09:00 up to feed the dogs and cats, then back to bed.
11:00 Awake...
and with Merry, watched "Wayward Pines" and "Hannibal".
'Something' came up, and I engaged in a 'growl at the badger', followed by some 'accommodation'.
Done, around 14:00, and She just...fell asleep.
I got up and started washing dishes, as I didn't want to leave a sink full, along with pots n pans, for Stitch to do when he got home.
Merry woke up, came out to the living room...
And suggested I make another trip to the spanking bench.
I mounted the bench, wearing nothing but socks, and She applied a dozen of the curved hairbrush to each of my cheeks.
I got up, and She said, "My turn..."
And She got on the bench, and I smacked Her luscious cheeks with the palm of my hand... She was giggling at first, then laughing, and trying to say, 'Please stop...' and I said, 'I can't take you seriously if you are laughing when you say it,' so when She managed to say, 'Please stop..' while not laughing, I stopped.
We admired the color of our buttocks a bit, then, went into the living room, and She started on a market shopping list.
Then She got into the shower.
Stitch arrived home, 16:45.
She left, to go do some banking, and go to the market.
I sat at the computer on the desk, and went about inputting my diaries for Wednesday and Thursday.
I finished, within like a minute of Her return home, as She called for help, porting stuff inside.
Stitch and I went outside to assist.
I assisted in putting things away in the kitchen.
At the living room table, I recorded some mail, and clipped coupons..
Then stripped off to take a long overdue shower.
When I was done, dinner was ready: baked chicken and baked potatoes.
I went into the bedroom, with the company of my best-dog-friend Cookie, to eat, and watch "The Newsroom" Season 2: 8 & 9, the two part finale of season 2.
Then, at Her nudging, I watched, from DVR, "8 Heads in a Duffel Bag".
Goodness, She and I have different tastes in movies.
She told me later, She's seen this movie, like twenty times.
I could barely stand the once. This kind of humor, whatever it's called, if it has its own name, just does not do anything for me.
I went out into the back to unlock the gate.
CJ said, she had somebody coming over at like five in the morning that would need to get in, and did we feel like getting up then to unlock the gate? No. Thus, I did it before going to bed.
Back in the bedroom, I watched TNR 3:1
Merry came to bed, and fell asleep rather quickly. ......................
D sl S 5/12
D sl O 16 1/2
D sl F4me 3/8
D sl F 4her 3/8
D un 68 1/2
D shl O 5/12
D sl CI 191
D G-free 16 1/3
D sH last date ~ 1 1/2
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Saturday, June 6, 2015
Friday, June 5, 2015
6.04, Thursday Diary
Up, 117, pee and snack.
02:30 eyes open
0600 eyes open.
845 up, about 15 min. before my alarm.
Feed dogs and cats, unlocked the back gate.
She was awake and out of the bedroom, before my alarm.
Scooped and hosed down the back yard.
Fixed the doggy gate attached to the screen door. Made coffee through an uncooperative coffee maker.
She took down the torn shower curtain, I assisted in putting up a new one.
Did some dishes, started the dishwasher.
Set one Videocamera to record, changed battery on the other oe.
And settled into the bedroom.
Spike arrived for his date, if that's the right word with Merry.
I came out of the bedroom long enough to say 'hello' and shake hands, then retreated.
They went off to the other bedroom.
I watched "The Newsroom" 2:3.
Started up my contrary laptop, and moved vids to a flashdrive.
After an hour and change, Spike departed.
Merry warmed up bean soup for Herself and me.
Which had me going to the toilet.
I sat in the living room a bit, while She was at the computer desk.
I thought about it, more and more....
And when She stepped away, and into the bedroom for a minute, I disappeared and came back with the red paddle, one as yet unused, given to Merry as a present at a PSC munch, no idea how long ago, and I left it on Her chair.
With a little prodding from me, She noticed it, picked it up, looked at me, and said, "Go get on the bench."
I ... did.
A number of painful swats from that paddle were followed by more swats with the heavy wooden spoon, followed by the long skinny tan wood paddle.
We moved into the living room, and took some pix:
and into the bedroom, where I started by straddling Her thighs for a hairburger, then at Her urging, engaged in "a bit of how's yer father".
Finished, 1400 or so, and She fell asleep.
I left the room, to talk to CJ, about dogs and comics.
I called a comic shoppe that CJ said she called...and I was told, they were not buying.
I composed an email to another comic shop, and it bounced back.
I emailed the pix on my camera to Fetlife and to here, so I could post them... and found myself dozing.
Awake after a bit, I finished NR 2:5.
CJ was outside, exercising the captive dogs, and I took the opportunity to go into the library..in the back of the garage... in order to rearrange it to accommodate future trips I will make into it, and also to find some books for Merry.
CJ suggested I go through the up n down garage door to go around to the front door so as not to risk a pack of dogs coming through if I opened the side door.
SO I did, with a box of stuff I was bring in.
The front security door was locked. The main wood door was open. I pounded and yelled, no answer.
I turned around, and saw Merry's car was gone.
ERRGH.
I went back around through the garage, and saw that the dogs had been brought in from the back yard to the kennel, anyway, so there was no fear of escape.
