Moving Back to Normal

Or at least we're getting back to whatever passes for normal in our house. 

In early December I had abdominal surgery that required longish incisions on my stomach.  The recovery was painful — more-so then I expected — despite some really really good drugs*.  The surgeon had to cut through and reconnect muscle and resew my skin together.  I was uncomfortable and needed (and got) a great deal of TLC while I was healing.

In many respects recovery wasn't fun, though I did get some really nice gifts and cards from friends and family.  However, my healing did function as a "Get out of spanking free" card.  Oh and a get out of research and writing too.

Apparently, that card has been played for the last time this month.

I did get spanked a bit during this recovery period, but only a bit.  It was on Valentine's Day and a sweet, loving sort of spanking which honestly hurt quite a bit, signaling to me that my "spanko virgin" status was back.   Even so, during the spanking and afterwords it was clear I wasn't yet back to 100% good spanking health.  I needed support under my abs and couldn't struggle, not because I was trying to be good or because Pablo was holding me in place, but because struggling hurt.

Last night was better in the sense that my abs are a lot less sore than they were a few weeks ago.  But not enough (darn!) to handle being yanked otk when Pab is sitting in a chair.  More than well enough, however to cope with being over his knee on the bed.

I'm not sure if it was a hard spanking or not.  Yes, I should think.  There were lots of smacks, punctuated by "discussion" about my work and the house rules and how things were getting back to the way that worked best (me trying to be good or getting punished).  The one difference from usual was he didn't hold my hands behind my back because I needed to be able to take some weight on my elbows and not have it all be on my stomach.

The spanking ended with what should have been 50 with a wooden paddle.  However, I stuck my hands back to stop the spanking at about 20 and so Pab (as he'd promised) restarted the 50 at one.  Did I do it on purpose?  No, but I think on some level I needed to know he really would keep spanking me if I didn't keep my hands in front of me. 

Rules are back, my writing on my dissertation is back, school uniforms are back and spanking is back.  In fact, I'm supposedly getting spanked every night before bed for the foreseeable future. 

Like it says in the subject line, back to normal.

*The drugs were good.  The withdrawal from them, less so.

7 thoughts on “Moving Back to Normal

  1. Haron

    Although it goes without saying that Pablo is a horrifically mean man, knowing that you’re shifting back into the horrifically mean regime etc is strangely comforting.
    You know, the sun is rising in the East and setting in the west, and Mija is getting a spanking from Pablo: the world is like it *should be*.

  2. Mija

    It’s a good point Haron. No, no. Not just the “horrifically mean” part, but the “strangely comforting” bit. For what it’s worth, I find it oddly comforting too. Partly because it means that I’m recovered (or almost) and partly because…
    …well, while I may not want to be spanked / punished at any given moment, this is the way I want my life to be. And the dynamic feels right.
    As to why you feel that way, heck Pablo’s been spanking Mija your whole [kink] life, right? :-b

  3. Megs

    Holy crap, I just realized that’s true for me too… I discovered your stories on Laura’s Spanking Corner back when I was sixteen or so. Glad you’re feeling better-ish.

  4. Mija

    LOL! I *was* feeling better Megs. *Now* I feel like an old lady. Which given that I’m turning 40 this summer, I guess I better get used to.

  5. Iris

    I mean, I echo what Haron said about Pablo being horrifically mean and all, but I’m still delighted to hear that you’re feeling good enough to get back to real life.
    {contented sigh} You know life is good when “horrifically mean” means normal.
    :=D Big hugs, my dear!

  6. The Whip with the Quips

    What a delightful look into this life. I’m glad you’re feeling better Megs, I too had some abdominal surgery, and the yummy drugs that followed. However, I am more the spanker than spankee, so I can only commiserate so far. 😉
    I’m glad you’re getting better, and I’m sure I’ll hear more of your exploits.


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