Today, before breakfast O decided I should start the day off right with an ass whipping. I was sure that I was bleeding all over my bed but I wasn't. He had me do something different tho, this time he had me kiss each implement before and after he used them. Honestly I would have kissed a frog because once the crop made an appearance I was far off in subspace.
My body was writhing as wave after wave of spasm seemed to wash over me. It felt sooooo good!
After he was finished torturing me, he got up from the bed, and took his shower. I really couldn't move, and just stared at the ceiling for the longest time. I did finally get up and got his shaving things ready, and put the toothpaste on his toothbrush (yes, my Master is very pampered) before heading downstairs to fix his breakfast. I was wearing my bathrobe and cooking his oatmeal when he came downstairs, dressed for his day. He gave my rear a firm swat and I saw stars.
I ran all my errands and stuck to my shopping list at Target. Maybe he should do this each morning I need to shop? I gotta say, there are worst ways to the start the day.