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January
24, 2004
Terrorizing
of Himself is thoroughly done, and He's now left the house
and i get precious solitude to paint! Yay!
Most of the time i hate being alone, but every once in a
while it's nice to have the whole house to myself. i
can poke around in my robe and not answer the phone or the
door if i don't want to. i can take naked pics of
myself (although i don't do this often anymore 'cause i
always expect to see my 16 year old body in the pics, and
"she" is long gone... sigh.)
i munch on something from the fridge, without worry of a
plate or a fork.
i can zen with writing or painting and live very happily
in the right side of my brain for awhile. Like right
now. Perfect.
Getting ready for the moments of solitude this morning,
was a bit of an adventure. Himself and i woke up to
the soft THUNK of a cat on the bed - more
specifically, on our bodies. And she wasn't easily
convinced that she shouldn't be there. 'Course when
all else fails, indulging in a good romp usually disgusts
her enough to leave - so hey, why not! Although i
nearly got myself in trouble - just as i was about to
snuggle back down into my side of the bed i heard Him
rumble: "Excuse me, aren't you forgetting
something?" Oops. i'm supposed to thank
Him, and i had in fact forgotten.
Sometimes i think we need to go back to square one with
the rituals ... a good solid month of retraining and maybe
developing some new rituals that we'd both enjoy.
And maybe rituals tailored more around what our life is
now, as opposed to what it was when we first met.
Some i can't imagine not doing - such as staying
completely shaved in the private bits area - but perhaps
as we are getting older, and our lives are more centered
around our work efforts, it would be interesting to evolve
in a different direction.
Ah well - that of course, would involve a bunch of time
that we don't seem to have lately.
Here's an excerpt from The Whippingham Papers that i
thought was fun. :-)
(Scene One)
(School
door - a passage)
Sally
- (sweeping) Dear me, what a thing it is to be at
such a place as Mrs Birch's - hurry scurry - pell mell -
always the mop and the brush in my hand, whilst mistress
is using the birch broom with her dainty hands upon the
round white bums of the little folks who come here to
learn good manners.
Miss
Latecome - (within) Indeed, ma'am, I shall always
come in good time if you will forgive me this once.
Sally
- She forgive you, indeed. I wish you may get it,
young lady. She is more likely to give you double
than to forgive half. But I must have a peep and see
how things are going on. Where is my
spying-hole? Oh, here it is. Now for a full
view of the exhibition that is going on. Oh, there
stands the mistress, with rod in hand, ready for the
attack, and my little blubbering lady is lifting up her
petticoats. There they are tucked up about her waist
- and now she is loosening her drawers. i declare -
down they go, sure enough. Now she is horsed!
The mistress takes up her shift, and shows as pretty a
bottom for a girl of fifteen as could well be seen.
Now she begins to give it to her. One - two - Ah!
she does not seem to like it. She kicks and roars out
famously over it. How red her bottom is already. What
weals the rod leaves! Yet there is something very pleasant
about it. I am delighted with it. Oh! dear,
quite delightful. How charming it must be to give a
pretty girl like this a good whipping. I should like
it of all things in the world. To be sure I have
sometimes a share in whipping the young ladies, but then
it is only to horse them, or to hold them fast. I
would much rather whip them myself. I would tickle
their tobies soundly, I warrant - (bell rings) -
Bless me, what can be wanted now. I suppose it is
now some other unfortunate young lady's turn. Well -
I must go and see.
...
Scene Two tomorrow :-)
 
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