Buzzed

  Who would have thought I could be saved by a horsefly?

Last night was maintenance night in our house.  K and I went to the spankatorium (his office).  We had a really good talk, reviewed our "contract", made some adjustments and revisions and generally re-connected.  I had been spanked 3 times in the previous 18 hours (one for discipline, one for reminder, one for pure fun), so I really wasn't expecting a really hard one for maintenance.

I had been across K's knee for a good warm-up and he was just getting to "the main event" when the craziest thing happened.  I began to hear this buzzing....at first I thought maybe all the blood was rushing to my head.  But no, it started to get louder....I checked myself to make sure I wasn't having a stroke....nope, all good....just some pain and heat in my rear.

The buzzing got louder.....K kept spanking.....it got louder.....still spanking.

Now, by this time, I am not concentrating on the spanking or the things K is trying to discuss.  All I can hear is this incessant buzzing.  What the heck is it?  Too big for a fly or a bee .......

That's when the mother of all horseflies decided to make it's appearance.....this thing was the size of a small hover-craft. 

This is what I heard..."We are doing this so you remember to be...MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"  He yelled that because the horsefly had obviously take offense to the "offensive" he was taking out on my bare bottom.  That thing would dive bomb him every time he would raise his hand to deliver a spank.  As long as he sat still, it would hover by the ceiling, but let him even remotely raise his hand and it would buzz his head unmercifully.

I know I should have been quiet....I know I should have remained still....I know that's what I should have done, but I coudn't.  I started giggling...at first silently....but the longer it went on...the more tickled I got....soon I had tears running down my face (not spanking tears, either) and I was shaking with laughter.

I kept picturing this horsefly with a suit of armor fighting the mean ogre to save the poor maiden's bottom.  I would like to say that his quest was fulfilled, but it turns out that K is deadly accurate with his belt.  He nailed that thing from 5 ft away....poor thing never even saw it coming....I know how it feels sometimes. 

Needless to say, our maintenance session was pretty much over,  I couldn't get rid of the giggles and K couldn't stop bragging about his "assassination" of my would-be savior.  "Baby, I hit that thing from HERE...first shot....Baby, did you SEE that?!"

We gave it a nice burial at sea.....RIP my little buzzing friend....your mission was accomplished.