Monday, March 30, 2015

Back for a Caning

Lizzie and I went to London, where we got engaged, last week. Because we went with family are were all staying in one flat we really had zero chance to play in any way at all.

Lizzie was itching for "it". I knew it. It started before we left London for the airport. It continued on the plane. It manifested itself in the car on the drive home from LAX. All just little things I noticed. Sometimes they were obvious: a word or phrase. Other times it was more unconscious. In any case, I knew.

Taxiing to the gate took forever. We had to take a bus from the plane to immigration. We seemed to wait forever for our bags. We arrived on a Sunday night so the airport was packed with travelers either returning home from vacations or business people coming into town to start their week. The airport loop road was gridlock. The shuttle bus to the parking lot took forever.

At home, we rolled our luggage into the house, utterly exhausted. I had broken a cane a few weeks earlier (you can read about that incident here). Almost immediately I ordered a replacement because that cane truly was my favorite. So nicely balanced. It arrived in a FedEx tube a few days before we left for London, but with family visiting it just couldn't be inspected, let alone used.

We showered (I always feel so much better after a shower following an international flight) and before Lizzie could get dressed I took her aside and had her present to me, testing out the cane. I managed to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, verifying the new cane was just as fantastic as the old and fulfilling Lizzie's itch for some much-needed pain.

It was the perfect homecoming for us both.
It seems I’m always saying “we’ve been busy,” but somehow that always seems to be the case. We spent a week in London, sharing a flat with Craig’s youngest son and my parents. Not ideal for playing.

The week before, we had Craig’s youngest daughter and his granddaughter staying at our house. Another situation that is not ideal for playing.

The week before that, Craig was traveling for work and I was home alone. It goes without saying that a few thousand miles do get in the way of playing.

So when we returned home from London, I was thrilled that Craig decided to take the opportunity to cane me. Actually, I think I’m always thrilled when Craig takes the opportunity to cane me. Or spank me. Or strap me. Or...well, you get the idea.

Naturally, I’ve been sick since we got back, which has limited our play. Now that I’m finally feeling a little better (not better, mind you, I just feel less like I’m losing the battle to this sinus infection, ear infection, cough trifecta), Craig’s traveling internationally again.

Maybe I’ll try writing him a story, instead. That's about as much as I feel up to doing today.

Sunday, March 22, 2015

A Big Surprise

For almost a year I've been considering asking Lizzie to marry me. I've weighed the pros and cons. I've done research and I've searched my heart. Three months later, I made the decision: I was going to pop the question.

At dinner one night Lizzie and I talked about marriage in a general way. To me, she seemed mildly upset by my laissez fair attitude on the subject, so I said two simple words: Be patient.

After much thought, I determined the time and the place to make things happen: nine months later and in London. I knew in March 2015 I would be taking Lizzie on a work trip with me. I knew we would be going back to a place we had been three years earlier in London, almost to the day. That trip in 2012 was a very special one for us and held a lot of meaning in our hearts. So it seemed an obvious choice.

Jump ahead nine months to this week. We are in London. Of course, we're here with my son (his spring break) and her parents. That wasn't in my original plan nine months ago, to be certain, but it was what it was. I'd have to make due.

I researched the ring in December and purchased it in January. I put it in my business case to carry on the plane, checking it frequently to make sure some mystery person hadn't made off with it. Two days into the trip, it was The Day.
Three years ago, I joined Craig in London for a trip. It was a bit more than one of our “stolen weekends”, when we would meet to spend a weekend together. This was an entire week-long trip. But more significantly, I had made the decision to relocate to California to begin our life together.

We celebrated our “anniversary-ish” - the anniversary of meeting at our first Shadow Lane party, six year ago. We celebrated my plans to move. And we spent a wonderful week together. We took a picture together in one significant spot, marking the fact that we had found our hearts’ desire in one another.

This year, we returned with my parents and Craig’s youngest son. This trip was much less kinky, more family-friendly. We toured many locations in London, enjoying the time with family.

On the morning of the surprise (I had no clue), my mother greeted me with hysterical laughter when I came out into the kitchen of our AirBnB flat. She waved at my outfit, but was unable to say anything. I returned to our room to asses, but nothing seemed amiss.

