Guess What?

No beating.

As in, there was no beating, and there will be no beating.  No matter what I needed, no matter what I wanted...no beating.

Why?

Because we were busy, and we were tired, and then we were tired and busy, and life, real life, has no regard for kinky-needs or butts that need beating.

And, to top it all off, Mother Nature showed up this weekend for her monthly visit.  Right. On. Time.  She is one punctual bitch, and she doesn't have any regard for kinky-needs or butts that need beating, either.

So, yesterday, I kind of had a pout.  To myself...at least I think I kept it to myself---Master may have a different opinion on that, but I tried.  I feel less pouty today, and I will feel even less pouty tomorrow.  And we will again be busy this week, but hopefully by the time the weekend rolls around again, and Mother Nature has departed, we will make time for a little bit of pain.

Hopefully.

*crosses fingers*

Move Along, Nothing to See Here...

Things have been rather quiet around here, kink-wise, and the blame is all mine.  See, last week I pulled an abdominal muscle, and that pretty much put me out of commission for any kinky-freaky-sexy stuff.  Poor Master had to suffer through three (3!!!!!) long days of no sexual contact before I felt well enough to handle the rigors of a blowjob.

Seriously, if you've never pulled an abdominal muscle, take my advice:  Don't do it.  If you have suffered this type of injury before, then you understand the ridiculous pain involved.  And by ridiculous, I mean as in that's how I felt every time I stood up or twisted my torso...ridiculous that movements we take for granted suddenly become excruciatingly painful.

Anyway, after about a week's worth of rest and ibuprofen, I am feeling much better. Sadly, my return to health also coincides with Mother Nature's monthly visit, so unless He decides to beat my butt either today or tomorrow, we are in for another week of no-kink.