Showing posts with label red bottom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label red bottom. Show all posts
Thursday, January 2, 2014
01.02 * Real tales of My Strict Wife
Sometimes She pauses after the first set to take a picture...then continues.
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
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.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
12.23 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife
After a hard beating, She puts me in a corner.
After 'awhile', She says, I'm done, and I'm allowed to rub my sore spot.
After 'awhile', She says, I'm done, and I'm allowed to rub my sore spot.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Thursday, November 21, 2013
Nov 20 Diary
Home, sometime after 07:00.
She was already up, getting out of the shower, getting ready for .... ?
I started my chores, glanced into Her room, and saw Her wearing some very alluring stretchy red panties, quite a difference from Her usual tighty-pinkies.
I said, "Nice panties..."
She said, "Just for you....after your shower, get in here."
I finished chores, stripped down, found some panties to take with me, and went to the bathroom, and showered...and dried, and dressed....
And entered Her room, and saw Her wearing a long red dress, and I was wondering if She had a job to go to, or an interview, or a date....
She said, "It's a special occasion."
I started thinking, and wondering if I had missed an anniversary... First date, June 1... our first sex, July 2; engaged, July 21... married, Sept 14.... my first orgasm during intercourse, Sept 21... no, nothing was coming to mind.
And, I've been with Her long enough to know, She gives out as much information as She's going to give.
If She was going to elaborate on the special occasion, She would have, so no point in me asking further.
She sat at Her desk chair, and told me to come to Her.
I did, and She began stroking my scrotum and balls through and around the cage that enclosed my cock.
Then She said, "Go get three implements, and return."
1
"My choice...?"
"Yes, but I don't guarantee I will use all the ones you choose. Put on your panties before you walk through the house."
I put on my panties, went to my room, and selected Paddle-1, Paddle-3, and Crop, and returned to Her room.
2
And immediately removed the panties, and handed Her the implements.
She took them from me with a nod, and said, 'Bend over the bed.'
As I did so, She added instructions.... feet on the floor, head down.
In position, I waited... while She continued with a game on Her computer.
3
She got up.... and behind me, and applied the crop to my buttocks for... awhile, I wasn't counting.
She stopped and said, "Don't get up, I'm not done." And She returned to Her computer.
She got up again, and behind me, and applied the large paddle to my buttocks.
......The door to Her room was open, and Her large black dog, Fi, was constantly wandering in an out.
When She started using the paddle, Fi started barking and growling at Her. At one point, I felt Fi...or her fur coat, under and in between my legs. Merry tried hitting me butt with Her hands, and Fi had no comment, but when She used the paddle, Fi growled and barked. Finally, Merry had to put her outside the room, and close the door.
And stopped, and said, "...Not done yet...."
And I waited, as She returned to the computer.
Then She returned, and applied the small paddle to my buttocks.
Then I heard clicks, as She took pictures with the camera on Her phone.
4
She told me to stand up, turn around, sit down, lay back.....
She unlocked the side lock on my cock cage....and began stroking my penis, even sucking on it, til it was as full as it could get, while still having the ring around the base....
She pulled Her panties down, and off, got on the bed, straddling my face in a 69 position, allowing or requiring me to lick Her pussy and clit a few minutes, while saying, "Don't make me cum, or you will regret it."
She got off me, went to the edge of the bed, straddled me, and lowered Her pussy onto my cock... pushed down once, then up, then down, then up...and off... then repeated that.... and asked "How do you like it?"
I said, "Oh, I so want to feel more of my hard cock inside your wet pussy."
She said, "That is all you are getting....stand up.:"
5
I did so.
She went to the kitchen, returned with an iced coffee that She had purchased for me, sometime previously.
"Drink this. Your cock better be down when you are done, because I'm locking it back in the cage, regardless."
I finished it, and my cock was limp, and I went to Her, and She reset the lock on the coffin-side of my cock cage.
"Get back over the bed."
I went to the bed, and bent over it.
