Oct 30

Managed to sneak out of work  a few minutes early, but it was enough to get a good jump on traffic, and I was home around  06:40.
I went home, and skipped feeding the animals for the moment, and stripped off for a shower.
I entered Her bedroom, naked and dry, as Her alarm went off.
We said "Good morning" .and I took down Her pajama bottom and panties, and gave Her oral for just a few minutes, before She pulled me up to mount Her.
We bonked a bit, until She said She HAD to pee.
I got off Her; She went and returned. 
My erection was fading, but I mounted Her again, and in a few moments, we realized, it wasn't happening, and stopped.
She had the appointment to get to, and we had to get up and get moving.
She said, "Choice, lock it up NOW... or Truth or Truth this evening?"
I said, "I'll lock it up now."
She said, "This does not mean, until Friday or later, but ... for 24 hours, at which time, you can ask me to release you, and I'll consider it."
"Okay...."   I went to my room, and put the device on my cock, and used a padlock with key.
She came in, after a shower, and said, She wanted the combination lock. I told Her, I was saving Her time, from resetting the combination, but She said, "Doesn't take that long..." and She did it quickly, and exchanged the padlock on the device for the combination lock.
She returned to Her room to dress, and I followed Her, bring Her the letter I had printed, to take with Her.
She looked at it and said, "Aren't you coming with me?"
Ooops.
Communication breakdown, evidently.
She thought I was coming with Her to the appointment...then breakfast, then home....  I thought I was staying home, to get maybe 4 hours sleep before getting up to go to a meeting at my workplace.
We sorted it out. I thought She was mad, but She said She wasn't, just surprised.... and in a hurry to go, since She wouldn't be able to use the car pool lane.
She departed;  I fed the animals, made my own breakfast/dinner....
And was asleep, nine-ish.
And up around two, to shower, dress, and get in the car with Her, to go to the meeting at my workplace by 3.
She went elsewhere; I called Her when I was done;, we were heading home at 4:30.
My schedule for the night had me starting at 22:30.
Home about 6, and we puttered around the house, before leaving for a dinner/meeting in BP.
There, we had dinner; She mingled with some people She knew....  while I tried to shut out the cacophonic chatter that was hurting my ears.....   then we left, and headed home.
On the way home She mentioned that She was considering removing Her tongue and nipple piercings.
I said, "I'm considering getting a Prince Albert..."   I'm not, but I enjoy saying odd things, just to see what kind of reaction I get.
"Good for you," She said.
I do not know what to think of that.  Does She want me to get one, or was She saying that, just because I was expressing being open-minded towards considering it?   Hmmm.

Home, and She asked me, "Well, you want a beating?"

...pause....

I really dislike being asked.  It's GREAT when She TELLS me.... but I dislike being asked,  and am most likely to say "no" if She asks me.

I think She caught the look ... of disappointment, perhaps, in my eyes and on my face, as She quickly added, "...Or a biting?"

That made it a one-or-the-other choice...much better.
I took three seconds to think about it, and so She turned around to R, who was standing there..."R, should I give him a beating or a biting?"
"Well, I think he'd prefer a beating."
"Okay...  " then She turned to me, "Go to your room...."
I went...to my room, and stripped off,   and lay on the bed, on my back, waiting Her arrival.
She entered, got on the bed, seated in Her customary position, picked up a long wooden backscratcher, just acquired for 99.9 cents, and had me get over Her lap.
And I counted 109 smacks of the stick across my buttocks, until She paused, and whacked my thighs, then my buttocks and so on.
Then She had me turn over, and whacked the front of my thighs...
Then She told me to get on my knees with my butt up and to Her, head down (FDAU).
And She whacked my buttocks and thighs a bit longer.....
She said, "Enough..."  and  I asked Her to, and She took pictures of the results.... (at end of this post).

I got dressed and we had a discussion.
She had said, She would take me to work....  I told Her it was not necessary, I am just fine to drive.

And, I did, and ...here I am.

Overall, a different day.
Some disappointment on my part, from NOT getting a morning beating after the sex.
A communications problem....
Very pleasant conversations in the car on the way to my meeting, and on the way back.
The dinner was okay.... the noise was very annoying...  but we heard about an upcoming party in the city we live,  that's actually on an open date for us.
The beating at home was delightful and delicious.

and as of midnight
HR S LO  39
HR S LA  16 1/2
HR s LB    3
HR UNlocked/locked   216 / 16

and the pix:

Love this magazine....I have a few of 'em, but not this one.

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These might be interesting to learn for public play

Male chastity on the honeymoon

to the tune of "Sailing, Sailing.."

