and I do not remember what happened after we went to bed.... a beating? Sex? I just don't know.
But...we were awake around 0730
and She decided to start the morning with a birthday beating with the spoon.
and back in the bedroom....
And She began an session of tease and....? with a twist.
She took a pen and wrote something on the palm of Her hand....then told me to choose from 1 to 5.
I chose 2, I think.
The session progressed, then She told me, that two of the choices were "fuck", one was "Shilo's choice", one was "tease" and the final one, the one I chose, was "denial."
Which meant, after a few minutes of Her hand stroking my cock, and sucking it, She stopped, and said, "That's it!"
Then She fell flat on Her back, and said, "But...since you ARE my husband, there are certain rights that you CAN claim."
Claim them, I did, getting on top of Her.
And, we dressed and went out of the room.
Dad took us for a ride, around the golf course, in his golf cart.
We returned, and She went back to a book She'd started.... and I went to the bedroom, to lie down.
After a few minutes, She sent me a text: "You ok?"
I sent back, "Yeah, tired, need a beating."
She replied, "Okay, heading over, get naked and have the wooden paddle ready."
THAT is a text I will save.
...something so delicious about just reading "Get naked and have the paddle ready..."
Anyway, I did so.
And She came in.
And gave my buttocks and thighs a number of good swats.
And after my oral service to Her, was much WinKing.
When I got off Her, with a limp dick, but no happy outcome, She fell right asleep.
Now, as for what happened next, She has asked a couple times since, "What were you thinking?"
Well, I wasn't 'thinking' in the calm rational analytical way that I try to think.
But I was rationalizing, putting together causes and effects in a way that favored the outcome that I wanted....
Which is to say, I was annoyed that .... even with all the intercourse we've been having since we arrived, that I've been unable to cum....
That I was aroused, at least mentally, due to all the stinging activity my body had received...
That it was my birthday, and I certainly deserved to cum on my birthday...
And the easiest way for me to cum was by masturbating.
So, I began masturbating.
Ignoring that, per our contract, I am not allowed to masturbate, unless I have Her permission or supervision, and my orgasms are supposed to be limited to....while my cock is in Her pussy.
I had no plan as to ....whether I was really trying to cum, or I was just edging myself some more; or if I intended to tell Her about it afterwards...
All became moot, as when I did spurt, some drops landed on Her right forearm.
Did I mention I was laying right next to Her, on Her right side, as She lay flat on Her back, softly snoring?
Anyway....spurts on my belly, Her forearm, the bedspread, my belly....
As I cleaned up with tissue, She woke up.
Saying She was surprised would be a remarkable understatement.
She said, "I'm getting up...." and She did so..... and I found out later, began work on a blog entry, having to do with this.
And I plan to do a separate blog entry on the matter, too.
Facebook was a topic of conversation. I don't use Facebook much, because I don't have access to the site at work...
While here, I started updating it a bit....changing my location from LA to LB.... then saw, I still showed as 'widowed' so I changed it to 'married', then started typing Her name, and Her full real name came up, and I said, "Yep...."
So, all dressed, and we went to an Outback for my birthday dinner, a 25 minute drive from the house.
We returned to the house, and about two blocks from the house, I realized I left my purse at the restaurant.
We arrived at the house, Mom and J got out; I asked J to call ahead to the restaurant, let them know we were on the way, and Dad and I made the trip back to the restaurant, recovered my purse, and returned to the house.
Then we got into a four-handed game of Scrabble.
The plan was to be rolling for the airport at 0700 the next morning, which meant, alarms would be going off at 0600, so we adjourned to bedrooms around 22:30.
She, justifiably, wanted to talk.
As in, how I felt about the ...masturbation incident... and whether punishment was called for.
I said, blah blah this, and blah blah that... nothing I did was pre-planned, pre-meditated... but spontaneous, spur of the moment, that I was annoyed about my inability to cum during intercourse, that I felt entitled to an orgasm on my birthday, that this whole situation was unlikely to occur ever again... so given how I feel about disappointing Her (rather badly), that no further punishment was necessary. (Not that there was any 'punishment' other than, me reflecting and processing on my shame and guilt for disappointing Her) and She accepted that.
The Facebook thing....left Her open to some embarrassing questions, and I told Her, I was just making changes as I went along, not aware of other consequences, and I would be happy to change them back, unless we can find some agreeable middle ground...and we did.
Then She asked me, for a grade, for Her, for the day.
...something She's been doing every few days, lately....
Essentially, my assessment of Her, being TSW, whether there's anything I want to be said or done differently, etc.
I did not take a lot of time to think about it.
Like it or not, I'd been getting two a day beatings since I got there....
She wasn't giving me 'choice'.
She made me 'get naked' for every beating.
I gave Her an "A" for the day.
as of midnight
HSLO 9
HSLA 9
HSDB 10
H UNl 203
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