04.21 Diary

Off work, and on my home, arrived about 0730.
I fed the four-footed ones, scooped a box...
And went into Her bedroom, and woke Her up...just about 0800.
I lay down next to Her a few minutes, at Her request,  then we both got up.
She started to dress as She would for going to work, in about 2 hours.
I watched Her put on a bra...  not a sports bra, not a lacy, sexy, see through fuck-me bra,  but a functional bra.

And it reminded me of a picture I had been admiring on tumblr, not many hours prior to this.

So,  while I really 'enjoy' Clothed Female naked male --type spankings, another top fantasy of mine stems from many pictures I've seen courtesy of Nu-west,  featuring women ... wearing girdles and bras and such things, while smacking the bottoms of naked men.
So, yeah, I was thinking about that as She dressed.

Then we got in Her car...and went to "Her" vet's office, in Tor.
  to pick up the ashes of Fiona....   whose birthday it was today,  and so She really thought it appropriate to bring her home today... and I really had to agree.
We drove through a JackBox on the way home for Her 'breakfast'....
And once home, we looked through the mail, and I put together my dinner...  leftover chicken and rice and broccoli and black eyed peas with ham hocks.
She was looking through a women's wear catalog, while we were at the table, and I flipped through it, and mused, "Hmm... any girdles...?"
She looked at me, oddly, and I said, "Got any girdles? I got a fantasy about ...being over the lap of a woman, who is wearing only bra and girdle,  and she beats my bottom..."
"Hold on," She said, and She hurriedly took off Her shoes.... pants...  and top... and went into Her bedroom, and closed the door.
I heard much rummaging about....
Then She came out of the room, wearing a panty girdle that matched Her bra ... carrying Her leather belt...
And She came up to me, reached out and grabbed me by my right ear, and pulled me to "the chair", saying, "Get over here NOW....       On your knees, there.   Take off your pants..."
I pulled my pants down to just below my knees, "That's enough...."
She sat in the chair...   "Get over my lap...."
I did,  and She whipped my buttocks maybe a dozen times with the belt.
"Get up!...    Get in the corner!"
Pants still down, I hobbled to the corner, in the foyer next to the front door, and stood.
I gathered that She went back into Her bedroom, to take the girdle off... then came back into the living room to put Her top and pants back on....   "You can turn around now."
I did, pulling up my pants.  "And come here, and help me get my shoes on."
I did...  Then She realized She had not taken Her morning meds yet, so She started doing that,  then She realized She didn't have Her phone with Her and She hoped it was still in Her car.
And She went running out to Her car, and asked me to call ahead to HLB, and let him know that She was delayed, which I did.
I sat down with dessert, to read the newpaper,  then I went to bed, around  11:15 or so.

Slept straight through, until She woke me up about 1703?  ten minutes ahead of my alarm, and I mumbled, I'm sleeping another ten minutes.
Alarm 17:15, and I was upright about 1725.
Toilet, of course.... then shower and dried off and dressed and made iced coffee, then back to the toilet...
She was in Her easy chair, reading the script that HLB had just finished (well, I'm assuming it's finished), and I asked Her if She wished me to supply Her with a "daily orgasm" or two...
She said, no thanks, She was having IBS-type problems, and thanked me for offering.
And off I went, to my car and to work....
And arrived ...  19:30 ish.

NOT a busy night, or even almost-busy.
I did not hear anything from Her until midnight-ish, a text that said, "Going to bed now, saying goodnight...and bring home a loaf of bread."

HsLS  35
HsLO  326
HsLB   13 1/2
D UN  118


As I present the following list,  keep in mind, no one item is more important in my mind than some other one.
I only numbered them to keep them separate.

So,
  From my listed titled "Why I don't feel like I'm really married"  

1.  She talks...gripes...complains... jokes... to me about Her ex-husband,. Stitch, who still lives with us, and with whom She shares time....   in a way that really makes me feel like, She is still HIS wife, and I am ... Her lover ... and She uses me as Her sounding board , to talk about Her problems with him.

2.  Consider all the possible groups and sub groups, starting with
     MY  family .... friends ....  co-workers ....   churchfriends       and
     HIS  family ..... friends ...   co-workers ...    churchfriends?    and
     HER  family .... friends ...   co-workers?      churchfriends
     Having made that list ...  start checking them off,  by  who knows that She and I are married, and who believes that She and Stitch are (still) married.
 
   I do believe that everybody (almost..?) within our circle of  ... um.... "non vanilla" friends know that She and I are married, and that's just fine and dandy,   but I'm just thinking about the vanilla-esque circle,  and the aggravation I feel in the pit of my stomach when we attend Her church socials, and I am introduced as Her (gay!) care giver.

There are ... currently (9) items on this list.  
 I have put one item on each of my seven other blogs,  on the entry with the date "4.22"

03.14 diary and Happy Anniversary, Merry!

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03.11 Diary

Off work 0630, and home 0720.
I fed the zoo, changed the big dog water bowl,  got side-tracked (squirrel!) by looking at my, or for a particular/pen ...   gathered implements as She asked me to, stripped off, and got into the shower.
She came in to pee while I was showering.
I got out, dried off, and met Her at the door to Her room.
"So, I want coffee and something to eat with my meds, first.  Do you want to sit with me, or stand in the corner and wait?"
"Um...corner," I mumbled.
"Okay, take your robe off and ...go to the front doorway corner."
I went and stood...but not to Her satisfaction.
"Stand back, I'll show you."
I moved, and She demonstrated how She wanted me standing....  heels together, feet at 90 degree angle, toes touching the base board, hands straight at sides,  forehead in the corner.
I took the position, and She went about Her business.

