Erm...yes, Uncle Nick, save the sarcasm...SIGH!
I have finally arrived in the UK after frantically finishing off all my responsibilities
and duties with my previous employer. I would rather want to forget about the
packing and unpacking of my personal belongings. I soon realised that with the
airline's baggage weight restrictions, whilst trying to fit everything in, also
meant that I should have budgeted another two days or so trying to make things
weigh lighter.
Not that it quite worked...the damn luggage was still over the
required weight, but thank the gods above for a ground crew member irritated
with her boss. Her massive sulk combined with my strategically well placed
sympathy saved me quite a bit of money! It is now three weeks later, and I am
still pinching myself, not quite believing that this time I do not have to get
on a plane soon to leave again.
Taking into account that with rather being occupied in other areas for the
past couple of months, my bottom has been reasonably well protected, but my arrival
in the UK, coupled with being around Uncle Nick meant that sooner or later (and
trust me...it was the sooner bit that came first), I would start gravitating
towards the “I think I need to be spanked” thoughts. However, I am a realist -
the nice tingly thoughts of wanting to be spanked continuously did get
confronted by the cold (hot would be more apt) reality that when Uncle Nick
gets hold of your bottom, you definitely know it. I swear his hand is harder
than a rock!
Believe it or not, I am also quite a “good girl” most of the time, and for
the rest, I tread carefully - I really do try and stay out of trouble. All of
this only resulted in days of trying to decide whether I really do want to be
spanked (Yes!!) taking into account the hardness of the hand that will be doing
the spanking (No!!) whilst knowing that my carefully controlled good behaviour
would mean that I actually will have to ask for the spanking...which started
the circle of contemplation all over again.
At least the issue has now been resolved, although not quite in the manner
than I anticipated. All I have to say - do NOT go and sit on a cold wall and
when all feeling have left your derriere, go up to a spanker and turn around
lifting your skirt telling him to feel how cold your bottom is...
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