Heading home... with a bit of a swelling in my crotch, as I was thinking about the new "Strict Wife" paradigm, and cigarette after cigarette in my mouth.
I have no clue how much if at all I've written about my cigarette smoking habit...
That She hated
That was nearly enough for Her to consider not seeing me on the first date, or anytime...
That through Her help, I began a program of cutting down, until I was not smoking at all (using e-cigs to still get the nicotine) as of Sept 12, and we were married on Sept 14.
Then, after the events noted on my blogdate Oct 20.... I started up again.... without telling Her, without Her knowing, trying to keep it a secret from Her.
I arrived home, and put the remaining cigarettes (15 in the pack) and lighter in the console/drawer in the front panel of my car... and went on, inside.
I could see, the door to Her room was closed...an oddity, I figured to sort out later.....
I fed all the animals, noting that JJ was loose, rather than in her kennel, and the back door was open, then went to check out the washing machine, and see if there as anything that needed to be taken out, before I brought my own load out...and saw that it was running, the timer on it indicating 5 minutes left.
So, somebody had been up and around this morning.
I returned to my room, so that my laundry net was gone.... so it was my laundry in the wash. Cool.
I undressed, and headed to the bathroom for a shower... and saw Her door was open, with the dogs hanging around near it. So, it was closed just in an attempt to keep them out. I could see enough inside, to see Her flat on the back on the bed, asleep with mask on.
I had brought my phone for this reason: I sent a text to Her: stepping into shower, will be ready for beard trim in a few minutes.
I showered...washed my hair...gargled...brushed my teeth... dried off, and went to Her room, She was still mostly asleep, but started waking up, as I came in, and asked me to lay down next to Her.
She told me, She didn't feel well.... gastric distress... so some things weren't gonna happen....
But, I should go to my bedroom, pick out any three 'weapons' and ...return.
I went, and came back with the lighter of the long skinny wood paddles, the wooden spoon, and the small wooden hairbrush...
... and went over Her lap, as She sat on the bed...
and She beat my buttocks, and thighs, taking care to avoid already-bruised places.....
And had me turn around, and She beat the front of my thighs.
We discussed for a few minutes the relative pain differential between using the concave side of the spoon, versus using the convex side.
Then we just held each other close, talking..... and sniffing.
Which is to say, She was sniffing me... and said, "You REALLY smell of cigarettes... "
"Oh, yeah," I ad libbed. "This guy at work is a chain smoker, and I just can't avoid getting it on me."
"You need to talk to him, this is really bad..."
"Okay, I'll see him...next Monday...'
"Hmmm."
After a few minutes, we both got up... to get something to eat, and for me to go to sleep thereafter.
After eating, I wound up piddling around with a few things...preparing things that I did not want to go scrambling around for, in preparation for our trip the very next day.
Then I went in to Her room to ask Her to do the online check in for the flight.
Turns out it was Little S who was on the computer: She had come out to play the bubble game.
I went to my room and texted her the confirmation code, ...and went to sleep...1015.
At 10:55...I started to wake up, as I heard a shouting at my door... "St LOUIS!"
I heard it again, and really woke up, and saw Little S standing at my doorway.... saying, "The confirmation you gave me is for St Louis..."
Ohhh...'Okay, I'll look up the confirmation for this trip and send it to you..."
"Okay," she said, walking away.
I looked through the mail on my phone for maybe 5 minutes, not at all sure where I filed it, and fell back asleep.
Only to be awoken.... about two hours later, by Her, straddling and sitting on my chest, rage on Her face, screaming, 'WHAT THE FUCK?!'
and "You LIED..."
..then She showed me the open pack of cigarettes that She had evidently gotten out of my car, and yelled...some more, questions that demanded answers.
I started to try to shut down, shut up, 'go elsewhere', but She was having none of that, and I answered.
Yes, I've been smoking.... ever since the communications problem while You were up north....
etc
She got off me and barked, "Go to the bathroom, and take off your clothes."
I did, as She followed me.
"Lay down in the tub."
I sat in the tub, since ours is not long enough to fit all of me horizontally, and She ordered me to slip on down, until my head was against the floor of the tub, even if my knees had to be bent.
And.... She turned on the cold water, and sprayed me with it.
"Your LIES have turned me cold.... This is how it feels."
I inhaled deeply as the cold water first hit me.... and I started to push my mind into shut-down.
But She turned the water off rather quickly, or so it seemed.
And told me to stay put...and left the room....and returned in a very few minutes, naked.
She stepped into the tub, and told me to close my eyes.....
And emptied Her bladder on my face and chest.