She said, "Time's up."
"How long..."
"Twenty minutes..."
So, this once counts as an under-punishment day.
We went into Her bedroom, and I picked up the implements I picked out:

She told me to get FDAU on the bed...and prepared Herself, then said "Pick a number between _ and _ " (I don't remember the range or the number I picked).
"Long or short?"
"Short."
Six rapid, hard smacks of the short paddle landed on my right buttock, then my left, and I was barely able to catch my breath.
Then, "Pick a number between 1 and 100."
"Seventy three."
"Long or short?"
"Long."
"Count these..."
I counted as sixty one smacks of the bath brush landed on alternating cheeks.
She stopped because (I think) blood appeared in some spot on one buttock, as She began wiping it up.
"Again, from one to 100.."
"Forty two".
"And from 1 to 5.."
"Three."
"Long or short?"
"Short."
"Okay...count 'em."
I counted out one hundred and forty two smacks of the wooden spoon as it landed on alternating buttocks.
"Again, from one to a hundred."
"Fifty."
"From one to ten..."
"Nine."
"From one to five.."
"Two."
"Okay, count 'em."
I counted twenty eight smacks of the long skinny paddle,  first on my right buttock, then my left.
"Now, turn over, butt close to the edge of the bed....legs straight up."
In diaper position, I waited.
"Count 'em."
I counted eight smacks of the long skinny paddle, first on the back of my right thigh, then on the back of my left thigh.
Then, She took pictures of my butt, with me in diaper position.  Then I rolled over into FDAU, and She took a few more.
"Okay, I'm done with you."
Uggggh....after beatings like this, I'm never sure if I'm glad it's over, or not.
Pix at the end of this....

She got into bed, and I lay next to Her then on top of Her.... and I pulled down Her tighty-pinkies, and gave Her oral service until She pulled me up, face to face, by my armpits... my penis was somewhat interested, and with a little wiggling, it became very interested....and we performed an act of a sexual nature in the missionary position for a bit...
She told me that I did not need to continue on Her account, that if it was not happening for me, I could stop at anytime.
I continued a few minutes.... decided it was NOT happening, and stopped.
And I slid down, to give Her just a bit more oral service,  until She rolled onto one side, suggesting She'd had enough.
She suggested that I should get myself something to eat and get to sleep,
And I agreed.
I ate, and was in Her bed, and asleep around 11:00.
Alarm off at1700, and I rolled up at 1715.
Showered, and dressed, and in car 1800.
I was supposed to 'start' at 19:00, but traffic was a starts-with-b-and-rhymes-with-witch, and I arrived 1910 or so.

Manager was here, still training the other person for set-up.
Then night had challenges.... too much work, for the number of available drivers.  So, had some farming to do.  Got through it.
She had gone to an evening munch. She text me when She got home, and I replied with how busy I was.
Sometime later, around midnight, She text, going to bed.  

HsLO  180 1/2
HsLS   13
HsLD   14
D UN   77

Days under punishment/CT   7  (hey that's ONE week...)
Days under punishment/Public   18



Lyric for the day :
"Everybody tells me
I'm wrong to want you so badly
But there's a force driving me on
I follow it gladly
So let them laugh I don't care
'Cause I got nothing to hide
All that I want is you by my side"

Quote for the day:
"A little messy! The Mandelbrot set of complex numbers is a little messy - this is chaos!"

I thought this was interesting:

03.06 Diary....

Up 0845, and I said, "Oh heck, gotta get up and get going, got class to get to."
I fed the animals, unlocked the back gate, too my pills, dressed, jumped in my car by 0930...
Arrived in Burbank at 10:28,....and realized, my class does not start until 11:30.
I called Her to tell it on myself, and She asked me to put up something at the supermarket, which I did, after using the toilet in the market,  then I waited in my car til class time.
Class lasted from 1130 to 1310... then I headed home
She was on my bed.... we talked a minute, decided I had time for CT before we left...and I stripped, and headed for Her room.... and She said, "Waitaminnit,  get over here... bend over...spread 'em". I did so.
"Your ass is dirty, go clean it."
It was from using the toilet at the market, without having wipes at hand.
I went to the bathroom, cleaned it, and returned.
"FDAU," She said.
I got on the bed.... She inspected between my cheeks,  added a couple licks of a collar strap, which set the Lab off in a frenzy, and She said, "In the corner."
I went to the corner in the bedroom, and stood, with feet tight together, legs straight,  forehead slightly touching each wall....
After some minutes, She asked, "What time was it when you started?"
I snorted.
"Are you LAUGHING?"
"I did not look at the clock...."    I did NOT say out loud, but I really wanted to, "Isn't that YOUR responsiblity, you fucking moron?"
After twenty minutes plus, She said, "You're done."  It was 1435, and we planned to leave at 1440.
Oh well. I dressed quickly, while She was still editing a document that She wanted to print and take with us.
Finally, She hit "print" and I made sure the printing went smoothly, while She dressed...
And we were in car 1453.
We arrived at D's around 1510, where Ell was or was not meeting us.
We went in, and ordered, and talked a little, and surprisingly to me, Ell did arrive.
We talked until 1630 or so, then Ell left.
She was in a hurry, feeling nauseous...but too late, She ran off the the restroom.
I paid the bill; She came out, we went to the car, went home.
She went to my bed, undressed, and lay down.
I changed clothes...and went to the bathroom, to give myself a bit of an enema.
I would have like to give myself a two quarter, but I was afraid people would be home from work soon, and while I did not care if they saw me, I did care about monopolizing the bathroom.
So I gave myself a one-pint bulb's worth.
Then I eliminated it...
And went to work on a kitchen project, that I had just dreamed up, earlier in the morning.
I emptied and stabilized the brown two-shelf cabinet,  then filled it with tupperware type items.
I rearranged a number of other drawers, putting things rarely used on high shelves or very low shelves....
and managed to empty the three boxes of kitchen 'stuff' that had been under the dining room table, into various drawers.
Then I emptied the dishwasher...
And Stitch came in, who up to this point, had come home from work, and stayed in his room in order to stay out of my way....and we fed the animals....
And I went out to the hot tub, which I had activated sometime recently.
While I was soaking, She called me  (Yes I had my phone with me.... ) asking me to come help Her.... I told Her, I was soaking, and so She called Stitch to assist.
After an hour, I got up, and went in to take a shower.
Dried off.....   She was up, sitting at Her computer, and I told Her I'd be in my room....   took my pm pills, sliced up an apple for 'dinner', and went to my room.
Checked on FL, s-net, my bank account  UH OH., went through some mail.....
Wrote yesterday's blog, and started today's, up to now.....
And to sleep,  2300.
She joined me,later.

