Gravity, Energy, and Spankings
I saw my doc on Monday. "Do you understand the gravity of the situation you were in? The illness you had has a 60% mortality rate," she said. "You are fortunate to be alive."
MR's response: "I went too easy on you for that spanking."
The Dutchman's response: "I'll keep that in mind when I deliver my spanking."
CW's response: "I'm tempted to tie you to the mast of the boat and
give you a good whipping."
In cahoots with each other, the Dutchman kept egging MR on with regards to spanking me. One swat for each day I was in the hospital (15) as punishment for not taking proper care of myself. In response, I'd told him "Hey, deliver your own spanking!" So now I've got another one coming. *sigh*
I have learned that just as there are drawbacks to having a high pain tolerance (ie, landing myself in the hospital), there are also drawbacks to knowing the love of a few good men. Like spankings. Which is hysterical, since I'm oh-so-NOT the submissive type. Yet, I found myself obediently (and apprehensively) laying down at the foot of MR's bed and letting him paddle me pink, counting out the swats aloud. He was concerned I would 'enjoy' it. I didn't. It could be because I'm not into pain, or it could be because my libido still hasn't recovered.
I know my libido hasn't recovered because I had actually forgotten about my sybian until I stubbed my toe on it. And while my mind is stimulated by the memories of its use, my body is not following. Ah well.
There is an irony to this and that is that while I feel that my sexual energy is in a lull, others have commented on how being around me makes them think things that are embarassing in public. Heh.
It is going to be very warm today, so I'm wearing my favorite white muslin sundress and flip-flops to show off my new pedicure. Bright pink toenails!
Next week is the Portland Blues Fest, Independance Day, J's going away party, B's chocolate tasting, and B's game night. I hope I have the energy to indulge.