Yes Frank, There Is An Easter Bunny!

Had a great time at Rascals last night.

Took the seasonal cues and dragged out my bunny ears and an adorable little pink basket (complete with pink boa details) and played Easter Bunny.

The little chocolate eggs went fast.

Later R. and I spent some time on the dungeon floor where this naughty bunny got her little tail smacked.

R: How can I spank you while you wear this fluffy tail? I don't want people getting upset about cruelty to animals, after all.

Bunny: It's okay, 'cause I've been a naughty bunny!

R. and I are rarely serious when we play. We just tend to feed off each other's humour too easily. We always have. In the past, with other partners, I've found humour can interrupt my slide into sub-space but that doesn't seem to happen with R.

Perhaps it's our playful daddy/little girl dynamic, or the fact that I'm at a point where I can be comfortable with mild brat play. Maybe it's both, I'm not sure. Whatever it is, it's fun to play without seriousness and still feel that wonderful floating sensation that accompanies hair-pulling, ass-swats, breast-paddling, and other divine nastiness.

Last night was the first time I ever had my face-slapped in public play, as well. It was pretty awesome, let me tell you!

::grin::

All in all it was one of those truly fun nights at Rascals, one that combines D/s play with social time, and cuffs with fluffy tails and fluffy ears...

::hums a perverted few bars of These Are A Few Of my Favourite Things...::

It was a great way to start off an eleven day holiday. Especially one that consists of doctor's appointments and a college math assessment...

Think mathematical thoughts my way for Thursday, folks...I need all the support I can get.

Happy Easter...