Showing posts with label my punishment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my punishment. Show all posts
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Saturday, June 21, 2014
June 21 Journal
The day was ....different. Certainly not ho-hum dee dee dum boring.
In the morning... sex. Been a while since we started the morning with that.
After coffee and orange rolls, I fixed the washing machine. Yayyy.
Then we showered, and dressed, and had our first interview with a male submissive who answered the internet ad She posted.
A total bust, which we knew within the first ten minutes....but we sat with him and had coffee and pie, for an hour and ten minutes.
Then, back home, to say hello to Her second-oldest son, who was using our driveway to work on his car.
Then, to my work place, 27 miles in lousy traffic, to get my paycheck, then 28 miles back to where we were going to cash and deposit it.
The bank had a new rule: they would not cash-and-deposit-as-cash a non 'Bank' check. This was making Her a bit annoyed, as I had to cash my check, then go to the ready teller ten feet away to deposit the cash back into our account.
Then we got a cart, and went into the market for shopping.
We were just inside the baked goods area; She looked at some sale item, and came up to me, real close to me, and said, "Seven for six dollars."
Something happened to me, I felt ...panic, like She was too close, and I said, loudly, She said, later, "You're in my space, back off..."
Well....
She stepped back, and said, "That's enough, I am leaving."
And She walked out of the store.
I watched Her go, for a second, then followed.
I decided, if She was standing at the car, that I was going to just toss Her the keys, and start walking home.
But, She had only gone as far as one of the pillars outside, and was leaning with her back against it.
"You embarrassed me in the store. People were looking at us."
"I did not see them. You were so close to me.."
"I was a foot away from you. And they were looking. What's the matter with you?"
"I felt... panicky."
"Let's go finish shopping.
Inside, She said, "I will do something about this when we get home, whether my son is still there or not.
We finished shopping, checked out, went to the car, and loaded up.
Heading home, She said, "We get home, get the car unloaded, groceries put away, then I want you to undress, and stand in the corner. Understand?"
I understand, but I did not reply.
After a few minutes, I did ask, "May I urinate beforehand?"
"By all means, but... in the toilet, please."
We arrived. Stitch assisted, and I still managed to get the groceries inside without incident, and I put them away. She was sitting in front of Her computer in the living room. I grabbed my bag and keys off the table, went into my room, and from my room, out the sliding glass door that led to the back yard, then through the garage door, down the driveway where her son and Stitch were still working, twisted my ankle as I walked, got in my car an drove off.
I parked somewhere shady and quiet.
She called, after fifteen minutes.
"What, you're running away from home?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I don't wanna be at home."
"Come home, NOW."
"I'll get back to you on that."
Why did I run away? Why was I there?
I was angry, and confused.
I was angry that She decided to assert Herself NOW, at a time when our relationship is ... undefined.
Our D/s or M/s or FLR-DD dynamics have been 'on hold'. I'm not wearing a collar. We've had a little s&m playtime (damn little) but as for real time full time dynamics Uh Uhh.
So, I was angry that She decided to assert Herself... right now... while we have as yet to re-define what we're about as a couple.
I realized that somewhere, on some level, this is what I've wanted, what I've asked for:
Real punishment from a strict wife.
I started the car, and returned home.
I walked in the door. She said nothing, as did I.
I went to my bedroom, and undressed.
Wearing only socks, I went to the corner, by the front door, and ... stood, with my face in the corner.
Damn uncomfortable...my right ankle was hurting.
After a few minutes, She told me to sing.... "Twinkle twinkle little bat... "
I did, over and over, a number of times.
She told me to stop, as She came up behind me and starting asking me, and telling me, about what happened.
I embarrassed Her, without realizing it. I was disrespectful. Whether or not I think we're currently IN this kind of dynamic, this IS what I want, right?
She walked away, telling me to continue...or be quiet, for a bit.
The She told me to cite prime numbers.
I got up to about 253, when She said stop.
After a few minutes, She told me to sing..something.
"I release and I let go...."
I sang, many many repeats of it.
She asked if I wanted some water.
"Yes,please."
She came up behind me, and told me to turn around, and handed me a glass of ice water.
It had been one hour, with me in the corner.
Sweating...it's kinda hot in our hot... standing on a sore ankle....
She told me to go take a shower.
I did.
She told me go, lay down on Her bed.
I did, on my back, until She came in.
I asked Her to check my ankle.... yep, swollen.
She told me She had yet to decide if She was going to be done, NOW, or continue, and be done NOW, or wait ..til later.
She made it clear, if I ever treated Her this way again, I would get this treatment..and worse.. again.
She told me to get FDAU, and produced a metal flapper... a metal stick with a leather flapper on the end.
She told me to count.
Eighty five smacks across my buttocks, and on the sit spot, and one on my scrotum, much to my vocal displeasure.
She continued with another 85, concentrated on my left cheek and sit spot, and one hit squarely on my scrotum, enough to make me squat down, and groan.
Then She told me to roll over, and get my legs up, and She applied another 25 on my sit spot.
Then She told me to relax, and brought out wipes, and wiped my scrotum and buttocks.
Look, Ma, no blood ... this time.
She told me to expect consistency from Her.
If I do this sort of thing again, I will receive this sort of thing again.
I asked Her to move, as I jumped off the bed, to go ...try to... throw up.
The shots to my nuts had gotten me a bit nauseated.
Dry heaves only, oh well. But I still got my loose hair in the toilet, and She decided I needed to wash my hair again.
So I knelt over the edge of the tub, while She rinsed and washed my hair.
Then I knelt upright, while She combed it out.
Then I went to my bedroom, and got the minimum of clothes on.
No pictures. She did not offer; I did not ask. I did not even choose to look in the mirror at results.
She started dinner, and after an hour or so, we ate.
Just another day at our house with the white and green picket fence around it, on the corner of Walk and Dont Walk.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
6.21 Diary
Up 0930 ish.
Morning sex.
Up for coffee, newspaper, pills.
Went out back, went to work on the washing machine problem, and fixed it.
Inside...shower and dressed....
Off with Her for a 1400 interview with a domestic sub prospect at Co's.
We both knew in the first ten minutes, 'no', but we were there until 1515.
Then returned home, where Her second oldest son was using our driveway to work on his car, so we stopped by to say hello.....
Then made the 27 mile trip to my workplace to get my paycheck...
And 29 miles back to the bank/supermarket.
The bank had some idiotic new rule about cashing and depositing a non 'bank' check, so I had to cash my check, then go to the ATM, five feet away, to deposit the cash back into our account. We were both manipulating it at the same time, and we were not working well together.
We went on inside the market, just browsing.... She looked at the price on some special, came up to me, right in my face, or that's the way I felt, and said in a loud voice, "Seven for six dollars." And I said, "You're getting in my space, back off."
Well.
She turned around and walked out of the market.
After a second, I followed, found Her standing outside.
She said I embarrassed Her, that people were staring at us.....
We went back in, and continued shopping.
During which She said, "You will be punished when we get home. whether my son is still there or not."
We finished up, checked out, went to the car, loaded up, stopped at the PO mailbox across the street, and on the way home, She said I was to unload the car, put the groceries away, then undress, completely, and stand in the corner. So, we went home.... I unloaded the car.
Stitch came out and helped, yet I still managed to get it all in without incident, and put the groceries away.
She was sitting at Her computer in the living room.
I grabbed my carry bag and keys from the dining room table...walked into my room, and out the sliding glass door that led to the back yard, on out the garage door, down the driveway (where I twisted my ankle, a frequent occurrence for me) and into my car, and I drove away, and found some place to sit and think for awhile.
Not unexpectedly, She called me... and I said something like, I'll come home if and when I'm ready.
So..what was my problem?
Anger. I could feel it rising in me, like lava rises in a volcano, until it just erupts.
Why?
