It actually did get better! I really didn't expect it too. Oh, it got a bit worse before it got better, but it did get significantly better. Daddy and i have been Master/submissive for 7 years now. He knows me better than i know myself. I was 20 when we started our official relationship, but just 17 when we first met. Even at 17 He was providing me with the rules and discipline that I craved. Our relationship has gone through so many changes as i have grown, changed, and explored who i am at the core. We have realized that i am very much a babygirl slave and a spank whore. I have very little interest in any other form of pain, unless my mood is rather intense and I am feeling a bit off.
So yesterday afternoon after everyone else finally woke up, i managed to piss Master off again. Well, to be fair He was more irritated with me than angry. Master, His kitten, and i were all in the bedroom and Master was re-arranging the toy drawer. As He pulled stuff out Him and kitten were laughing and joking about the different implements. Before long i decided that my feelings were hurt because i was sitting right there and they were, in my mind, flaunting what i couldnt do. I am 34 weeks pregnant, so bondage is limited, spanking is limited, rough play in general is over... and i felt like they were being extremely hurtful. Not on purpose of course, but my feelings were hurt. I hadn't been spanked at all in over 2 months and i was beyond hurt about this. So i asked to leave the room and went to do some laundry. After awhile i went back to Master. Kitten had already left the room and Master and i started talking. The door to the bedroom was open the whole time and as i rambled about how i have been feeling emotionally, it came to me that i needed to be spanked. This pregnancy has gone so well because up until 2 weeks ago my rules were consistant, I was corrected and disciplined accordingly, and we had sex fairly often. These last two weeks have been full of changes, weird situations, and life interruptions. None of it was anything we could control, but in the process our normal interatcions were reduced. Add to that adding a new girl and the dynamic changes slightly. I can handle the dynamic change... but i was lost emotionally when the rules and discipline were interrupted.
So last night was our turn for alone time. Daddy decided that He was going to spank me and i was a bit nervous that it had been too long, but I gotta say that it was amazing. I got 75 swats, which is actually a very low number for my tolerance, but since it had been so long and we only have 2 hours during our alone times it wasn't really convenient to do more than that. Plus, it was more of a test to see what i could handle right now. The first 25 were with a leather flogger. My very first thought was "wow.. this is nice". The second 25 were with a ruler sized piece of wood. I about died in pleasure then, but the killer came next. The leather cane that Daddy had made.... by the 11th swat with that i was doing everything in my power to keep myself from going over. By the 19th i had lost count and was shaking badly, all in pleasure... i was nicely marked by 25 and even hours later i still had faint marks, which was amazing since i almost ever hold a mark for more than 30 minutes. Our alone time was beautiful and wonderful, and that is so wonderful because i needed it so badly and so did He. Our relationship was starting to suffer from all of the changes and distractions, and it was a wonderful way to get back to where we were. We need each other like we need air to breathe and although we very well could live without each other, we each choose not to, which makes it even more special. After 7 years of being together and 3 children we have formed a bond that can't be easily broken, but can be temporarily tattered. It was a night to recharge, and that was what we both needed... the time to center through each other. Hopefully at some point soon Daddy, kitten and i will get some time together because it doesn't feel like we're connecting well as a triad either right now. I worry about mine and kitten's relationship too because we really don't spend much time together, but i know that it has been a long week and that i've been sick, so i know that time can fix it all.
