I took these pics for A. to show him the damage from the phone spanking he gave me on Tuesday (I managed to miss my bedtime 6 out of 7 nights last week). I guess one good thing about being on Coumadin (and just about the only thing) is that I can mark even from self-spanking. Especially if it involves a clothesbrush and a wooden spoon.
It's not the most I've ever marked -- not by a long shot. But then, usually the strokes come from a much better angle.
And considering how late it is that I'm posting this, there will be more phone spankings to come, methinks.
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Natty, for self spanking those are very good marks.
A, seeing them will know that you did your best.Warm hugs,
Paul.
Lol @ the much better angle. It wasn't until I found somebody else to try my bathbrushes on me that I understood the widespread aversion to wood in our community.
Six out of seven?! Maybe you need to adjust your bedtime again... (not that I have any room to talk)
Take care!
Indy
Paul -- Why, thank you. A., alas, was not quite as impressed as generally the spankings he gives me himself usually produce a fair amount more coloring. I suspect this means a more marked bottom from here on out -- not too mention a much more sore shoulder! ;-)
Indy -- It is true. Wood hurts. A lot. They are the implements A. and I have had to be extra careful with regarding too much bruising, though I've been remarkably surprised at how much we have been able to use them given that I'm on Coumadin.
Regarding the bedtime, normally you'd be right. And we did talk about it...in a round about way. The problem, however, wasn't so much that I wasn't tired enough, it was that I was too tired and would wait until the last possible minute to get ready for bed because I was so tired and didn't want to get up. And even that might have merited some leniency. But we set up a rule a few weeks back that I shouldn't be online after 11:30pm to help make sure I get ready for bed on time, and I completely disregarded it last week. And by doing so, left myself with less time to get ready for bed rather than more, which is what I needed.
All a very long-winded way of say that yeah, I had it coming... ;-)
Lately I was sick with a cold, my husband being away. On the phone I must have sounded fairly miserable.
My husband ordered me to take a suppository for throat ache. I think these are mostly unknown in the US, but I had repeat encounters with them as a child in France. They contain a mix of antiseptics that would be uncomfortable to take orally (including camphor and eucalyptus extract).
Two things: you immediately feel the suppo when it's inside you (all this eucalyptus and so on give you a kind of itch), and should you fart you also start smelling like eucalyptus
see http://www.petiteanglaise.com/archives/2004/07/07/calpol-and-suppositories/
So it was a kind of remote "loving care", since I went on with the phone conversation (it's Internet phone, so it's unmetered) as I prepared the suppo and the lube, then took my medicine.
Wow... I don't mark at all easily. I'm kind of envious right now. :)
Marie -- Remote loving care can be so nice, especially when you're feeling icky and really needing some comfort. :-)
Marianne -- Yeah, before starting Coumadin I wasn't really marking all that much anymore. Ah the perks that come with being pharmacologically turned into a hemophiliac! ;-)
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