Because we have been so far away from a M/s or D/s or FLR-DD dynamic for the past few weeks... a month? that it just pissed me off that She was invoking it, or TRYING to invoke it, right now.
Especially over something that I could not control. When She came up that close to me in the supermarket, I felt invaded, almost felt a claustrophobic panic attack coming on.
Still, this is the stuff of (some of) my fantasies. Real discipline coming from a Dominant wife... not just make-believe or roleplay...
But I was still pissed off by the timing.
It's one thing to have the agreement, the understanding, in place.
But without the agreement, this was totally WTF?!
I started the car and went home.... gone about 30 minutes.
She did not say a word when I came in, nor did I.
I went to my bedroom, and stripped down, to black socks, came out, glanced at the clock (19:25) and stood in the usual corner.
After a few minutes, She told me to sing "Twinkle twinkle little bat...'
Which I did, any number of verses.
She told me to stop.
Then She said, "Say the prime numbers."
I started citing prime numbers, and got up to 253, when She said, "Stop."
She came up behind me, and started talking.
I embarrassed Her in public, and I could expect this and more, anytime I do that.
She walked away.
She told me to sing...something.
I sang, "I release and I let go..' a number of times.
She told me to stop.
She asked if I wanted some water. Yes,
She brought it , and told me to turn around. I did.
Clock 8:25.
I was sweaty, from the hot corner.
She told me to go take a shower, and I did, and after I dried, She said, to go lay on ..the half of her bed that did not have debris all over it...and I did.
She came in, and started 'lecturing' a bit more.
And said, She hadn't decided whether to finish the punishment now...or wait....
Then She told me, "FDAU."
I got FDAU, and She pulled out a flapper, I guess.... a metal cane-like stick, with a leather flapper piece on the end.
And She started smacking my buttocks and thighs with it... 85 times across, then 85 concentrated on my left thigh and sit spot.... with two smacks on my scrotum that made me wince and move a bit.
Then She told me to get on my back... legs up...and applied another 25 or so, between my thighs, aiming for my taint.
She stopped, told me to put my legs down.
I asked her to move over, and jumped up to go to the toilet, and tried to throw up, but gave up dry heaves only.... and my long untied hair fell into the toilet.
So She had me... kneel over the edge of the tub and washed my hair (third time today).
And I got up, and dressed in some underwear.... started my journals while She started dinner....
Dinner was served... and I finished journaling, and was in bed 00:15.
HsLS 14
HsLO 960
HsLD 3
H UN 1019
Her DO Yes
from One Scenario for Mandatory Male Orgasm Denial
SHe will play, tease and arouse you. THis is to ensure that you experience maximum erotic desperation.
from One Possible Set of Enforced Male Chastity Regulations
He will wear the CD when ordered as doing so symbolizes her dominance and control.
from How to Control Your Husband
Morning sex.
Up for coffee, newspaper, pills.
Went out back, went to work on the washing machine problem, and fixed it.
Inside...shower and dressed....
Off with Her for a 1400 interview with a domestic sub prospect at Co's.
We both knew in the first ten minutes, 'no', but we were there until 1515.
Then returned home, where Her second oldest son was using our driveway to work on his car, so we stopped by to say hello.....
Then made the 27 mile trip to my workplace to get my paycheck...
And 29 miles back to the bank/supermarket.
The bank had some idiotic new rule about cashing and depositing a non 'bank' check, so I had to cash my check, then go to the ATM, five feet away, to deposit the cash back into our account. We were both manipulating it at the same time, and we were not working well together.
We went on inside the market, just browsing.... She looked at the price on some special, came up to me, right in my face, or that's the way I felt, and said in a loud voice, "Seven for six dollars." And I said, "You're getting in my space, back off."
Well.
She turned around and walked out of the market.
After a second, I followed, found Her standing outside.
She said I embarrassed Her, that people were staring at us.....
We went back in, and continued shopping.
During which She said, "You will be punished when we get home. whether my son is still there or not."
We finished up, checked out, went to the car, loaded up, stopped at the PO mailbox across the street, and on the way home, She said I was to unload the car, put the groceries away, then undress, completely, and stand in the corner. So, we went home.... I unloaded the car.
Stitch came out and helped, yet I still managed to get it all in without incident, and put the groceries away.
She was sitting at Her computer in the living room.
I grabbed my carry bag and keys from the dining room table...walked into my room, and out the sliding glass door that led to the back yard, on out the garage door, down the driveway (where I twisted my ankle, a frequent occurrence for me) and into my car, and I drove away, and found some place to sit and think for awhile.
Not unexpectedly, She called me... and I said something like, I'll come home if and when I'm ready.
So..what was my problem?
Anger. I could feel it rising in me, like lava rises in a volcano, until it just erupts.
Why?
Because we have been so far away from a M/s or D/s or FLR-DD dynamic for the past few weeks... a month? that it just pissed me off that She was invoking it, or TRYING to invoke it, right now.
Especially over something that I could not control. When She came up that close to me in the supermarket, I felt invaded, almost felt a claustrophobic panic attack coming on.
Still, this is the stuff of (some of) my fantasies. Real discipline coming from a Dominant wife... not just make-believe or roleplay...
But I was still pissed off by the timing.
It's one thing to have the agreement, the understanding, in place.
But without the agreement, this was totally WTF?!
I started the car and went home.... gone about 30 minutes.
She did not say a word when I came in, nor did I.
I went to my bedroom, and stripped down, to black socks, came out, glanced at the clock (19:25) and stood in the usual corner.
After a few minutes, She told me to sing "Twinkle twinkle little bat...'
Which I did, any number of verses.
She told me to stop.
Then She said, "Say the prime numbers."
I started citing prime numbers, and got up to 253, when She said, "Stop."
She came up behind me, and started talking.
I embarrassed Her in public, and I could expect this and more, anytime I do that.
She walked away.
She told me to sing...something.
I sang, "I release and I let go..' a number of times.
She told me to stop.
She asked if I wanted some water. Yes,
She brought it , and told me to turn around. I did.
Clock 8:25.
I was sweaty, from the hot corner.
She told me to go take a shower, and I did, and after I dried, She said, to go lay on ..the half of her bed that did not have debris all over it...and I did.
She came in, and started 'lecturing' a bit more.
And said, She hadn't decided whether to finish the punishment now...or wait....
Then She told me, "FDAU."
I got FDAU, and She pulled out a flapper, I guess.... a metal cane-like stick, with a leather flapper piece on the end.
And She started smacking my buttocks and thighs with it... 85 times across, then 85 concentrated on my left thigh and sit spot.... with two smacks on my scrotum that made me wince and move a bit.
Then She told me to get on my back... legs up...and applied another 25 or so, between my thighs, aiming for my taint.
She stopped, told me to put my legs down.
I asked her to move over, and jumped up to go to the toilet, and tried to throw up, but gave up dry heaves only.... and my long untied hair fell into the toilet.
So She had me... kneel over the edge of the tub and washed my hair (third time today).
And I got up, and dressed in some underwear.... started my journals while She started dinner....
Dinner was served... and I finished journaling, and was in bed 00:15.
HsLS 14
HsLO 960
HsLD 3
H UN 1019
Her DO Yes
from One Scenario for Mandatory Male Orgasm Denial
SHe will play, tease and arouse you. THis is to ensure that you experience maximum erotic desperation.
from One Possible Set of Enforced Male Chastity Regulations
He will wear the CD when ordered as doing so symbolizes her dominance and control.
from How to Control Your Husband
5.
Make him do something humiliating (see list below).
1.
Make him wear a butt-plug for a time.
2.
Make him be naked when you are not.
3.
Make him masturbate for you.
4. Always,
ALWAYS make him eat his own cum no matter where it is depositedSaturday, April 26, 2014
04.23 Diary
At work, I had time to think about... what a JERK I was, yesterday, and how disrespectful I treated Her, and talked to Her.