HsLO  60.5
HsLS  60 1/2
HsLD  54 1/2
D UN  72

Times with the dirty slut 4
Days under punishment  CT   6
Days under punishment  other  13

03.01 Diary

Up 0900 or 1000... and after pills and breakfast,
Sex and intercourse..... 
Then I dressed, and went off the TH for Moonburn,  first one I was going to in many months....in pouring rain.
Which was a bust.   I said 'hello' to Dv, my Top from  March '13, and to Mark, whose house I attended a foursome party in April of '13, but otherwise, there was nobody I knew...so I sat around, looking at FL and emails on my phone,   then left there, around 1530.

Home...and she was Little-S, and had just returned from the market.
I showered, after Stitch got out,  and dressed, and she did the same.....
And we got in my car around 1800, heading for a presentation on Poly, back at TH.
She changed from casual clothes to dungeon-wear in the back seat of my car.   And realized she didn't bring the panties that she had borrowed from me to wear, and all she had was a 'diaper'  (actually, adult incontinence briefs) or the tighty-pinkies she often wears..... she wound up, going commando.

We arrived at TH early...sat through the presentation from 1905 to 2105, and generally agreed, it was a waste of 2 hours and $30.

Then we headed to RM....   where we had dinner at our favorite restaurant there, then headed to the party at the BoD, arriving around 2230.

She decided I would serve my daily corner time here....and had me strip naked, crawl into a cage, and sit in the corner of a cage for twenty minutes.

Afterwards, we moved into a side room, the only one where our preferred types of spanking benches were available,   and I mounted the bench.

She asked me to pick a number between one and ten.
She did not say "a whole number"  so I said,  "3.14159."

She vigorously applied a small church paddle to my buttocks.... and said, "THAT was the point 14159."

Then She switched to a bath brush, and had me count out, twenty hard smacks to each buttock.

Then She used what I'm calling the zombie-beater, a lighter cousin of a much heavier paddle of the same length and about the same width, and had me count out twenty smacks on each cheek.

Then She used the zombie-killer,and had me count out twenty smacks on each side.

As I told Her when She asked, how close was I to crying, I said, "from one to ten, about 8."

My nose was filled with snot....

HSLO  110 1/2
HsLS    12
HSLB   0
Day UN  67
Day under punishment  5 / 8
Times with dirty slut   4

02.28 Diary

At 00:30, She had me stand, naked, in the corner for 20 minutes....which I would have done on Thursday, but things, and chess, got  in the way.... at the end of which, She gave each of my buttocks, and my mons pubis, four whacks with a wooden spoon, then told me to go take a shower.
I did.
And we were in bed, around 0115...and listened to the rain for awhile.

Stitch woke me up at 0645,  for a ride to work, as he is not supposed to ride his bike in the rain.
I got up, and took him to work, and was home around 0800.
I fed the animals,  and went back to bed, until 1030.

Up, pills, coffee, breakfast....
She said, SHE needed an 'attitude adjustment'  and got on the spanking bench....  and then let me know when She felt Her attitude was suitably adjusted.
I started laundry...
And She told me what She had in mind for today.....while I'm still under punishment...instead of Corner Time.
Since the dog newest to our household seems afraid to go outside when it's raining, she did her business on the bedroom floor.
She told me to clean it up, and the whole floor,  naked, with a humbler on my scrotum.
And I did.
While She strapped my butt with a belt, during.
And finished up, with me FDAU on the bed, for belt, short leather strap, and bungee cord.
And go it all on video.
Full video is on a separate entry, "2/28.."

I got dressed, to go run some errands.

When I returned, She was gone, having gone to see Her second youngest son in HB.

I went to pick up Stitch at work....and returned.....

I finished assembling the dresser...and took a shower.

She returned home, and I helped Her some, in the kitchen.

Then we had dinner,  and worked editing and uploading the day's video.

In bed.... 2300. 

