Tuesday, December 31, 2013
12.31 *Real tales of My Strict Wife
Often times, afterwards, I just want to lay there and feel the burn.
12.31 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
She usually does this when no one else is in the house.
I make a LOT of noise.
I make a LOT of noise.
12.31 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Hmmm.
Yes, I do get naked, first.
But She has yet to have me stand in front of Her, while She scolds me, or explains why.
This would be interesting.
Yes, I do get naked, first.
But She has yet to have me stand in front of Her, while She scolds me, or explains why.
This would be interesting.
12.31 * Fantasy stories of My Strict Wife
She's never beat me, while bent over like this (unsupported).
Nor have I ever reached back to rub or protect my buttocks.
Nor have I ever reached back to rub or protect my buttocks.
12.30 Diary
Feeling much better on getting up.
She got Her act together, and went off to 'work' and had a coffee date afterwards.... I started out, in the living room, half asleep, then reading Sunday's paper, then updating my blog with 5 days of journal entries. Now, just .... chllin' until She gets home.... or .....well, I dunno..... think of something..........
She came home after a happy coffee date with an enchaste cuckold who "really wants to meet me".
We talked, i showered, and dressed for work, said goodbye, and left.
Verry quiet at work.
Gave me time to look over my budget.
Boy, are we going to have an unhappy talk when i get home.
She got Her act together, and went off to 'work' and had a coffee date afterwards.... I started out, in the living room, half asleep, then reading Sunday's paper, then updating my blog with 5 days of journal entries. Now, just .... chllin' until She gets home.... or .....well, I dunno..... think of something..........
She came home after a happy coffee date with an enchaste cuckold who "really wants to meet me".
We talked, i showered, and dressed for work, said goodbye, and left.
Verry quiet at work.
Gave me time to look over my budget.
Boy, are we going to have an unhappy talk when i get home.
12.31 * Real tales of My Strict Wife
12.31 * Real tales of My Strict Wife
12.31 * Real Tales of my Strict Wife
Monday, December 30, 2013
12.30 * Real stories of My Strict Wife
When ordered, I get naked immediately.
I've rarely hesitated.
I've rarely hesitated.
12.30 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Some sessions seem to leave a deeper impression than others. She was quite proud of this one.
12.30 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Can't imagine where this would be legal, but it's amusing to think about having my pants dropped in a supermarket, and my bottom belted.
And if it WAS legal, I have no doubt, She's capable of it.
And if it WAS legal, I have no doubt, She's capable of it.
12/30 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
We finally acquired a strap to Her liking.
I've learned to not like it very much.
I've learned to not like it very much.
12.30 * Real Tales of My Strict Wife
At first, She did not care for using the cane.
Nowadays, She uses it more and more.
Nowadays, She uses it more and more.
12.30 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Anytime a friend visits, She finds a reason to have me strip and bend over for a beating.
12.29 Diary
REALLy wanted to go to Service this morning, as it was Rev A' going away party.
But I was weak and we had no electricity..... yet.
Lights came on, 10:11.
I continued with, not moving around very much..... headache, chills, stomach contortions....
I may have used a bit of guilt, but in the evening, She made my bed for me, something I could not accomplish in this state myself, and I went and slept in it.....
12/27 12/28 12/29
HSLO 319 1/2 343 1/2 367 1/2
hsls 39 63 87
HSLB 63 87 111
hr UN 79 103 127
But I was weak and we had no electricity..... yet.
Lights came on, 10:11.
I continued with, not moving around very much..... headache, chills, stomach contortions....
I may have used a bit of guilt, but in the evening, She made my bed for me, something I could not accomplish in this state myself, and I went and slept in it.....
12/27 12/28 12/29
HSLO 319 1/2 343 1/2 367 1/2
hsls 39 63 87
HSLB 63 87 111
hr UN 79 103 127
12.28 Diary
Still sick.... R took over the chores of morning feeding and whatevers.
Not sure if I was sleeping in Her bed, or the living room recliner, I moved back and forth.
Watched two episodes of TBBT that I haven't seen yet.
Had a fever during the day; it broke during the evening.
We had an area power outage scheduled for 23:30 to 8:30 am.
Right on schedule, or close enough, the lights went out.
Not sure if I was sleeping in Her bed, or the living room recliner, I moved back and forth.
Watched two episodes of TBBT that I haven't seen yet.
Had a fever during the day; it broke during the evening.
