I am, Dear Readers, suffering at the present time from a serious lack of good, old-fashioned Corporal Punishment. This is not because of lack of opportunities or of people willing to dish it out (He Who Must Be Obeyed is nearly chewing off his hand in frustration) but because I have, the dreaded MEDICAL NOTE.
You see, my pearly white bottom is currently suffering from a blemish. A mark. A little red spot that appears when someone smacks me. This is a sign that my skin is feeling a bit overworked on the smacking front and therefore, the cure is to have a month without spanking. Or strapping. Or caning. Or birching. Or anything at all like that.
It doesn’t mean that I can’t play – far from it, there are many other things that can be done to me, such as spanking my thighs or tawsing my hands or sticking me in a cold shower or playing with me and wax or using a dildo or bondage or blindfolds or gags or just plain old-fashioned shagging but there is nothing like a smacked bottom*.
So until the end of June, I am without spankings. Given that I am inclined to have a smart mouth, especially when cross and out-of-sorts, this must also be very frustrating for the doms in my life. In fact, if in July I have to pay for every smart comment I’ve made by..er…the middle of June, I shan’t be able to sit down until August. Which will slightly negate the point of having a month off.
And you know, when you can’t have something, it becomes steadily more attractive. Is this why people start smoking? I am now not only dreaming about spanking, but fantasising about it constantly, yearning to feel a hand crack across my bottom, to wriggle, to cry.
I’m having to distract myself. Which means my dominant side is coming out to play. And there’s nothing worse than having a frustrated dom. They tend to be so much meaner, driven to the heights of evilness in a way of letting it all out.
I noticed my hands were twitching yesterday. Does this mean I’m going cold turkey?
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*Or a Dame for that matter.
You probably are going cold turkey…you’ll start shaking and have to curl up in bed before you know it! I quite like your heights of evilness though
Jessica, I’m so glad that I’ve found your new home.
Warm hugs,
You do get around, Lord F’s ward, Richard Lord Farthingdale’s blushing bride,
the haunted Juliet flying into the sunset to be Jeb Black’s wife.
I really enjoy your writing, and your adventures.
Paul.
Awww Paul – so glad you have found me!!
If you are as an assiduous reader of the personal blog as you are of Lowewood, I shall be delighted!
Jess xx
Aw, you have my sympathies on this. I think I would be crawling up the walls if I had to go for a month without spanking.
Not being in a state to be smacked sucks. I feel so sorry for you
Surely you can still top, can’t you?
Dunno why it took me so long to find your blog, but it’s highly entertaining. Thanks!
Hey, you found me! Hurrah! Queen of the commentators!
Yes, I can still top but that’s not *quite* as much fun…
It’s a british thing – don’t blow your own trumpet