And waited.
And really felt ... the anticipation, the trepidation of whatever might be forthcoming.
I can take ...just about anything (in regards to ...bottom beatings)... once I've gotten the first stroke or smack. But waiting for the first one... not knowing when it's coming... I really thought She was behind me... until I turned my head slightly, and saw that She was still at Her desk. Then I heard Her footsteps and knew She was up, and behind me.... and I felt the paddle smacking my buttocks.
"Not done yet..." She said, returning to Her chair.
I waited.
She returned, to apply more paddle strokes.
And said, "Now, get up."
I did, as She sat down, and I stood in front of Her.
She reached out, and fondled my junk, inside and around the cage.
"Now, then the special occasion...."
She paused, I waited.
"You bought this device without asking me, without consulting me. I DO like it, it is definitely different and unusual... but, you did not consult with me. You must learn fiscal responsibility. To ensure you understand that this will be the last device you buy, without consulting me, you are going to wear it for a very long time. What is the longest I've kept you locked up, so far?"
"Mmm.. ten days, a week, not sure without checking my notes..."
"Say, a week. This is going to be much longer."
6
I've checked my records. From the end of July to early August, there was a twenty-three day period when I was locked up. Many of those days, I was unlocked for a brief period, or overnight, or for half a day, but there were also 13 days of being locked, 24/7.
I did not say anything, in reply to this, nor did She insist on a reply, such as by asking, "Do you understand?"
I think She knows..... that, when I do not reply, I am .... processing thoughts or I am struggling with emotion.
In this case, I was very close shutting down, emotionally... as what I was feeling was...anger.
A feeling of anger, a wanting to rebel, to say, "what the fu....!"
And since then, I've tried to figure out why I was feeling that...and I believe I've figured it out.
This 'sentence' felt like punishment. And, to my understanding, punishment is given for breaking rules.
We had no rule in place to cover this, so why am I being punished for breaking a not-yet-existing rule?
However, my understanding is that punishment is also something given in such a fashion that the recipient does not ever want a repeat of it, and thus the punishment is a deterrent to that rule, or any rule, being broken.
And, let's face it.... if you've read my blog for, oh, five minutes, then you know, I am fascinated by chastity, in some kind of love-hate kind of way. Ergo, this treatment does not qualify as 'something that I would not like to have repeated'.
So, I've figured out, this is discipline. Discipline can be used....among many things ...as a method for teaching / learning ... such as "Here's a new rule, and this is how I'm going to ensure you learn this rule."
Once I sorted that out in my head ...and heart.... the anger I had felt, dissipated, and I was able to reinvoke my submission, my ability to accept what I am given, without question.
Then She said, "I'm done with you. Go have your meal, go to bed."
I turned, and put on my panties, and went to the kitchen, put together dinner-fast, or break-ner, and went into my room, and ate, while watching the last half of a L&O: SVU that I had started, a week prior.
I finished...and lights out.... 10:00 I think.
She joined me in bed at some point, but did not make enough noise to really wake me.
She was up, 2-ish, as She had to pick up a son, and take him to a doctor and etc.... which meant, She wouldn't be home anytime before I was up and out and heading to work.
She dressed, and left, and I sorta kinda went back to sleep until 1645.
I got up and moved and showered and dressed....as R arrived home from work.
He and I were talking in the kitchen, and I said, "Lemme show you something...." and I pulled down my pants and showed him the device on my cock, and I said, "She put this on me yesterday, and this morning, She said, 'It's going to be on for a very long time...."
He nodded, and said, "Does it hurt?"
...Just like a noob.
"You know, if these hurt, not many guys would put up with them. Think of them as ...underwear. If too tight, they pinch....if too loose, they sag and bunch up. With the right fit, you don't notice. And that's how it is with these."
"Oh, I always thought they were like a ...tube...right on the penis."
I looked at him, strangely, and he said, "That's the first one I've actually seen."
I looked at him again. "You haven't seen the ones on me?"
