Back again

We've finally gotten back to spanking after the hiatus imposed by my procedure and recovery and the time leading up to that (when we didn't spank because we generally avoid such activity for fear of leaving marks a doctor might see and feel compelled to report to authorities...). It has been a long while it seems. Much as I can dread and fuss about spanking when it occurs, it is the thing that connects us physically. When it doesn't happen, it leaves us apart in ways that are wide and pervasive. We touch but the touching is dry and desperate and ultimately unsatisfactory -- like cousins kissing through a screen door.

But I did get a birthday spanking. Light and gentle and a little tentative. Not the usual thing, but a good sort of welcome back and enough to rekindle the flame in us both. And since then we are working our way back to a level that will work. I haven't seen the doctor yet, so there is still some sense of caution and will be. Until Thursday at least. Then, perhaps, an all clear will be given and we'll see. Life remains intense, but we are finding solace and shelter here in one another's arms and in our home.

And in the simple physical connection that grounds us in solid reality.

swan