Signposts

Has anyone else noticed, that just when you think you've got it sussed, things take a turn?

There have been one or two small happenings in the Starsong household during the last forty eight hours, and once again Starman has pulled my security blanket away from me, and changed direction.

I am looking at the signpost in the hope that I can see in which direction we are headed.  But all I see is this.

It started Thursday morning.  (I know what you are thinking, "Spanky Thursday"!)  But no, not this week.  

"I have lots of things I need to get done today, Ami" Starman told me. "Let's have breakfast and get under way."

I looked at  him meaningfully.  He laughed.  (How I hate that!)

"Not this morning.  I've got...." He reeled off a list of people coming to "do" various jobs around the place both inside and out, as well as his own list of jobs, and also a list of jobs he had decided on for me!

My face must've been a picture.  

"I suppose you're going to take it out of me all day now?" he asked.  "Look, we'll have our session tomorrow morning instead."  And with that he leapt out of bed and made for the bathroom.

I glared and followed him.

"But No 1 son is home tomorrow.  You know that!  They're going to a wedding in the afternoon, and L is coming over to get ready as soon as she has done the horses."

Starman hates being followed into the bathroom.  He says it makes him feel trapped.

He studied my face for a minute.  "Oh I forgot.  Well, never mind, it's not as if I haven't spanked you at all this week.  What about Tuesday?"

"But that was a completely unplanned reminder!"

"Look love, go get breakfast and stop whinging."

Well!  Far be it from me to whinge!  Huh!  I'll show  him, I thought.

So I made breakfast, I cleared up the kitchen, I got on with my job list.  And I didn't whinge once!  Huh!

We were out at supper with a group of friends at a local restaurant in the evening.  We had a great time.  No problems.  (So there!)

Friday morning dawned.  The sun was shining and it woke us up early.  I stretched and tottered downstairs to make our usual morning drinks.

We sat companionably side by side, propped up on pillows, discussing the previous evening and the day ahead of us.  Apart from a fairly low-key fizzing, I felt good.

Starman finished his tea and homed in on my boobs.  Why he finds them so fascinating, I don't know.  But there it is.  

But for once I tried to fend him off.  The low-key fizzing was beginning to climb, and I just wanted to get up, get on, get my laundry started, get some gardening done....

Starman rolled me over on my front and "pinned" me down.  His hands stroked my bottom, then he squeezed my left cheek.  He leant close to my left ear and whispered, "You are mine.  This belongs to me!"

He then proceeded to show me exactly what he meant.

I was speechless.  It was like a sentence out of one of my spanky books.  All I could do was smile, and moan.  Well, I wasn't expecting anything like this, I thought.

No 1 son and girlfriend had the usual "clothing" crisis during the morning.  Actually, it was to be fair, not his girlfriend, she was all sorted out.  But I ended up having to go to his aid ironing a white dress shirt, and then he dashed around shining his shoes and pressing fresh creases into his suit trousers.  They borrowed my car in order to keep themselves clean (turning up at a posh venue in his 'workhorse' of a truck would have ruined the impression!) and off they went.

Starman and I sat on the deck having a leisurely lunch in the sudden peace and quiet.

"So." He turned to me smiling. "I'll have to see to your needs some time today, won't I?"  I'm sure he smirked.

I smiled back.  "Yeah, right." I think I probably replied, before clearing the table and carrying dishes back to the kitchen.

But it's surprising how prickly your butt feels when you think there may be the chance of some action at some point in the near future.  It was a good feeling, but I couldn't help but wonder how good I'd been all week.

It really was a lovely sunny day.  I did loads of laundry and hung it all out to dry, thus pleasing Starman who hates the thought of how much money we pay out to our electricity provider on a daily basis.

Towards supper time, Starman came by the house.  "Right after supper we will be going upstairs" he announced.

My breath caught.  Believe me when I tell you that we have NEVER done this before, NOT EVER!  I even got goose-pimples!

  

Help!

I cooked fresh salmon in white wine, garlic and olive oil, accompanied by a large salad, for supper, and once again we sat relaxing on the deck.

How I managed to eat I don't know.  Part of me was excited and the other part of me was a little nervous.  Ami Starsong was out of her comfort zone!

Supper was, however, a very pleasant meal.  Just the two of us, watching the fish ripple the pond, swallows flying low, bees humming.  It was over too quickly.

I was almost hyperventilating.  Ladies, I now completely understand what it must be like waiting for a disciplinary spanking!  I don't know how you cope!

All too soon Starman looked at me.  "Right" he said.  "Let's get on with it."  (Well, you know Starman by now.)