"No, She has talked about them, but I've not seen one..."
"Oh." I took him to my room, and showed him my collection, and gave him an idea of how each one fit on.... then I told him the story of leaving the CB-6000 in the hotel room in StL, which he thought, quite amusing.
And I packed my stuff, made coffee, went to my car, and headed to work, leaving home about 18:10...
and arriving about 1950.....fukkin traffic!
At work.... not much drama or stress....yet.
I will do another post, after this one, for feedback and grades.... and another post for .... variations.
Hr since last orgasm 206
hrs since last attempt 96
hrs since discipline 15
Hrs locked up 30 1/2
7.
She was already up, getting out of the shower, getting ready for .... ?
I started my chores, glanced into Her room, and saw Her wearing some very alluring stretchy red panties, quite a difference from Her usual tighty-pinkies.
I said, "Nice panties..."
She said, "Just for you....after your shower, get in here."
I finished chores, stripped down, found some panties to take with me, and went to the bathroom, and showered...and dried, and dressed....
And entered Her room, and saw Her wearing a long red dress, and I was wondering if She had a job to go to, or an interview, or a date....
She said, "It's a special occasion."
I started thinking, and wondering if I had missed an anniversary... First date, June 1... our first sex, July 2; engaged, July 21... married, Sept 14.... my first orgasm during intercourse, Sept 21... no, nothing was coming to mind.
And, I've been with Her long enough to know, She gives out as much information as She's going to give.
If She was going to elaborate on the special occasion, She would have, so no point in me asking further.
She sat at Her desk chair, and told me to come to Her.
I did, and She began stroking my scrotum and balls through and around the cage that enclosed my cock.
Then She said, "Go get three implements, and return."
1
"My choice...?"
"Yes, but I don't guarantee I will use all the ones you choose. Put on your panties before you walk through the house."
I put on my panties, went to my room, and selected Paddle-1, Paddle-3, and Crop, and returned to Her room.
2
And immediately removed the panties, and handed Her the implements.
She took them from me with a nod, and said, 'Bend over the bed.'
As I did so, She added instructions.... feet on the floor, head down.
In position, I waited... while She continued with a game on Her computer.
3
She got up.... and behind me, and applied the crop to my buttocks for... awhile, I wasn't counting.
She stopped and said, "Don't get up, I'm not done." And She returned to Her computer.
She got up again, and behind me, and applied the large paddle to my buttocks.
......The door to Her room was open, and Her large black dog, Fi, was constantly wandering in an out.
When She started using the paddle, Fi started barking and growling at Her. At one point, I felt Fi...or her fur coat, under and in between my legs. Merry tried hitting me butt with Her hands, and Fi had no comment, but when She used the paddle, Fi growled and barked. Finally, Merry had to put her outside the room, and close the door.
And stopped, and said, "...Not done yet...."
And I waited, as She returned to the computer.
Then She returned, and applied the small paddle to my buttocks.
Then I heard clicks, as She took pictures with the camera on Her phone.
4
She told me to stand up, turn around, sit down, lay back.....
She unlocked the side lock on my cock cage....and began stroking my penis, even sucking on it, til it was as full as it could get, while still having the ring around the base....
She pulled Her panties down, and off, got on the bed, straddling my face in a 69 position, allowing or requiring me to lick Her pussy and clit a few minutes, while saying, "Don't make me cum, or you will regret it."
She got off me, went to the edge of the bed, straddled me, and lowered Her pussy onto my cock... pushed down once, then up, then down, then up...and off... then repeated that.... and asked "How do you like it?"
I said, "Oh, I so want to feel more of my hard cock inside your wet pussy."
She said, "That is all you are getting....stand up.:"
5
I did so.
She went to the kitchen, returned with an iced coffee that She had purchased for me, sometime previously.
"Drink this. Your cock better be down when you are done, because I'm locking it back in the cage, regardless."
I finished it, and my cock was limp, and I went to Her, and She reset the lock on the coffin-side of my cock cage.
