Thursday, July 20, 2017

A Brat is on the Loose!

Eric is coming home tonight and I'm feeling sexually starved and playfully bratty. 
What a lovely combination.

On our last call, he threatened a spanking to any girl who dared to throw his pillows on the floor. Determined not to risk being anything other than his perfect angel, 
I've hidden every single pillow in the house - including the two from the couch.  

"But darling, I didn't want to risk a pillow being thrown!"

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Eric was annoyed at the hotel because he ended up with a rather dry sandwich and no ketchup, mustard, mayo or salsa in the place.  My man is the condiment King and I listened to him gripe about that sandwich for days.  Last night, the condiment fairy filled the top two shelves of our refrigerator with every sauce known to man.  There is caramel, honey, hot fudge, chocolate, three types of mustard, BBQ sauces, salsas, relishes, gravy, dressing - oh the list goes on! 

"But sweetheart, I'd hate for you to ever have to eat another dry sandwich again!"

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I can hear him now.  "Amy Lynn!  Upstairs this instant."  We'll make our way to the spanking chair where I'll receive a classic strip down and warm up with his hand.  Then he'll take the key to the toy box and throw it open to release his favorite leather strap but the inside is sparkly clean and empty. 

"But honey, you told me to clean up our toy box and I promised you wouldn't come home to a mess!"

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At some point, when it's time for the great reveal, I'll show my love that the tool shed he 
ordered came a week early and is already constructed behind the house.  
Maybe he should have bought a bigger one.  There is hardly any room left after I 
stocked it with pillows, implements, toys and a mini-frig full of our food. 

"Surprise!"

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Amy

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

"Go to bed!"

Eric called to say good night. He sounded tired 
and like work had burned him completely to the ground.

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"No boo-hooing tonight, Amy Lynn," he warned, 
"I'm here, just doing my thing, and nothing has changed. 
I love you, I miss you, you are still my girl, so there. 
Now go to bed. We both have an early morning."

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"What?!" I whined.  "That's it?! Honey, you're making me pout!"

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"If you want to pout, I'll give you something to pout about," he said.

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I started laughing. I started laughing so hard that it turned into tears.

"If you want to cry, I'll give you something to cry about," he responded playfully.

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Eric had told me years ago those were lines his mother had used when he was growing up.

"If you were here right now," I threatened, 
"I'd throw all of your pillows on the floor and make you pay attention to me!" 
(Thank you for that idea, Jan.)

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My age does not matter.  
Sometimes it just feels down right good to throw a fit 
and Eric caught onto my vibe without a hitch.

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"Young lady!  If I were there right now, you'd be getting your ass lit up 
while you picked up every one of those pillows."

My darling husband was suddenly awake and full of creative scenarios. 
We watched a few naughty videos together 
and fantasized about new things to try when he gets home.  
We talked way too long and then I reluctantly let him go, 
with direct orders for me to get some sleep.

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I can't sleep now!  
My head is swimming 
with the promise of delicious fun to come.

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Night night all. Sweet dreams!

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Amy


Monday, July 17, 2017

Read the Warning Labels

My latest posts have been somewhat blue.

Seems I've been getting seriously down about Eric being gone, school being over, and being alone. Bloggers have piped in, trying to cheer me up.  Suggestions have been made that are right up my alley and things I would normally enjoy doing but somehow, none of them are happening.

Eric and I talked for over an hour this morning.  He chatted about our good-bye on Friday.  A stinging spanking with the hanger, kisses all over my body, a doggy-style quickie in the living room. All good. All special. All us.

When we hung up, he said, "I miss you," and then he went to work.

I should have jumped in the shower and gotten dressed but instead I crawled into bed worried that he no longer loves me.  HUH?!!!

I thought back over the past few days.  I'm sad. Down. Feel like I'm going nowhere and more and more like the world is a depressing, unhappy, lonely place.  HUH?!!!

I won't drag this on a moment longer.  I started taking a new medication last week.  After that call, I read the warning label.  "May cause anxiety, mood swings, depression."

Classic.  Trying to get healthy and... a good reminder for us all!

I knew something was wrong this weekend when the thought, "I don't care if Eric ever spanks me again or not," crossed my mind.  Hello!  Not this girl.

Amy - not taking anymore pills.