I took my box into the house, grabbed a flashlight and went back outside, while shooting a dirty look at CJ, when she told me, "Merry told me that She was going out for a minute."
"Thanks."
Back in the house, about 19:15
Watched NR 2:6 and half of 2:7.
Dinner, skillet fried beef strips, broccoli and carrots mixed, and rice.
I watched "Aquarius."
She came into the bedroom.
I finished 2:7 and went to sleep 23:00.
And was up not much later for "P & S".
D sl S 5/12
D sl O 15 1/2
D sl F4m 5/12
D sl F4h 5/12
D UN 66 1/2
D sHl DO 5/12
D sl C 190
D G-F 15 1/3
D since Merry 'dated' 1/2
02:30 eyes open
0600 eyes open.
845 up, about 15 min. before my alarm.
Feed dogs and cats, unlocked the back gate.
She was awake and out of the bedroom, before my alarm.
Scooped and hosed down the back yard.
Fixed the doggy gate attached to the screen door. Made coffee through an uncooperative coffee maker.
She took down the torn shower curtain, I assisted in putting up a new one.
Did some dishes, started the dishwasher.
Set one Videocamera to record, changed battery on the other oe.
And settled into the bedroom.
Spike arrived for his date, if that's the right word with Merry.
I came out of the bedroom long enough to say 'hello' and shake hands, then retreated.
They went off to the other bedroom.
I watched "The Newsroom" 2:3.
Started up my contrary laptop, and moved vids to a flashdrive.
After an hour and change, Spike departed.
Merry warmed up bean soup for Herself and me.
Which had me going to the toilet.
I sat in the living room a bit, while She was at the computer desk.
I thought about it, more and more....
And when She stepped away, and into the bedroom for a minute, I disappeared and came back with the red paddle, one as yet unused, given to Merry as a present at a PSC munch, no idea how long ago, and I left it on Her chair.
With a little prodding from me, She noticed it, picked it up, looked at me, and said, "Go get on the bench."
I ... did.
A number of painful swats from that paddle were followed by more swats with the heavy wooden spoon, followed by the long skinny tan wood paddle.
We moved into the living room, and took some pix:
and into the bedroom, where I started by straddling Her thighs for a hairburger, then at Her urging, engaged in "a bit of how's yer father".
Finished, 1400 or so, and She fell asleep.
I left the room, to talk to CJ, about dogs and comics.
I called a comic shoppe that CJ said she called...and I was told, they were not buying.
I composed an email to another comic shop, and it bounced back.
I emailed the pix on my camera to Fetlife and to here, so I could post them... and found myself dozing.
Awake after a bit, I finished NR 2:5.
CJ was outside, exercising the captive dogs, and I took the opportunity to go into the library..in the back of the garage... in order to rearrange it to accommodate future trips I will make into it, and also to find some books for Merry.
CJ suggested I go through the up n down garage door to go around to the front door so as not to risk a pack of dogs coming through if I opened the side door.
SO I did, with a box of stuff I was bring in.
The front security door was locked. The main wood door was open. I pounded and yelled, no answer.
I turned around, and saw Merry's car was gone.
ERRGH.
I went back around through the garage, and saw that the dogs had been brought in from the back yard to the kennel, anyway, so there was no fear of escape.
I took my box into the house, grabbed a flashlight and went back outside, while shooting a dirty look at CJ, when she told me, "Merry told me that She was going out for a minute."
"Thanks."
Back in the house, about 19:15
Watched NR 2:6 and half of 2:7.
Dinner, skillet fried beef strips, broccoli and carrots mixed, and rice.
I watched "Aquarius."
She came into the bedroom.
I finished 2:7 and went to sleep 23:00.
And was up not much later for "P & S".
D sl S 5/12
D sl O 15 1/2
D sl F4m 5/12
D sl F4h 5/12
D UN 66 1/2
D sHl DO 5/12
D sl C 190
D G-F 15 1/3
D since Merry 'dated' 1/2
Saturday, October 18, 2014
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Monday, September 22, 2014
09.21 Sunday
She said She was too wired to sleep...so..
we sat down and played two games of Scrabble.
Then went to bed...
Where I quickly took down Her panties, and gave Her an oral DO.
I was too tired to think much about trying to get erect, then don a raincoat, so we headed to sleep.
She turned on a movie...Red Dragon... which was harmless enough in that, we had seen it so recently, we wanted be stuck staying awake to watch it.
I got up to pee, and eat ice cream, around 0300.
Back to bed...
And up 0930.
Coffee, newpapers...
Her 2nd youngest son called, immediately sending us into panic, wondering if his medical condition was going to mess with our party plans again.
No, he was just saying, that he needed meds ordered from and picked up at the pharmacy.
Then Her whackjob half sister called, and I was not getting involved. I will not talk to her.
Then the son called again. She asked me to answer it, and I did, then I kinda went a little nuts, saying I did not want to get involved in Her phone calls. But I said it loud and rudely, and She invoked Merry One. I could feel anger rising within me, about ready to remind Her that we are not currently under an 'agreement', which I kind of stammered, then I added that She can 'work it out at the party' and that, yes, I was rude.