On the way home, I thought about it, decided I would admit to it, confess to it, apologize for it, and recommend various possible punishments.
So off work, and in my car 10:00 heading home.
I came up with five assorted punishments, all involving impact play.
As a dedicated Spanko-on-the-receiving-end, it might be 'odd' for me to be thinking of using impact play for punishment, seeing as how I enjoy it so much, but the scenarios I was coming up with, I did not think I would really 'enjoy', at least while in progress.... I might even be left in tears, and most probably have long lasting bruises on my bottom.
She was up and sitting and reading, when I arrived home.
I said a cordial, "Hello" and went about feeding my cats, then entered the living room to talk to Her.
She quickly suggested I pull out the spanking bench <from the corner of the dining room, where we store it when not in use.
I hesitated, as whatever She had in mind would almost certainly be more 'fun' that what I was going to suggest.
But then I said, 'I need to ...talk.'
"Okay."
I admitted to being disrespectful, smart-mouthed, self willed, etc, the day prior. I said, I should be punished for it, and I have some ideas in that regard.
"Let's hear them."
And I told Her. And I won't repeat them here.
Because, She all but blew them off.
which has been an ongoing facet of our relationship. I may be exaggerating, but it seems like, any suggestion I have in regard to our S&M play is met with minimal interest on Her part, and rarely if ever acted upon.
She said, "Um. Let's do this, instead."
She went to my room, and came back with an object, a plastic circular ring that had small bells set on the inside and outside of the ring.
"Get undressed."
I did.
She started to fit the ring around my package, then said, "Have you had a shower, yet?
"No."
"Go, take one."
I did, and dried off, and returned to Her.
She pulled my scrotum through the circle, followed by my penis.
"Now, I want you to prance when you walk, so that I can hear the bells tingling wherever you go. You will wear this all the time when you here at home, or with me, away from home, until I leave on Friday.
Go, stand in the corner."
I went, and stood in the corner in the foyer, such that the front door could hit me in the back when it is opened. I stood with my feet close together, hands and arms straight at my sides, my nose pressed into the corner.
I began reciting to myself such things as 'God is, I am, right here, right now.." and "I release and I let go, let the spirit run my life...'
Until She called out from behind me, "Recite the ABCs."
I did so, in a monotone, "A B C D E..."
I tried going all the way through in one breath, then I tried going through twice on one breath.... must have gone through it a dozen times, when She said, "Now, recite Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat"
"Eh?"
"Twinkle twinkle little bat, how I wonder what you're at, up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky..."
Which I did, a dozen times or so.
Then, She came up close behind me, and started asked me questions from "The Dominant Wive's Handbook".
Then She said, "Okay, turn around. You're done there, get something to eat. Oh, I want the living room floor swept and mopped."
I ate...and sat down in my reclining chair, and took a nap, from, oh, 1515 to 1600.
She woke me up, and told me to follow Her, into the backyard.
I did, and She told me to have a seat in the patio chair.
She put a towel around my neck, and showed me the hair dye that She was about to put in my hair.
"My idea of punishment, is trying to embarrass you. I doubt if it will work...nothing seems to embarrass you, but if you have to go to work, with this red color in your hair, well, we will see."
And She rubbed it in.
Then we went to the bathroom, where I put a stool in the tub to sit on, and She began washing the dye out.
I finished up, and got out and dried off....
And went and gathered broom and swifter....and went about sweeping and mopping the living room floor.
Finished, I asked for Her approval.
She grabbed a paper towel, moistened it, then knelt to the floor, and wiped the towel across it.
The towel picked up some dirt, yet She said, "Okay, much better than it was."
Stitch had been home a little while, and our other boarder had come home.
We dressed and went out to eat.
I misunderstood, thought we were going to HomeBuffet, but was told, no, we're going to SoupPlants.
Fortunately, they are next door to each other.
We ate well, and went home.
I went to my room and watched Fargo and Nurse Jackie while working on my how-to BDSM related notebooks.
She came in to join me.
And told me, no, I did not to wear the jingling cock ring while we slept.
We went lights out around midnight, but I didn't get to sleep until 0100 or so.
Thinking about .... the whole scene, this day...
I felt a burst of passive-aggressive anger within me.
The cock ring ...did not bother me.
The hair dye did not bother me. (Does not bother me)
The corner time ...bothered me....because of the position that She demands. With my feet so close together, it HURTS in my ankles and the tendons from my heels up through the back of my legs.
I don't think this position is meant to hurt.
So, I think it was making me feel ... angry... and I still don't know what to do about it.
HsLS 83
HsLO 374
HsLB 51 1/2
DUN 120
Days U.P. 1/2
Her D.O? No
Did I offer? No
On the way home, I thought about it, decided I would admit to it, confess to it, apologize for it, and recommend various possible punishments.
So off work, and in my car 10:00 heading home.
I came up with five assorted punishments, all involving impact play.
As a dedicated Spanko-on-the-receiving-end, it might be 'odd' for me to be thinking of using impact play for punishment, seeing as how I enjoy it so much, but the scenarios I was coming up with, I did not think I would really 'enjoy', at least while in progress.... I might even be left in tears, and most probably have long lasting bruises on my bottom.
She was up and sitting and reading, when I arrived home.
I said a cordial, "Hello" and went about feeding my cats, then entered the living room to talk to Her.
She quickly suggested I pull out the spanking bench <from the corner of the dining room, where we store it when not in use.
I hesitated, as whatever She had in mind would almost certainly be more 'fun' that what I was going to suggest.
But then I said, 'I need to ...talk.'
"Okay."
I admitted to being disrespectful, smart-mouthed, self willed, etc, the day prior. I said, I should be punished for it, and I have some ideas in that regard.
"Let's hear them."
And I told Her. And I won't repeat them here.
Because, She all but blew them off.
which has been an ongoing facet of our relationship. I may be exaggerating, but it seems like, any suggestion I have in regard to our S&M play is met with minimal interest on Her part, and rarely if ever acted upon.
She said, "Um. Let's do this, instead."
She went to my room, and came back with an object, a plastic circular ring that had small bells set on the inside and outside of the ring.
"Get undressed."
I did.
She started to fit the ring around my package, then said, "Have you had a shower, yet?
"No."
"Go, take one."
I did, and dried off, and returned to Her.
She pulled my scrotum through the circle, followed by my penis.
"Now, I want you to prance when you walk, so that I can hear the bells tingling wherever you go. You will wear this all the time when you here at home, or with me, away from home, until I leave on Friday.
Go, stand in the corner."
I went, and stood in the corner in the foyer, such that the front door could hit me in the back when it is opened. I stood with my feet close together, hands and arms straight at my sides, my nose pressed into the corner.
I began reciting to myself such things as 'God is, I am, right here, right now.." and "I release and I let go, let the spirit run my life...'
Until She called out from behind me, "Recite the ABCs."
I did so, in a monotone, "A B C D E..."
I tried going all the way through in one breath, then I tried going through twice on one breath.... must have gone through it a dozen times, when She said, "Now, recite Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat"
"Eh?"
"Twinkle twinkle little bat, how I wonder what you're at, up above the world you fly, like a tea tray in the sky..."
Which I did, a dozen times or so.
Then, She came up close behind me, and started asked me questions from "The Dominant Wive's Handbook".
Then She said, "Okay, turn around. You're done there, get something to eat. Oh, I want the living room floor swept and mopped."
I ate...and sat down in my reclining chair, and took a nap, from, oh, 1515 to 1600.
She woke me up, and told me to follow Her, into the backyard.
I did, and She told me to have a seat in the patio chair.
She put a towel around my neck, and showed me the hair dye that She was about to put in my hair.
"My idea of punishment, is trying to embarrass you. I doubt if it will work...nothing seems to embarrass you, but if you have to go to work, with this red color in your hair, well, we will see."
And She rubbed it in.
Then we went to the bathroom, where I put a stool in the tub to sit on, and She began washing the dye out.