 Hairbrush, hairbrush, o'er her lap while bare
It hurts like hell
I scream and yell
Bur she simply does not care

Caning, caning, naked o'er the stool
I cannot lie
I want to cry
Why must she be so cruel?

Beating, beating, at a dungeon fair
 My butt so bruised
 My thighs abused
That people stop and stare..

Paddle, paddle, on my hands and knees
She swings and hits
Right where I sit
Ignores my plaintive pleas

Spooning, spooning, on my tender thighs
 It hurts so much,
 At just a touch
 I blurt out pain filled cries

Squeezing, squeezing, nipples tender mine
She ties me down
And with a frown
She tells me not to whine

Biting, pinching, my body, oh so pale
She is my wife
Such is the life
of a masochistic male

interesting reading

http://strictjuliespanks.blogspot.com/2013/09/sex-with-my-husband.html

I still want this but.

it gets in the way of... having sex...  which we both seem to want, even more....

Naked for OTK.... arouses me every time....

Some favorites....

I've yet to see my bottom quite this red all over

I kinda felt like this after today's paddling

I've yet to feel leather, quite like this, across my backside...I hope to, sometime.

Oh, yes, lay it on me!

oct 29

I headed home at 0600, looking forward to another ... interesting ...morning.
I arrived... fed the animals... took care of some paperwork...and stripped down to head for the shower.
I was sitting on the toilet, with the door open, when our young temporary boarder opened the door to her room, which had her looking directly into the bathroom, and I quickly reached to close the door.
Not that it bothered me any, but I guessed it might bother her.
I showered, and dried off, and went into the bedroom, where She was sleeping.
Actually, She wasn't sleeping, She was playing possum, She told me later.
After I told Her the previous morning, that She spoiled my surprise by being awake, She decided to pretend to be asleep.... and later said, "Took you long enough, you've been home since seven..."
Turns out, She had been awake since 0630, but continued to pretend to be asleep.
Anyway, naked, I got on the bed, saying, "Good morning."
She 'woke up'.
I pulled the bed covers off Her, pulled down Her panties, spread Her legs, and gave Her oral service, for ...all of five minutes, maybe.
She grabbed my head, and said, "Get up here..."
I did, and I realized that She wanted me to mount Her, right there, I was somewhat taken aback.
We have never before had sex in THIS bed.   In my mind, this was the bed that She shared with R.  I HAVE slept with Her in this bed, but ONLY slept.  I've even masturbated while laying on this bed, while She did work on Her computer.  So, this felt... strange?
But no SO strange that I couldn't perform.
Her hand guided my cock into Her wet pussy,   and we fucked for... awhile.
Until She said, "My mind is preoccupied... I'm not going to be able to cum anymore."
"Oh..."
"But continue, if you want.... but I have to pee first."
I got off Her, She went to pee, I looked down, and saw I was still ... erect.  Often I lose it at this break point, but not this time....
She returned, and resumed Her position, and I mounted Her, and continued.....
And GLORY BE!
I came.
I took a few minutes to catch my breath,  then I pulled out, then it was time to perform the required duty of licking my cum out of Her pussy.
I would not 'have' to do that, if I wore a condom.  But I have enough problems with sensitivity.
And to be clear, I don't consider cleaning Her up afterwards a duty or a chore, but rather, a perk, a favor, an added benefit. I really enjoy it.
After a few minutes, She pulled me up, to kiss me, to get a taste of the semen and pussy juice, then said, "Continue...."   which I did, until we figured, She was clean enough.
We got up, and started stripping the sheets from the bed, to wash them.
And, in a quiet, weak voice, I asked, "May I have a post-cum spanking?"
"Sure. Go to your room, while I put these sheets in the wash."
I went to my room, grabbed the wooden hole-punched paddle, and stood against the edge of the bed, which is high enough, that it comes up to about mid thigh on me... bent over the bed, so that my torso was flat on it, and set the paddle down next to me, and waited.
This feeling of anticipation is extraordinary.
Nearly all other times of beatings, She has just ...jumped right in.
If it's time for a Daily Beating, it's a matter of minutes from the time She's on the bed, telling me to strip, til I'm over Her lap, feeling the pain.in my buttocks.
If we're at a dungeon party,  we might mingle a bit, but from the moment She picks a station, and tells me to strip, it's just a minute before I feel the pain.
So, as I said, this feeling of anticipation, waiting for Her to come into the room, waiting for the paddle to smack my bottom....  simply delicious.
Enter the room She did.
She smacked each of my cheeks once with the palm of Her hand, and said, "Enough warm up..." then She picked up the paddle.... and applied twenty five rapid smacks, I think, to my right cheek, then twenty five
to my left, then continued for more on each cheek, then said, "That's it, I've drawn blood."
She dropped the paddle, and I quickly asked for pictures of the results, and She took up my phone, and took a few pictures (posted at the end of this blog, then She went around the bed, to sit on it.
I fished around for some briefs to put on...to keep from getting blood on the sheets, and joined Her on the bed.
And we... talked.
And talked.
I was curious....  the previous day,  She made a point of having me strip, to show R the bruises on my thighs and bottom.  Was She trying to embarrass me..or...what was the point?
Well, such demonstrations do not embarrass me. I'm rather proud of my marks.  AND R has watched me take beatings in a number of dungeon sessions.
The answer was, that R had heard the noise, yesterday, as He arrived home from work, and was ..curious, and She wanted to show him,  stating that he likes to just watch, and ofttimes, gets aroused by it.
Another topic was that She had mentioned, how would we handle daily beatings while at my parents' house, where we'll be in a couple weeks...what with the noise?
The answer I had was to put a soft gag in my mouth.  She said, She wasn't so much concerned with the noise I make, which is quite often, not all that much, but the noise of whap whap whap.
Well, we'll just have to work out the timing on that.
And that was more, much more.... did I feel guilty when I left my first girlfriend, I ?   Did I feel guilty when I left my wife, E?  Did I feel guilty for not telling F the truth about myself?  Would I consider telling F NOW, the truth... (that the happiness I have found with my wife is in no small part due to Her also being my Mistress, who beats me for Her pleasure and mine)?
What was this all about, anyway?
Eventually, She told me... that She was feeling badly about how She ended the relationship with Her previous submissive.
Our relationship was just starting as THAT relationship was drawing to a close.
I guess I thought, that relationship was over, but....
She told me, with tears in Her eyes, that She missed him, that She wanted to explain to him.... but he was not returning texts or emails.
I felt a twinge of ...jealousy,  while suggesting She continue sending texts and emails,  even twice a day....
And here's a thought I had, that I did not mention in the conversation, so I expect She'll read it here:

