I could do my usual fussing about Valentine’s Day. It’s not my favorite holiday. It’s a Hallmark holiday – one of many – that pressures us to spend money and makes us feel bad if we don’t have a romantic other or don’t get the right recognition of the day.

But this year – with Sir X stepping back into life and dominance, my world has changed. I got flowers. (I love getting flowers.). It’s a beautiful bouquet and it makes me smile every time I see it.  And, as y’all already know, Valentine’s Day fell on a Wednesday.

Wednesday is Maintenance Day.

• Pictured are: a short, wide riding crop with a wooden handle, a short wooden paddle, shaped like a boat paddle, from Bass Pro Shop, a thin strip of wood, maybe an inch or so wide, with a purple piece of rope to hang it up by, and a heavy wooden spoon.

The theme of the day was Life, and we all know the meaning of life is 42. You see where this is going, right? Yes. There were 42 strokes with each instrument – except the thin paddle. He started with that one, and counted them himself. So there would be 3 or 4 whacks, and then on the 5th one, he’d say “ONE,” and count accurately for a few licks. He did that randomly, despite my laughing protests. 

I had forgotten some of the ways he likes to play. He does this thing – he likes to play with my nipples. Ok, that’s not unusual. So he’ll touch them real nicely and then he’ll suddenly PINCH one really hard. That’s not unusual either, you know how Doms can be. But the thing he does that drives me crazy is that he’ll pick out one nipple to pick on – let’s say the right one. He’ll be real nice to the left nipple and save the hard pinches for the right one. 

Then he’ll tease me about the left nipple feeling neglected and left out – which it does!! He thinks it’s funny – he’ll talk to the left one and taunt it. “I bet you feel sad, don’t you? But I’m just hurting this nipple today” (PINCH). “I bet you wish I’d pinch you, don’t you?”

And sooner or later, I’ll hear myself say, “Yes. Yes, Sir, I do want you to pinch the other one, please.” He’ll look all surprised, and might say, “I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to your nipples.” Eventually, I’ll be begging him to pinch the other one. Begging. Knowing how ridiculous that is, I still can’t help it.

He didn’t even do all that last night, just alluded to it. Ok, tbh, he picked a good and a bad nipple. Now I can just think about what’s still to come…

But I was well spanked last night, and played with, and at the end of the night, as I was drinking tea, wrapped in his robe, I felt fully relaxed and things that had been bothering me a few hours earlier were not running in a constant stream through my mind. I could think about one thing and not feel overwhelmed or upset. It was lovely.