I finished up, and got out and dried off....
And went and gathered broom and swifter....and went about sweeping and mopping the living room floor.
Finished, I asked for Her approval.
She grabbed a paper towel, moistened it, then knelt to the floor, and wiped the towel across it.
The towel picked up some dirt, yet She said, "Okay, much better than it was."
Stitch had been home a little while, and our other boarder had come home.
We dressed and went out to eat.
I misunderstood, thought we were going to HomeBuffet, but was told, no, we're going to SoupPlants.
Fortunately, they are next door to each other.
We ate well, and went home.
I went to my room and watched Fargo and Nurse Jackie while working on my how-to BDSM related notebooks.
She came in to join me.
And told me, no, I did not to wear the jingling cock ring while we slept.
We went lights out around midnight, but I didn't get to sleep until 0100 or so.
Thinking about .... the whole scene, this day...
I felt a burst of passive-aggressive anger within me.
The cock ring ...did not bother me.
The hair dye did not bother me. (Does not bother me)
The corner time ...bothered me....because of the position that She demands. With my feet so close together, it HURTS in my ankles and the tendons from my heels up through the back of my legs.
I don't think this position is meant to hurt.
So, I think it was making me feel ... angry... and I still don't know what to do about it.
HsLS 83
HsLO 374
HsLB 51 1/2
DUN 120
Days U.P. 1/2
Her D.O? No
Did I offer? No
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
03.18 Diary
Took off work at 0610, because I was coming back in so early...
Used a new mapping App on my phone called Waze...
It predicted I would be home at 0640.
I was home at 0642.
I feed the four-legged denizens of the house, and undressed, and changed to underwear and socks and robe, and went into Her room and woke Her up around 07:20, to tell Her, I wasn't going to shower, I was asked to be back at work at like 1800, and I planned to eat, and come to bed, and She mumbled, okay, and that She would try to go back to sleep.
At 0800, I went in to Her room, and She was awake, reading 'stuff' on Her phone.
I sat on the bed, and She said, "I need to talk to you."
I prepared to listen..and She said, "You woke me up ...when you came in...to tell me that you were't coming in to bed, until later. So, no reason for me to wake up, nothing to get up for, and I couldn't get back to sleep. You could have just waited until now, when you came in, and I could have stayed asleep."
"Yes, you're right, I'm sorry."
"Go get my bamboo cane."
............................................. !
I went and got it, and brought it back to Her, and She got out of bed, while saying, "Get undressed."
I did.
"Bend over the bed."
I did.
And I counted silently, as twenty five strokes of the cane landed across my buttocks.
"How many was that?'
"Twenty five."
"How many minutes early did you wake me?"
"Forty."
"Hmmm... count these out loud."
I counted out loud, another thirty strokes.
"Okay, I'm done."
I stood up, and hugged Her. "I'm sorry, I won't wake you up early, again."
"Good."
File the above under "Be careful what you wish for". I'm pretty sure... She ready my blog entry from yesterday. I'm pretty sure... She took this opportunity to accommodate my desire for punishment-type spankings, in this way, and that She wasn't 'really' punishing me "just" for waking Her up early. But, I'm not gonna ask Her. I'd prefer to go on thinking what I want to think, in regard to Her motivation.
Bed, around 0830.
Awake and up to pee, 1130, and again at 1330.
More awake at 1540, and didn't seem like any point in trying to go back to sleep for 20 minutes....so we talked a bit....
Then I got up, and showered, and dressed, etc....
And was in my car 1706.
The app 'Waze' predicted I would be at work at 1804.
And OMG the route it took me to get to work.... and it continued to micro adjust my eta, as I crawled along...and I arrived about 1830.
And ...it's been a wretched...busy...night.
Doing a multi car event for the cast of "Glee", celebrating the broadcast of their 100th episode...
Trying to get other work covered....
Helping the new person, with the set up for the next day which is much busier than today....
She and I did not have the final nails in the framework for next day's set up until 0145 or so.
And it got better...............
HsLO 348 1/2
HsLS 101 1/2
HsLD 15 1/2
D UN 84
Days under punishment 25
Daily lyric:
I want you, I need you, I got to be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I got to be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
Daily quote:
Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just... *do* things.
Used a new mapping App on my phone called Waze...
It predicted I would be home at 0640.
I was home at 0642.
I feed the four-legged denizens of the house, and undressed, and changed to underwear and socks and robe, and went into Her room and woke Her up around 07:20, to tell Her, I wasn't going to shower, I was asked to be back at work at like 1800, and I planned to eat, and come to bed, and She mumbled, okay, and that She would try to go back to sleep.
At 0800, I went in to Her room, and She was awake, reading 'stuff' on Her phone.
I sat on the bed, and She said, "I need to talk to you."
I prepared to listen..and She said, "You woke me up ...when you came in...to tell me that you were't coming in to bed, until later. So, no reason for me to wake up, nothing to get up for, and I couldn't get back to sleep. You could have just waited until now, when you came in, and I could have stayed asleep."
"Yes, you're right, I'm sorry."
"Go get my bamboo cane."
............................................. !
I went and got it, and brought it back to Her, and She got out of bed, while saying, "Get undressed."
I did.
"Bend over the bed."
I did.
And I counted silently, as twenty five strokes of the cane landed across my buttocks.
"How many was that?'
"Twenty five."
"How many minutes early did you wake me?"
"Forty."
"Hmmm... count these out loud."
I counted out loud, another thirty strokes.
"Okay, I'm done."
I stood up, and hugged Her. "I'm sorry, I won't wake you up early, again."
"Good."
File the above under "Be careful what you wish for". I'm pretty sure... She ready my blog entry from yesterday. I'm pretty sure... She took this opportunity to accommodate my desire for punishment-type spankings, in this way, and that She wasn't 'really' punishing me "just" for waking Her up early. But, I'm not gonna ask Her. I'd prefer to go on thinking what I want to think, in regard to Her motivation.
Bed, around 0830.
Awake and up to pee, 1130, and again at 1330.
More awake at 1540, and didn't seem like any point in trying to go back to sleep for 20 minutes....so we talked a bit....
Then I got up, and showered, and dressed, etc....
And was in my car 1706.
The app 'Waze' predicted I would be at work at 1804.
And OMG the route it took me to get to work.... and it continued to micro adjust my eta, as I crawled along...and I arrived about 1830.
And ...it's been a wretched...busy...night.
Doing a multi car event for the cast of "Glee", celebrating the broadcast of their 100th episode...
Trying to get other work covered....
Helping the new person, with the set up for the next day which is much busier than today....
She and I did not have the final nails in the framework for next day's set up until 0145 or so.
And it got better...............
HsLO 348 1/2
HsLS 101 1/2
HsLD 15 1/2
D UN 84
Days under punishment 25
Daily lyric:
I want you, I need you, I got to be near you
I spent my money as I took my turn
I want you, I need you, I got to be near you
Ooh, I got a strange kind of woman
Daily quote:
Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I'm a dog chasing cars. I wouldn't know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just... *do* things.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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:
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:
Monday, March 3, 2014
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
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
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
02.25 Diary
C count from 00 to 0630............... 2
Off work 0630.
Stopped for gas on the way home, and hit a buncha traffic on the way home.
C count to home ..............................3
Home, 0755.
Fed the animals...showered....
Naked, I joined Her in bed.
We talked about this and that....
And mutually agreed that Mondays and Tuesdays would be punishment-blackout days...
And... had sex, which consisted of ten seconds of giving Her oral, followed by a decent period of intercourse, with a break long enough for Her to go urinate, then we resumed... right up to a Happy Ending for ME!
Then we jumped up, as She needed to get ready to go to a meeting, and I went about making dinner.
She left, around 11:30, and I was asleep shortly thereafter.
UP, 17:10.
Shower, dressed, made coffee etc....
