I wrote this a few weeks ago before Christmas, my next post will not make sense unless I tell you that…
Maintainance has come to have a special role in our weekly lives. Ours really is mostly two or three times a week where he spanks me and we almost always have sex. It’s not normally a really hard spanking, it is actually…I’m not sure what the word is to describe it. Enjoyable, relaxing, energizing, all things good.
Our maintainance spanking has turned into something lovely, something I look forward to. We have these flower lights I love that lay across the headboard, they create a very soft romantic light. He sits on the bed and I rest myself across his lap. Lots of times he starts out by just rubbing my back, or other places. ( I am pretty sure maintenance usually coincides with his interest in sex). Regardless, I love it. Then he moves on to hand spanking, sooner than later, whatever I’m wearing comes off. Next is the leather paddle, that is nice, until it’s not. He keeps it nice for a long time just when the sting gets bad enough that I start squirming and he stops. During pauses it turns into the most wonderful body massage. He runs his hands up and down my legs, up my back and works on my shoulders. Sigh…..it’s relaxing just thinking about it. I start to feel like I’m melting into the bed. Then he shocks me out of it with a surprise whack of the paddle and it makes me jump. He’ll repeat that process a few times and then he’ll pick me up and we move on to other things.
Our maintenance a few times a week has been the trick to keep me from ever feeling like I’m dying for some spanking action. It keeps us connected and is mutually beneficial. However great a physical form of maintainance is, I am realizing the most important relationship maintainance is meaningful conversation. Like the chicken and the egg question, which comes first… It varies for us. Sometimes spanking opens the door for better communication (it was definitely that way early on), and sometimes just talking gets me in the mood for spanking.