We had an area power outage scheduled for 23:30 to 8:30 am.
Right on schedule, or close enough, the lights went out.
12.27 DIARY
...home...sick....
Some chores...and to bed.
She had a morning first date with a person from another site.....
Which She said, went quite well, and is just waiting til I'm well enough, for me to meet him.
Plumber arrived around 15:00.
And hour later, with $126, he left..... easily twice as much as it should have been.
R had another flat tire on his bike on the way home; She was volunteering me to go get him, but that was not happening, so She did.
Then She went out to pick up W, and went to a dinner munch in dt LB.
I continued, sleeping off and on, and off, and on.
Some chores...and to bed.
She had a morning first date with a person from another site.....
Which She said, went quite well, and is just waiting til I'm well enough, for me to meet him.
Plumber arrived around 15:00.
And hour later, with $126, he left..... easily twice as much as it should have been.
R had another flat tire on his bike on the way home; She was volunteering me to go get him, but that was not happening, so She did.
Then She went out to pick up W, and went to a dinner munch in dt LB.
I continued, sleeping off and on, and off, and on.
12.26 Diary....
We woke up, and had our first .... session of physical intimacy of a sexual nature.... in a good long while, which was fun and enjoyable while it lasted....
We got up ...and ate....I got out the phone book, picked a plumber, called one, maybe an appointment for the next day, and spent the rest of the day in and out of sleep on a reclining chair in the living room.
I got up 1730 moved around ...dressed, went to work....
I was 'training' that night....and I left it in the hands of my trainee, while I slept in my car, from like 20:00 to 00:30.
12/25 12/26
HSLO 271 1/2 295 1.2
HSLS 171 15
HSLD 14 31
HR UN 31 55
We got up ...and ate....I got out the phone book, picked a plumber, called one, maybe an appointment for the next day, and spent the rest of the day in and out of sleep on a reclining chair in the living room.
I got up 1730 moved around ...dressed, went to work....
I was 'training' that night....and I left it in the hands of my trainee, while I slept in my car, from like 20:00 to 00:30.
12/25 12/26
HSLO 271 1/2 295 1.2
HSLS 171 15
HSLD 14 31
HR UN 31 55
Christmas Day DIary
I'm writing this on the afternoon of 12/30, after spending the better part of four days, bedridden with some kind of flu, and all the accompanying symptoms.
My memories of the preceding days are going to be...abbreviated, at best......
Home from work, chores, and shower..... R was up and moving about, so we had the bedroom.
I kinda recall, Her asking me, "Want a spanking?" "Sure..."
"Go get...a cane, and a the wafflemaker."
I did, and She had me stand in the corner, while She took care of other business.... then, had me drop my briefs, and kneel FDAU on the bed, and She began with a lecture....
"How many times did you wake up while you were sleeping, yesterday?"
"Three, maybe four."
"I think it was four. But call it three. And each of those times, I reminded you, call a plumber, call a plumber, did I not, and you said, you'd do it later, do it later, did you not?"
"You did, I did."
"So this it to teach you to do things when I tell you to do them. Call it punishment for not doing it, or call it discipline, as a lesson for the future..... If I grant you three wakeups ....and today is the 25th, so time 25, you're getting 75 cane strokes.... 75 of the soft side of the WM, then 75 of the hard side....and you will be counting."
Count I did, 75 strokes of Her bamboo cane....
When She finished, She decided it wasn't 'even' and added another 35 directly to my left buttock.
Then 75 of the soft side of the WM....
Then after 40 of the hard side, She said, "You've had enough". She took pictures, and She showed me why I'd had enough.
Pictures to be added later or in a separate entry. They are on my phone, and I have to email them to myself to get them on here......
She had me put on briefs, then She produced a tight bra or bikini top of some nature, with holes so that nipples can stick out, and put it on me..
She did my hair into long braided pigtails, one on each side.....
She wrote across my chest in felt tip marker, "PLUMBING SLUT"
and She took pictures of it all..... and after a couple days, sent the pictures to me one of which I accidentally sent to my parents when I was trying to email it to 'blogger'.....
And She later posted the more embarrassing pictures on F.L.
She said, "I'm done, I'll start breakfast now."
This is Christmas Morning, remember?
She went to the kitchen, I went to my bedroom, on my bed, curled up...and started to go to sleep.
After a few minutes, She came to my door. "Come with me."
