05.11 Diary

Awake 0930...
We started with me, giving Her oral,  then intercourse, and a break, then me, using a vibrator, and oral, and intercourse, and more oral for Her....
And during another break, I called Mom for Mother's Day.
Then we got up and headed into the living room, and She said, "Get the spanking bench out."
I did...and took off the briefs that I had just put on, and got on it.
She went into the bedroom for implements, and returned.
And told me to count as She applied:
 25 of the medium church paddle to each of my buttocks;
10 of the foot long black Delrin cane across my buttocks from left to right.
Then 10 of the same, from right to left.
Then 25 of the same, on my left cheek,then my right.
Then 10 of the same, from left to right, on my sit spot and upper thighs...
Then 10 of the same, from right to left.
Then She had me stand up straight, cover my package with my hand, and landed 10 strokes of it, first on my front and inner thigh, then my left one.
Then She told me to go stand in the corner in the entry way.
I did, with feet close enough together for the ankle bones to touch, my nose in the corner as far as my forehead would allow.
And She told me to start singing... anything.
I sang "I release and I let go" and number of times, then She told me to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat", which I did, several times.
Then She said, "Come to the table, breakfast is ready,"
And I joined Her at the table.
We ate, while reading the Sunday paper....
And She said, She wanted to go into Her room, and watch mindless t.v., just kinda vegetate.
Which She did, while I went about minor chores:   scooping the litter box in my room, emptying the porta-potty,  fixing the ramp, collecting newspapers for pick up day,  taking Her stuff from my room to Hers...
When I went in to Her room, She had shifted to little-s, and was watching "Mrs Doubtfire" on t.v.
In my room, I lay down for a few minutes.
Stitch came in around 1320, to remind me of the time.
I got up, and took a shower...and dressed, and packed,  said good bye to her and Stitch, and went to my car, departing around 1350, and at work  1435.
 Much more volume at work than I expected for both Sunday and Monday, but nothing stress-inducing.
I did not hear one word or text or message from Her,  the whole night....

HsLS  13
HsLO  808
HsLD  12
H UN  35
Her DO?  Many

from  A Dozen Rules for a Chastised Husband
I comply to all requests She makes, not matter how humiliating I may find them to be. 

from Seven Benefits a Man gets from Enforced Chastity
Without my own sexual desires to consider, I focus on Hers.

from Wearing a Chastity Device means
Waiting for an empty cubicle or stall,  rather than a urinal, in order to pee.

12.18 Diary

What  seemed like a quiet night went straight into the septic tank, around 0530, when a chauffeur got lost in the hills, with no functioning GPS, radio, or cell phone.
I had an angry client on the phone for twenty minutes, ripping me up one side and down the other.
Finally the chauffeur arrived at his house, and I'm sure he got a share of the client's wrath.
I've had this happen before, and I've never been able to shake it off.  Usually I need to go home, and sleep it off, before I'm over it.
And ...heading home on a major thoroughfare to get to the freeway,  I was passed by what I thought was every police car in the city, with blaring sirens and flashing lights....and they closed the intersection I needed to go through to get to the freeway, so I had to take a major detour.
I was in a crappy mood when I got home.
Usually, She asks me how my shift went, before beginning anything else.....  and I was going to tell Her,  that while I  was 'looking forward' to ... whatever She had in mind for the morning,  I was just...in no mood.
So.... I took care of chores. undressed and got in the shower....and while there, She came in to use the toilet, then got in the shower with me.
And we talked....and we dried.... and naked, went into Her bedroom.
She told me to lay down, face down on the bed, picked up the cane I brought, and started talking:
" When a woman is asked to send somebody a picture, she sorts through hundreds of pictures, trying to find the best one.   Last night in chat, you showed everybody the worst possible pictures of my bottom.  I am very annoyed by this, and that's why you are getting this."
She applied a few strokes across my buttocks, and said, "Do you understand?"
I mumbled, "Yeah, whatever..."
"What was that?" She demanded, adding another couple strokes.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Okay,what's...wrong?"
"You didn't ask about how my work night went...."
She stopped.  "Okay, tell me about your work night."
"Total crap..... got chewed out by a client for twenty minutes...I'm still upset and annoyed..."
"Oh." She put down the cane, told me to get under the covers, and She did too, and we talked about it, and I really started feeling better.
...to the point that I was feeling some tingling in my bottom, and mildly aroused by it, and I said, "You know, I could use...some stress relief,  if you want to continue."
She said, "Okay," and She got up, and I got out from under the covers, and She continued, with the lecture and the cane strokes.

