Feel the Burn

Exercise happens first thing in the morning or otherwise Ella blows it off.  I think I have exercised pretty consistently, though, for most of my adult life.  Don't go to a gym usually, but since I am getting rid of my treadmill to make space for a nice guest room, I just may join one next winter.  When I was working, I almost always put in 10,000 steps a day.  The medical facility and campus was massive.  All I had to do was walk instead of taking the shuttle, and I made my goal.
  

On top of walking, though, I still do a routine that takes me about 30 minutes before getting into the shower.  Now that I am retired, I still strive to exercise daily but do not have to rise and shine quite so early.  There is some cardio, some weights, core-strengthening, resistance, and agility/stretching.  There are also some exercises that I learned from physical therapists that target an injury or condition.

My routine starts in the kitchen with some old ballet stretches on the counter and several others that utilize stretchy resistance bands.  Then on to the living room with

something to drink and the television news or weather.  I keep weights in a copper fireplace bin intended for logs.  Besides some lifts, I also use them to stretch the muscles in my upper back to alleviate fibromyalgia pain.  Next I bring out a large blue core ball for exercises designed to strengthen the core muscles.

I was right at this point in my routine last week, sitting on the core ball, when Sam walked in with his coffee and a smile on his face.  He set the mug on the end table and came toward me.  

"I feel like I have been remiss in my husbandly duties this week.  Think I need to address some attention to your bottom before our day starts." 

Sam always likes to take my hand when there is a spanking imminent, just like he is asking me to dance.  Later, some dancing on my part is possible, depending on the implement in his hand.  This particular morning, he had nothing in his hand, so I was hoping for some happy spanks.  

  

I do not own  any fancy yoga wear; old gray, baggy sweatpants and a big tee shirt are fine for me.  Sam led me to a chair and pulled me across his knee.  From his voice, I could tell that he was in a fine mood.  He likes an elastic waistband when he is spanking me.  Easy and quick.  He started to spank, and I wondered again how he can make his hand hurt as much as it does.  When asked, he will always expound on how it is all in the wrist.

"Sorry to interrupt your exercising, but it was time for me to give your bottom some love."

"This isn't in my regular routine, but I feel like you are giving my ass a workout as well," I said breathlessly.
 
"It's good for my arm, too," he laughed.  

When Sam was sure that my bottom was the perfect shade of pink, he pulled me up to sit on his lap.  Some nice kissing, but this spanking was not going to turn into sex.  In a minute, he pushed me off and stood up.  He had to be somewhere by 8:00 am. 

 With a swat to my glowing behind, he told me to get back to my exercises.  I could definitely feel the burn as I sat back down on the core ball.  It is such a wonder to me how that kind of spanking can make me smile.  Usually I am only fond of exercising when I am done and feel good about putting in the effort.  That day, however, I was conscious of the warmth in my bottom through the rest of my routine and again when I stepped under a hot shower.  I really don't have any exercises that target the gluteus maximus, but I would love to add Sam's workout to my daily efforts.  It was a lot more fun.