I sneezed so hard I think I threw out my back. Sir does it all the time, but I had yet to experience this pain. As soon as he saw me sit back down slowly while wincing, he sent me straight up to get a hot shower. Getting old is hard.
After my shower and getting the kids to bed he told me to lay across the foot of the bed. Then he felt around my lower back until he found a knot and went to town. I’m normally not a massage type of person. Somehow hitting me relaxes me a lot more than massaging. I swear I’m not a masochist.
But after a good rub down, I was a puddle. And then I felt the belt slide across my back. I just sank into the bed. I think he laughed, I’m not sure.
Sir has taken to rereading my Kink of the Week posts and using them to his advantage. Last night he read the belts posts. He thought he would indulge me and practice.
He was definitely aware of my puddle state as he didn’t make me count. He usually does and it always drives me crazy as I can’t let go. But not last night. Last night I let go. I’m not positive I hit subspace, but I don’t care. I’ll go there anytime he lets me, subspace or not.
When I was all red and warm he asked if I thought I could sleep. I think I moaned something, but I can’t be sure. He told me to crawl into bed. I must have.
He said it was the fastest that I have ever fallen asleep. Usually I lay awake for an hour at least. It was blissful. He says he is going to beat me before bed every night, especially if it will help me sleep. I know that last week I said that mornings were my favorite time of day, but I may have to rethink that. A nightly beating sounds like the perfect way to go to bed. Throw the word used in there every once and awhile and I will be one happy fucktoy.