Not a picture of Her or me, but very similar to the session

 At some point, our young female boarder had come out of her room, and was up and moving about, and She invited her in to watch.
A few more strokes were added, the she quit watching, then more strokes after that.
  (How did I feel about having her watch?  Very  ehhhhh.     I didn't have to undress in front of her.  I didn't even see her.  I've been naked and beaten so many times in dungeon parties that having anybody watch just does not bother me.)
Then She added a number of hard smacks with the hair brush/paddle.
Then She said, "FDAU.",  then "You've got shit in your ass!"  and She went about cleaning it up....
And added a few more cane strokes, then said, "I'm done."
We got under the covers together, and started talking.
We got on the subject of secrets, and things She tells me without telling me everything.... and so She said, "Ask me anything..."
I asked about Her 'date' for Friday, and She told me what little She knew about it so far.
I asked Her why She was so...upset, when we were chatting,  Tuesday night, and She said, She was depressed about the coming anniversary, and She told me She didn't want to bother me with it, and I told Her, "It doesn't bother me at all.  People mourn at different rates, in their own time. I'm here for you."
And more about contract(s).... I thought we decided we don't really need one, but She agreed, some kind of written rules might be useful, but She didn't really want to think about them right now, and I told Her to put them as far back on the burner as She wanted, we'll talk about them when She is ready.
And then, I asked slowly, "May I lick your pussy?"
She smiled and replied, "If you fuck me really hard, afterwards."
"Okay, fine," I said.
So.... I licked Her pussy, and in a few minutes, She pulled me up to Her, and we began performing an intimate act of a sexual nature, and just kept going ...and going...  much to my surprise about how long my erection was holding.
She asked if She could turn over, so I could continue from behind...and I did.
Then She suggested a slightly different intimate act of a sexual nature, and I agreed.
It didn't work out too well, due to shapes and positioning, but it was fun trying.
We stopped, talked for a bit, about what went 'wrong' with that first attempt....
Then got up,and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
I sat in Her room, talking, while we both ate....
Then I went to my bedroom, to sleep.

I woke up to my alarm at 1645, with Her sleeping next to me.
I snoozed a little, then we both woke up, and talked for a bit...
And She asked, "Want some more...?"
I looked at the clock, 17;22, and said, reluctantly, "I wish...but I need to start getting ready..."
And we kept talking...until 17:40, and then I really had to start moving.
I showered, dressed,  said goodbye, and was out the door, in car  1825 or so.
and arrived at work.....

and punched in, 5 minutes late.
(Uh oh...)
The night has had a share of drama....
One call at 0300 EDT for an 0430 pickup in Philadelphia....always a tough market to get an early pickup in....
Another call at 0345 EDT for an 0500 pickup in DC.... got that one covered with one call...
Another call at 0600 CDT for an 0800 pickup in Des Moines....
   jeez....

In chat, She told me to bring two items.... one 'holy' paddle, and another of my choice.
Oh boy....

Hr s Last O  103 1/2
Hr s Last Sx   14
Hr s Last Sp  13
Hr UN   494




 

 

12.17 Diary ....

Home...7 ish.  Chores..... Shower,  and naked, in Her room,  just before 8.
I woke Her up, She invited me into the bed, which I gladly accepted.
We kinda dozed for awhile,  then around 8:45, She woke up...and started talking.

Most of the conversation, I wrote about in a previous post....

She got up, and saw the two paddles and the cane I brought in, with me.
She had me lay prone, flat, face down,  and landed a number of strokes of the cane across my bottom, followed by a smaller number of paddle swats.
Then She said, "There'll be more, later.  For now, gotta get ready."
She had an appointment to get to.
I got up, and started making my breakfast, then went into my room, to eat and read Saturday's paper.
Asleep....  1100ish.

She woke me up around 3:45, just to tell me that the bank had rejected us.
I went back to sleep until my alarm went off at 1645, and I finally got up around 1700.
I went into Her room, and She was in bed, asleep.
I said, hello, we talked a minute, She went back to sleep.
I took a shower...dressed....got ready for work.... went into Her room to say good bye, and left for work,
a tiny bit miffed about not getting the 'more, later'.
She said, "You didn't come and get me."
Well, I didn't think that was part of the protocol.
No matter, no problem, I was over it then, I'm over it now, I went to work.

Quite night at work, as I expect it will mostly be until early January.
She came into a chat room around 23:00, and we chatted, with others, for a few hours, until She signed off, going to sleep, around 0330.

She told me to come into Her room with the cane and my choice of paddle, and this time, She has a 'reason'. 
I can hardly wait to hear it.

H S L O  79 1/2
Hr S L Sx  63
Hr S L Dd  14 1/2
HR UN 470.