"Get back over the bed."
I went to the bed, and bent over it.
And waited.
And really felt ... the anticipation, the trepidation of whatever might be forthcoming.
I can take ...just about anything (in regards to ...bottom beatings)... once I've gotten the first stroke or smack. But waiting for the first one... not knowing when it's coming... I really thought She was behind me... until I turned my head slightly, and saw that She was still at Her desk. Then I heard Her footsteps and knew She was up, and behind me.... and I felt the paddle smacking my buttocks.
"Not done yet..." She said, returning to Her chair.
I waited.
She returned, to apply more paddle strokes.
And said, "Now, get up."
I did, as She sat down, and I stood in front of Her.
She reached out, and fondled my junk, inside and around the cage.
"Now, then the special occasion...."
She paused, I waited.
"You bought this device without asking me, without consulting me. I DO like it, it is definitely different and unusual... but, you did not consult with me. You must learn fiscal responsibility. To ensure you understand that this will be the last device you buy, without consulting me, you are going to wear it for a very long time. What is the longest I've kept you locked up, so far?"
"Mmm.. ten days, a week, not sure without checking my notes..."
"Say, a week. This is going to be much longer."
6
I've checked my records. From the end of July to early August, there was a twenty-three day period when I was locked up. Many of those days, I was unlocked for a brief period, or overnight, or for half a day, but there were also 13 days of being locked, 24/7.
I did not say anything, in reply to this, nor did She insist on a reply, such as by asking, "Do you understand?"
I think She knows..... that, when I do not reply, I am .... processing thoughts or I am struggling with emotion.
In this case, I was very close shutting down, emotionally... as what I was feeling was...anger.
A feeling of anger, a wanting to rebel, to say, "what the fu....!"
And since then, I've tried to figure out why I was feeling that...and I believe I've figured it out.
This 'sentence' felt like punishment. And, to my understanding, punishment is given for breaking rules.
We had no rule in place to cover this, so why am I being punished for breaking a not-yet-existing rule?
However, my understanding is that punishment is also something given in such a fashion that the recipient does not ever want a repeat of it, and thus the punishment is a deterrent to that rule, or any rule, being broken.
And, let's face it.... if you've read my blog for, oh, five minutes, then you know, I am fascinated by chastity, in some kind of love-hate kind of way. Ergo, this treatment does not qualify as 'something that I would not like to have repeated'.
So, I've figured out, this is discipline. Discipline can be used....among many things ...as a method for teaching / learning ... such as "Here's a new rule, and this is how I'm going to ensure you learn this rule."
Once I sorted that out in my head ...and heart.... the anger I had felt, dissipated, and I was able to reinvoke my submission, my ability to accept what I am given, without question.
Then She said, "I'm done with you. Go have your meal, go to bed."
I turned, and put on my panties, and went to the kitchen, put together dinner-fast, or break-ner, and went into my room, and ate, while watching the last half of a L&O: SVU that I had started, a week prior.
I finished...and lights out.... 10:00 I think.
She joined me in bed at some point, but did not make enough noise to really wake me.
She was up, 2-ish, as She had to pick up a son, and take him to a doctor and etc.... which meant, She wouldn't be home anytime before I was up and out and heading to work.
She dressed, and left, and I sorta kinda went back to sleep until 1645.
I got up and moved and showered and dressed....as R arrived home from work.
He and I were talking in the kitchen, and I said, "Lemme show you something...." and I pulled down my pants and showed him the device on my cock, and I said, "She put this on me yesterday, and this morning, She said, 'It's going to be on for a very long time...."
He nodded, and said, "Does it hurt?"
...Just like a noob.
"You know, if these hurt, not many guys would put up with them. Think of them as ...underwear. If too tight, they pinch....if too loose, they sag and bunch up. With the right fit, you don't notice. And that's how it is with these."
"Oh, I always thought they were like a ...tube...right on the penis."
I looked at him, strangely, and he said, "That's the first one I've actually seen."