I looked at him apprehensively.  "What do you want me to do?" I croaked.

"Go upstairs and take off your jeans and knickers."

I couldn't talk.  My throat had closed up.  I turned and slowly made my way up to our bedroom.  I took off my jeans and found I couldn't go any further.  So I sat on the side of the bed, which faces the wardrobe and waited quietly.

Starman came up the stairs and into the bedroom. 

"Are you hiding?" he asked.

"No.  But I didn't know what you wanted to do" I explained.

By now my heart was beating so loudly I was sure he must be able to hear it.  I watched him as he crossed the bedroom and opened the drawer containing our 'implements'.  The rat kept picking one out, holding it up, slashing the air with it a couple of times, and then putting it back.  He swished the perspex ruler more than a couple of times and I could almost see his mind turning over the options.  Luckily he put it back.  I was so relieved when he picked out our pink leather paddle.  It is by far the easiest of anything we have.  I exhaled in relief.  I had been holding my breath.

I looked at him and he regarded me.  

"Okay Ami.  I want you to bend over the footboard."

I gasped.  We only tried that once ages ago.  After one spank I thought my ribcage would collapse.  This is like our bed

So I had some inspiration.  I gathered up our patchwork quilt and folding it, laid it across the wooden end.

"Over you go, then" Starman pushed me over keeping a hand on the small of my back.  "Hmmm. You didn't take your knickers off Ami."

No, I didn't, I thought.  (Really I was wondering whether he might pull them down for me like in the stories.  I was still in a trance.  But he didn't.)

He pulled them up a bit like a thong.  Then he started spanking.

My first thought was 'No warm up then?' but really, this paddle is what he often uses for a warm up, so I wasn't too concerned.

Geeze!!!!

There were moments when I thought I was horizontal!  My legs developed lives independent of the rest of me.  That blessed paddle has NEVER been used like that before!

I gritted my teeth.  This was good for me, right?  

At one point I had thought I would count.  Well that thought soon disappeared!

I know he was talking, but for the life of me I couldn't tell you what he was saying.  All I know is that he was doing what he does best - spanking again and again on the same spot!  I couldn't stay quiet.  I was yelling Ow! and Whatever I did, I'm sorry! and Oh shit this hurts!

He started spanking across both my cheeks.  My eyes began to water, and I thought that maybe I was going to start howling.  But then he stopped.

"Okay.  That's enough for today.  I've got to get on and mow the lawns."

I stood up furiously rubbing my butt, and blinking, heat spreading all over.  Wow!

No hugs.  Nothing.

"That was a bit quick wasn't it?" I asked him.

He had the effrontery to look smug.

"Exactly three minutes."  He was grinning and I felt a bit like swatting him one.  "I timed it.  See you downstairs."  And he was gone.

Oh.

I stood and craned my neck around and studied my butt in my long mirror.  It looked a bit like glowing coals on a fire!  And there are several welts, where the corner of the paddle landed.

My head was spinning.  Had this just happened?  What was it all about?  Where had it come from?  When had he decided on this type of action?  I was used to the 'going over the knee' type of spanking.

Like this!

Starman had taken the rug and shaken it, and scrambled all of my preconceptions yet again.

So I need to ask you all what is happening - because I don't know.  

What I do know is that Starman is never, ever going to be the type of HOH to enforce rules and regulations.  He's never going to have a set way of spanking.  He won't be pushed and prodded.  He'll dig his heels in all the way.  But left to himself, he will never cease to keep me on my toes.  And I mean that literally, because I kept moving up and down on my toes each time that paddle hit its mark!  

It was very fast and very intense.  For the first time ever, I sat VERY gingerly afterwards, and was quite happy to stay on my feet doing little jobs around the house.  I still have small red welts, and my usual two round bruised spots.

Yet all I did, all evening, was smile.  Although it was very different from my usual weekly 'reconnection', I felt yet another barrier disappear between us.  If anything, it seemed to strengthen our connection.  

Whilst consistency is very good, it isn't exciting.  It doesn't keep me on my toes.  It doesn't make my heart race and my breathing intensify.    

I have absolutely no idea whatsoever where we are or where we are going.  I don't think I care any more.  I am just happy living in the moment.

Starman just isn't a 'lovey-dovey' kind of a man, and he won't ever be.  He doesn't walk along holding my hand, or whispering sweet nothings in my ear.  But he holds all of these things in his heart

and I love his unpredictability.  The words I'll never forget are "You are mine."  I don't think I could reasonably ask for more.  

But as to our journey, and the direction we will take.  Well, who knows?!