Tori, The Patron Saint of Disappearance

I really don’t have an excuse for not blogging more often. The usual, life photo jobs, illness, ferret responsibilities getting in the way…

Well, you have me for a bit now, so let’s talk about what you came here for: fondue recipies!

I kid.

I kid.

It’s funny, I do go through a back and forth period with spanking. Like any other activity, I guess one immerses themselves so far and then pulls back just enough to maintain interest. TV, art, spending time on my other haunts online and spanking suffer through this on and off.

My partner and I recently tried to get a regular schedule with our favorite pastime. Work life and personal life got in the way and we’ve been making strides to reconcile. The first night we tried was quite memorable.

For those of you who have met us, you’ll know that my partner is much taller than I am. OTK is a favorite of his, but not always easy for me to do for extended periods, especially after a day filled with other activities.

I arrived home to find the tables in the dining room really out of sorts. We barely use it, so seeing the chairs pulled out and clustered was a little upsetting.

What’s this?I asked, as I left my bags on a chair.
Well, let me explain… he responded.

There were six of them, three close together and three opposite the row, with the front-facing sides touching. As if one were making bed out of the seats.

So, just sit right in the middle. And the rest explains itself…

Folks, I went for a 20 minute OTK spree, and I couldn’t have been happier. The feeling of his arm around my waist, the fact that I could reach over and cover BOTH buttcheeks, and best of all, feeling the closeness of him, for longer than I had in a very long time.

There’s a quote I love from Thich Nhat Hanh’s Zen Keys that likens a part of enlightenment to a man searching for lost object, only to find it had been in his pocket all along. It’s a happy reunion with the man laughing to himself after feeling desparation in the search.

And I did laugh a little bit as I gave him some good slaps. Not mocking, or teasing, but because he hooked his fingers into my back pocket…our lost object was found…