Well, that break flew by, didn't it? Harry stayed fit and well; thank you for all your blessings, positive thoughts and good wishes. It didn't exactly go as planned here in the Jones household, but there was plenty of spanky action, nevertheless. Four spankings in five days!
Despite his best intentions Harry had to work on Thursday, though not a full day. He sent me a text in the afternoon saying, "Your 3 o'clock has just left the building." Uh, oh! I know what that means!
Friday night, Harry decided I needed "help" to get a good night's sleep in preparation for a busy day on Saturday. Saturday night was "Just because."
It wasn't until Monday that we got to pull up the imaginary drawbridge to keep the rest of the world at bay. We'd had a pleasant but tiring day with relatives the previous day, so we slept late and had a leisurely breakfast. Harry was up and dressed first. As I made my way to the bathroom he told me to give him a shout when I had showered and not to bother putting on clothes. I did as I was told and what followed was the longest, most sensual, spanking I have ever had. When Harry patted me to let me know we were done, I couldn't move straight away. My bottom was red and stinging but I was overcome with a feeling of calm and contentment that lasted all day.
Harry cooked a superb dinner that evening (rare fillet of beef with a red wine, cream and mushroom sauce, sautéed potatoes, and red peppers roasted with baby plum tomatoes, in case you're interested!). As he ushered me to my seat, he asked how my bottom was and I replied that it was still a tiny bit tender but I wasn't complaining. He had a quizzical look on his face as we raised our glasses in a "bottoms up!" toast and I said, "No, I don't know how it works, it just does!" He said he'd accepted that a long time ago, he was just wondering if I'd ever want to stop. If he spanked me every day for a month, would I be over it? I'd certainly be glad the month was done and dusted but I'm sure I wouldn't want to go back to life before ttwd, it's part of who I am. Fortunately, Harry wouldn't want to go back either; he loves the changes this dynamic has wrought as much as I do.
He's not working tomorrow. After he kissed me goodbye this morning, he said he'd see me at 5 o'clock. Uh, oh! I know what that means!