HSLO  86 1/2
HSLS  86 1/2
HSLD  11
Days UN   7.31.28
# times with that filthy slut   2
Days under punishment  4 / 7

2.24 Diary

Off work, 0630.
C count from 00 to 0630,  2
I stopped at Ralph's on the way home, arrived home 730-ish.
C count  on the way home,  3.

She was awake when I went inside, said She had hardly slept at all, and told me to 'hurry up'.
I fed the animals, showered, and naked, got in bed next to Her.
We talked a bit about my re-acquired smoking habit, which She refers to as "that fucking slut" or similar unkind words.
And we napped.... 
At one point, She said, "I should put you in the corner but I'm too tired."
Which I did not entirely understand.... I stand stand in the corner, while She slept and set an alarm.
"Then I wouldn't be able to watch you and make sure you don't move."
Well, I wouldn't move, but okay....
And I was really tired myself, and if She had decided to corner me, I would have said so.

On that note, I suggest the following adjustment:
Her terms of the corner time punishment were/are :  20 min. a day,  with Her keeping the option of not enforcing it on a given day, for a period of one to two weeks,  with only Her knowing how long that period will be. 
I suggest "black out days" on Monday and Tuesday, as these are the hardest for me, in terms of turn around, from the time I get home from work, roughly 0730, to the time I need to get up for work, roughly 1700.
So,  we simply don't include Monday or Tuesday. 
The "one to two week period" will mean, seven to fourteen continuous calendar days, that don't include Monday or Tuesday.
It started on 2/22.  It does not include 2/23, because I simply wasn't feeling well.
As for the other terms of punishment.... my profiles STILL show the notes of confession, and if'n'when we go to public BDSM events, I must wear a sign of confession... that remains in effect for the "one month period" from 2/22.

We got up around 0930 and had breakfast/dinner.
And went back to bed.... 1030 or 11ish.

I got up around 1530 for my usual mid-sleep snack, and went back to bed....
And got up around 17:15, with Her still sound asleep.
After I showered and dressed, She was up and moving....
I got caught up in FL messages.... 
And left the house about 1835.
C count enroute to work :  3

Work: same ol' same ol'   Some challenges, nothing that I'm not accustomed to by now.
We exchanged  a couple emails, and when I heard nothing from Her for awhile, I assumed She was asleep ...until She called me at 0345, saying She had been 'reading' but wouldn't tell me what.

Meanwhile, I started another blog.
Shilo's Fantasies (http://fantasiesofshilo.blogspot.com)  which will be specifically about the Top of the Top fantasies I've had or still have, within the BDSM/kinky world, so it won't JUST be about spanking.
...tho', spanking is Numero Uno.

C count to midnight :   2

HSLO  827
HSLS   103
HSLD   58
Day UN  7.31.24
Punishment days complete  1 
Cigarettes 10

02.23 Diary

I thought my alarm was set for 0800 to get up, ready for service.
But it wasn't.
I woke up at 0830, with my stomach doing flip flops, and cramped up.
I went back to sleep.
She got me up around 1000, for breakfast.
I had orange rolls, and went back to bed.
She woke me again, around noon,  suggesting, if I felt like it, I should get up for corner time.
I demurred, not feeling well.
So this day does not count as a punishment day.
I got up and moving around 1230, packing, prepping,  took a shower....
In the car at 1350, and just avoided getting on the freeway, when I realized I left my phone behind, and went back to get it.
So, left home, 1408 and at work  1455.
Caught up on four days of blogs... and assorted other stuff.

Chatted with Her a bit, about Ell, who had been inundating Her with messages...

And otherwise uneventful.

HSLO 803
HSLS  79
HsLD  34
D Un  7.31.23
D under Pun  1  (did not count today)

02.22 Diary

Up 0830
Over breakfast, I showed Her the note added to my FL profile, and She told me how SHE wanted it done, and I revised it.
Then She said, "Corner, now." 
And directed me to the corner in the entry way, where the front door would hit me in the ass if it was opened too hard.
I went there and stood.
I felt something touching my buttocks.... did not know what, as I continuing standing as still as I could.
I did adjust my feet once, which prompted an immediate "Keep still!" from Her.
Later, She showed my pictures She took.
She had written across my buttocks, in permanent marker, "I lied to Mistress about my smoking. Liar Liar".
I did not get copies of the pictures, but it does appear in video that we shot, later in the afternoon.

She said, "Time's up," and I turned around to run to the bathroom, to vomit in the toilet.  Something did not sit well.
She allowed me time to lay down, and try to relax, feel better, a bit.
I did so,  then got up to do some ...things.
In my room, I tried to fix the speakers to my stereo, to no avail.
I managed to hang two heavy metal bookshelves on a wall.
I started work on merging and rearranging drawers.  I had some drawers  over here with socks in it, and drawers over there, and I was working on getting 'em all in one chest.
She came in and said, "I want you over the spanking bench."
I said, "No."
She said, "What!?  You may say, 'I need a minute' or 'I need some time' but NOT 'NO'."
"Um, yes, okay, in two minutes."
Actually, I was ...annoyed...about something else, which will come up ...soon in this post.
I went into the living room, stripped naked,  focused the video camera, and got on the bench.
She came in,  and had me get upright, so the camera could see the writing on my buttocks.... then I got back down.
She started with Her leather belt.....
Then used two of the three wooden spoons that came in a set we recently bought at a supermarket...
Then She put on a rubber glove, and started with two fingers in my anus, then three fingers, then four, then had most of Her hand inside, until I grunted, I had enough, and She took Her hand out, and told me to get up, and thus ended the video.
I took the camera to my room, plugged it into a laptop, and uploaded it, and began the process of converting it to wmv,  and editing it to cut out the nothing-happening parts.
She came into my room, and lay on my bed for a 45 min nap while I was doing this.
Around 1545, She got up, to go into the shower, to get ready for a dinner meeting.
I hit the shower first, and was just finishing when She got in.
While She was in the shower, She said, "I Love you....." as She often does, many times a day.
(not a complaint or anything like that, just saying what is)...
And I asked, "So.... why don't you want to please me?"
She stuck Her head out of the shower...."What makes you say that, I always want to please you..."
"You still haven't, or won't, do the spanking video that I want to do...."
"Oh.... THAT one.   Remember, this is about what makes ME happy."

