Okay, maybe it wasn’t exactly no good. There were some terrible things.
Okay, not terrible. Stupid, oh hell yeah… like…do you know what happens to a Hot Pocket if you nuke it for 13:00 minutes rather than 1:30 minutes? If you said “almost start a fire in the microwave at work” you’d be cor-rect! And of COURSE I had to do it while there was a customer AND the boss there too.
Everyone else was fine about it, crisis averted. But what a dumb thing to do. Sheesh. That’s what happens when I’m rushing around. And so no lunch for nilla, and 12 hours without eating doesn’t make me any smarter. Sheesh. Let’s say that the best part of work…was locking up, and heading home.
It was a busy weekend, lots of shuffling of family members, kids there, teen there, wife there, all of them off to there, and me here and and and ….
I woke up Sunday in a TERRIBLE mood. Just ugly. And I was growly and gruff. I had slept badly, despite a lovely orgasm from Master. Likely work was playing tapes in my head. And then there was the dog going outside and being allowed to bark at 6:55 a.m. right under my bedroom window (wife’s subtle message that I should be up by then?) I mean, c’mon. The ONLY day I don’t work nor have to be up early and she’s going to let that happen.
*sigh* So, shitty mood.
I went to meet Master this morning. Our play day is on the horizon, but we’d not seen each other for 2 weeks, and I was hungry for some face time. And He could tell I was in a mood.
And He worked to jolly me out of it.
I was still grumpy.
(this is a bad headspace to be in when with one’s Sadist, just sayin’…)
Soooooo…it’s time for me to go, i have a zillion things to attend to while wife and kids are away. He walks me to my car, tickling me, and pinching me. OUch. giGGlE!
So here’s where nilla learns her lesson.
I get into the car, roll down the window. He pinches my fingers, making me whimper. I need the pain, but you know what?
It is pain and it fucking hurts.
And I reach up, run my fingers up His arm. Wanting more.
I have no fucking idea where my brain went. Seriously. Like…*poof* the nilla brain went away….
I reached out and pinched His nipple.
He *stares* at me.
“What the fuck nilla?” He says, His voice incredulous…disbelieving my temerity.
And he pinched the fuck-all out of my arm, pinning me in my seat and pinching so fuckity-fucking hard it made tears well up.
“You….you…do NOT touch my nipples.” He says.
Funny thing is, driving home with my arm throbbing…it seemed to sweep away the cobwebs, brush out the raw edges…and by the time I got out of my car? The mood was changing.
I got a text from Him as I got home.
“You get a nooner.”
The last time I got one of those, I couldn’t take advantage of it, but this time? I literally leapt upstairs and got right to work on that task!
And Oh. What an O that was. A nooner. Woot!
And the no good, terrible, very bad weekend?
Shrunk to manageable levels and put away.
Next weekend, I’ll get the spanking I so definitely need. But for now, those bruises will have to hold me.