We just got back from a three-day break away in the Shires, where we come from originally. Yes, I know, we are secretly "Hobbits"!
It was so great to be able to go during the week instead of having to wait for the weekend like we did before I went on to a two-day week. We arrived late afternoon. The hotel was lovely and they upgraded our room. It is a very old building, and quirky. There are corridors and little steps up and down everywhere, like a rabbit warren. We had to go down five curving steps to our ensuite. I was terrified I would fall down the lot during the night as invariably I get up at some time to visit the loo. This picture was on the wall right next to our bed. I wish my bottom looked like one of these!
Starman attended his formal dinner with his old cronies in the evening, and I walked down to the end of the street where there is a rather smart Indian restaurant, and met my old flat-mate and her husband. Hadn't seen them for about twelve years! You can imagine that we had a lot to discuss. The evening passed very quickly!
Before we had set out on our mini-break, Starman had had a little chat with me. Actually, more of an HOH/TIH talk!
Unfortunately if I have a drink or two more than usual, just a smell of the barman's apron really, I have a tendency towards becoming rather verbose. I really don't mean to, but I can take over a conversation, holding forth as if I am some authority on a subject. Usually it's okay as everyone else has had rather too much to drink as well. But sometimes, apparently, I can be embarrassing, and I can make people feel uncomfortable.
Now, this is something I didn't realise until TTWD took over my existence. This is one of the things that Starman brought to my attention during our heart-to-heart the other weekend.
"It not only embarrasses our friends, Ami, but it embarrasses me too, and I won't put up with it any more. I will not hesitate to give to a warning if you go to far. Understood?"
I nod gravely. "Understood."
"Poor Beth went off to her bookclub with 50 Shades tucked under her arm, and never having read it herself, just going on your recommendation, and she nearly died of mortification. She was the talk of her neighbourhood. And then Dave came back to me and gave me a hard time about it. He wanted to know what exactly we got up to in our spare time. I won't have other people conjecture on our private lives. Understand?"
"And another thing. I don't mind you walking down to the end of the street to meet your friends at the restaurant. But I want you to promise me to ask Geoff to just see you back to the hotel. I don't want my wife walking along an ill-lit street at ten o'clock or so at night. Anyone could be about. I want you to promise me you'll make sure he does. Okay?"
I felt like a small child. The hotel and the restaurant are only a five minute walk apart. And I very much doubted that I would be any later than 10pm coming back. But I nodded meekly.
Well, that's two rules for our trip already, I thought to myself. Submission seems to reach out trying to trip me up where ever I go these days.
I found that it was actually more like a three-minute walk to the restaurant. My friends were already there when I arrived. As I've already said, the evening passed quickly because there was so much to talk about. Lots was reminiscing about when we were flatmates, but we also talked about our children and our lives in general. I'm happy to say that I had a single white wine spritzer and made it last all evening.
At last it was time to go. They had a longish drive back to where they lived, and my friend's husband had work the next day.
We stood on the pavement outside the restaurant. I looked up the street towards the hotel. Its lights were shining brightly and there was nobody about. All was quiet.
It was such a very short distance. I fidgeted.
Geoff looked at me. I think he sensed my unease.
"Shall we just walk you back Ami? It isn't exactly out of our way."
"It's very close. I'm sure I'll be okay. I practically be there before you are out of sight around the corner."
I studied my feet and sighed.
"Are you sure?" Geoff demanded. "We're quite happy to do so. It'll only take a few minutes."
I humphed quietly to myself. This was ridiculous. I had walked there perfectly safely.
Oh for goodness sake! I felt quite cross.
I kicked at a stone on the pavement.
If I said no, and walked back on my own, it would be just like Starman to ask me if they had seen me back. And if I asked them to accompany me, you could bet Starman wouldn't say a word.
But then I would know, wouldn't I? And wasn't Dishonesty one of the dreaded Ds?
"Thanks Geoff. Yes, I would be grateful if you really don't mind. Starman worries about me if I have to walk somewhere on my own after dark. I feel guilty asking you because the hotel is only just there up the street."
"No worries" Geoff assured me. "Come on let's go."
Roughly three minutes later I was back inside the hotel. Safe and sound. By ten thirty I was tucked up in bed reading a book.
Starman wasn't late either. He arrived by eleven.
The next day we went to see one of my very old school friends and her husband. We were due to stay with them that night. We are very close. She is as near to a sister as I will ever have, and we hadn't seen them since our daughter's wedding in the summer, so you can imagine we had a lot of catching up to do.
We decided to go to an Italian restaurant that night.