What??!!    Am I not in this relationship for my own happiness, too?  
This response did NOT make me happy.

Then She added, "You are under punishment.  You don't get what you want."
Okay, THAT, I understand

She got out of the shower, we dressed.
We had to stop a dog fight in progress before we could get going, but get going we did.
And arrived at the selected dinner place around 17:10.
Ell was already there.
Ell was the 'new guy' that had come to the Munch Thursday night, and She had agreed to meet with him again, to continue answering the multitude of  questions he might have.
The three of us ate...and he had a few questions, and She had a few questions for him....
and we left, and we were home around 20:00
She called a family meeting,.as Stitch has been carrying a bit of attitude lately, so he and I sat in the kitchen while She baked cookies and talked.
I guess a few things were straightened out...?
And I went back to my room, to continue..and finally finish....  trimming the video, putting the pieces together into one video,   and I posted it on Fl, and Stube, and S-o.
It was 00:30, and I went in and said 'good night' to Her, and went to bed, and She joined me, shortly thereafter.

HSLO  779
HsLS  55
HSLD  10
Day U   7.31.22
Punishment; Day 1



 

02.18 Diary

Off work 0630.
Had to get gas on the way.... still, home 0733.
Fed the animals,  started the dryer as requested....
Showered....
and in Her room,  0800 or so.   Naked but for black no-show socks,  I started by showing Her the current look of the bruises on my bottom, as She often requests,  then I got in bed next to Her.
We dozed a bit, we talked a bit....
Around 0900, I said, "I think it's about time...."
She gave me a wicked smile, "For ..what?"
"I do need to eat, and get to sleep, for my long shift tonight...."
"Um,  got time for  a spanking?"
"Oh... yeah...."
"Oh, good.   Get up, and get in the corner."
I did so, and stood.... while I heard Her thumping around in the kitchen area.
She returned, and said, "Pick  a number between one and ten."
"Um, seven."
"Okay, now FDAU."
I got on the bed, FDAU, with my feet hanging off the edge of the bed, while I heard Her leave the room, and return, in a few minutes.
I did not see it when She came in, as She has a tendency to try to surprise with me whatever She uses, but I saw, later, that She had fetched a back scratcher,  basically a bit of wood about a foot long,  an inch and a half wide, a quarter inch thick.
As I remember it:
  14 swats on each buttock (total of 28) (She was using the number I had chosen, and multiplied by 4).
  Then,  28 swats on my ... perineum, which, in later conversation, She told me is referred to in regular jargon as the 'taint'.   Which I researched when I got to work, and of course, She was correct.
Then She told me to get flat on my back... and She applied 28 swats to each thigh.
Then She told me to count out loud as She applied another 28 swats to each thigh.
Then She started swatting the soles of my feet, and I didn't count, as I 'assumed' the counting only applied to the strokes on my thighs.
"Why didn't you count?"
"I didn't know I was supposed to."
"So, you decided for yourself not to count?  You count til I tell you to stop."
"Yes, Merry."
"Legs up, and hold them."
Diaper position...
"This is for NOT counting...."
And I counted another 28 swats to the 'taint'.
Then She put down the stick, and straddled my chest for some 'aftercare'.

  It hurt like hell....  it's MEANT to, as She would point out...  but it did not hurt in such a way that I would say, 'oh please don't do that again'.  And the afterglow, or heat, was ...sensational.  Pictures at the end of this....

And up, and we had breakfast...and She started getting ready for work.
I was in bed, asleep, when or shortly after, She left.
I got up around 14:45 for a snack,  getting one piece of chocolate pie before it was all gone, and
went back to bed.
She was home...oh 15:30 I think,  and I was awake enough to talk to Her, and hear Her say that She was going to nap in Her own bed for a bit.
My alarm went off at 17:15, I was up at 17:25 and started getting ready for work.
She told me She was taking me to work.... that She had an ulterior motive, which I never did hear about....
The three of us were in Her car around 1815.... and I arrived at work 19.10

An easy night at work....so far  (02:45).
The morning dispatcher sent me a text, saying he would be late,  having back problems, took some Advil, reset his alarm for 0500.  
Doesn't matter THIS morning, I'm here until 09:30.

