Traditionally, March is the month of Questions and Answers.
Anyone who wants to play along need only ask a question in the comment section and throughout the month, posts will be created to answer what matters to you! So, ask away!! The more the merrier. Ask anything. Ask Amy or Eric! Feel free. The floor is yours.
Uh oh. That looks like a spanking chair. You work on those questions and in the meantime, here's the latest at Eric and Amy's house.
My family came and went. It was fantastic having everyone here and heartbreaking having them all leave. My stitches are out and the knee is being tested each day with stretches and other painful physical therapy type exercises. None of this is bad but I tanked and got gloomy and convinced my neighbor to have a pity party with me while Eric was golfing with some clients. She brought ALL, not one, not a few, but ALL of my favorites.
We gorged. Binged. Completely overdid it and then Eric came home to find me passed out on the couch surround by a bunch of candy, cookie, chips, and ice cream wrappers. He woke me up and we had one of those "come to Jesus" conversations. My knee is a lot better and I'm getting around a lot more. Apparently, the moratorium on spanking due to an injury has been lifted.
Eric took me into the bathroom and helped me stand on the scale. It was mortifying. Horrible. I was absolutely humiliated but then he surprised me and stepped on the scale himself.
"Look Amy," he said pointing to the numbers. "I'm in the worst shape of my life as well. You've got the excuse of your surgery but I've been letting my job get in the way of my health and that's just not right. We're going to fix this together."
Ladies, have you ever dieted with a man before? Explain this to me. I can go to the gym and exercise for hours, eat the most perfectly balanced healthy meals of all time, and still barely lose two pounds per week. Eric can cut down on portion sizes, do a few sit-ups or take a walk, drink one extra water a day and BAM! Ten pounds down. Lucky, lucky, man.
Anyway, we agreed to both work on getting our eating down and then once the doctor approves it, adding exercise back as well. It felt good having this goal and Eric said I can report his progress on FFF days too. We are competing, of course, but this time not against each other. We are competing against the extra weight and both plan to lose 15 pounds. The game is, when we're each down 15 pounds, we will celebrate in a lovely hotel with crisp satin sheets and big fluffy pillows - a night to cherish and explore our new bodies. ;)
We left the scale with a plan and then Eric took matters into his own hands. He got me settled over the kitchen counter in such a way that my knee was comfortable and unaffected. Then he broke out the cheese board and I held on tight as my ass took fifteen hard smacks on each cheek. It has been way too long since this girl got spanked and my body reacted quickly, sweat beads along my spine, head spinning, and butt on fire.
Eric stepped back. "Wow," he said. "I didn't realize how much I missed this."
It was like the man had just read my mind. His fingers made their way to the button on my jeans and I waited patiently as he gently pulled them and my panties over my knee. Half dressed in our kitchen, Eric grabbed a chair from the table and a pillow from the couch. We managed to find a way for my knee to rest safely while my ass and Eric's hand made music. His "punishment" quickly became a sexual festival and we ended up making love with me bent over the table (a busted knee requires quite the work around).
Life has been slowly getting back to a somewhat normal pace since that day. I've returned to work on a very part time basis and unfortunately, Eric will begin traveling again soon. We have our goals and the vision of our perfectly romantic night at the end of it all. I'm still emotionally up and down (blew is again and had an almond joy for breakfast!) but that's to be expected until I'm fully healed and back on my feet 100%. The tides of life, right?!
Anyway, ask those questions! We are open to answering anything.
Amy (and Eric)