Today is going to be a quiet day in terms of posting.
john and I are battling.
John and i are battling.
It is a beautiful Sunday, and we are home for a large part of it. A lazy Sunday of sorts, as our plan is to drift through cooking and some cleaning….perhaps digging out holiday decorations. Perhaps not.
Except we are not getting as much done as I’d like.
Because we keep going at it with one another.
We are fighting.
With each other.
All four of us, swatting, pulling, grabbing, hammering, pawing, clawing, grasping at one another.
One house, and it’s me, Me, john and John.
Top vs bottom, Dominance vs submission.
John keeps pushing me into the bedroom, thrusting himself deep inside me, knowing I can’t talk when he does that. He is big. I’ll just say that. And when he really hammers it inside of me, I can’t get past it that easily.
And that is exactly what he is doing. Smiling the entire time he hammers into me. I don’t know how I know he is smiling, because my eyes are closed, because I can’t open them, because the hammering can be that hard.
I love it. I hate it. I love it.
I love it.
It can be uncomfortable, which is why he is smiling, I think. That, and the fact that he knows I love it far more than I hate it.
He stops either when he has had enough for the round he is in, or, because I have managed to push him off of me with my foot. Or, something like that.
And then it’s my turn. As soon as the fucking is done, the caning begins.
Because, if he’s gonna play, he’s gonna pay.
Because despite everything, I am the boss, the leader of this household, and that trumps everything, all the time, for every reason.
It’s not even noon, and I think I have caned him 100 times. And the bastard keeps coming back for more.
We can’t stop laughing today. We are both wearing hats in the house. His is a Santa hat, mine is an Elf hat. He is naked and collared and he’s wearing a Santa hat. I am still in my pajamas, in my hat.
If we get too close to one another, either one of a few things is going to happen; a fucking or a caning.
Or a deep, lingering kiss. That leads to the bedroom. That leads to a fucking. That results in a caning.
It’s a beautiful fucking day. Literally.