Hrs s Last Or  683
Hrs s Last Sx  82
Hrs s Last B   14
DAYS un.     7.31.18

My bottom, before She got started

Afterwards:  Thighs and taint:

close up of 'taint'

 

02.11 DIary

Due to a problem at the office that occurred 5 minutes before my quitting time, I stayed over to assist in helping with the repercussions....
Then I departed...
And got stuck in an accident related traffic snafu on the first freeway I got on.....
So I didn't arrive home until about 8:40, and Merry called me on my cell, just as I pulled in the driveway, checking on me.  
.... In perfect hindsight, it probably woulda been a good idea to call Her first, and let Her know I was delayed....
....Which I did consider but, for one, I did not want to wake Her up, assuming She was sleeping, and for two, I do not like (and it is against the law) to talk on my cell phone while driving, even if I wasn't actually moving very much or very fast.
    So...home,  and I fed the animals, took a shower, and went into Her room, wearing black ankle socks and a robe.
   She told me to take off the robe, and move in closer, to where She lay on the bed, to inspect my bottom.  It had been some 17 days since our last impact play, but She still noticed a couple soft spots.
   We talked a few minutes, then She said, "Go to the kitchen, see how much coffee is in the pot."
   I went and returned.  "About half full."
   "Good, now ...stand in the corner."
   I did so, and She came up behind me. "Do you know WHY you are standing in the corner?"
   I really had no idea..."Because you told me to."
 "Well, that much is true..."
 And then, and I don't remember how we go on the topic, but She had me singing verses to "Down on the corner", not that I could remember anything past, "Down on the corner, out in the street" so I just kept on making up rhymes as I went along, and every time I paused, She said, "Keep going."
F i n a l l y, She said, "Stop, turn around....   get on the bed, FDAU."
   I did so, with my ankles and feet just off the edge of the bed, thighs spread, and my face down on the bed, and She said, "Stay there, don't move, while I go start my coffee."
  I waited there, and She returned.
  Standing on my blind side, She said, "So, you were late getting home for understandable reasons. However, my alarm goes off at 08:20, and when you're not home, I worry, I really worry, so why didn't you call me?"
 "I ..don't know, I'm sorry, I should have."
 "Yes, you should have.  I worry so much, and it hurts me to worry.   So now, you must be punished for it."
 "I understand, it won't happen again...."
  She did not show me what She was about to use, but I had a hunch, it was the leather belt that She brought home from Walmart, the previous Saturday.
  She said, "You were forty minutes late, so...."
  She began with 40 vertical smacks, on alternating buttcheeks....
   And after a moment's break, continued with 40 horizontal swats.
  "Face up, on the bed, flat...  cover your winkie with your hands."
  Now that I could see, my hunch was confirmed, She was using a leather belt, doubled up.
  She continued with 20+ swats on the front of my upper thighs.
  When She stopped, I dropped my hands from my winkie, to flat on the bed.
  "Did I say you could move your hands?"
  "No...." I said, and hurriedly put them back, and She gave me one hard swat, landing across both thighs.
  "Now, legs up to your chest, and hold them in place."
   Standing to my right, She said, "Count these out loud."
   Many times through gritted teeth, I counted to forty, as the belt landed across the back of my thighs.
   After "Forty!", She through down the belt. "Done, you can relax."
I did so, and She climbed on top of me, straddling me, and we started talking about it.
  When She asked, I said the belt is stingy, and effective, but not so horrible that I just 'couldn't take it'.
 An equivalent beating with a heavy paddle would have been .... utterly OW,  and a paddle on my thighs would have been worsely so,  and the one time when She used a cane with me in diaper position really pushed my limit.... 
  But this, the belt, hurt.... but not so much that I was near the limit of my pain threshold.
  The we got up, and went to make our breakfast, etc.
  Then She went into the shower....  and three different times as I sat down to eat, She called me into the bathroom...while She was in the shower.... to tell me something, or hand Her something. 
   Well, two times for sure....  clock and toothbrush...I just think there was another time, too.
  She went to work, I finished eating and reading two days' worth of newspapers...  and piddled around, and pulled a full plastic bag of garbage out of the can, took it out back, and put it down by the garage door, went into the garage door, found two coffee tables that I thought might be suitable for a fulfillment of the fantasy that we talked about, the day before...
And went to bed, 11ish.

She arrived home....1700ish...came into my room, pulled down my briefs, and BIT my right buttock.
"Why did I bite you?"
I was mighty groggy. "Uh...no idea..."
"Look outside your window, by the garage door."
I did. The bag'o'trash that I left by the garage door had been torn open, and trash strewn about, along with some of it in the pool.   I had forgotten about how much our new-ish dog, Donna, liked to 'explore things'.
  She went out, and fished trash out of the pool.
I went back to sleep until 17:30.
 Then I got up....  and I went outside and rebagged the trash on the ground, and put it INSIDE the garage.
  While I was back in my room,  I could see outside, Stitch going out with a plastic bag,  and looking mystified as to why there was no garbage to pick up.
   I took a shower, fed small animals, dressed, made coffee...and departed.
   Traffic sucked, thus one big reason why I'm glad for these long shifts I work, but only three days....
   Again, I expected to see my manager at work, for a performance review, and again, all I found was an email, saying that he still had not heard from HIS manager, and needed to postpone the review to next week.
  Fine....so to work.....     it was ...1945, and I saw 4 open rides within the next 90 minutes, to get covered....always a stressy situation....
 I got through it.
 I always do.
The rest of the night.....  no problem.
 She and Stitch had gone to a dinner, and She sent me a text when She got home, and told me about a special surprise She brought home....
Otherwise, we did not chat at all.

HsLO  515
HsLS   39
HsLB   14.5
D UN   7-31-11

this is my LONG shift....   14.5 hours at the office.....  
but once I get off work, I don't come back for 100 hours....
But today, i have an appointment in the southern part of the town I live....so I'm far from getting to bed yet
And this is also why I get so behind on blogging, on a daily basis.
 


