But no matter how nice vacation is...it's always nice to get back home to your own home, your own bed, and all your other comforts.
I did manage to get myself in a little bit of trouble on the last day of the trip though. Guess just being out of our normal element and routine, I was just feeling very full of myself and got a bit sassy. It was all meant very playfully and Daddy seemed to really enjoy the fact that I was digging quite a hole for myself.
Later that evening, He sent the kids down to the beach because we needed to pack...or so I thought. As soon as they left, He rummaged through the kitchen drawer in the condo, pulled out a plastic slotted spatula and pointed to the bedroom.
Oooo...I might have poked the bear one too many times!
He bent me over the side of the bed and immediately brought the spatula down on each of my cheeks. I can't even describe the pain. I've been spanked plenty of times with a spatula but this time it was so intense that my body immediately tried to bolt back upright. He tried forcing me back down with His free hand and after only a few more strikes, the spatula broke.
As He returned to the kitchen, I buried my face in the bed trying to hold back the tears, unsuccessfully I might add and truly regretting my smart mouth. He returned this time with a wooden spoon and continued paddling hard and fast. There was no chance to count like usual to focus my mind, I just held my breath and waited for it to end. Within moments afterwards, the kids returned with impeccable timing as always, but just like that, all was right in our world again.
Life since we got home has been crazy getting ready for the kids to start school. I really enjoy the summertime without worrying about sports, homework, bedtimes, etc. but just like our D/s relationship, our family functions better with structure and routine. The youngest started middle school this week and the oldest will be starting college in about 10 days. So, needless to say, I am very happy to be returning to a normal type schedule.
On a different note, there are a couple of things happening this month that I am SUPER excited about. Both should be fun but will push my limits of comfortability a bit, perhaps alot. I'm not going give away one of them just yet but the other happens this weekend and I have been looking forward to it now for about a month. A friend, someone I met at the very first munch I ever attended a couple years ago, invited me to spend the weekend at a clothing optional resort!!
This was an opportunity I just couldn't resist and Daddy wouldn't have wanted me to miss out on it anyways. He is always supportive and encouraging me to experience life and have fun, even if it's not something that he isn't interested in doing.
So...as they say...let the good times roll!!