I looked at him again. "You haven't seen the ones on me?"
"No, She has talked about them, but I've not seen one..."
"Oh." I took him to my room, and showed him my collection, and gave him an idea of how each one fit on.... then I told him the story of leaving the CB-6000 in the hotel room in StL, which he thought, quite amusing.
And I packed my stuff, made coffee, went to my car, and headed to work, leaving home about 18:10...
and arriving about 1950.....fukkin traffic!
At work.... not much drama or stress....yet.
I will do another post, after this one, for feedback and grades.... and another post for .... variations.
Hr since last orgasm 206
hrs since last attempt 96
hrs since discipline 15
Hrs locked up 30 1/2
Friday, November 15, 2013
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
New paddles
Well, new to us.
Some time ago, She broke Her favorite dark purple paddle on my ass.
I went on eBay, and looked around.
I found a seller, handmaking them, with a set of 3.
I bought it, paid for it, and waited....
But since I had not changed my registered Paypal address, he sent them to my old address.
Thanks to the wonders of mail-forwarding, they arrived at my current house, while we were gone.
Merry was immediately interested..."What did you get..."
And I showed Her.
"Mmm," She said, smiling, with a twinkle in Her eye.
Not much later....I was still unpacking and sorting stuff from the trip, ..when She said, 'I'm ready to paddle you now, if you're up for it...'
Stated like that, I tried to demur, "I'm kinda busy...."
"Let me rephrase... NOW and you choose the paddle, or LATER and I choose the paddle."
RRRGh.
"Naked?"
"Of course."
And so, I stripped, and selected the left-most paddle in the picture, and went to Her.
After She thoroughly cleaned my butt crack, She had me stay in FDAU and applied a decent but not overwhelming yet very stinging application of the paddle, bringing out this color:
Wow. and Oww.
THIS was the kind of spanking I've...imagined....
Looking at images of 'boys' over a woman's lap, getting his bottom smacked...while he kicks, wiggles, moans, cries....
I've not yet been pushed to all that, but THIS paddle could come close...
She just has to be willing to 'stick with it'.
And the after-burn....just delicious.
The skinnier paddle, in the middle, looks like it will be good for detail work, such as spreading my cheeks, and getting right down inside....
The round-ish paddle will serve like a hairbrush, 'tho more solid.
Some time ago, She broke Her favorite dark purple paddle on my ass.
I went on eBay, and looked around.
I found a seller, handmaking them, with a set of 3.
I bought it, paid for it, and waited....
But since I had not changed my registered Paypal address, he sent them to my old address.
Thanks to the wonders of mail-forwarding, they arrived at my current house, while we were gone.
Merry was immediately interested..."What did you get..."
And I showed Her.
"Mmm," She said, smiling, with a twinkle in Her eye.
Not much later....I was still unpacking and sorting stuff from the trip, ..when She said, 'I'm ready to paddle you now, if you're up for it...'
Stated like that, I tried to demur, "I'm kinda busy...."
"Let me rephrase... NOW and you choose the paddle, or LATER and I choose the paddle."
RRRGh.
"Naked?"
"Of course."
And so, I stripped, and selected the left-most paddle in the picture, and went to Her.
After She thoroughly cleaned my butt crack, She had me stay in FDAU and applied a decent but not overwhelming yet very stinging application of the paddle, bringing out this color:
Wow. and Oww.
THIS was the kind of spanking I've...imagined....
Looking at images of 'boys' over a woman's lap, getting his bottom smacked...while he kicks, wiggles, moans, cries....
I've not yet been pushed to all that, but THIS paddle could come close...
She just has to be willing to 'stick with it'.
And the after-burn....just delicious.
The skinnier paddle, in the middle, looks like it will be good for detail work, such as spreading my cheeks, and getting right down inside....
The round-ish paddle will serve like a hairbrush, 'tho more solid.
"Either you get it, or you don't"
Such a true phrase for those in, or not in, this.... community of BDSM.
