Well that's one way to start a conversation...

Oh my. Last night Nick and I had some semi-alone time (Morgan spent the night with my mom, and the baby was asleep for the night), and it definitely didn't go how I expected. I was expecting some playful intimacy, and there was most certainly some of that. But before we got to that, Nick told me that I'd had a pretty poor attitude lately and it was time for him to "get out a big stick" and devote some attention to my butt. I was caught off guard to say the least since I had pretty much decided that DD and all that goes with it was a fond memory. He opened the toy chest and pulled out the Naughty Stick we got a few months ago from Cane-IAC. Now by this time I had already lost my panties in anticipation of gentler pursuits, so I was completely without protection, and Nick was intent on making up for lost time.

I'd like to say I took it with dignity and grace, but in truth I flopped around like a fish and yelled like someone was stabbing me. It went on for what seemed like forever, but what was probably somewhere around 400-500 swats. And despite knowing how much I needed (and in the overall picture wanted) it I wasn't exactly obedient about staying still. What I very much appreciated once it was over was the fact that he didn't let me dictate when it was over. After it was done we connected in sweeter ways, and when we were ready for sleep it was with me curled up in his arms.

The really amazing thing was that he had not read my blog, so he really did initiate this on his own. Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers - I feel so very loved all around.