Sleeplessness....

This is going to likely be a quickie. Hmmmmmmm quickie, but I digress. The night before last, as I mentioned in my last post, we had an opportunity to get some punishments out of the way. Thirteen swats with the leather paddle while the girl was bound, wrist to elbow behind her back. Now, for those of you who didn't know, jenpet has some joint problems so it is a big deal when her shoulders are well enough to be restrained thus.

Taking full advantage of the situation, I flopped her over immediately following the final swat and eagerly availed myself of her wide open, dipping love tunnel. Poetic, no? Anyway, the sex was delicious as I used the evil little plastic spoon to spot her tits with red, angry little marks. Grinding her nipple flesh between my fingers, spurring her to grind her pelvis down on my, ah hem, tunnel invader.

As I said, delicious. Finally I finished up by flipping her back over and ramming her doggy style before covering her back in a long, sticky line of cum from her shoulder down to the crack of her lovely, quivering ass.

But I'm not here to dwell on that at the moment. The little one that provided us such a lovely time together, spanning nearly three and a half to four hours, awoke from his apparent nap wide awake and ready for a full day of hair pulling excitement and adventure. Now he had fallen asleep around eight in the evening and my hopes that he might sleep through the night were dashed promptly at midnight when he awoke. No big deal, I told myself sending my slave off to bed for her early morning classes the next day, a couple of hours and we'll both settle down for a good night's sleep.

How do I manage to lie to myself so convincingly so regularly? By four thirty in the morning, passed my bedtime working nights as I do, I could take no more and dealt with the inevitable fit as I shut down the house and took him to his room to watch a movie so he would sleep. Sadly, the only one falling asleep was me, right up until he climbed up on the tall edge of the futon mattress and jumped onto my kidney. It is really hard to keep one's self from turning someone who just sucker jumped your kidney into a projectile rocketing across the room into a wall or something.

Thus awake, I retreated to my bed, staring at the five o'clock displayed on the alarm clock next to the bed with bleary, rage filled eyes. The slave stirred, and I explained my situation. Given that she had to be up in half an hour anyway, it was her turn. she gladly, yet groggily accepted.

It gets better. I managed to pass out, chasing the sleep I had been denied with single minded determination. That is right up to seven o'clock in the morning when the slave returned to the bedroom, screaming child in tow. she tossed him into the bed with me, explaining that she had to leave or miss her ride, a situation I cannot blame her for in the least. Two hours under my belt and I was back in charge of a screaming bundle of joy. For joy.

Back down stairs and another hour or so of a movie, he finally passed out. A peaceful, cute ball of sleeping child. Little shit. I, myself, managed another two to three hours before having to get up for another fun day. Sleeplessness, I's has it...