Yes, Virginia, there IS sex in Florida!
I just gave you sweet readers a taste of my Florida routine -- and related disasters!
Now, let me explore a more delicate aspect of the day. As you lovely friends know, my life with Joanne is at best UNEVEN, with her being a loving spouse/accomplice/pal, but alternating with her low moods -- translating into various levels of unhappiness with MOI! As I've said, she's transmuted all this into a cordial loathing for Florida in general and our lifestyle here in particular.
This week has been better, though she's grumbled through the agggravations of getting this household running after months away. (Plumber in to replace kitchen faucet; Sears to check the water heaters; getting the hot-tub filled and running; and a large dose of ETC.)
Today Joanne's off to a seminar at a Catholic entity here, so I've had some enjoyable "me" time. I gave myself a little spanking with my favorite whip (a doubled phone-charger cord: I do commend it to you masochists -- it swings between my legs and snaps in a most satisfying way).
Then, for the first time in weeks, I indulged myself in a game that gets me into the vicinity of "subspace" -- when a submissive converts pain into a wonderful dreamy euphoria, and with luck into an unbelievable arousal and -- eventually -- a fierce organism. I've mentioned it previously: first thing in the morning, I get 25 spanks with panties pulled down -- then toss a quarter to see what further punishment is to be given.
Tails (yes -- not an accidental choice) gets 25 more with panties pulled up -- if, that is, they are "clean" hits. Swinging the whip between my legs sometimes connects with my knee or thigh (producing less pain than a direct hit), so I must start the count again... and sometimes yet again. When I get to a "clean" 25, I toss the coin again: if tails, 25 more across my ass; if heads, 25 across each breast.
Finally, one further proviso: if I continue to toss tails, there are 25 more each time until heads occurs; if I get heads again, another 25 to each breast. (I wear a light bra, so the pain transmits as sharply as it does through my panties.)
I'm allowed to opt out after 4 heads or tails in a row; I must take the final punishment bare, removing either panties or bra for it. Today, I had about 75 on my ass (counting the re-starts), and 100 on each breast. But then tails occurred, so I was required to sit down (!) and type this public report of my misconduct.
Joanne is due back about now. I will continue the game as opportunities permit. Spankings are difficult if she's around. My bedroom upstairs is rather open, so the sound of spanks can be heard in the TV room downstairs, where she chooses to sleep. We used to sleep together upstairs, and she led many a thrilling punishment session -- intense trips to subspace, to my utter delight! (Masturbation [my only option for me; she doesn't indulge herself, to my near certainty] is proving a pretty fair substitute in the unfortunate circumstances.)
Now, let me explore a more delicate aspect of the day. As you lovely friends know, my life with Joanne is at best UNEVEN, with her being a loving spouse/accomplice/pal, but alternating with her low moods -- translating into various levels of unhappiness with MOI! As I've said, she's transmuted all this into a cordial loathing for Florida in general and our lifestyle here in particular.
This week has been better, though she's grumbled through the agggravations of getting this household running after months away. (Plumber in to replace kitchen faucet; Sears to check the water heaters; getting the hot-tub filled and running; and a large dose of ETC.)
Today Joanne's off to a seminar at a Catholic entity here, so I've had some enjoyable "me" time. I gave myself a little spanking with my favorite whip (a doubled phone-charger cord: I do commend it to you masochists -- it swings between my legs and snaps in a most satisfying way).
Then, for the first time in weeks, I indulged myself in a game that gets me into the vicinity of "subspace" -- when a submissive converts pain into a wonderful dreamy euphoria, and with luck into an unbelievable arousal and -- eventually -- a fierce organism. I've mentioned it previously: first thing in the morning, I get 25 spanks with panties pulled down -- then toss a quarter to see what further punishment is to be given.
Tails (yes -- not an accidental choice) gets 25 more with panties pulled up -- if, that is, they are "clean" hits. Swinging the whip between my legs sometimes connects with my knee or thigh (producing less pain than a direct hit), so I must start the count again... and sometimes yet again. When I get to a "clean" 25, I toss the coin again: if tails, 25 more across my ass; if heads, 25 across each breast.
Finally, one further proviso: if I continue to toss tails, there are 25 more each time until heads occurs; if I get heads again, another 25 to each breast. (I wear a light bra, so the pain transmits as sharply as it does through my panties.)
I'm allowed to opt out after 4 heads or tails in a row; I must take the final punishment bare, removing either panties or bra for it. Today, I had about 75 on my ass (counting the re-starts), and 100 on each breast. But then tails occurred, so I was required to sit down (!) and type this public report of my misconduct.
Joanne is due back about now. I will continue the game as opportunities permit. Spankings are difficult if she's around. My bedroom upstairs is rather open, so the sound of spanks can be heard in the TV room downstairs, where she chooses to sleep. We used to sleep together upstairs, and she led many a thrilling punishment session -- intense trips to subspace, to my utter delight! (Masturbation [my only option for me; she doesn't indulge herself, to my near certainty] is proving a pretty fair substitute in the unfortunate circumstances.)