add a note, along the notes of:  If you do not want me to contact you at all, just send me one reply telling me to not contact you again, and I won't, ever again.  By ignoring me, I don't know what to do, other than keep trying.

So, breakfast/dinner, and I was asleep around 11:45.

My alarm went off at 17:00. I turned it off, and started to sit up.  She came in, a moment later.
"5 o'clock, time to get up..."
"I am," I said.     (apologies to Mr Diamond)
I sent a text to my manager to work, telling him, I'm up.
He called me back within a minute, and we spoke briefly about the work scheduling drama.
Then I went to the toilet.
She looked at me, from the other bedroom. "You're just now going to the bathroom?"
"I was talking to the manager."
"Oh....hurry up."
I eliminated,  and She followed me to my bedroom.
She got on the bed, and looked at me.  "Well, drop 'em. I shouldn't have to tell you that."
"I was waiting for.... I dunno..." I mumbled, taking my briefs down and off.
I climbed on the bed, and over Her lap....  and the assault began on my buttocks.
....owwwwwch....
And on the back of my thighs...
Then She had me turn over,  and beat the front of my thighs.... arrrrrgh.....
My butt goes numb fairly quickly.... so I can take long drawn out beatings there, without much effort.
But my thighs do NOT go numb.  The strikes from the waffle-maker or wooden spoon or whatever hurt like a sonuvabitch...
And I love it.
I don't love it so much while it's happening... yet I do love it, and I really love the hot afterglow.
I've been very close to crying during this kind of treatment..  So close...
I keep thinking,  having me restrained, spread eagle on the bed....  with a combination of thigh-beating, biting on tender spots, and nipple-tweaking...will be enough to put me over the edge.
Then, She suggested a game of Truth or Truth, with my chastity at stake.
She asked me a two part question, and I just don't remember the first part of it, but the second was, why do I feel jealous about Her feelings or talking about... the other submissive?
Well, for me, the essence of jealousy is... the feeling that I'm not good enough.  If She's really happy with me, what does She need the other for?  I thought that part of Her life was over, and if She is still thinking about him, then I must not be giving Her enough.
She explained that the people in Her life fill a different role, fill a different slot, meet a different need., and I'm more than good enough, but Her love for him has not simply evaporated, and She still needs ... closure.
 I'm good with that.
So, She said, "You want chastity now until Friday...or later...  or no chastity, and sex in the morning, or even no sex in the morning?"
I smiled.  "No chastity, and morning sex."
She smiled. "Good choice."