I got up, and followed Her, back to Her room. She undid the braids, cleaned off my chest, removed the bra..... 'Did you think I was going to leave this on you all day?"
"I had no predictions in mind."
"Were you pouting...??"
I do not know what I was doing.
I was tired...I had worked the previous night...not hard work, but still 13 hours from the time I leave til I get home.... And in retrospect, I was already feeling the bug symptoms.......
Cleaned up, we went to the table, three off us, eating orange rolls with coffee....
Then exchanging presents.
I gave Her the 75th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz / Monopoly collectors edition..... (oh, such a smile when She opened it....) and I gave R a 14K GF Cross pen from my collection.
She gave me two red bath towels (I've asked for 'red' to help keep them separate from the abundance of neutral colored towels we have) AND the lushest, plushest, most luxurious bathrobe I could imagine. Gosh, I love this. Around this chilly house, what a great perfect gift!!
I excused myself to get some sleep....
After various attempts, She managed to get up around around 17:00....
And I had a stopped bathroom sink drain to see about unclogging.
Guess I can gloss over the finer points, but after some two hours, I gave up. What I did not have, was a flexible snake, to get into the pipe, in the wall.
While I was up to my elbows in all of it, Her second old son stopped by, said Hello, chatted some, and departed.
I packed up, tried to clean up,
And we had Christmas Dinner.
Baked Ham, Sweet potatoes, sliced and baked in orange juice with cinnamon and brown sugar, and covered in small marshmellows, homemade cranberry sauce, brussells sprouts, dinner rolls...... THEN chocoolate fudge cake, or chocolate-peanut butter pie in a square pan, or peanut butter/chocolate chip / oatmeal cookies.... or candy, generally up the wazoo.
We cleaned up, and waited, as Her oldest son, was reportedly on the way....and in time, did arrive, along with a long known friend of the family, and son's girlfriend and two young daughters.
They talked, got the grand tour etc and etc.
After they left, we got in the hot tub, though we had to wait for it to warm up.....
in it for maybe half an hour..... then out of it, showered to get off the chlorinated water, then to bed, happily, together.
My memories of the preceding days are going to be...abbreviated, at best......
Home from work, chores, and shower..... R was up and moving about, so we had the bedroom.
I kinda recall, Her asking me, "Want a spanking?" "Sure..."
"Go get...a cane, and a the wafflemaker."
I did, and She had me stand in the corner, while She took care of other business.... then, had me drop my briefs, and kneel FDAU on the bed, and She began with a lecture....
"How many times did you wake up while you were sleeping, yesterday?"
"Three, maybe four."
"I think it was four. But call it three. And each of those times, I reminded you, call a plumber, call a plumber, did I not, and you said, you'd do it later, do it later, did you not?"
"You did, I did."
"So this it to teach you to do things when I tell you to do them. Call it punishment for not doing it, or call it discipline, as a lesson for the future..... If I grant you three wakeups ....and today is the 25th, so time 25, you're getting 75 cane strokes.... 75 of the soft side of the WM, then 75 of the hard side....and you will be counting."
Count I did, 75 strokes of Her bamboo cane....
When She finished, She decided it wasn't 'even' and added another 35 directly to my left buttock.
Then 75 of the soft side of the WM....
Then after 40 of the hard side, She said, "You've had enough". She took pictures, and She showed me why I'd had enough.
Pictures to be added later or in a separate entry. They are on my phone, and I have to email them to myself to get them on here......
She had me put on briefs, then She produced a tight bra or bikini top of some nature, with holes so that nipples can stick out, and put it on me..
She did my hair into long braided pigtails, one on each side.....
She wrote across my chest in felt tip marker, "PLUMBING SLUT"
and She took pictures of it all..... and after a couple days, sent the pictures to me one of which I accidentally sent to my parents when I was trying to email it to 'blogger'.....
And She later posted the more embarrassing pictures on F.L.
She said, "I'm done, I'll start breakfast now."
This is Christmas Morning, remember?
She went to the kitchen, I went to my bedroom, on my bed, curled up...and started to go to sleep.
After a few minutes, She came to my door. "Come with me."
I got up, and followed Her, back to Her room. She undid the braids, cleaned off my chest, removed the bra..... 'Did you think I was going to leave this on you all day?"
"I had no predictions in mind."
"Were you pouting...??"
I do not know what I was doing.
I was tired...I had worked the previous night...not hard work, but still 13 hours from the time I leave til I get home.... And in retrospect, I was already feeling the bug symptoms.......
