I forgot how much i love this song:
In case you can’t see it, or it won’t play, it’s Bob Marley doing Three Little Birds. “Don’t worry, ’bout a thing, cause every little thing, gonna be alright…”
I forgot how much more fun it is to do dishes and other mundane chores when listening to reggae. And –
I forgot how much better i sleep if i give myself a little orgasm before I go to sleep. I mean, I have my Magic Wand next to my bed for a reason. But too often, even when i’ve kind of revved myself up a bit before I lie down, i still fall asleep about as quick as my head hits the pillow. Y’all, even using the wand begins to feel like a chore. Silly, because –
I forgot how damn easy it is to have an orgasm. I mean, a quick fantasy –
“But it is time,” he says. Firmly. Gently, but firmly. “Go ahead and pull up your skirt and pull down your panties.”
i don’t want to do this, i don’t. And yet the thought of doing it makes me shiver with anticipation, and i know that if i touched myself, i would be wet. So i do it, i pull my skirt up so my ass is exposed and tuck it into the waistband before he even tells me to.
i hook my thumbs in my panties and pull them down to my knees, widening my stance so the panties stop there. He doesn’t need to tell me to do that, i know what he wants me to do.
i’m facing the corner already, i can feel him behind me. “Step back,” he says, “two small steps back.”
i step cautiously, not sure if i’m going to bump into him, but he steps back too. “Now,” he says, “both hands against the wall. That’s it. No, bend your arms, I want you leaning forward. Push your ass out more. That’s it. Offer me your ass.”
It’s just a bit awkward, and definitely humiliating.
“Get comfortable,” he says, which makes me roll my eyes. “Once we get started, I’ll want you to hold your position. I don’t want you wiggling around.”
“Yes, Sir,” i say, and i do shift my weight some to make sure i’ll be able to maintain the stance.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” i say, making sure my tone is pleasant and cooperative. i don’t like the consequences when i forget to do that.
“We’ll start with the ruler,” he says and there is no time for breath before it lands, hitting both cheeks hard. The second blow is lower, the third lands above the first one. i’m gasping already, the stinging burn driving away all thought, filling my world.
In the meantime, the lovely wand pressed to just the right spots, one hand on a nipple, and that’s all I need – that scenario – and Whoosh!! A lovely little orgasm that leaves me more relaxed than i’ve been in days.
Thank you, universe. I’ll try not to forget!