Showing posts with label belting. Show all posts
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Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Monday, March 3, 2014
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
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
Sunday, February 23, 2014
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
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
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
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.
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.
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