Cleaned up, we went to the table, three off us, eating orange rolls with coffee....
Then exchanging presents.
I gave Her the 75th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz / Monopoly collectors edition..... (oh, such a smile when She opened it....) and I gave R a 14K GF Cross pen from my collection.
She gave me two red bath towels (I've asked for 'red' to help keep them separate from the abundance of neutral colored towels we have) AND the lushest, plushest, most luxurious bathrobe I could imagine. Gosh, I love this. Around this chilly house, what a great perfect gift!!
I excused myself to get some sleep....
After various attempts, She managed to get up around around 17:00....
And I had a stopped bathroom sink drain to see about unclogging.
Guess I can gloss over the finer points, but after some two hours, I gave up. What I did not have, was a flexible snake, to get into the pipe, in the wall.
While I was up to my elbows in all of it, Her second old son stopped by, said Hello, chatted some, and departed.
I packed up, tried to clean up,
And we had Christmas Dinner.
Baked Ham, Sweet potatoes, sliced and baked in orange juice with cinnamon and brown sugar, and covered in small marshmellows, homemade cranberry sauce, brussells sprouts, dinner rolls...... THEN chocoolate fudge cake, or chocolate-peanut butter pie in a square pan, or peanut butter/chocolate chip / oatmeal cookies.... or candy, generally up the wazoo.
We cleaned up, and waited, as Her oldest son, was reportedly on the way....and in time, did arrive, along with a long known friend of the family, and son's girlfriend and two young daughters.
They talked, got the grand tour etc and etc.
After they left, we got in the hot tub, though we had to wait for it to warm up.....
in it for maybe half an hour..... then out of it, showered to get off the chlorinated water, then to bed, happily, together.
12.30 * Real stories of My Strict Wife
I would think of this as "punishment spanking" rather than disciplinary.
For me, it has yet to end up with tears in my eyes.
But I do think of it as a bonding experience between Her and I
For me, it has yet to end up with tears in my eyes.
But I do think of it as a bonding experience between Her and I
12.30 * real stories of My Strict Wife
OTK is not Her thing, nor is a simple pants-down.
But She does like to use a bath brush. She's broken four of them on me, so far.
But She does like to use a bath brush. She's broken four of them on me, so far.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
12.29 * Real stories of My Strict Wife
Having porn on my computer is not an issue with us.
She's happy to see me get aroused.
I'm just not allowed to masturbate to it, or anything else.
She's happy to see me get aroused.
I'm just not allowed to masturbate to it, or anything else.
12.29 * Fantasy Tales of My Strict Wife
Her cane never fails to leave a good impression on my bottom.
12.29 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Sometimes She does a dress-up, and gives me a 'formal' beating.
12.29 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
THIS would be interesting, to be taken to another woman who 'knows how to use a cane'.
12.29 * Fantasy stories of My Strict Wife
She has not had me 'stand there while She finishes the paper', but She has had me bend over the bed and wait while She sat at her computer....or stand in the corner while She went to the bathroom.
12.29 * real tales of My Strict Wife
This is familiar. She does sit on the edge of the bed, and take me over Her lap.
12.29 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
She comes in the bedroom, finds a paddle, and sits down.
"Get your clothes off," She says.
"Get your clothes off," She says.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
12.28 * Real stories of My Strict Wife
She does not tell me to 'clean up messes'. But, She spanks me every day, anyway.
12.28 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Another gif, of Her dressed in uniform, giving me a formal caning.
12.28 * Fantasy tales of my Strict Wife
I have not been beaten in a bent-over touch-toes position, nor have I been beaten with carpet beater.
12.28 * Real stories of My Strict Wife
I don't have a 'curfew' because...I've never gone anyplace without Her.
However, the other day, we were in a roleplay, that started with 60 paddle swats on each cheek, as She said, it was one swat for each minute that I woke Her up, past 8 o'clock, that morning.
However, the other day, we were in a roleplay, that started with 60 paddle swats on each cheek, as She said, it was one swat for each minute that I woke Her up, past 8 o'clock, that morning.
Friday, December 27, 2013
12.27 * Real stories of My Strict Wife
She's never had to warn me about moving: I wouldn't dream of it.
12.27 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
Another scene from when She dresses up to give me a formal caning.
12.27 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
I was getting in Her way, in the kitchen.
Exasperated, She said, "Go get the cane...."
Exasperated, She said, "Go get the cane...."
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