Life here has been a bit on the crazy side. On the up side my Scotsman has been home most of the summer and before.
His mom has been with her daughter. You would think
considering all of that –that our TTWD or our romantic sides would enable quite
a bit of playing. Unfortunately, so much has taken place that I am not quite
sure where to begin.
I am happy
to announce that my Scotsman’s sister is no longer living with us. It was a
horribly challenging month. I am embarrassed to share that I was not at my
best. However my Scotsman had my back and at all times was on my side thwarting
his family’s shenanigans. At the best of times I felt like a guest in my own
home, at the worst I lost my impressive temper all over “them.”
My hubby and
I worked together with a third party and managed to facilitate a better
arrangement for all.
Read between
the lines and consider the “mess” That was all around.
During these
months I have been swatted numerous times and threatened more. However
considering some trivial surgical procedure I needed to deal with, my dad’s
health, and work……..Ahhhhh the moments alluded us.
Before my
guy left for a job away we managed some erotic spanking and a nice bit of
loving. That connected us.
However, he returned this weekend and
Saturday morning as we were getting ready for a family party I swore. Now it
depends on my Scotsman’s perception of the situation, whether he finds my
language offensive. I really try and keep it clean…..at least most times!
*wink*
This time I
felt a MIGHTY swat or Three
on my right cheek! Well, I wasn’t in the mood and said that nasty word several
times! He just swatted more. My face must have shown my cheekiness, since he
thought I needed attention. I think he was also frisky. He told
me to get across the bottom of the bed. I thought this was leading to loving
more than anything else. I was voicing my perception of our time frame…….
He
wanted it fast and furious.
Soooooo, He stalked toward me and unfortunately
stubbed his toe… "Romance KILL!"
He was in
pain and I found the situation comical…..not his pain.
I giggled……Oh boy that was not a way into his good graces!
Before I knew
it, the spanking went from erotic to something else.
Fast and furious on my
bottom! Not fast and furious loving!
I am embarrassed to say I continued giggling
and laughing! OUCHING all the while. I had the presence of mind to say, “make
sure our son is really gone!” LOL!
His bare
hand on my bare behind was loud and fast! Faster than it has ever been. I
reached back a few (or more) times and was told to move my hand, he wasn’t finished. I
was still laughing a bit…..kinda saying stuff along the way!
(like....OW!)
He yelled
for our son and made sure he was gone while firmly telling me to stay folded
over the bed.
He came back
and continued! OUCH! The fire was building!
Then………
He rubbed my
red bum and leaned into me.
I knew he was ready for much more!
My Scotsman
said, "Gosh spanking you really turns me on!"
Ahem……It
certainly does! By the time he was through with venting on my behind we were on
to step two!
I voiced my thoughts, “boy
you definitely let me know you were upset!” Still rubbing my red behind.
I was happy with how it relieved OUR stress.
The title should say "MY LAUGHING at my Scotsman stubbing his toe......got me spanked!"
Now fast
forward to this morning and I found myself over the bed again squirming after
my irritating and less then respectful comments…..Truth be told I was not nice……
This
time we didn’t have a lovely after’s…….
Maybe tonight?
Thanks for reading,
Minelle
Maybe tonight?
Thanks for reading,
Minelle


