This weekend, I was able to collect on my prize of a back rub…with only 16 swats, with the implement of my choice. Happy, contented, sigh.
I always get a warm up when I am across the desk. So the Captain did that with our blue cane. Then I chose the white cane. After dutifully counting (the verdict is still out on how I feel about counting), it was done. Over.
I was shocked. I felt lost. Empty. Like part of me was missing. Like…like something was unfinished…
UGH! I needed more. I knew it. Captain knew it. I recognize it, but hate it at the same time.
Back over the desk I went. I got many, many more sets of 16 swats BUT I got to pick the implements for each. This wasn’t for any other reason than I just needed it.
Then I lay across our bed, with a very hot, red bottom and got the most delightful back rub. Makes a nice picture doesn’t it?