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:
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