Cadi – A week of maintenance spankings and fighting the kinky-holiday blues.

Last week was a long one. Enid was busy at work, including a trip away to a training conference, and was battling a cold. I had a draining and painful period, meetings for a few new contracts that are coming up, and was trying to get the house in order before a busy work project started this week. Normally not having time to play would be fine, we’d make time to kiss and cuddle in the week and schedule a proper scene when we both had the time and energy.

After being away for Enid’s birthday to a BDSM bed & breakfast where we’d had four days to revel in each other and the very well stocked playroom, it was a bit of a bump back to earth. The intensity of our play then and the luxury of centring play and sex, made it hard to give up this week! We needed to stay connected and express that connection physically, even if we didn’t have the time for sex.

Enid was really pleased with the bruises left over from our trip away. She doesn’t mark easily, and my preference for warming up her skin slowly and using different impact toys to build sensation often means she can take a long session without getting any bruises or marks that last until the morning after. Seeing my marks on her really turned me on too. They were a badge of pride for me, that I had made her feel good and helped her push her limits, and for her too, they let her bask in how brave and good she’d been for me.

So, this week I promised Enid I would spank her everyday until we had the time and space for me to fuck her properly. It would help prolong the life of her bruises, help us stay connected and prevent either of us dropping after such a wonderful trip away.

Some days I was in so much pain with my period, all I really wanted to do was curl up under a big blanket and have Enid hold me and rub my stomach and aching muscles. But my job as her Domme was to step up and see through my commitment to her, because I had made it for a reason. So even on those days, before we went to sleep, I spanked her.

I used our cable loop a few times. This was great for allowing me to hurt her more, even when my muscles were aching. It causes deeper, thuddy pain that she really likes, that helped to keep her feeling like my little one and helped her feel ready for sleep. There were other days that I just used my hand on her bare skin, as she lay over my lap, surrounded my blankets and cushions in our bed.

Feeling her skin warm under my hand, and feeling the sting in my palm allowed me to shift my focus from the pain in my muscles, and concentrate on hers.

Some days we played music, to stop her feeling self-conscious that the neighbours would hear my spanks, but other days we let the sound of the crack of my hand against her arse fill the room.

On the night that she was away from home, she sent me a video of her spanking herself with a wooden coat-hanger. I praised her for being brave and being a good girl, committed to being mine even when away from me. The sound of it, in the quiet of her hotel, relayed back to me through my phone speaker, was so sexy.

When we were both away, after a night out for a friend’s birthday, I spanked her in our hotel bed after eating takeaway chips and watching terrible late-night comedy on the television.

Knowing that these spankings were not foreplay, that just as long as I chose to spank her for was enough, for both of us, was really centring. The pain for her was not punishment, or reward, it was simply what she needed as my good girl, and what I needed to give her, as her Mistress.

On Sunday, we did Shibari practice. I worked through some new knots and ties while we watched films in our pyjamas. We had planned to do a bigger scene with rope in the evening but didn’t leave ourselves with enough time. I found myself getting frustrated and upset with myself that I hadn’t made the best of our day together. But then I remembered that I had promised Enid I would spank her everyday until I could fuck her.

And that I had promised her this because I knew she needed to be fucked.

And suddenly it didn’t matter that the “scene” of the evening hadn’t gone how I had planned it, because it became about the “scene” of our whole week together. Every spank had been foreplay of a sort, that led up to me fucking her, and her coming around my fist.

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