OK, Now That Was Good

Stepping away from the seriousness of the last post for something a little more fun. Aside from the club or parties, Sandy and I just don’t get to play that much at home. I’ve talked about the noise issues but it has become more than that. My neighbors have made me feel self-conscious about what I’m doing — what we’re doing — so much so that it ruins my headspace trying to be quiet. Last night, a brief respite from the imbecile neighbors and it was a good one.

Sandy and I spent a night in a hotel away from this place and were able to have a nicely satisfying scene — at least it was for me. It was a corner room with nothing next door or behind the wall — the Holy Grail of spanking hotel rooms. It was a nice place, real class, not like the kinds of places I’ve stayed in over the years like motels where the only thing separating the place you’re sleeping from the serial killer outside is a “door” made of balsa wood. But I digress…

It was a lovely and hard hand spanking to begin with followed by the implement cavalcade. I mostly like leather and have lots of items to choose from most of which I brought with me to hotel. The one thing I don’t often use because it’s so nasty is a ten or so inch long leather fastener which is used, I guess, to attach a saddle to whatever it is that puts it around the horse. It’s a relatively thick piece of leather and quite solid and hurts like hell. I found out the hard way when my follow through caught me in a delicate place. Note to self: Stand a bit to the side. This piece of leather elicited some good reactions out of Sandy and reddened her bottom quite nicely and when I say “red”, I don’t mean pink. Wood is something I don’t often use because, honestly, it seems boring. I did use a nice paddle on her as well which added injury to injury with more reactions. I was being mean but all was well that ended well.

The experience of being able to play like that privately was satisfying, so much so that I’m now seriously considering saying “screw the neighbors” and doing as we please in our own home. We don’t have to be totally over the top with noise into the wee hours but certainly we should be able to have some fun without worrying about the nosey people who live around me. Heck, I don’t even know their names nor do I want to know them.