Nancy got me in trouble. She is not real and she doesn't live in my head either. She is just the idea of a very girly girl who is taking her time getting ready for ....... well, for whatever she wants, but probably a dinner party. She is a proper and prissy girl, one who takes pride in her appearance and perhaps rightfully so, but also she takes waaaaaaay too much time to primp. Also, she is a little bit of a wuss and she definitely cannot throw a baseball. Hmm. This sounds like my older sister. No wonder why we didn't get along growing up.
It is the idea of Nancy's bedtime ritual that got me into trouble. Once I am in bed, I do not like to be biffed or jostled or bonked because I am not prepared for it. I can't see it to anticipate it, so this sort of thing truly throws off my very sensitive equilibrium. I don't like the bed being shaken like crazy, plopping pillows, bumping into the bed, the lights still shining brightly in my eyes. I was very sleepy and kind of cranky and Storm does these things to get ready for bed, and it seems to take forever, and he just wasn't in the bed yet for whatever exhausting godforsaken reason. He's standing at his side of the bed. I finally say, "Are you ever coming to bed, Nancy?" And although he does not know who Nancy is, he knows she is a girl and that I hadn't just complimented him. He slides into bed and says, "That's one," meaning I have just earned one set of five spanks for the near future. And so I laugh a little and then tell him to put his mask on so I can talk smack again to him. And he says that he can still count with his mask on. And so I start to fall asleep as I am chuckling and we are spooning. Storm lets me put my ice cold feet between his as he always does because he is manly and hairy and thick and warm. Yum.
Fast forward 2 days......I earned an additional five spanks because I keep forgetting to put my wedding ring back on after painting or yard work and other messy jobs and I need to go out in public, mostly to the store. That is one standing rule. Have it on in public. So, I have 10 coming my way and this is what Storm says we are starting with. No warm up, folks. For the first time in my life I am swearing in my head during a spanking by swat 6 and then by swat 10, and I am beginning to realize that the Nancy comment wasn't worth it or funny anymore either. I will give serious pause to the next time I even think about saying it. Then Storm brings me up to talk to me for a bit, and then says he's not done so bend over again. He gives me more that are intense but not like the first 10 and he adds a little bit of lecturing in his husky turned on Stormy voice ..... and then things lead to some kinkery over the bed. Sigh. But we almost had an accident of sorts.
Storm still loves to play Naked King of the Mountain. (very short read here) and I enjoy servicing him, but I cannot get over the physical and psychological hump of you know..... if I am orally pleasing him and ......... what comes next, so to speak. Yeah, that. I have tried it twice in all these years and have thrown up both times. Once was our anniversary date under a covered bridge, on the hood of our car while it was raining, which then had me running over to the open window in the wooden bridge and saying farewell to my dinner right onto the poor little unsuspecting critters that live in and around the little creek just below. I don't think that is the way it went in The Bridges of Madison County. Not a very sexy ending for poor Storm. So today I almost missed his signal to back away from the loaded gun. I am sorry if this disappoints any of you ttwd gals or your guys who might read this. I also realize that this probably makes me Nancy because while I can indeed throw a baseball within the strike zone, Storm has to slide OUT of home (my mouth for you non-athletic folks) instead of into home..... but he says it doesn't matter to him how the run scores, just as long as it scores.