The Saga of the Sunburn, Part 1

I think something is wrong with me. No, really. I can't seem to go outside for more than 15 minutes without getting sunburned these days. Granted, I am of Swedish and German descent and I am a Midwesterner by birth. But I've been living in Southern California for two years (as of Tuesday) and I've never had this much trouble with the sun.

By now you may have realized that I am sunburned yet again. And by "yet again," I mean, " for the third time since my horrible horrible sunburn 6 weeks ago." Sigh. No, I'm not taking any medication that might make me more photosensitive--I'm not taking any medication, period. And no, I'm not a complete moron. I just don't expect to get burned by being outside for 15 or 20 minutes. None of these burns are even remotely the same as the bad burn from earlier and none of them are in the same place. I've been extremely careful not to reinjure the spots where I got burned before. But last weekend I was working on our little patio planting some herbs and vegetables; it was hot and I was wearing shorts and a sports bra. So my shoulders (carefully sunscreened) stayed fine but my upper and lower back got pink (a perfect outline of the sports bra). And yesterday I stopped by a friend's house for lunch and we sat outside to eat, so my chest got burned. Not my arms, which were also exposed. Just my chest. Sigh. I think there's something wrong with me.

And there's definitely something wrong with M. All his gentle good nature and sweetness have evaporated on this issue. I have a new rule about wearing sunscreen every day on my back, shoulders, and chest. So even though I have a Very Good Reason why I wasn't wearing it yesterday, he's not sympathetic.

Which might be why Lily is wishing she'd stayed home last night.

When he got home from his hike, Lily was over and we were having a girls' date. It was fun until I lifted my shirt to show him the new bra I got at Victoria's Secret. His eyes got kind of flinty and he said, "You got burned."

"Just a little! It's not bad. It'll be gone by Monday."

"You're getting paddled."

"It's really ok! I promise! Just a little pink--it's really not bad."

"You didn't wear sunscreen and you got burned. You have a rule about that. You're so getting paddled."

My eyes got big and my mouth went into a little o. "Then I'm going to keep Lily here with me all night."

"Then Lily can watch you get punished. She likes that."

This is true, she does. She isn't completely in the scene yet--she's still exploring what she likes and what she wants--but she definitely does like to watch people get spanked. Hard.

At this point she came and flung herself on me. "You can't spank Iris, cause I got burned today too." This is also true. Different situation than mine: she did put sunscreen on, but didn't reapply and stayed out in the sun all day.

M's eyes got flintier. "Then you're getting paddled too."

Lily let out an almost inaudible "eep" and buried her face into me.

He looked at us. "I have two naughty girls here who didn't take good care of themselves. So you're both going to get spanked hard. And you're both going to watch the other one get spanked."

We sat in silence, a bit surprised by the turn of events.

"But I'm not going to spank you now. I'm too sore and I think it will do you some good to stew about it."

Some negotiation about schedules followed and then, "7:00 tomorrow night it is, then."

Which is, if you haven't guessed, in, um, two hours and thirty-three minutes. Gulp.

Would you please buy me WHAT?

A quick check in. No, we're not maimed or dead. Or sick. Or even on a spanking break. We're just living.

We had a FABULOUS time at the Florida Moonshine party at the beginning of the month.

Chris and sparkle were here last night and we had a delightful time with them. (I even got a good girl spanking!)

I've been mostly well-behaved lately.

And today I asked M to buy me a hairbrush.

No, seriously.

I even spent five minutes with him on the phone while he wandered around Target looking for the right one.

Sigh.

No worries, my friends. We have enough damn heavy wooden, flat-backed ones in our house. This one was a round brush, to be used strictly for drying Iris' hair.

Fun with Text Messages

Did you ever notice how sometimes one simple phrase leads to a whole other conversation? And how those other conversations often lead to someone getting spanked? I had two of those last night.

Grin.

The first one was with Chris; he reported on the events fairly accurately here, so I won't reiterate them. But I did have a hunch that texting a fireman about a potential fire hazard in my bed might get a reaction.

The second one happened over the course of the evening. M had a meeting last night, so he set the Tivo to record the Lakers-Spurs game. Before he left I said, "I'm going to watch the game. Do you want me to text you periodic updates?" Being the diehard fan he is, he answered in the negative, rather emphatically. About half an hour later I texted him and said, "The Spurs are up by 80 at the end of the first quarter!" He texted back a raspberry. And that was all in good fun.

Fast forward to the fourth quarter of a very exciting game. I was chatting online with a vanilla friend of ours and mentioned that I'd teased M about the score--and that I thought he should do the same. A few minutes later he wrote, "Just sent the text." And we pretty much left it at that. M's meeting went really late and by the time he got home I was half-asleep. The conversation went something like this:

M: Are you asleep, love?
I: Mmmphgf.
M: Ohhh, I'm so tired!
I: I'm sorry, sweetie. Wanna snuggle?
M (climbing into bed): I actually want to watch the game.
I: OK, baby.
M: S wrecked it for me, though. He sent me a text that said, "Bummer about the Lakers."
I: [snort of repressed laughter]
M: What?
I: [snort of less repressed laughter]
M: What?
I: I told him to do that.
M (leaping out of bed): What?!
I (squealing and flipping onto my back): No, no, no!
M: You're going to be saying that more in a minute!
I: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow ... ow! (You get the point.)

We were both laughing, though he spanked me really hard with his hand and the hairbrush from my nightstand. :-( I fell asleep happy. And he did too: the Lakers won.

Twin Spankings

Is is sexier if you don't know what they're saying?



I just love the first girl getting spanked over his arm: yum.

Layers

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. ;-)

Red All Over

Just when I thought I was starting to heal from my punishments last week, Thursday came around. Which meant that D came over and I got spanked. I won't bore you with details (grin), but it was hard and heavy and I ended up very red and ultimately bruised. The red has to do with how hard he spanks, and the bruised has to do with where he spanks, which is far too high, too low, and too sideways for my taste. (Not dangerously so, you understand. I won't play with anyone I consider even remotely dangerous. I just happen to have a VERY low tolerance for what I consider too high and he spanks on the sides of my butt and my thighs, which I think is totally unfair. I don't expect to have a lot of input on this. ;-)) I've broken out the Arnica for the first time in a long time and we're running low.

And then just when I was starting to heal from that, Sunday came around. Which isn't a special date in particular except that M and I spent about four hours walking around outside and I got the absolute worst sunburn of my life on my back, chest, and shoulders. I am in so much pain (even two days later) that I have a hard time wearing clothes, I can't lift my arms above my shoulders, and the skin on my shoulders looks like bubble wrap (I'm blistered). I'm pushing the limit on how much aloe with lidocaine I can apply in a 24-hour period, popping aspirin and vitamin E pills like chocolate chips, and I even came home from work early today so I could work from home and not have to wear clothes that bit into my scorched flesh.

Before you ask: no, I'm not in trouble. M is being very sweet, rubbing vitamin E and aloe on me and giving me sweet attention. I know that Chris would have spanked the hell out of me if he lived nearby (c.f. an event from two years ago), but I'll be well-healed by the next time we get together. So I'm not getting spanked. But I am very, very red. And very, very in pain.

Sympathy, please.

A Real Punishment

I just posted at Punishment Book, so check out the story of my latest spanking over there.