Not much new to report around here. We're busy with jobs, lives, wedding plans, and general things like laundry. I did get spanked this weekend. M made it a temporary rule that I wasn't allowed to touch or pick at the peeling skin on my shoulders because he was (justly) worried that I would scar the skin. But it's just so cool, you know? The skin was coming off in sheets--crocodile sheets! So I did give in to temptation and then confessed (of course). Which meant that he decreed a spanking for me, and I, being the overtired girl I was at the moment, got downright sassy. (I think he said "mouthy, naughty, and defiant"--or something like that.) I really didn't think he was going to do anything at the moment and that's always a mistake (particularly if you voice that conviction). He took me in the other room and hairbrushed me with the ebony brush and then said that I deserved another hairbrushing the next day. Sheesh! So I got spanked two days in a row (within 12 hours) and I had to stand in the corner after my second spanking. Which is not very nice at all.
Don't worry. I'm pretty much recovered. ;-)