 

01.15 Diary

In the course of my slow work night,  Tues night to Wed morning,  I was in a chat room on Spo, and was PMed by a wannabe-male-slave.   He told me he has a few guys that he goes to for beatings and the like, but nothing permanent.... and one particular fetish he has, is for embarrassment, and started asking what my Mistress does to embarrass/that embarrasses me.
And I told him, in all honesty, nothing.
Or rather, it's not that She doesn't try at all, but rather, I have found nothing...up to now...that does embarrass me.
So, this guy asked all the usual questions in this regard:

 "Does She keep you naked at home?"   Hell, we'd both rather be naked at home.  We declared our house as clothing optional when we first moved in.  Now, if it would just warm up enough so that we can ditch our clothes on a regular basis....

"Does She keep you in chastity?"  Yes, sometimes, now and then,  whenever She chooses to, doesn't bother me.

"Does She tell anybody else about it when you're locked up?"   She has been known to post it on certain internet sites,  and at least once, had me display it to TOMOTH (the other man of the house, Her partner-in-crime, R).  Embarrassing for me?  No.

"Does She spank you while other people watch?"   gigglesnort Our first 'date' was a dungeon party,  where we had two separate sessions of Her beating my naked ass, while anybody who wanted to, watched.  Since then, we've attended numerous similar parties, doing the same thing.  Hell, one time, She worked Her gloved fist into my ass, while others were watching.  Embarrassing for me?  No.

"Does She spank you at home, while other watch?"   THIS has not 'come up' much, for lack of opportunity.  TOMOTH has witnessed a couple, or a few, and has certainly heard other ones when he wasn't actually watching.  But then, he has also watched Her beating me at dungeon parties.   One time, She invited our 20-something-year-old  female boarder-roommate to watch some of a caning She was giving me.  My face was pressed down against the mattress, so I have no idea how much she did watch.  And, She believes there was a time, some months ago, that Her sister watched some action in a garage in HB, but it's my belief that she did not see the action, but I remember dropping my pants to show her the afterglow on my buttocks.   At any rate, Embarrassing for me?  No.  On the contrary, this is a HUGE fantasy of mine,  to have guests at the house....and She spanks me as they watch.... or we go visiting somewhere, with similar results.

"Does She make you cross dress/wear women's clothing?"   MAKE ME?  gigglesnort  I LOVE this.  I have a huge wardrobe of girdles and stockings and bras and ..panties  and   more.   One time, She 'ordered' me to wear a tight black blouse and skirt that She provided to me, along with black panties and stay up stockings.... to a dungeon party.     Great fun! Embarrassing for me?  No.

"Does She let/have others spank you?"  This has not come up, for lack of opportunity....much.
There was one dungeon party where, after She had given me a hard beating, allowed another Mistress to chime in, using some unfamiliar implement on me that hurt like hell.  
And at another dungeon party, She allowed another Male, whom we are both friends with, strap, paddle, and cane my ass.  He broke two canes on me. 
But, since we moved into our house, we've had no occasions of visiting, or having visitors, for any such opportunity to arise.   At any rate,  Embarrassing for me?  No..

So...fun chat.  Certainly passed the time on a quiet morning at work.

Home.... around 07:00.
Chores done,  then a shower.....
I entered Her bedroom, wearing a robe and white socks.
She woke me up, and invited me into the bed.
I ditched the robe, and climbed in next to Her.
We cuddled, and talked, for a while.
Finally, She said, "Let's get to the beatings.  I have to get up and pee. Go get two implements, and come back."
As She set it, I felt ...something.  A  twinge?  If I was female, I might call it an orgasm.  It was some  kind of jerk or shiver through my body.   A mixed reaction of "oh nooooo" and "Oh BOY" .
.With the interesting result of, me getting an erection.
I showed it to Her, under the covers, as She was getting out of bed.  She looked, and raised an eyebrow or two, and went on to the bathroom.
I got up, put on my robe, heading to my room to choose implements, passed by the bathroom, and paused to show Her....  my fully engorged erection.
She looked at it and said,  "Never mind the implements, go back to bed."
I went, She came in,  got back under the covers (alllllll morning,  She was complaining about how 'cold it it', and was constantly asking to be covered up) and told me to .... just get on top of Her.
I did, and with Her hand guiding it, slid it into Her, effortlessly.
And proceeded with the old in-out in-out...   for some fifteen, twenty minutes, I'm guessing.
And glory be, I climaxed.
She told me to grab a towel, and get it under Her buttocks, which I did,  then I fulfilled my joyful duty of licking and sucking Her pussy, cleaning out my cum and Her joy juice.
Then She told me to get up next to Her, and cuddle awhile.
She told me that She did not O this time,  but it was not a big deal, there were plenty of ways I could get Her to cum, otherwise.
Then, She picked up Her phone, and sent a text to mine, which was in my robe pocket.
Of course, She could have just written this down, but She chose to do it this way.
Then She told me to choose a number, from one, two, or three.
I did a long version of eenie-meenie-miney-moe, and came up with 'two'. 
She said, "Look at the text."
The text read: 
" 1. Beating
   2. Orgasm for me
   3.  Both "
So.... this meant.... an orgasm for Her,  which I dutifully 'gave' Her, using my oral skills just below Her waist.
And, we cuddled.
And She said, "Well, what I really wanted was.... an orgasm for me, a beating for you, then a better orgasm for me..."
"But... the choice has been made..."
"I get to ...change my mind.  I am Contrary, after all."
"Um... two implements?"
"Yes, your choice."
I got up, went to my room, picked out the medium wooden church paddle, and another long skinny medium-weight paddle, and returned to Her room, and put them on the bed next to Her.

