I don’t think I have any spanking stories to share about cancelled plans, but maybe I should write one. I had plans with five people last week, and all but one cancelled. To be fair, they all had good reasons (except maybe one), but it was still disappointing. I could have given five spankings last week, but instead I only gave one. (It was a good one, and there was a hard punishment involved in it, but still.)

Instead, here’s a little something from Shell Game, my 24/7 TPE teacher/student novel, which I re-released in 2019 in the way I originally intended it, instead of when it was a duology like my original publisher had made it:

Compared to being yanked across Michael’s bare lap at six in the morning, Sarah’s alarm clock wasn’t nearly as bad.

She figured she’d be used to being punished early in the morning, but there she was again, upended, and he was already driving the back of the heavy wooden brush into the bottoms of her cheeks and she was already kicking and squirming and moaning and grabbing his leg, her nails digging in, gasping and trying to hold still and failing as the brush cracked and whacked and smacked, hard and fast, her heart pounding, sobs coming quickly, tears on their tail, as Sarah’s master punished her for doing precisely what he’d asked her not to.

For the longest two minutes of her life.

Until the sound stopped and the pain sunk in and her ass was on fire and she slid to her knees in front of Michael and looked up at him through her tears, hands on his thighs, breath hitching as she sobbed.

“I’m s-s-sorry… Master, I’m sorry…”

He kept on that disappointed expression long enough to bring on a fresh wave of tears. Sarah’s face went hot and she bowed her head, heart heavy, body wracked with pain. She’d rather have another two minutes with the brush than face a moment of her master’s disapproval.

“I forgive you,” he said a minute later. “I forgive you, Sarah.”

In an instant she was up, scrambling into his lap, thighs spread across him, his cock hard and pushing at her cunt but she didn’t care, she wanted to be held by him, to hold him, to cry for him and show him that she understood, that she’d displeased her master, that she loved him and wanted to be perfect for him–

His hand was on her face.

His lips were on her mouth.

Her body went slack atop his, shoving his cock downward as she took deep gulps of air, as Michael drew her down beside him and she draped her leg and her arm and half her body across his and he held her and kissed her tear-tracked cheeks and swollen eyes and told her he loved her.

“I love you, Master,” Sarah said, her voice hoarse and soft. “I love you.”

Plans being cancelled is an integral part of the BDSM lifestyle. It’s frustrating, but you get used to it after a while. It’s more frustrating than just normal plans being cancelled, though, because you get your hopes up that you’re going to do some BDSM stuff — rope play, impact play, pet play, little time, whatever — and then they get dashed. Unless you live in a 24/7 situation with no other responsibilities, though, you’re going to end up feeling this frustration.

I do feel sometimes like I end up with it more than most, though. Maybe I’m wrong. The thing is, only once has someone cancelled on me because she changed her mind about playing with me, and at least when that happened she told me face-to-face (and she had a perfectly good reason, although honestly, just changing one’s mind is reason enough; no explanations are owed). People usually don’t cancel plans because they don’t want to play with you; they cancel them because something has come up — a sick relative, exposure to COVID, running out of spoons, whatever.

All the plans that got cancelled last week are going to be rescheduled, so it’s not like they won’t happen. Although I do wonder how many more times they’ll get cancelled before they do.