Anyway, it was 17:55, and I had to get moving.
Shower, dress, coffee poured (thank you, R, for making a fresh pot)...
In car, and off to work.
Manager called, while I was on the freeway.... "Think you can produce that letter by tomorrow?"
"I'll look into it...."
At work on time!

An uneventful night at work...with 3 hours left.
She found out, or was reminded, that She has an 0800 appointment with the very doctor from whom we would like to procure the aforementioned letter.
Which is great, but might put a crimp in our plan of morning sex.
I'll just have to hurry home, eh?

Two good beatings today, AND an orgasm. I am one happy camper.

Hr since LO    15
Hr since LA     15
Hr since LDB   6.5
hr Unl               208

Now for some pictures of my bottom after the post-cum paddling:

Oct 28

Headed home, with visions in my head.
EVERY morning so far, that I've come home from this shift, She was still asleep.
My plan was to wake Her up by pulling down the bedcovers, pulling down Her panties, and giving Her oral...  Then going to my bedroom to continue.

I arrived, and the dogs were going nuts, as usual, as I put my key in the lock, and entered.
Morning duties include feeding two to four dogs, depending on which ones are home, the two outdoor cats, and my two indoor cats, and scooping their litter box.
As I was doing that, She came out.... "Hi."
I looked at Her in disbelief.  "What are you doing, awake?"
"The dogs woke me up, and I had to pee."
"Ah."
Then I stripped and took a shower, and dressed in only socks (because of the concrete floors), I went to find Her in the other bedroom,  where She was propped up, in bed, checking email on Her phone.
"You spoiled my surprise," I said.
"What was that?"
"I expected to find you asleep, and I was going to wake you up, very special like."
Grinning, She said, "You want me to pretend I'm asleep."
"Yeah...."
She put down Her phone, and closed Her eyes.
I pulled the bedcovers off Her, pulled down Her pajama bottom and panties, as She moaned, 'Oh, what are you doing...'  and I began licking Her pussy and clit, as She moaned louder, and struggled.
She managed to whisper, "Take me to your room and tie me up...."
"Okay," I said, "Beat me with a hairbrush first?"
"Sure."
And in a few minutes, we were in my room.  I stretched out, naked, on my stomach, on the bed, and She smacked my bottom for a bit with a hairbrush.
"Enough," She said.
I produced the wrist and ankle cuffs.
I first put the cuffs on Her ankles, and with Her helpful suggestions, secured them to the chains running across the top of the bed frame, so that Her legs were spread and vertical.  Then I put cuffs on Her wrists, securing them to the frame behind Her.
I set the timer on my phone to ten minutes...without telling Her for how long... and I began licking Her pussy, sucking Her clit, as She moaned, struggled, wiggled, and came and came and came....
The timer went off, and I turned it off, and She moaned, "Fuck me...."
Leaving Her bound, I mounted Her, for much of the ol in-out.
She begged to be released, and I did, so that She could wrap Her legs and arms around me, as I continued to thrust in and out.
After awhile, She begged me to stop, because She badly needed to pee.
I stopped, She went and ..went, and returned....
I fondled my cock a bit, getting it up for me; She took it in Her mouth to help.
I mounted Her, and we continued....  until various muscle cramps indicated, it was time to stop.
I got off Her, we pillow-talked some,  then it was time for Her to set off on some errands for the day, while I fixed my dinner, prior to going to sleep for the day.
And She gave me a choice: be locked up in a chastity device NOW, or wait until I was getting ready for work.
I chose...later.

Just before 17:00, She called me.
"I'm almost home. Start getting up.  I want time to lock you up and give you the Daily Beating."
I got up.
She came in.
She sat on the bed, I climbed over Her lap.
She started with a long wooden paddle.
OW OW OW...
As I told Her in person, and am repeating now:  the hairbrushes we have don't have much effect on me... after the initial swats.  But THIS paddle.... I felt every one.
This spanking is what I've imagined, fantasized,  a spanking from a Strict Wife should be like.
Indescribably delicious.....
She continued with other implements, on my buttocks, and back of my thighs...
And had me turn over, and beat the front of my thighs...
And turn over, for more on my buttocks and thighs...
And turn over again,  for more on the front of my thighs,  which had me yelping in real pain.
She asked, "Shall I continue...?"
I had to think a second..."No, please, no."

She admired the coloring on my thighs, and we talked a few minutes, then I had to get moving to take a shower, and get ready for work.
But first, She said, "Let's play truth or dare. At stake is your chastity....."
"Um, okay...truth."
"Did you enjoy the morning beating with the hairbrush?"
"Oh, hell, yes."
She smiled. "You win.   You get the choice....  You can be locked up NOW, to be released on Friday ...OR LATER <evil grin> OR not be locked up, and we have sex when you get home in the morning...."
"I choose...to not be locked up now."
"Okay then."

