Daddy said, "Why don't you journal today?" Not in the you must do it way, just as maybe a suggestion. So, mouse went into his study, lifted the shade and looked around. Stared at the laptop, and noticed a cobweb. In the corner, there was also some dust in the corner.
Who can write with such distractions? Such filth?
So she cleaned the study. Then a very short time later sat again and stared...
Was it lunch time yet?
Did Daddy call her?
Maybe a load of clothes were sitting in the dryer? Or worse the washer?
Nope, both were empty.
Oh, maybe some wash needed to be done?
No, she should sit and write something...sexy and fun.
Or maybe write about how she completely came undone recently during a maintenance spanking.
It wasn't such a thing, mouse probably just needed a good cry anyway. So when he lifted her skirt, her nose began to sting, before he can really begin, mouse was already in tears. He didn't stop but continued, until her tears began to slow. When he stopped he held her for a while and suggested that she take a shower. He cooked breakfast, while mouse got dressed and fixed her hair.
We didn't talk about it, and even now mouse can't explain what happened.
Maybe this is why she hasn't been able to blog?