Said, and kissed Her good-bye, and departed.
Arrived at work, 1915
C count enroute.......... 3
A busy night, with event or events around time, all warm-up stuff for the really big show, this coming Sunday.
Oh, Blogger DELETED my newest blog, Shilo's Fantasies, telling me 'they' decided my blog was SPAM!
I emailed, asking for reinstatement, then I started ANOTHER blog, with the same concept, called DreamsOfShilo.
C count from arrival to midnight: 1
HsLO 14.5
HsLS 14.5
HsLD 82
Days UN 7.31.25
Days under punishment 1 (for CT) 4 (for profile notes)
Times with that dirty slut: 9
Off work 0630.
Stopped for gas on the way home, and hit a buncha traffic on the way home.
C count to home ..............................3
Home, 0755.
Fed the animals...showered....
Naked, I joined Her in bed.
We talked about this and that....
And mutually agreed that Mondays and Tuesdays would be punishment-blackout days...
And... had sex, which consisted of ten seconds of giving Her oral, followed by a decent period of intercourse, with a break long enough for Her to go urinate, then we resumed... right up to a Happy Ending for ME!
Then we jumped up, as She needed to get ready to go to a meeting, and I went about making dinner.
She left, around 11:30, and I was asleep shortly thereafter.
UP, 17:10.
Shower, dressed, made coffee etc....
Said, and kissed Her good-bye, and departed.
Arrived at work, 1915
C count enroute.......... 3
A busy night, with event or events around time, all warm-up stuff for the really big show, this coming Sunday.
Oh, Blogger DELETED my newest blog, Shilo's Fantasies, telling me 'they' decided my blog was SPAM!
I emailed, asking for reinstatement, then I started ANOTHER blog, with the same concept, called DreamsOfShilo.
C count from arrival to midnight: 1
HsLO 14.5
HsLS 14.5
HsLD 82
Days UN 7.31.25
Days under punishment 1 (for CT) 4 (for profile notes)
Times with that dirty slut: 9
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
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
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
Monday, February 24, 2014
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)
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)
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
02.21 Diary
up at 08:30.
Over breakfast, we talked about punishments.
I produced the note cards I had written.
1. ( ) minutes of corner time, for ( ) number of days.
2. Required daily exercise regimen, consisting of jumping jacks, squat thrusts, etc.
3. Daily household chore(s), including sweeping /mopping any floors, cleaning the bathroom, whether it's really needed or not.
4. Internet restrictions: being barred from going on a selection of my 'favorite' sites.
5. And there was a fifth one, and for the life of me, I can't remember what it was.
Of those, She chose #1. She said, it would be 20 minutes of corner time daily, on days of Her choosing, which meant, She may or may not choose to enforce it on a given day, for at least one week, up to two weeks, but She wasn't going to tell me how long it would last.
And, She wanted public confessions. She wanted me to add to my profile on the spanko- or BDSM- related sites, a note that "I lied to My Mistress.", with the note to remain on those sites for one month.
And, She said, for one month, for any BDSM-related events we go to, I had to wear a sign on my body, that stated, "I lied to My Mistress".
Then we started getting ready, as we had places to go, things to do.
In my car, and
First, to Her beautician, in Tr.... while She was in there, I went across the street to a pet store, and got cat food, then went back across the street to see if the health food store there had M. gum extract (no).
She came out, and we went down the parking lot, so She could get an ice cream cone.
Heading towards home from there, we stopped at a Healthcare systems, to turn in sleep study paperwork, and they immediately gave Her a brand new CPAP.
From there, we went on down the freeway, got off, and went into a Home Depot, and ordered a screen door for our back door.
Then we went to a supermarket for some weekly supplies, plus sausages for the dinner She was providing for, that night.
And home,....groceries away.... I did some scooping and cleaning, emptied the toilet, thought about ways to put up metal bookshelves, but didn't work, got online a bit, then I was sent out to pick up a friend of Her's that was coming to the meeting.
I left, and returned with Her...
And we waited while She prepared a fruit salad for dessert...
Then we packed up, and the four of us got in my car, and we drove down the street to the meeting place.
We had dinner.
Then the members adjourned to their meeting, and I went to my car for a nap, from 2000 to 2115.
She came and got me, to get me to help pack up.
We left. I dropped Stitch at the house, and She rode with me to drop Her friend off at home...
And we returned home, about 2250.
She went to get on Her computer, and I set up Her new CPAP.
I got online myself, and updated my profile on FL, Sp0, and S-tube.
She went to bed, around 2300, and I went to bed around 0030.
HSLO 755
HSLS 31
HSLD 58
D UN 7.31. 21
Over breakfast, we talked about punishments.
I produced the note cards I had written.
1. ( ) minutes of corner time, for ( ) number of days.
2. Required daily exercise regimen, consisting of jumping jacks, squat thrusts, etc.
3. Daily household chore(s), including sweeping /mopping any floors, cleaning the bathroom, whether it's really needed or not.
4. Internet restrictions: being barred from going on a selection of my 'favorite' sites.
5. And there was a fifth one, and for the life of me, I can't remember what it was.
Of those, She chose #1. She said, it would be 20 minutes of corner time daily, on days of Her choosing, which meant, She may or may not choose to enforce it on a given day, for at least one week, up to two weeks, but She wasn't going to tell me how long it would last.
And, She wanted public confessions. She wanted me to add to my profile on the spanko- or BDSM- related sites, a note that "I lied to My Mistress.", with the note to remain on those sites for one month.
And, She said, for one month, for any BDSM-related events we go to, I had to wear a sign on my body, that stated, "I lied to My Mistress".
Then we started getting ready, as we had places to go, things to do.
In my car, and
First, to Her beautician, in Tr.... while She was in there, I went across the street to a pet store, and got cat food, then went back across the street to see if the health food store there had M. gum extract (no).
She came out, and we went down the parking lot, so She could get an ice cream cone.
Heading towards home from there, we stopped at a Healthcare systems, to turn in sleep study paperwork, and they immediately gave Her a brand new CPAP.
From there, we went on down the freeway, got off, and went into a Home Depot, and ordered a screen door for our back door.
Then we went to a supermarket for some weekly supplies, plus sausages for the dinner She was providing for, that night.
And home,....groceries away.... I did some scooping and cleaning, emptied the toilet, thought about ways to put up metal bookshelves, but didn't work, got online a bit, then I was sent out to pick up a friend of Her's that was coming to the meeting.
I left, and returned with Her...
And we waited while She prepared a fruit salad for dessert...
Then we packed up, and the four of us got in my car, and we drove down the street to the meeting place.
We had dinner.
Then the members adjourned to their meeting, and I went to my car for a nap, from 2000 to 2115.
She came and got me, to get me to help pack up.
We left. I dropped Stitch at the house, and She rode with me to drop Her friend off at home...
And we returned home, about 2250.
She went to get on Her computer, and I set up Her new CPAP.
I got online myself, and updated my profile on FL, Sp0, and S-tube.
She went to bed, around 2300, and I went to bed around 0030.
HSLO 755
HSLS 31
HSLD 58
D UN 7.31. 21
02.19 Diary
Off work at 0930, and She was waiting for me.
In fact, She had been waiting for me awhile, as She had taken Stitch to work, after he woke up and found a flat tire on his bike...and then She took a surface street all the way from down there to up here.
I got in Her car, and we went to the Valley to drop sleep-study papers at our doctor's office.
We stopped at a Mickey D's drive through, and went on home.
Once there, She went to take a nap, and I started trying to upload videos, then I joined Her.
We woke up around 13:45.
She told me to take my briefs down, and She started inspecting my crotch and genital area...and found a long hair.
She plucked it out, showed it to me, and said, "You have not been shaving very well..."
"Um... cheap razor blades."
"Whatever. You need to do better. Get up and get in the corner."
I did, and waited.
She left the room, and returned, and told me to lay down on the bed face up.