I'll get back to my thought processes on this, once I'm done with the day.....

I showered, I dressed,  I said good bye, I went to work.  
We chatted some on F-chat.
I told Her again how much I enjoyed the Strict Wife paddling.
I told Her that I still have twinges of pain in my bottom, and I love it.

Getting back to the matter of my 'choice':
I am not 'afraid' of having my cock locked up by Her,  even for the indeterminate length of time She suggested.
No, I really relish the prospect of it.
But, really, my choice was based on.... I REALLY LIKE having sex with Her.  even if I don't cum... and it's been over 18 days since I've cum....

Background...
I've had sex with three women in my life (plus two one night stands...)
The first one, I, from when I was 19 til I was 24.  It was an on again, off again thing, until we actually lived in a house together for the final year...in separate bedrooms, getting together for sex once a week or less.
Sex was singularly unfulfilling, and I preferred to masturbate.
Then I met, and moved in, with E, who I married, and was with from the time I was 24 til I left her when I was 41.  Some sex was ....good, I guess, much of it was perfunctory,  but I don't remember looking forward to it...and I often preferred to masturbate.
I left her to move in with F, when I was 41+.
Sex with her was.... better, I guess,  to start with,  but it wasn't long before  I was telling her I'm too tired...then once she was asleep next to me, I'd quietly masturbate.
We gave up even trying, and changed our relationship status from 'lovers' to 'good friends' ... when I was 45 or 45.   We continued to live in the same townhouse together, in separate bedrooms, for another 11 years, and I abstained from sex with a partner that whole time.... while frequently masturbating instead.
F moved,. back to the other coast, January of this year.... leaving me alone, and with a feeling of freedom to figure out who I am, and what I really want.
Then SHE came along...the woman to whom I dedicate this blog, this diary.
We started as play-partners for dungeon parties, as She fulfilled my masochistic desires, and I fulfilled Her sadistic desires.
Then came a D/s contract, followed by an M/s contract with a collar around my neck.
But it wasn't meant to be...sexual.... which was even expressly forbidden in the contract.
However....  during a time in early July, when we were just... whispering secrets to each other, I told Her, I had fallen in love with Her..and I really really wanted to ....go all the way.
Well...
A couple days later, we did.
July 21... at a spanking party, we were somewhere alone, and She climbed on my lap, straddled me, facing me, and ...asked me to marry Her.
I thought about it ...for 1.2 seconds, and said, "Yes."
We got married on Sept 14.
We started living together, in a house with Her ex-husband, R, on Oct 1.
And ...we have sex. Often.   I think I've had more sex with Her than ...during all my time with I, or all my time with E, or all my time with F.
At any rate, I've enjoyed it more, I DO enjoy it more, so much more than... any previous encounters I've had.
And, She tells me, frequently, that She enjoys it, too, that when She thinks about sex, which is often, She thinks about it with ME.
So locking me up is denial for Her as much as it is for me.

I love the sex.
I enjoy the Daily Beatings...and then some.
How that paddle felt yesterday..... OMG.....  it brought out an emotional response .... This is how a spanking from a Strict Wife should feel... not the little stinging that the hairbrush usually feels like...I felt this paddling, like it's meant to be felt.....
She has 'gone to town' on me, at dungeon parties and the like....  but this was different, because of the home atmosphere, maybe, I don't know...    but I felt it, and I still feel it, and it's delicious.

Life is Awesome!

as of midnight:
Hr SLO  446
Hr S LA  14
Hr S LB  6.5
Hr UN   184

On FL DD and Daily Beatings

A dose of the hairbrush every night is an integral part of our Daily Beating routine.

Marriage is a partnership. Guess who’s the senior partner?

"This is NOT your Daily Beating, this is for leaving the toilet seat up, again."

"A warm bottom at bedtime makes him a very considerate lover"

"You'll get your Daily Beating, later tonight. Right now, let's discuss the dirty underwear you left on the floor."

"Do you like it? I thought I'd wear something special for your Daily Beating."

"Yes, I AM spanking you harder than usual. Some Daily Beatings are going to be like that."

"I do love giving you the Daily Beating.  You like them too, don't you?"

"I'm so glad I decided to give you the Daily Beating now, rather than let you waste time watching some silly football game."

"Yes, my love, I do like to make your Sunday morning Daily Beating quite severe, just to watch you wiggle while trying to sit still in church."

"I was not amused by your comments about dinner."

"For this Daily Beating, I'm thinking, twenty with each of these.  Ready?"