Why did I choose those paddles?  When given a choice, and when I'm really 'into it', I choose ones that I know I'm gonna feel, like cane or wafflemaker or heavy paddle.  But, at this point, I had not received a hard beating since the early hours of Jan 1st...., and a couple of very light weight bottom slappings since then,  and I just didn't know how much I thought I could take....  so I chose what I considered the light to medium implements.   If She had told me specifically what to get, there would have been no question in my mind.  Admittedly, from time to time, I have argued with Her on some issue or other, but I have never argued with Her when She has specified an implement.  But, when She makes it my choice of implement, I tend to give it this kind of consideration and thought.

I took off my robe, and She told me to stand, in and facing the corner,  and I did.
She asked how I felt about ...standing in the corner, and the exact word that came to mind was "indifferent"  which really works, but has a 'bad' connotation,  so I said something like, "Take it or leave it.'

Trying to sort out my feelings about corner time is difficult.  I think the reason She uses it is...I've expressed an interest in it, many times.    
But....
I think it's very ...  situational.    When we're engaging in just-because-discipline,  which is how I'd describe these sessions of discipline that happen just because She likes to give it to me, and I like to get it,  corner time doesn't seem to fit in. 
Besides, it was kinda cold in the room.  Not shivering brrrr cold, but cold enough.....
Corner time before reasoned-discipline (discipline given for a reason,  whether true or ... half -true, almost like punishment,  but punishment sessions are MUCH different, thus my distinction in what I choose to call the sessions) is fitting.   such as "I will not allow you to talk to me in that tone of voice.  You will stand in the corner until I say so, then I'm going to beat your bottom hard."
Corner time in front of guests would be...interesting.   "Take off your clothes, and stand in the corner there. When I'm done talking to our guest, you're getting such a beating...."
'Nuff said, for now.

"Get over here," She said.  I walked over, to the edge of the bed, as She stayed in bed, mostly under the covers.  She had me face Her, and do quarter-turns in a circle, while She inspected me.
She asked me, "Soft or hard?"
"Um...soft."
Once I reached an appropriate position, She applied one paddle, quite rapidly to my upper and mid buttcheeks.
Then She told me to fetch the box of baby wipes.
I did, and She wiped down my cheeks.  "Your cheeks turn white-ish during the beating, and the wipes bring out the red color..."
She continued paddling, and wiping, and paddling, and wiping.
She stopped, and took a couple pictures with Her phone.

Virtually identical, one with flash on, one without flash.
"Okay," She said.
Well......when She says, 'okay', it usually means, She's done....
"Okay, what?" I asked.
"Okay..... turn around ..."
I did, and She whacked my bottom a while more with the other paddle.
"Okay...now I'm done with you."
I grimaced, and looked at the reflection of my butt in the mirror. 
"What happened to 'soft'?"
"The first set WAS soft... but not the second."
"I see..... Now, what may I do for you?"
She smiled   "What CAN you do for me?"
"Mmmm.....  glove?"
"Yes, please."
So,  using a glove on my hand, and my tongue,   the pleasure was Hers.

Cuddling together, She said, "I won't be walking straight for awhile."
"And I won't be sitting easy, for awhile."

Then...we got up, in search of nourishment.
We returned to Her room, and She sat at Her computer, doing all those things She does there,  and I ate, while watching the first ep of the new season of Shameless.
Afterwards, I leaned back, flat on Her bed...and fell asleep.
She went to work, around 12, and I did not hear Her leave.
I woke up around 3, and went to my bedroom, and back to sleep.
I woke up around 5; just for a snack.  She saw me, said 'hello', and I told Her, I just was snacking, and going back to sleep....which I did, until  19:30.
And up...and short shower, and dressed..... and goodbye to Her and R....
And off to work, arriving shortly after 2100...which is my schedule on Wednesday nights, only.

On Wednesday nights, all night long, I have a co-worker....  who I allow to do all the 'work' such as there is to do, but I make any hard decisions, if there are any to make.

Hr s L O   15
HR s L S  15
Hr S L D   14
Days UN  15   this month

1.07 * Fantasy tales of My Strict Wife

She likes having two sub-males at one time.
Whenever we can get another friend over, She beats the both of us, and puts us in a corner.

12.22 * real tales of My Strict Wife

After a thrashing, She often sends me to the corner, and makes sure I don't rub.

12.21 * Real tales of My Strict Wife

She has put me in the corner a few times after a hard beating.

12.19 * fantasy tales of My Strict Wife

I knew when I married Her, that She believed in DD and spanking.
Little did I know, how often....
Or how many times, I would be standing, facing the corner, with a sore red bottom.

12.17 fantasy tales of My Strict Wife

She loves my long blonde hair, and my very spankable bottom.
She often has me dress in school girl socks, and nothing else,  then beats my bottom with paddle and cane, and have me stand in a corner.

12.15 * real tales of My Strict Wife

I'm not sure what I could do to be 'very naughty'.... so She would have to insert something else, but this is another potential role play.

12.10 * Real stories of my Strict Wife

Quite often, in the morning, She tells me to "choose three implements" and bring them with me, while naked, into the bedroom.

12.10 * Daily Discipline #2

Because we have more time on my weekends, daily discipline can involve a long drawn out and painful caning.... followed by cornertime with my red, sore bottom on display.