Yes, it's that time of year. Fall is a beautiful season, but as it slides toward winter, we start to prepare for those darker, colder days and nights. The time change tells us to "Fall Back." Last weekend when changing the linen, I decided it was time to replace the summer cotton coverlet with a real blanket and quilt. Also the electric mattress pad. Outdoors, it was time to shut down my drip irrigation system and let the plants go dormant. Also, time to cut back some of the perennials and shrubs. Remember to get the
speedy little truck caught up on maintenance - a battery check and anti-freeze. Where the hell did I put the window ice scraper last spring?
Need to move the light jackets to the back of the hall closet and bring the heavy coats up front. We start to think of comfort foods and heartier dinners. I love making homemade soup and baking more when the weather turns cool. Be sure to get the furnace serviced and clean the filters. Light the pilot on our gas fireplace. Find my warm robe and slippers; haven't had those out since last March.
Unfortunately, this is also the time of year when Sam and I can butt heads concerning where we set the thermostat. He would be happy leaving the windows open most of winter. Not me; at the first night dipping to the low 50's, lock those windows, pull up the blankets, and jack that heat up. I turn it up, and he turns it down.
Not a fan of winter at all. I will make several short exceptions to that blanket statement. I like to watch snow fall if I am in my nice warm house drinking hazelnut coffee. I love moonlight on snow out my bedroom window. And finally, winter is OK on December 24th and December 25th - period! I just get cold so easily, and then it takes me forever to warm up. Especially my hands and feet.
Sam is not a miser. I have a lovely gas insert fireplace with a fan that will warm our whole big living room to toasty pretty darn quick. I love putting my feet right up on the blower. In fact everyone loves to tell the story of how I once melted the rubber bottoms of a pair of slippers. Sam will help me with ice and snow on my truck, and he is always available for spooning and other related activities.
Anyway our yearly sparring about closing the windows at night began not long ago. It seems silly to me to leave the windows open like it is summer and then have to turn on the heat just to get into the shower the next morning. The thing is, I do have a tendency to get snippy when I get cold.
"Hon, please remember to close all the windows before you come to bed."
"Ella, it is not that cold," Sam answered with a big sigh."
"Yes, it is. Then it is too cold in the morning when I want to get in the shower."
"We do NOT need the heat on yet." he said with an air that the matter was decided.
"Well, if you are going to leave windows open, then I'm turning up the heat!" I didn't realize my hands were on my hips.
"No, I'm going to turn up the heat," he countered slowly and his eyes narrowed. I should be able to read that look by now.
Instead, I bossed, "All right, then. You turn up the ......"
Then I realized he wasn't talking about the thermostat or the furnace. He was talking about my bottom. My tone changed immediately, and I thought I had pulled my proverbial chestnuts out of the fire. Sam just smiled.
Next evening, though, he happily demonstrated how he was going to turn up the heat for me. Draped over his knee in the dining room, he kept asking me if I was warm enough. I kept answering, "Yes!" That particular part of my anatomy was now set way past 68 degrees Fahrenheit. That's my Sam, always doing his part to conserve energy, save money, and keep Ella happy.
I really didn't expect anything like the excitement of LOL day! Next year I will plan to take off a day from work and wear my best dress! I wanted to answer every comment that appeared, but I did not have a chance until this Saturday morning. I have written for several hours now and am still in my bathrobe! Thank you all! This is great fun.
LOL - Love Our Learners Day
Welcome to all of you readers that
visit but prefer not to comment. This is my first year with a blog and
my first LOL celebration. I like to refer to LOL as "Love Our
Learners." Maybe that's because I was a teacher. Last year this time I
was just like you. I was
reading and learning about ttwd and
getting to know about the people out in blogland who choose to base
their relationship on it.
I never commented on any blog back
then. Not sure what some of you might say as to why you don't, but
there were many reasons I chose not to.
- I was frightened and naive. Maybe there would be someone out there who could identify me or cause me harm somehow.
- I was still embarrassed to admit that spanking was such a strong fascination for me.
- I felt that our version of dd/ttwd
wasn't as good as the way some of the bloggers I read did things. Sam
and I were just not experienced, and any comments I made would sound
stupid.
- I just wasn't ready. I needed to read and read and read some more. Learn and evaluate.
- I needed to find my niche. Just
wasn't comfortable with so many blogs where the focus was on a strict
Dom/Sub relationship. Collars and whips scare the hell out of me.
So, as far as I'm concerned, take your
time. You'll make a comment when you're ready. Or maybe you never
will. Just know I am glad you are reading.
Thought I would tell a quick story so
you don't think ttwd is all serious rules and stuff. Sam and I have so
much fun with it sometimes that it is hard to explain the joy it brings
us. Last night when I got home from work, I poured myself a beer and
started chopping up fruit and vegetables at the counter that opens to
our dining room. Sam and I talked about our day and thought about the
Thanksgiving grocery list. Finished up my kitchen duties pretty quickly
and started to tidy up. Sam was in the kitchen by then, and when I
bent over to load the dishwasher, Whack! he got me with a spatula he had
grabbed.
Don't know what the turn on is, but Sam
loves when I wear dark tights or leggings. However, they usually
provide enough padding that a spanking over them is pretty mild stuff.
When he didn't get the big "Ouch" he expected, I went face down over the
kitchen counter, and Sam put a bit more arm into it. Still no reaction
from me, and then I started laughing at his frustration. So tights and
panties were down, and he started in again. This time he got a lot
more noise, but I just couldn't stop laughing. It became a see-saw
of ouches and guffaws. Sam was
laughing, too, and grabbing different cooking tools out of the jar on
the counter. I started to get back up once, but I only got as far as
the laundry area. Now I was over the washing machine and laughing so
hard that there were tears in my eyes.
When we finally stopped and he took me
in his arms, Sam told me that was a "Just Because" spanking. Just
because he can and just because he loves me.
40 comments:
Those are the best kind of spankings, laughing and good loving too.
Welcome to your first LOL Day.
Meredith