“There is one thing I think I need to do differently,” He says.
i lean forward, fascinated. “There is?”
“Yes,” He says thoughtfully, nodding, “I’ve been thinking about it, even watched a couple of videos, and I think there’s a change I need to make.”
Keeping my voice soft and low, not wanting to shift the mood, i ask, “What is it?”
“Aftercare!” He says, in the tones of one announcing the discovery of America. “I need to do more aftercare.”
i’m a little surprised, but pleased. You know, one’s Dominant wanting to give you more aftercare sounds like a great thing. i’m still smiling when He says:
“BUT. I haven’t been doing it because you have’t NEEDED aftercare. I haven’t given you the kind of stripes that require aftercare. That’s what I need to do first. Give you some real serious stripes.”
My smile is weaker. “O,” i say. “Serious stripes?”
“Yeah,” complacent now, “I need to really give you the kind of stripes that, without some aftercare, you’ll still be feeling them 3 or 4 days later. Then we can do some aftercare. Don’t you think?”
What can i say? The tingle in my belly and the heat between my legs suggest it’s still not a bad idea.
“We’ll need to go from about a seven to a nine on the pain scale,” He says, “Really leave some marks. Then maybe put some ice on them. That would be good. Don’t you think so?”
Well. You know, it wasn’t my first thought when He said He wanted to do more aftercare. But what can i say? “Yes,” i say, half-smiling, part-excited, part-resigned, “Yes, Sir, that sounds right to me.”