She held the short black Delrin cane.
She told me to pull me legs up...diaper position, and gave the back of my thighs 28 strokes with the cane. Then she added another 28 to the sides of my thighs.
I moaned a bit about the severity of it, and we talked....
and She lay down on Her stomach, flat, and handed me the cane, and told me to use it on Her.
I did, pausing, when She said, "Yellow.." a couple times, then I stopped when I was ready to stop.
She had some little tears flowing.
The marks on Her bottom were gorgeous. I have never gotten welts like that.
I took pictures of the marks on Her phone.... but I never got copies of them.
I asked if She was ready to try copulation on a hot bottom, and She said, 'Oh yes'.
That was...fun....
Then we got up and showered,
And went off to pick up Stitch at work.
Back home, She got in Her car to go on some mysterious errand, and I took Stitch to a bike shop to get his tire fixed.
Home, I worked on video uploading awhile....
Then got in the hot tub, with Her and Stitch joining me.
In the tub, under the water, Her hand stroked my penis to enough of a hardness, that She moved about in the water, and sat on top of me, and mounted me.... theoretically, without Stitch knowing.
We got out, when dinner was ready....
And I sat down in an easy chair, and fell asleep.
She woke me up after awhile, to go take a shower, then I was in bed around 23:00, and She joined me, turning on the tv to watch....I have no idea what, as I feel asleep quickly.
Hr S L O 707
Hr s L Sx 9
Hr s L D 10
Days Unl 7.31.19
In fact, She had been waiting for me awhile, as She had taken Stitch to work, after he woke up and found a flat tire on his bike...and then She took a surface street all the way from down there to up here.
I got in Her car, and we went to the Valley to drop sleep-study papers at our doctor's office.
We stopped at a Mickey D's drive through, and went on home.
Once there, She went to take a nap, and I started trying to upload videos, then I joined Her.
We woke up around 13:45.
She told me to take my briefs down, and She started inspecting my crotch and genital area...and found a long hair.
She plucked it out, showed it to me, and said, "You have not been shaving very well..."
"Um... cheap razor blades."
"Whatever. You need to do better. Get up and get in the corner."
I did, and waited.
She left the room, and returned, and told me to lay down on the bed face up.
She held the short black Delrin cane.
She told me to pull me legs up...diaper position, and gave the back of my thighs 28 strokes with the cane. Then she added another 28 to the sides of my thighs.
I moaned a bit about the severity of it, and we talked....
and She lay down on Her stomach, flat, and handed me the cane, and told me to use it on Her.
I did, pausing, when She said, "Yellow.." a couple times, then I stopped when I was ready to stop.
She had some little tears flowing.
The marks on Her bottom were gorgeous. I have never gotten welts like that.
I took pictures of the marks on Her phone.... but I never got copies of them.
I asked if She was ready to try copulation on a hot bottom, and She said, 'Oh yes'.
That was...fun....
Then we got up and showered,
And went off to pick up Stitch at work.
Back home, She got in Her car to go on some mysterious errand, and I took Stitch to a bike shop to get his tire fixed.
Home, I worked on video uploading awhile....
Then got in the hot tub, with Her and Stitch joining me.
In the tub, under the water, Her hand stroked my penis to enough of a hardness, that She moved about in the water, and sat on top of me, and mounted me.... theoretically, without Stitch knowing.
We got out, when dinner was ready....
And I sat down in an easy chair, and fell asleep.
She woke me up after awhile, to go take a shower, then I was in bed around 23:00, and She joined me, turning on the tv to watch....I have no idea what, as I feel asleep quickly.
Hr S L O 707
Hr s L Sx 9
Hr s L D 10
Days Unl 7.31.19
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
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:
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:
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| close up of 'taint' |
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.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
01.17 diary
Awake 0715, when She woke me up, asking me to come join Her in Her bed...
And awake again 0930.... chores and etc...
And out together 11:45, heading to TOR where She had an appointment with Her beautician...
During which time, I got an email from my work manager, asking me to call him, so I stepped out of the room, and we talked, about a potential very interesting work schedule for me.
I finished up, went back in the room, and She was about ready, and She dressed and we left.
She had to go to the bank and move money around.... then we went to a Pet store, and put in a supply of cat food, dog food, and other cat and fish supplies.
We went home, and unloaded, then got back in the car, and headed out to a 99c store, in search of ginger root. We picked up a number of items, but ...no ginger root in stock, so we went to another 99c store some 8 minutes away, and no ginger root there either..and we headed back home.
And began to pack, as the three of us were headed out that night, to go to a meet-in-greet in WCO prior to the Grue, the next day, and staying in a motel that night (and the next night).... and still needed to track down some ginger root, time permitting.
I packed one bag of all my chastity devices, seven of them, plus some odds and ends that weren't exactly chastity devices, in preparation for a presentation She suggested I give....
I packed the Dungeon bag with every one of our daily implements, plus some lesser used ones (floggers) and a number of other items of possible interest (nipple clamps, etc).
She wanted an ice chest, to have cold water, etc in the room, available. So She sent R out to get one from the garage. He brought one back....with a non-matching lid, so She sent him again, to find the lid that matches it.
For Her figging demo, She wanted to have a plastic sheet (bought one at the 99c Store, for about a dollar), a regular bed sheet (She dug up one), a knife for paring, a dispensable one in case it gets lost (I found a couple) ...and a blanket, to wrap around oneself , in case it gets chilly, while having few, if any clothes on.
I picked out a blanket, and She said, "Yes, that's good...." then a few minutes later, came from Her room, holding a different one..."This one instead..."
I frowned. "The one I picked ain't good enough?"
"I think this one will be better."
"Do you want to pick the knife to take, since I obviously can't choose the right thing?"
She looked at me with an angry face, and said, "Get in here."
I followed Her into Her bedroom, and She said, "Drop your pants."
I did.
"Bent over the bed."
I did.
She went to my room, and came back with the long, heavy, bamboo zombie killer paddle.
"You need to lose the attitude, and be careful of how you talk to me."
She whacked my bottom some twenty five times with that paddle.
With no warm-up, it hurts-like-hell.
R walked in for the 'tail' end of it.
"He's getting this for attitude he gave me," She said to him.
"Oh," he said, non-plussed.
"Pull up your pants...... lose the attitude...and go finish packing."
I did so.
While feeling angry.... bitter....pissed-off... just, ready to chew on some nails.
Everybody and everything was packed, and R and I took it to my car, and I loaded it up.
We checked out the traffic options on sigalert, and decided on 710 N, to 10 E, and off we went, albeit somewhat slowly....around 1715.
The dinner 'started' at 19:00 and we were watching to see if we would have time to check in at the motel first, or find another 99c on the way, first.
We did not, and arrived at the restaurant just before 19:00.
We entered.... a few others were there, in the bar.... the room the restaurant was providing was not yet ready...
But after a few minutes, the room was ready, and we moved in.
And it was a meet and greet, at a Mexican restaurant....
and after a while, the noise level became too much, and I stepped out for awhile, and went to sit alone in my car..... and then I returned.....
Around 22:00, we had all had enough, and made our goodbyes, and departed, and headed to the motel, to check in....
And we moved into the room, what bags we needed....
R slept in one bed, J and I slept in the other, and that's all we did, getting to sleep, quite quickly.
The evening did continue, with me being ... bitter... and giving Her one or two-word answers to questions...
She knew something was ..amiss, but I was not talking about it.
I DID talk to Her about it, the next day, during the Grue after-Grue-party, and rather than wait for proper chronology, I'll try to explore my feelings now.
THIS spanking was 'impromptu' and 'punishment'.
Such spankings have been rare.
I remember....one..... back in October.... a quick one with some cane strokes, in my bedroom, while getting ready for one of our numerous trips....
Otherwise, there haven't been any real 'surprises' , and for the most part, the 'beatings' have been for our mutual pleasure.
