Don't fall out of your seats, either of you who still check this blog. It really is a new post. With a new look.
When I last posted, I didn't know if maternity leave would give me more or less time for posting. Apparently it was the latter. Sorry.
There really wasn't much to report, though. I barely got spanked, barely sassed, barely had room in my brain for spankings, sex, or other fun things from my previous, pre-baby life. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE motherhood. It just...shifts things a little. The lack of sleep, the hormones, the fun side effects of surgery: they all collaborate to make spanking, sex, and fun a little less..well, fun.
In the last two weeks, however, I have been relieved to discover that I haven't lost those parts of me. They're not always accessible or convenient, but they're starting to re-emerge. M has spanked me a couple times. And I got a beautiful, intense, heavy, hour-long spanking when I went to visit some good friends this past week. Canes, hands, straps, floggers, the works. It's prideful, I know, but I'm also relieved that my tolerance hasn't gone away for good. I can still take a hell of a spanking. And quite frankly, I need it.
There are lots of posts about motherhood, spanking, my identity, and other things swirling around in my brain. I can't promise to post them soon, but hope they'll emerge over time.
In the meantime, it's just nice to have my brain and kink back where they belong.