I got to thinking about this, after this visit to my parents.
And the marks on my body.
I tend to walk from bedroom to bathroom with a minimum of clothing, but I did take care to cover up while there.
If Mom was to see these,.... oh wow.
Not sure if ANY amount of explaining would help her understand
Meanwhile, J tried dropping hints.... one time, She said, "Give him a spanking? I brought a paddle..."
and Mom just shook her head, "Oh no....
So...just try to explain this to her.... or to anyone that doesn't already 'get it' ... that..... I like it ...
So, you ENJOY the pain? I am asked.
No.
Look at the expression on my face, or the way I move or wiggle, or listen to my breathing.
In the exact moment, no, I'm not enjoying it.
I enjoy the afterburn..... the heat in my buttocks, or the stinging rising from the cane marks or other bruises on my thighs, the tingling when sitting down.....
I enjoy the submission.... of giving in, of freely exposing myself and my body for physical punishment.
I enjoy the subspace... a term I thought I came up with by myself some months ago, until I started researching it on Fet... I've been there a couple times, from times at dungeons when She beat me for prolonged period of time, that I was able to go into subspace.
Prior to subspace, I believe there's a fork in the 'road'.
There comes a point when one just might be reaching one's 'limit'.
When I've been pushed that far, I've gone into subspace rather than approaching my limit.
With a different kind of pushing, I might reach the point of ...crying.
I anticipate this being a fantastic and cathartic release...I just haven't gotten there yet.
I think it would require a sustained pain that just continues.
My bottom simply goes numb pretty quickly, so ...not there.
What seems to hurt consistently.... never going numb... is beating to my thighs.... although really hard smacks create angry red bruises...like I have now... so maybe it would require a sustained beating all around my thighs.... along with bites in appropriate places, and nipple tweaking...to send me over that edge.
I got to thinking about this, after this visit to my parents.
And the marks on my body.
If Mom was to see these,.... oh wow.
Not sure if ANY amount of explaining would help her understand
Meanwhile, J tried dropping hints.... one time, She said, "Give him a spanking? I brought a paddle..."
and Mom just shook her head, "Oh no....
So...just try to explain this to her.... or to anyone that doesn't already 'get it' ... that..... I like it ...
So, you ENJOY the pain? I am asked.
No.
Look at the expression on my face, or the way I move or wiggle, or listen to my breathing.
In the exact moment, no, I'm not enjoying it.
I enjoy the afterburn..... the heat in my buttocks, or the stinging rising from the cane marks or other bruises on my thighs, the tingling when sitting down.....
I enjoy the submission.... of giving in, of freely exposing myself and my body for physical punishment.
I enjoy the subspace... a term I thought I came up with by myself some months ago, until I started researching it on Fet... I've been there a couple times, from times at dungeons when She beat me for prolonged period of time, that I was able to go into subspace.
Prior to subspace, I believe there's a fork in the 'road'.
There comes a point when one just might be reaching one's 'limit'.
When I've been pushed that far, I've gone into subspace rather than approaching my limit.
With a different kind of pushing, I might reach the point of ...crying.
I anticipate this being a fantastic and cathartic release...I just haven't gotten there yet.
I think it would require a sustained pain that just continues.
My bottom simply goes numb pretty quickly, so ...not there.
What seems to hurt consistently.... never going numb... is beating to my thighs.... although really hard smacks create angry red bruises...like I have now... so maybe it would require a sustained beating all around my thighs.... along with bites in appropriate places, and nipple tweaking...to send me over that edge.
Nov 11
Around 00:45, She looked at the clock, and said, "It's still your birthday ..at home..." and She picked up the wooden spoon, "Get ready..."
And She whacked my inner thighs.
Then I gave Her oral service, which led to WinKing.... until I 'lost it', and we managed to go to sleep...around 0145.
The alarm went off at 0600: I got up, walked across the room to turn it off...and jumped back into bed, and stayed there til 0636.
And...we began scrambling... Shower for me, and Her... packing.... etc....