We had a really great evening. The restaurant was dark and atmospheric. The food and the service were both excellent. Again, I only had one white wine spritzer. Starman was very impressed. I didn't get 'tiddly' and I didn't let my mouth run away with me. It was a truly pleasant evening.
We left our friends mid-morning for our return journey. I dozed a good part of the way. We had a bit of conversation but nothing too taxing. Mainly discussing our trip and how much the city had changed from when we lived there.
Friday night I was very tired. I was in bed by 10.30, leaving Starman watching the Graham Norton Show. As I drifted off to sleep I could hear him laughing at the risque humour.
I woke up around 1.30am. The bed next to me was cold and empty. I padded to the ensuite needing to pee. Then I quietly opened the bedroom door and peaked over the balcony. He was fast asleep on the sofa, the TV playing happily to itself.
I wasn't exactly thrilled. This was something he had promised me not to do any more. Should I go down and wake him? Would he think I was checking up on him and be cross? I debated for a minute or two and then he suddenly awoke, looked around and realised what had happened. He turned off the television and got up switching lights off. I made a stealthy retreat back to bed.
He arrived about ten minutes later carefully getting into bed so as not to wake me up. I felt him reach out and give my bottom a quick rub. Then I heard him snore.
I lay and tossed and turned for the next hour and a half. Wonderful. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew it was 8am.
I went downstairs to complete my first job of the day - Starman's tea in bed!
When I brought it upstairs he sat up resting on his pillows. I mentioned the fact that he was very late to bed, and he acknowledged that he had fallen asleep. I further mentioned the fact that he had promised not to do that any more, and that I felt a bit let down by it. Now why is it that our HOHs are allowed to make mistakes?
He simply smiled and played with my left boob. He looked so smug that I decided that I had to have a little "reconnection" with him.
"One of my friends said recently that she felt it was very hard maintaining her submissiveness when her HOH didn't maintain his dominance" I told him.
"Did she now?" he replied.
"Yes. And that is exactly how I feel. Do you realise that my bottom hasn't felt your hand on it for two weeks now?" I know I pouted!
"Ami, I only stroked it when I came to bed, and you were asleep."
"No I wasn't actually. I had just been to the bathroom, and discovered you weren't where you should be. I nearly came down and woke you up. But then you came to bed so I didn't need to."
"So what is really the problem?"
"You went straight to sleep is the problem. After saying you wouldn't do the late late thing any more."
"It was all the driving. It wore me out. You, at least, were able to snooze in the car!"
"Starman, I have to tell you that I am feeling very needy at the moment. In fact, I think I will simply crawl out of my skin soon."
He looked at me askance, both eyebrows raised. (It's just the single eyebrow that he can't quite manage.)
"What on earth do you mean?"
"You haven't spanked me for ages and I'm feeling all on edge and bolshie. I don't know how long I'm going to be able to hold it together."
"Look Ami, you know we haven't had enough privacy to do it - or we would've."
"Well, I can assure you that I'm going to spend a considerable part of my day searching the house for something quiet!"
Starman roared with laughter.
"Don't make fun of me! You always do this!" I was getting a little cross. "I can't help how I feel. You still don't seem to understand."
He lunged for both my boobs this time, wrapping his arms round me and holding my back to his chest so that he had full access. I wriggled and squirmed.
"You seem to have a thing about my boobs these days."
"I've always had a thing about them honey. It's just that they have been covered up for years. Just look how they react to me?!"
Excuse me when I say he made me moan a good bit.
One of my new submissive rules (a nice rule, not a horrid rule) is not to wear anything in bed. It certainly feels strange after always wearing a nighty. (This turned out to be an answer to one of my questions on my list the other week.)
"You know. You did so well this last few days." I turned my head to look at him, surprised.
"You thought I didn't notice didn't you? Well I did."
"Sooooo. Like I saw Geoff and Emma bring you back to the hotel the other night."
Rapid intake of breath by me!!!!
"And I also noticed that you didn't drink too much or say anything embarrassing when we were with our friends. In fact Tom asked me whether you could get him a copy of 50 Shades as he was intrigued and didn't like to ask you himself. I told him that he'd have to do his own shopping."
Starman actually smirked at me!
"Let's let them wonder about us shall we? Much more interesting that way Ami. Us to know, and them to wonder...." He laughed and squeezed, and I laughed and squirmed.
"Didn't you tell me that there's more to this than just the spanking part?" he reminded me, now stroking a completely different part of my anatomy.
"Well, I'm still going to research something quiet" I mumbled, before giving myself up to extreme pleasure and becoming in danger of even forgetting what day it was.
Now, who'd have thought?!!!