And said, "You are just a piece of shit.... floating in the toilet."
Somehow, I aspirated some of the urine, and started coughing and gagging.
She extended a hand, to help me upright.... and said, "Take a shower, get my pee off your body, out of your hair... and consider yourself lucky, all this morning every one of my urinations was accompanied by a defecation."
"When you are done, sit on the toilet and wait for me."
I dried off, and sat on the toilet, and could hear sounds coming from the kitchen like... chopping. Ginger? Onions? Soap?
She returned, carrying a tall coffee cup, and held it out. "Here, drink."
I looked into the cup.... dark brown, or black... and bits floating in it... bits of.... tobacco.
I lifted it to my lips, took two solid gulps...but the water was too hot to guzzle it, so I swallowed that, then took another hit for two gulps... and She said, "That's enough."
"Get on your knees."
I did, my butt against the toilet.
"Turn around!"
I did, with my head on the toilet lid.
She got into the shower, to wash down her urine splattered torso,
And I lifted up the toilet seat, and vomited.
And stayed there, ready and willing to vomit some more....
She got out of the shower.... my hair was not tied back, and She pulled it back, to keep it out of the toilet...and waited til I seemed done, before She told me to get up, and sit on the toilet.
She stood in front of me, and ...lectured.... expressed Her anger, Her hurt, Her disappointment.
Not because of the smoking, but because of the lies I told about it.
She said, this was my punishment.
I agreed it was deserved and called for.... and inventive, and creative..... I simply had NO idea, at any moment, what was going to happen.
She told me to follow Her into Her bedroom....and.... we lay on the bed, together, naked.
Which led to stroking and soft kissing.... which led to me giving Her oral service between Her thighs... which led to ......
well, She doesn't like the word "bonking". I don't like the word "fucking". "Having sex" seems too impersonal and long... "Copulated"? Too long. "Screwing" also seems vulgar.
So, an abbreviation: W for 'winkie', which She is what She often calls my penis, and K for kit-kat, which She calls Her vagina , so WinK is Winkie in Kit-Kat.
...........WinKing. After a bit, She said.... "I need to pee."
I stopped, and let Her up.
She went, peed, and returned.
I got back on top of Her, and continued WinKing, and...
with a fantasy running through my head, of a wedding night, in the bridal suite... the new Wife gets out of Her long flowing gown, stripping to white lingerie and nylons.... tells him to get naked.... gets out a hard wooden hairbrush....puts him over her lap and spanks his bottom and thighs until he cries, and then some....
........ I came, squirting my cum inside Her ...kit-kat.
She immediately told me to clean it up, before it oozes all over the place.
And I slipped down, and took much pleasure in licking and cleaning out Her pussy.
She pulled me up to Her, and had me lay down next to Her for just a few minutes.... then sent me off to my room, so I could get ... oh, another 60 or 70 minutes of sleep, before I had to get up, get ready for work.
She told me, She was taking me to work, She could not trust me to drive there on my own.
i returned to my room, and got my ...sleep.
Alarm off at .... 1700.... and up when She came in at 1710 and told me to ...go pee.
I returned, She was sitting on the bed, and said, "Drop 'em.'
I took my (house rule required) briefs down and off....
Laid over Her lap.... for a somewhat shortened paddle and spooning...then i turned over for a shortened spooning on the front of my thighs.
We talked a little, then I got up, to start getting dressed...to go to work.
But first She called in Stitch...and told him... She had caught me in a lie, I've been smoking and lying about it, I've been punished, now She is taking me to work, and he is coming along....
We all got in Her car, and headed out...taking me to work.
18:20, earliest start I've ever gotten.
On the way, I confessed that... no one in my office smokes... in spite of what I said before. No one smokes.
She declared me an "asshole".
She told me to apologize to the people that I work with that have seen me smoke....and to ask them to call Her if they see me smoking ever again.
And She told me to write a Confession on my blog.
And said, She would be adding a Journal note to Her blog.
Arrived at the office like 1938.... an hour and 18 minutes...geez....
At work.... a relatively stress free night, compared to the previous three....
I wrote and posted my Confession, as a blog post, here.
I spoke to SR, apologizing for smoking in her presence, and gave her a phone number, and asked her to call, if she sees me smoking here again....
I saw that Merry did write the Journal entry.
I wrote and finally finished this.....
Hrs since last orgasm: 10
Hrs since last attempt 10
Hrs since Last beating 6 1/2
Hrs Unlocked 107
Cigarettes...from 00:01 on 10/6, til I got home, just before 0700: 16.
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