But THIS one... happened quickly... unexpected... in a context in which I would not have expected it (packing for a trip)... and it was for ... a good reason.
And I got my knickers in a twist about it.
And, I just don't know why.
THIS was very nearly a fantasy fulfillment.
For years I've fantasized of having a Mommy/Strict Wife calling me on a misdeed, and spanking me right then and there for it.
So, what about it, pissed me off?
The best I can come up with.... and this is 'weak', I admit, but it is the best I can come up with...is the lack of consistency. I've shot off a smart mouth to Her before.... gawd knows, many times before.... and usually, She said, "Oh stop it..." or gave a me sad look...or even, apologized Herself, if She thought there was some fault on Her part.
But, this time, She whacked me for it.
Maybe I felt..... howcum I got away with the smartmouth many times before, and not this time?
In short, I deserved it, I knew I deserved it, I know I deserved it.
Perhaps...it would help (me, and my feelings about it) if She was really consistent with it, letting me know anytime I smartmouth Her, that it is unacceptable.
Since then, I've expanded this short scene, in my mind, to a longer fantasy:
Which starts with Her telling me to strip naked for this beating.... (as, I am usually naked for them).
Afterwards, She says, "And you will remain naked, until we are finished packing, and ready to go out the door...."
So there I am, walking around the house, gathering whatever.... in view of R.... my red buttocks on display... until all the bags are by the front door, ready to go out.
Then She says, "Let's finish the lesson." And has me bend over.... (whatever, table, bed, or while standing) for further smacks of the paddle.
"Now get dressed, and let's get going...."
HsLO 63
HrLS 63
HsLB&p 8
DAYS un 17 this month
And awake again 0930.... chores and etc...
And out together 11:45, heading to TOR where She had an appointment with Her beautician...
During which time, I got an email from my work manager, asking me to call him, so I stepped out of the room, and we talked, about a potential very interesting work schedule for me.
I finished up, went back in the room, and She was about ready, and She dressed and we left.
She had to go to the bank and move money around.... then we went to a Pet store, and put in a supply of cat food, dog food, and other cat and fish supplies.
We went home, and unloaded, then got back in the car, and headed out to a 99c store, in search of ginger root. We picked up a number of items, but ...no ginger root in stock, so we went to another 99c store some 8 minutes away, and no ginger root there either..and we headed back home.
And began to pack, as the three of us were headed out that night, to go to a meet-in-greet in WCO prior to the Grue, the next day, and staying in a motel that night (and the next night).... and still needed to track down some ginger root, time permitting.
I packed one bag of all my chastity devices, seven of them, plus some odds and ends that weren't exactly chastity devices, in preparation for a presentation She suggested I give....
I packed the Dungeon bag with every one of our daily implements, plus some lesser used ones (floggers) and a number of other items of possible interest (nipple clamps, etc).
She wanted an ice chest, to have cold water, etc in the room, available. So She sent R out to get one from the garage. He brought one back....with a non-matching lid, so She sent him again, to find the lid that matches it.
For Her figging demo, She wanted to have a plastic sheet (bought one at the 99c Store, for about a dollar), a regular bed sheet (She dug up one), a knife for paring, a dispensable one in case it gets lost (I found a couple) ...and a blanket, to wrap around oneself , in case it gets chilly, while having few, if any clothes on.
I picked out a blanket, and She said, "Yes, that's good...." then a few minutes later, came from Her room, holding a different one..."This one instead..."
I frowned. "The one I picked ain't good enough?"
"I think this one will be better."
"Do you want to pick the knife to take, since I obviously can't choose the right thing?"
She looked at me with an angry face, and said, "Get in here."
I followed Her into Her bedroom, and She said, "Drop your pants."
I did.
"Bent over the bed."
I did.
She went to my room, and came back with the long, heavy, bamboo zombie killer paddle.
"You need to lose the attitude, and be careful of how you talk to me."
She whacked my bottom some twenty five times with that paddle.
With no warm-up, it hurts-like-hell.
R walked in for the 'tail' end of it.
"He's getting this for attitude he gave me," She said to him.
"Oh," he said, non-plussed.
"Pull up your pants...... lose the attitude...and go finish packing."
I did so.
While feeling angry.... bitter....pissed-off... just, ready to chew on some nails.
Everybody and everything was packed, and R and I took it to my car, and I loaded it up.
We checked out the traffic options on sigalert, and decided on 710 N, to 10 E, and off we went, albeit somewhat slowly....around 1715.
The dinner 'started' at 19:00 and we were watching to see if we would have time to check in at the motel first, or find another 99c on the way, first.
We did not, and arrived at the restaurant just before 19:00.
We entered.... a few others were there, in the bar.... the room the restaurant was providing was not yet ready...
But after a few minutes, the room was ready, and we moved in.
And it was a meet and greet, at a Mexican restaurant....
and after a while, the noise level became too much, and I stepped out for awhile, and went to sit alone in my car..... and then I returned.....
Around 22:00, we had all had enough, and made our goodbyes, and departed, and headed to the motel, to check in....
And we moved into the room, what bags we needed....
R slept in one bed, J and I slept in the other, and that's all we did, getting to sleep, quite quickly.
The evening did continue, with me being ... bitter... and giving Her one or two-word answers to questions...
She knew something was ..amiss, but I was not talking about it.
I DID talk to Her about it, the next day, during the Grue after-Grue-party, and rather than wait for proper chronology, I'll try to explore my feelings now.
THIS spanking was 'impromptu' and 'punishment'.
Such spankings have been rare.
I remember....one..... back in October.... a quick one with some cane strokes, in my bedroom, while getting ready for one of our numerous trips....
Otherwise, there haven't been any real 'surprises' , and for the most part, the 'beatings' have been for our mutual pleasure.
But THIS one... happened quickly... unexpected... in a context in which I would not have expected it (packing for a trip)... and it was for ... a good reason.
And I got my knickers in a twist about it.
And, I just don't know why.
THIS was very nearly a fantasy fulfillment.
For years I've fantasized of having a Mommy/Strict Wife calling me on a misdeed, and spanking me right then and there for it.
So, what about it, pissed me off?
The best I can come up with.... and this is 'weak', I admit, but it is the best I can come up with...is the lack of consistency. I've shot off a smart mouth to Her before.... gawd knows, many times before.... and usually, She said, "Oh stop it..." or gave a me sad look...or even, apologized Herself, if She thought there was some fault on Her part.
But, this time, She whacked me for it.
Maybe I felt..... howcum I got away with the smartmouth many times before, and not this time?
In short, I deserved it, I knew I deserved it, I know I deserved it.
Perhaps...it would help (me, and my feelings about it) if She was really consistent with it, letting me know anytime I smartmouth Her, that it is unacceptable.
Since then, I've expanded this short scene, in my mind, to a longer fantasy:
Which starts with Her telling me to strip naked for this beating.... (as, I am usually naked for them).
Afterwards, She says, "And you will remain naked, until we are finished packing, and ready to go out the door...."
So there I am, walking around the house, gathering whatever.... in view of R.... my red buttocks on display... until all the bags are by the front door, ready to go out.
Then She says, "Let's finish the lesson." And has me bend over.... (whatever, table, bed, or while standing) for further smacks of the paddle.
"Now get dressed, and let's get going...."
HsLO 63
HrLS 63
HsLB&p 8
DAYS un 17 this month
Monday, December 30, 2013
Christmas Day DIary
I'm writing this on the afternoon of 12/30, after spending the better part of four days, bedridden with some kind of flu, and all the accompanying symptoms.
My memories of the preceding days are going to be...abbreviated, at best......
Home from work, chores, and shower..... R was up and moving about, so we had the bedroom.
I kinda recall, Her asking me, "Want a spanking?" "Sure..."
"Go get...a cane, and a the wafflemaker."
