In post #70 entitled “Photography 2” I wrote about Jillian having to sit on one hip or the other due to a sore fanny, unable to sit fully flush on her bottom on a chair.
I wanted to wax rhapsodic about this for a moment. I fondly remember times when my bottom had been disciplined so soundly that it hurt too much to sit comfortably. I fondly remember when my bottom had been disciplined so sensually that I offered anal intercourse to my lover, so my rosebud hurt too much to sit comfortably.
I’ve previously mentioned here that I write in the nude, that when I write about spanking, I’ll self-spank to bring the words to life. But I find that I can’t attend to myself in such a way to make it necessary to sit on a hip. That state comes out of a shared experience between two partners. It makes me long all the more passionately for the day when I’ll be partnered, be punished, so that I can’t sit.