My mom left this morning at 6:45 AM. I’m going to miss her, but it will be nice to have a little time to myself some days. Anyway, I mention the time because I was still awake. You see, last night I decided to have a drink with my mom after I got back from my writing workshop. It had been a long and stressful day and one scotch on the rocks turned into a double plus two large tequilas. I drank them over a period of several hours but I don’t drink much or often (long story) and it doesn’t take much to make me drunk.
I didn’t behave badly — I’m mostly the same but slightly more affectionate when I drink — but for whatever reason I couldn’t sleep. I know what time my mother left for the airport because I was still awake to say goodbye. Paul was off today so after my parents had gone he urged / forced me back into bed and I finally got a few hours of sleep. I woke up groggy and grouchy. I told myself I was going to spend the day in my pajamas drinking coffee (except my parents had finished off the cream) and maybe doing a bit of calligraphy.
Paul had another plan. He wanted me to put on a formal uniform (green shirt, black gymslip, tie, green kickers and knee socks). I wanted nothing of the sort and made that clear several times, something which was dubbed “whining.” He went off to the market to get me some more cream (okay that was nice) and made it clear I was to be in my uniform when he got back. I sulked a bit in bed and then got up to change into the uniform.
As I expected, it was uncomfortable and didn’t improve my mood.
Paul got home, fussed with my collar and tie a bit and then pronounced me acceptable. Then he determined despite the fact I had reblogged my caning he was going to take a picture of my marks and tweet it. It’s a measure of how hungover I was that I let him.
That done, he took me into the living room, pulled out a chair and had me lift my gymslip so he could lower my knickers. Embarrassment flooded my fuzzy head, but soon my head was down and I was across Paul’s lap getting spanked on my already sore (see comment about cane marks) bottom. He only used his hand, but it felt like it lasted a long time and definitely hurt.
Afterwards I worked on my calligraphy a bit — I’m starting a new series of classes tomorrow night on the italic alphabet — but after an hour felt very tired so asked if I could take a nap. I could and did, still in my uniform.
The day did make me feel looked after but frankly I think Paul enjoyed it more than I did. It also reminded me why I don’t drink much or often.