Only afterward, I realize she thought my outfit, complete with graphic knee-high socks, was hardly appropriate for an engagement. She ultimately concluded that I looked “like myself” and refrained from saying anything at all.
With family in tow, we went to my designated location in London and soon found ourselves at the appropriate spot. I grabbed both her hands, looked her in the eyes and said, "Three years ago we stood in this spot and talked about how we both had what we desired—each other." Well, that's all I remember. We were in a public place and before I even dropped to one knee we were surrounded by a crowd. I don't remember what I said and I didn't even see the people that gathered around.

I got tunnel vision. I'm sure what I said made sense, because Lizzie didn't look at me quizzically. But when I pulled the box with the ring out of my jacket pocket and opened the lid, dropped to one knee and asked Lizzie if she would spend the rest of her life with me, she said, "Are you serious right now?" And before she said "yes" everyone began to cheer.

It was quite a moment.

There was a photographer there and a few seconds after that a bottle of champagne showed up and soon we were toasting (all pre-arranged, of course).

That night, we went to a celebratory dinner. All of us. The day before it was our designated Anniversaryish. This is a vague date commemorating the anniversary of when Lizzie and I met for the first time at Shadow Lane, the last Shadow Lane held around St. Patrick's Day. (Thus the name.)
When we arrived at the location, Craig gave his phone to my mom and asked her to take a picture of us. I noticed the location, and thought he wanted to do a “now and then” picture, using the one we had taken three years ago.

Craig took my hands as we looked at my mother for the picture. I saw a professional photographer behind my mother, but I assumed she was waiting for us to finish before getting her own shot. I turned my attention back to Craig. He said, “ Three years ago, we stood in this spot. We had both found our heart’s deepest desire, one another.” He kept talking for a bit - perhaps about our previous trip, or maybe about our life together - I don’t know. Then he got down on one knee.

I could only stare at him. I finally asked, “Are you serious right now?” He assured me that he was serious. And he asked me to spend the rest of my life with him. I said yes, of course.

A crowd of people around us started to cheer. I hadn’t even noticed all these people before. Craig slid a ring on my finger. We’d never measured my ring finger. Some time ago, we ordered technology rings for our middle fingers and had those fingers measured. His jeweler was able to estimate my ring finger size from my middle finger size. And I’m amazed to say that he was remarkably accurate!

I finally realized the photographer was there to take pictures of us. In fact, she had been taking pictures of us. She must have dropped the camera when she saw me looking. Someone else showed up with champagne, and a number of others appeared out of the crowd to congratulate us.

I was utterly and completely surprised. And excited, of course. I do notice, however, that Craig managed to combine our engagement “anniversary” with our “anniversary-ish”. I’m sure my mother approves, as she’s never understood the number of anniversaries we celebrate. :)

Thursday, March 12, 2015

A Broken Love

Our blog's been dark for the last two weeks (ish) because Craig has been out of the country and we've had family in town visiting, making it really hard to focus on pulling a post together. Plus, Craig had an idea for a post that Lizzie felt was more appropriate for Craig's blog, Dark Musing. You can find his post about 50 Shades of Grey here.

We had a few big scenes before I left town on an extended business trip. Lizzie was in need of something hard and I was happy to oblige with a serious strapping and caning (and, of course, spanking).

I was really feeling rather, well, toppy during the scene. I had Lizzie retrieve my favorite cane and I really started to beat her with it, harder and harder...until there was a sharp crack sound and I looked down to see my beloved and favorite cane in two pieces. I had broken a hardwood cane on Lizzie's bottom!

I was amazed, perturbed, shocked and impressed in one simultaneously complex parallel emotion. My favorite cane! Argh! We continued our scene and Lizzie was certainly sated.

The next morning, the first thing I did was contact the cane supplier and plied her with compliments over how much I loved my cane. It truly is perfectly balanced unlike no other cane I've owned or used and I really wanted to make sure I could get it replaced. Fortunately, she had one just like it she was taking to a vendor fair and she was kind enough to set it aside before the fair to send to me after she returned home.
This month has been a whirlwind for me. I’ve had midterms at school, family visiting, and a long trip ahead (causing more complications with school because my Spring Break is not the same week as Craig’s son’s, which is when we planned our trip).

Before we got caught in this whirlwind, however, we did fit in one good scene. As usual, I feel like Craig has described it better than I would. So I’m just going to offer a picture of the title-inducing broken love.



I got home before the cane has, but I'm sure it'll be here soon.

Just as a side note, we likely won't be blogging again next week (again!) as we'll be off on a business trip-slash-vacation overseas.
As much as I’m looking forward to this upcoming trip, I am very much looking forward to having some time alone at home again. I’ve developed a rather serious itch...again...