Bare Bottomed Escapades

Yesterday was an astounding day of giddyness, rejuvenation, and contented happiness. The three of us (KYOTKGUY, Jessa, and myself) had a wonderful visit, even though a couple of spankings were warranted. Jessa got the far worse spankings, seeing as she's a bit more hard-headed than I am. Well, I don't know if that's an accurate statement. I just know who's more hard-headed than ME. *grins* *flashes look in KYOTKGUY's direction* I did spanked, and it was a rather painful affair. (Yes, I know, they're supposed to be....) *rolls eyes* I was cold. Like, really cold. My bottom and my legs were cold, too..... which means that any spanking is going to automatically hurt a TON worse..... even a light one. He has these barstools that might better be described as "tables" in their own right. Just because they come as a set of four, and are meant to sit under, and be used with, a slab of wood the size of a Redwood tree (the real "table"), doesn't make them any less massive. They're huge. I loathe them. KY usually, if not always, spanks me OTK. It ensures that I stay in a good frame of mind, and ensures that I remain fully in the present and don't have to battle memories. Well, bring this bohemouth of a beastly stool in..... and I loose all semblance of control. All. I dangle. Not like, over someone's lap in a chair and your head is close to the floor, but your hands reach and your tippy toes, do too. NO. That is not this. I go over his knee, and my balance immediately shifts to him. Ok, not a problem.... I don't mind that. I trust him; he can have my balance. What I DON'T like (AT ALL) is the fact that my hands are at least 2 feet from the ground, my feet a good 18 inches, of not more, and the fact that I jackknife over his knee. if I go limp while being spanked in this position, I swear, i can touch my toes. Easily. I loose absolutely all ability to do ANYTHING without his say-so, because I have zero leverage. I can work off of..... the air. And friends, let me tell you..... while the air and I are good friends..... we talk all day, every day..... it's no good in a fight.

*takes a deep breath* *grins* Wow, that was a rant I didn't know I had in me. Anywho, these stools are no no no fun. Spankings out of the way, I just got a chance to lean into him while the three of us talked. Nothing really remarkable.... my back to his chest, and his arms loosely wrapped around my shoulders from behind. There is nothing that makes me happier than for him to have his hands on me because he can. On my shoulder. My hair. My wrist. Leading, guiding, directing, holding. For no other reason than.... he can.

Unfortunately, we didn't have much time together yesterday, but Jessa and I had some plans. We had a camera, and nature was calling. We headed down to some secluded areas in the far out-reaches of a teeny-tiny county, and started getting pictures. We worked our way back towards slightly bigger counties, and then, we found a jack-pot of opportunity. A windy, curvy, one way in and out road that went on FOREVER. The splashes of red, gold, brown, orange, and green set the mood, and the light feathering down from above made seem like an alternate universe. Here, we got the most pictures, and we got some fun one's, too! Due to the seclusion, we weren't afraid to showcase our freshly spanked bottoms. I'm not going to post any pictures until I talk to KYOTKGUY, but we'll see!