I watched unattached Dommes walking around, not busy, glancing at me, and looking straight through me.
I'm in a pool of six guys, from which a five-man basketball team is being chosen. Guess what happens to me?
I do not like parties, for this reason.
I was ONE minute.... just sixty seconds..away from getting up, getting dressed, and telling Merry to take Her time, that I would be sleeping in the car, ready to go whenever She was.
Then L.K. came rushing up to me, or so it seemed.
"Shilo, does your Mistress allow you to play with others?"
"Well, yes......" Kind of odd question, but correct in formality, and LK has never seen me play with another, when Merry was 'in the house'...
"I've got a Domme who is looking for a heavy masochist.... would you like to meet her?"
"Yeah..sure..."
In the other Large Room, she was sitting...and had been for a long part of the evening.
Her name was MistressT; she was short (relative to me), heavy, black..
We prenegotiated (no face slapping, or cock n ball hits..)
Then we found an open station, a St Andrews cross (that Merry had just finished up with, with Mike....)
I leaned up against, facing the cross... and she went to work on my, on my buttocks and on my back.
She finally got me to cry out, after 20 minutes of intensive therapy to my sunburned back, and hits too high on my thighs...on my lower back, and plenty of wrapping.....
Merry told me later, that the Dungeon Monitor tried to stop it, but L.K. stopped him, saying that Merry was watching, Merry would stop it if she saw fit.
She did see fit, and Merry went to MistressT and ..stopped it.
And came up behind me, offering water...
And my knees gave way, and I crumpled to the floor.
Merry just ...held me... until I had the strength to get up.... and get dressed.
We departed.
Not far from home, we stopped out for a soda to take home.
Home....we took a shower together, then sat down for dessert of frozen eclair and soda...
On into the bedroom...
Where much to our surprise, Sherman's dog, Beaux, came in , hopped up on the bed, and got comfortable on one of my pillows.
She was ready after very little foreplay.... and told me to cut the plastic lock, and take of the silicon chastity device that my penis had been cage in, since last Sunday...
A little bit of manipulation and stroking the head of my penis against and inside Her wet kitkat got it hard and erect, and I plunged forward...
She calls this, "having sex."
Well, THIS was FUCKING.
And it was good.
During the act, I had a vision, a fantasy in my head of:
A woman finds a stash of porno magazines, belong to her husband or son or nephew or... I'm not clear on the relation. The magazines are titles like Corporal, Ma'am, DWC... basically, Fem Dom punishment and spanking. She gets hold of the male in question, says, "Let's see how you like this for real" and has him naked, and over her lap, whapping his bottom long and hard with hairbrush/paddle.
And I ... came.
Then I had to clean up, going down between her legs, and sucking her juice and my cum out of her.
and to sleep 0300.
I was awake, for P&S, when Sherman walked in, around 0410.
I got the use of my pillow back.
0900 or so, up.
Cinnamon toast and coffee. New contact lenses in. Almost lost one in the bathroom sink.
She was at Her computer, I was at my laptop(s). Sherman was reading something from his smartphone.
She heard Stitch, in the other room, making plans to go meet his ex-girlfriend.
She called him into the room. "Don't you know today is my birthday?"
"I thought that was yesterday."
Oh, FFS.
I yelled out, "Do you know how to read a calendar?: but he didn't answer.
He is a really nice guy, and means well in all the dumb shit he does on a daily basis.
I've started putting up signs around the house.
"Leave this washrag alone."
"Do NOT turn this fan off."
I'm sure I'll be putting up more signs.
Somewhere, outside of Chicago, there's a village, taking up a collection each day, trying to raise the money to get their idiot to come home.
At my suggestion, Merry agreed to a communal birthday spanking... 18 bare handed smacks on Her ample, gorgeous, lush buttocks from the three of us.
She wanted to be on the spanking bench, so I dragged it out to the center of the living room floor, and fetched the video camera....
She started with a monologue about how She is the Dominant in the house, and that She was allowing this to happen....
I said, "Okay that was a rehearsal, now I'm going to push the 'record' button...."
I recorded while Sherman got the first 18 or 19 smacks.
Sherman recorded while Stitch delivered 20 or so left handed smacks (and I was washing my hands).
And Sherman held the camera while I delivered exactly 18 smacks.
Her cheeks grew a lovely shade of red... then she sat up, and talked a bit to the camera...and it was finished.
I uploaded the video from camera to laptop.... converted it to WMV... then uploaded it onto Her profile on FL.
She fell asleep for a nap, in Her easy chair (now Sherman's bed, for the most part)....
Time for me to get moving, so I got up and showered/dried/dressed.
Poured two big travel mugs of tea, and packed bags.
She had asked me to bring to Her some wipes.
I brought Her a pouch of them, that were in an airlocked baggie.
"I wanted them in a plastic box..."
OH, for fuck's sake!
What the FUCK is the difference?
These wipe just as well, do they not?
Or maybe the color is wrong?
Or I should have put them on your left side, and not your right side?
Hey Zeus Aaych Bar Ker RICED.
Out to the car and rolling 1410
At the office 1500.
In the boss's office, doing next day's set up.
Exchanging emails with the boss, towards the goal, of getting off for some hours next Sunday.
But, couldn't make it happen.
Moved into the main office when Sammy left, 1930, which meant sitting in the same room with the newest kid in the room, The Motor Mouth Kid.
But, earlier in the week, May said, that She had warned him about just... talking to me... and he seems to have learned something from it.
Most of his conversation was work related, and not blah blah blah banter.
Hmmm.
HsLS 21
HsLO 21
HsLD 23
H LOCK 164 then
UNlocked 22
Her DO YES
from How to Get the Spanking You Want
Step 4: Talk briefly about what happened...
It's usually not a good idea to de brief about a spanking immediately afterwards, but if the whole thing falls apart before it's over, you'd be wise to talk at least a little about what happened sooner rather than later. Talking about it as soon as possible will help alleviate any fears about what happened and avoid each of you stewing in your own fear and guilt abut having 'caused' the problem. So once you are both calm and out of the 'spanking space', consider talking briefly about what went wrong for you. But when you do, remember, now is not the time to criticize or blame either her/him or you for whatever went wrong. cont'd
from Corporal Punishment: Over mother's knees
Most people I know who were subject to spanking while growing up do remember being put over their parent's knees. This position is so widely known that it is, and I believe not only in Germany, almost a synonym for spanking, as in "I will put you over my knee". If there is a classical position when administering such forms of discipline, this is it cont'd
If a sub-male looks content or indifferent
during a spanking it is a sure sign that he needs a very harsh and very
prolonged punishment. The male needs to be spanked until he has shed many tears
of repentance.
Thank you for making my birthday so special,
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