Bags in car..... and rolling about 0730.
I had Little S with me in the car all the way to MSY, then she fell asleep for the last 10 minutes or so.
We arrived curbside about 0855; I woke Her up, and Little S was gone, this was J.
We checked in curbside, got wheelchair in fairly good time.... enough time, that once we cleared security and were hanging around the gate, I pushed Her around for a tour of the shops in the concourse, before settling back at the gate, waiting boarding.
We boarded.... and both of us napped on and off the whole flight. She read the book when She wasn't napping, I read the USA Today, a little pleasure when I'm on trips away from home.
On the ground in LA at 12:30.
A bit of a wait to get the wheelchair service at the gate....
Then on down to baggage claim.... then a walk across the streets, and upstairs, to the car, by which time it was 13:30....and we headed home, arriving 14:00 or so.
I began unpacking, and going through mail.
A couple of packages came in for me.
She came in and asked, "Whatdidya get?"
One package contained 100 or so numbered-plastic-security locks for chastity devices.
The other package contained....3 wooden paddles.
A bit later, She said, "I'll use one of those paddles on you now, if you're up for it."
......um... "I'm in the middle of unpacking, so......"
"Do this NOW, and you choose the paddle. Do it later, and I choose the paddle."
"Um...do you want me naked?"
"Of course."
"Give me two minutes."
"Don't dawdle!"
In my room...I stripped ...to socks.
Socks SEEMS to be acceptable wear while being 'naked'. We have bare dirty concrete floors, so when told to 'get naked', She has not made comment of it when I retained socks.
I returned to Her room, carrying the paddle on the left as shown in the picture.
First She had me standing against the edge of Her bed, bending over...
But after taking a look between my cheeks, She decided She wanted to do some cleaning first, and told me to get ON the bed, 'FDAU'.
I did, and She procured wipes, and cleaned my crack to Her satisfaction.
Then, using the paddle, put some real color in my cheeks and thighs.
Then, after a few minutes of oral service, She released me to go continue with whatever I was doing.
I finished unpacking, etc, then had a snack, while reading a couple days of newpapers, and went down for a nap, around 15:30, which did not stop Her from coming in to tell me what She was doing with my profile on Facebook.
My alarm went off at 1700; She came in at 1709 to see if I was awake, and was I sure that I did NOT need Her to drive me to work...(yes).
Evidently, another beating was not on Her agenda; She even said, that She was NOW going to take the nap that She had not had yet.
I got up, and put the shower back together (long story.... it had been stripped down for painting, but the painter did not paint, and left it like that) and took a shower....
Stripped my bed, and got the sheets in the washing machine...and made coffee...
and kissed Her goodbye, as She dozed...
And was in my car at1820.
EZ ride on the 710 then the 10. I thought I was gonna be EARLY.
Then I hit the 101.... very very slowly.
It was grind all the way on the 101....
Such that I arrived at work at 19:25.
And on several occasions throughout the night, had myself convinced, that this is SUNDAY night.
as of midnight
HSLO 33
HsLA 22 1/2
HsLB 9
H Unl 227
And She whacked my inner thighs.
Then I gave Her oral service, which led to WinKing.... until I 'lost it', and we managed to go to sleep...around 0145.
The alarm went off at 0600: I got up, walked across the room to turn it off...and jumped back into bed, and stayed there til 0636.
And...we began scrambling... Shower for me, and Her... packing.... etc....
Bags in car..... and rolling about 0730.
I had Little S with me in the car all the way to MSY, then she fell asleep for the last 10 minutes or so.
We arrived curbside about 0855; I woke Her up, and Little S was gone, this was J.
We checked in curbside, got wheelchair in fairly good time.... enough time, that once we cleared security and were hanging around the gate, I pushed Her around for a tour of the shops in the concourse, before settling back at the gate, waiting boarding.
We boarded.... and both of us napped on and off the whole flight. She read the book when She wasn't napping, I read the USA Today, a little pleasure when I'm on trips away from home.
