We are on vacation. The Man is in training, and I have been given the following directions for the day...
2. Work out if you feel like it
3. Check out the pool
When we began talking about this vacation, this time away, we had many, many expectations, hopes were very high, and the excitement was almost electrifying. Then... I got sick and the monster made a very poorly times appearance.
We have had a wonderful time and will continue to do so. It has not been crazy charged with the sexual electricity and adventures we hoped and planned. Instead, it has been the steady hum of excitement. I have felt loved and protected as we navigated New Orleans at festival time. His steadying hand as the umpteenth rude person shoved me, and I declared, "The next person that shoves me is getting shoved back." (Did I mention I hate, HATE being shoved) And his response was... "I will take you home if you do that, you ARE not getting into a fight down here, Little Girl." He also stepped up and in front and made sure I didn't get shoved again. We have played, I have been able to let my hair down and just be playful.
He has been indulgent, and we have talked, and talked, and talked. I am encouraged that we are reconnecting. We are talking about us, our goals, what we want to see, what we would like to do in our home. We will make one more trip to maybe two to Downtown New Orleans. I have expressed my frustration and disappointment at the monster and the level of anxiety it has caused me and is affecting us. His response, " We are going to continue to relax, we are going to step back and concentrate on what I know works for you, excites you and works for us."
There have been lots of swats, lots of play time and one spanking that he described as... "You know you barely got spanked last night." Me, " I know.. there were other, more important things to focus on." I figure in the next couple of days, that spanking is going to BE the focus, and well, I'm okay with that.