I did, and She had me stand in the corner, while She took care of other business.... then, had me drop my briefs, and kneel FDAU on the bed, and She began with a lecture....
"How many times did you wake up while you were sleeping, yesterday?"
"Three, maybe four."
"I think it was four. But call it three. And each of those times, I reminded you, call a plumber, call a plumber, did I not, and you said, you'd do it later, do it later, did you not?"
"You did, I did."
"So this it to teach you to do things when I tell you to do them. Call it punishment for not doing it, or call it discipline, as a lesson for the future..... If I grant you three wakeups ....and today is the 25th, so time 25, you're getting 75 cane strokes.... 75 of the soft side of the WM, then 75 of the hard side....and you will be counting."
Count I did, 75 strokes of Her bamboo cane....
When She finished, She decided it wasn't 'even' and added another 35 directly to my left buttock.
Then 75 of the soft side of the WM....
Then after 40 of the hard side, She said, "You've had enough". She took pictures, and She showed me why I'd had enough.
Pictures to be added later or in a separate entry. They are on my phone, and I have to email them to myself to get them on here......
She had me put on briefs, then She produced a tight bra or bikini top of some nature, with holes so that nipples can stick out, and put it on me..
She did my hair into long braided pigtails, one on each side.....
She wrote across my chest in felt tip marker, "PLUMBING SLUT"
and She took pictures of it all..... and after a couple days, sent the pictures to me one of which I accidentally sent to my parents when I was trying to email it to 'blogger'.....
And She later posted the more embarrassing pictures on F.L.
She said, "I'm done, I'll start breakfast now."
This is Christmas Morning, remember?
She went to the kitchen, I went to my bedroom, on my bed, curled up...and started to go to sleep.
After a few minutes, She came to my door. "Come with me."
I got up, and followed Her, back to Her room. She undid the braids, cleaned off my chest, removed the bra..... 'Did you think I was going to leave this on you all day?"
"I had no predictions in mind."
"Were you pouting...??"
I do not know what I was doing.
I was tired...I had worked the previous night...not hard work, but still 13 hours from the time I leave til I get home.... And in retrospect, I was already feeling the bug symptoms.......
Cleaned up, we went to the table, three off us, eating orange rolls with coffee....
Then exchanging presents.
I gave Her the 75th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz / Monopoly collectors edition..... (oh, such a smile when She opened it....) and I gave R a 14K GF Cross pen from my collection.
She gave me two red bath towels (I've asked for 'red' to help keep them separate from the abundance of neutral colored towels we have) AND the lushest, plushest, most luxurious bathrobe I could imagine. Gosh, I love this. Around this chilly house, what a great perfect gift!!
I excused myself to get some sleep....
After various attempts, She managed to get up around around 17:00....
And I had a stopped bathroom sink drain to see about unclogging.
Guess I can gloss over the finer points, but after some two hours, I gave up. What I did not have, was a flexible snake, to get into the pipe, in the wall.
While I was up to my elbows in all of it, Her second old son stopped by, said Hello, chatted some, and departed.
I packed up, tried to clean up,
And we had Christmas Dinner.
Baked Ham, Sweet potatoes, sliced and baked in orange juice with cinnamon and brown sugar, and covered in small marshmellows, homemade cranberry sauce, brussells sprouts, dinner rolls...... THEN chocoolate fudge cake, or chocolate-peanut butter pie in a square pan, or peanut butter/chocolate chip / oatmeal cookies.... or candy, generally up the wazoo.
We cleaned up, and waited, as Her oldest son, was reportedly on the way....and in time, did arrive, along with a long known friend of the family, and son's girlfriend and two young daughters.
They talked, got the grand tour etc and etc.
After they left, we got in the hot tub, though we had to wait for it to warm up.....
in it for maybe half an hour..... then out of it, showered to get off the chlorinated water, then to bed, happily, together.
My memories of the preceding days are going to be...abbreviated, at best......
Home from work, chores, and shower..... R was up and moving about, so we had the bedroom.
I kinda recall, Her asking me, "Want a spanking?" "Sure..."
"Go get...a cane, and a the wafflemaker."
I did, and She had me stand in the corner, while She took care of other business.... then, had me drop my briefs, and kneel FDAU on the bed, and She began with a lecture....
"How many times did you wake up while you were sleeping, yesterday?"
"Three, maybe four."
"I think it was four. But call it three. And each of those times, I reminded you, call a plumber, call a plumber, did I not, and you said, you'd do it later, do it later, did you not?"
"You did, I did."
"So this it to teach you to do things when I tell you to do them. Call it punishment for not doing it, or call it discipline, as a lesson for the future..... If I grant you three wakeups ....and today is the 25th, so time 25, you're getting 75 cane strokes.... 75 of the soft side of the WM, then 75 of the hard side....and you will be counting."
Count I did, 75 strokes of Her bamboo cane....
When She finished, She decided it wasn't 'even' and added another 35 directly to my left buttock.
Then 75 of the soft side of the WM....
Then after 40 of the hard side, She said, "You've had enough". She took pictures, and She showed me why I'd had enough.
Pictures to be added later or in a separate entry. They are on my phone, and I have to email them to myself to get them on here......
She had me put on briefs, then She produced a tight bra or bikini top of some nature, with holes so that nipples can stick out, and put it on me..
She did my hair into long braided pigtails, one on each side.....
She wrote across my chest in felt tip marker, "PLUMBING SLUT"
and She took pictures of it all..... and after a couple days, sent the pictures to me one of which I accidentally sent to my parents when I was trying to email it to 'blogger'.....
And She later posted the more embarrassing pictures on F.L.
She said, "I'm done, I'll start breakfast now."
This is Christmas Morning, remember?
She went to the kitchen, I went to my bedroom, on my bed, curled up...and started to go to sleep.
After a few minutes, She came to my door. "Come with me."
I got up, and followed Her, back to Her room. She undid the braids, cleaned off my chest, removed the bra..... 'Did you think I was going to leave this on you all day?"
"I had no predictions in mind."
"Were you pouting...??"
I do not know what I was doing.
I was tired...I had worked the previous night...not hard work, but still 13 hours from the time I leave til I get home.... And in retrospect, I was already feeling the bug symptoms.......
Cleaned up, we went to the table, three off us, eating orange rolls with coffee....
Then exchanging presents.
I gave Her the 75th anniversary of The Wizard of Oz / Monopoly collectors edition..... (oh, such a smile when She opened it....) and I gave R a 14K GF Cross pen from my collection.
She gave me two red bath towels (I've asked for 'red' to help keep them separate from the abundance of neutral colored towels we have) AND the lushest, plushest, most luxurious bathrobe I could imagine. Gosh, I love this. Around this chilly house, what a great perfect gift!!
I excused myself to get some sleep....
After various attempts, She managed to get up around around 17:00....
And I had a stopped bathroom sink drain to see about unclogging.
Guess I can gloss over the finer points, but after some two hours, I gave up. What I did not have, was a flexible snake, to get into the pipe, in the wall.
While I was up to my elbows in all of it, Her second old son stopped by, said Hello, chatted some, and departed.
I packed up, tried to clean up,
And we had Christmas Dinner.
Baked Ham, Sweet potatoes, sliced and baked in orange juice with cinnamon and brown sugar, and covered in small marshmellows, homemade cranberry sauce, brussells sprouts, dinner rolls...... THEN chocoolate fudge cake, or chocolate-peanut butter pie in a square pan, or peanut butter/chocolate chip / oatmeal cookies.... or candy, generally up the wazoo.
We cleaned up, and waited, as Her oldest son, was reportedly on the way....and in time, did arrive, along with a long known friend of the family, and son's girlfriend and two young daughters.
They talked, got the grand tour etc and etc.
After they left, we got in the hot tub, though we had to wait for it to warm up.....
in it for maybe half an hour..... then out of it, showered to get off the chlorinated water, then to bed, happily, together.
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