Drifting

I am struck today by how much I feel as though I am drifting. This sense of floundering, unable to get a grasp on anything. Desperate for connection, desperate for something that I can’t quite articulate. I have been working on a post about my “toy bag” so to speak, but that’s difficult when, again, spanking and kink feel so far away. I don’t want to look at these things I love and cherish, touch them, take photos of them, write about them. We don’t have many and each feels special because of that, and engaging with them stings a bit right now. It also makes me think of the other ones. A ruler I bought in the Munich airport last January. A tawse (er, or two) I recently won on eBay.

Connection still feels elusive, life makes the already flickering lights of kink energy feel as though they’re going to disappear at any moment.

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A Perfect Bedtime Spanking

This is a deep peak inside my head so it feels a bit vulnerable, what I often think about while falling asleep or when thinking about a cozy bedtime spanking. It feels very personal, this look inside an ideal fantasy. I enjoy the thought of being the last thing someone needs to take care of or deal with, before they themselves go to bed. The last item on a do-do list – do the dishes, check; tidy the living room, check; put Marie to bed, check. It’s not usually practical with the realities of day-to-day life and parenthood, but it’s in there.

This is one version of what a perfect bedtime spanking could look like for me. Other versions would feel just as complete but this is one that occupies a happy little nook that I feel comfortable sharing and think of often. Accidentally posted a PW protected version of this a few days ago before it was ready for the world.

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