On the ground in LA at 12:30.
A bit of a wait to get the wheelchair service at the gate....
Then on down to baggage claim.... then a walk across the streets, and upstairs, to the car, by which time it was 13:30....and we headed home, arriving 14:00 or so.
I began unpacking, and going through mail.
A couple of packages came in for me.
She came in and asked, "Whatdidya get?"
One package contained 100 or so numbered-plastic-security locks for chastity devices.
The other package contained....3 wooden paddles.
......um... "I'm in the middle of unpacking, so......"
"Do this NOW, and you choose the paddle. Do it later, and I choose the paddle."
"Um...do you want me naked?"
"Of course."
"Give me two minutes."
"Don't dawdle!"
In my room...I stripped ...to socks.
Socks SEEMS to be acceptable wear while being 'naked'. We have bare dirty concrete floors, so when told to 'get naked', She has not made comment of it when I retained socks.
I returned to Her room, carrying the paddle on the left as shown in the picture.
First She had me standing against the edge of Her bed, bending over...
But after taking a look between my cheeks, She decided She wanted to do some cleaning first, and told me to get ON the bed, 'FDAU'.
I did, and She procured wipes, and cleaned my crack to Her satisfaction.
Then, using the paddle, put some real color in my cheeks and thighs.
Then, after a few minutes of oral service, She released me to go continue with whatever I was doing.
I finished unpacking, etc, then had a snack, while reading a couple days of newpapers, and went down for a nap, around 15:30, which did not stop Her from coming in to tell me what She was doing with my profile on Facebook.
My alarm went off at 1700; She came in at 1709 to see if I was awake, and was I sure that I did NOT need Her to drive me to work...(yes).
Evidently, another beating was not on Her agenda; She even said, that She was NOW going to take the nap that She had not had yet.
I got up, and put the shower back together (long story.... it had been stripped down for painting, but the painter did not paint, and left it like that) and took a shower....
Stripped my bed, and got the sheets in the washing machine...and made coffee...
and kissed Her goodbye, as She dozed...
And was in my car at1820.
EZ ride on the 710 then the 10. I thought I was gonna be EARLY.
Then I hit the 101.... very very slowly.
It was grind all the way on the 101....
Such that I arrived at work at 19:25.
And on several occasions throughout the night, had myself convinced, that this is SUNDAY night.
as of midnight
HSLO 33
HsLA 22 1/2
HsLB 9
H Unl 227
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
Some favorites....
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| I've yet to see my bottom quite this red all over |
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| I kinda felt like this after today's paddling |
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| I've yet to feel leather, quite like this, across my backside...I hope to, sometime. |
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| Oh, yes, lay it on me! |
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
obsessions...
On some group, She replied to the opening line, "You know you're a spanko when...."
and She replied, "You obsess over seeing your partner's bare bottom."
And THIS is sort of an obsession of mine:
and She replied, "You obsess over seeing your partner's bare bottom."
And THIS is sort of an obsession of mine:
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
I want this but....
dark, sullen, gloomy, just...don't care....
I've been arguing, getting mad, getting upset, with Her... over stupid shit.
Sometimes She TELLS me, get ready for a Daily Beating. When She tells me to, I do so.
Other times, She ASKS me if I want one (now...later...). When She asks me, I say no. This mood I'm in, I will continue to say "no" if She ASKS me, but, of course, accept it, when She tells me.
Tuesday morning, Little S was 'out', and asked if she could 'play with sticks' with me.
(Which means, apply canes to my bare bottom...)
In my 'normal' state of mind, whatever the heck that really is, I am happy, delighted, to let her play with sticks.
Not this morning....
Right now, we're planning to go to a Halloween party at a dungeon on Saturday...and right now, I just don't care.
While there, if I go, if I don't decide that I am sick... if She TELLS me to do something, I will do it. But if She asks me if I WANT to "do something", I will (probably) say No.
On to the pictures:
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