too much sting...just perfect mellow thud. It is not overly loud, which makes it better for us.

Without becoming Toooooo graphic, I was enjoying his 'most purposeful attention' when my cell phone rang. Normally I would just let it ring....however since mom's passing....it could be important.

Since he is closer to the edge of the bed, my Scotsman reaches over to check. He shows me it is my SIL.

 I KNOW she will understand. So back to loving.

Then the house phone rings. UGH....when people can't reach you on the cell...They call the HOUSE phone!

WE STOP.....Grrrrrrrrr I am not happy, nor is he!

We hear MIL talking, "Hi, I don't know where anyone is....hmmmm...let me see if I can find Minelle!" Seriously?

I push my Scotsman up...... eyes wide---- positioned indelicately!...he quickly checks the door lock.

  ( A house in need of constant repairs may have bedroom doors that do not lock properly.)

Nothing happens--- sooooo..... I look at him and he at me....."let's keep going!' I whisper. OF COURSE I WANT TO KEEP GOING!

 Eagerly we start again!

He complains that his knees are uncomfortable at the edge of the bed. My Scotsman pushes me over to the opposite edge of the bed. Ahh... we are ready to continue.

This is where things get comedic! I hear MIL walking to our room, WE BOTH STARTLE, my Scotsman jumps up away from the bed--- white Arse bending over to throw on some pants!

I grab my panties..

Jiggle, jiggle on the door knob. Sweat breaking out on both our faces. "Minelle! SIL is on the phone, where are you? Here I have the phone!"

I quickly respond, "I'll be out in a moment, I'm dressing.....No wait I think, Da** it! 

"I'll call back in a few I shout!"

We try to get back into the mood....I am laughing so hard I can barely respond to his intentions.

He starts to get frustrated...Then we are both bellowing at the absurdity and laughing so hard we are unable to continue. 

I look at him and say lets finish this ........! He concurred! LOL

Thanks for reading, 

Minelle