She thanked me, saying all She really wanted was acknowledgement.
She was baking brownies for the party.
I started packing up stuff...and showered/dried/dressed in white blouse, black skirt, cotton knee high socks, black mary janes....
and She dressed in something similar.
We got in our cars, 1245 and headed off to the Lair.
Arrived 1330...
In time and in side for the pre party pep talk and introduction...
Then the ice breaker game, with subs in one line facing tops in another, tossing a 'hot paddle' back and forth, and any sub holding the paddle when the music stopped gets a single whack from each top, and if a top has the paddle when the music stops, 'he' gives each sub a whack...
Then it was general activities, and Merry headed for the kitchen.
I sat at a table, and She came along with a chocolate cupcake that I just had to try, She said.
Turns out, it had some peanut butter filling.
Trouble was, sugar for me on an empty stomach just wipes me out.
I tried to off set it, by going in and getting an apple, some chips, some carrot slices...
Resulting in a nearly immediate bowel movement. I went to the toilet, but did not take wipes with me.
I thought I cleaned up well. Ha.
We were inside the main room, sitting and watching, with Merry getting somewhat involved in giving ...and getting ...spankings..but my stomach was 'off' . I know I shouldn't eat before or even at a party... this happens almost every time.
The room was noisy, and I excused myself to go sit outside.
I sat and dozed for an hour, maybe 90 minutes.
She came out, and said She had a decent nap, Herself.
And asked, if I was ready..to be spanked...yet.
I said, "Gimme a minute," and chugged down a Sprite.
I said, "Lemme go pee..."
I came back, and said, "Okay, but ...take it easy."
Merry seems to have ONE gear... 'Hard'. That's from playing with me so long, and I have a high pain tolerance, that She kicks it into Hard immediately, just to ...kind of get my attention.
But sometimes, I'm not into it, or afraid of it.
Thus I said, "Kinda easy, or easy for us."
She agreed, and we went into the main room.
Only two couples in sight, one hard at it, the other just kinda cuddling.
We found a bench, with sides wide enough to accommodate my knees.
She told me to pick "2 to 4", so I selected three implements.
She took off my blouse, told me to get on the bench.
I did; She pulled the hem of my skirt up and over my waist, and tried to pull down my panties, but they were too small, too tight, to come down past my spread thighs, so She had me get up, to take them down and off.
She looked inside them, and between my cheeks, and said, "You are dirty. I'm going to clean you up, then ...MerryOne."
She got wipes out of our bag, and cleaned up between my cheeks, then She got out the 16" tan paddle, and said, "With each count, you will say, 'No Dirty Panties'"
So, "No dirty panties...ONE..." "No dirty panties..TWO" and She applied ten swats to my left buttock, then ten to my right buttock.
"Done," She said, having me get upright to kiss Her, lightly, before continuing.
... With 32 swats with the bamboo Pizza board paddle, 24 swats with the thin paint-stick-type paddle, and 30 with the round-headed hair brush.
..She told me to get up....and I requested pix, and She had me pose, and took .. two or three.
Then She told me to go get clean briefs from my clothes bag, which I did, and put them on under my skirt, and put on my blouse.
Dressed, I asked Her to take pix of me, so dressed.
She did, then whispered, "I'm SO horny..."
I looked around, and suggested the Red room, and She countered, "The bath room..."
So we went into the bath room, and closed and locked the door, and I got on my knees, while She lifted Her skirt, and lowered Her panties, and I tongued Her clitoral area, as She came, like twice.
We adjusted our clothing, and went on, outside.
I changed to work clothes...
We said goodbyes to all around us...
And went to Her car, and She drove two blocks to my car, then we headed off in separate cars, Her to a pharmacy some 35 miles away, for Her son, and me, to work.
I was at work... 1900 ish...
Finishing Sunday with 101 rides, starting Monday with 96... ergo, uneventful, and SO FAR ...quiet.
HsLS 57
HsLO 158
HsLD 6
Hr UN 74
Her DO 2
Fantasy: this
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
7.15 Diary
Just before I left the office, she sent me an email in response to my response to her comment on my journal... first thing She wrote was, She 'wanted me to reply on the blog itself.
I went nearly ballistic. I am not a mind reader, and She is constantly asking for this or that... but when I do this or that, She says, "I wanted the blue this nor this red one, and I wanted the yellow that, not the green one."
H BAR!
So, in car 0700, and home about 0747.
And trading texts or emails while I'm trying to get inside the door.
Began to feed the animals, and observed we were down to one can of cat food.
Which means, when Stitch fed the cats last night, he must have noticed that, and ... not mentioned it to anybody.
New rule I made on the spot: Stitch doesn't feed the cats (in the evening) anymore. I will do it.
Skipped morning shower, but did undress, and joined Her in Her bedroom. We cuddled and talked for a bit.
I was ready to go get B*L*D then paused, and pulled down the tighty pinkies from Her waist, and gave Her oral service and D.O.
I didn't think 'anything' would come of it, feeling too tired to get aroused...but...I did get aroused enough and took off my briefs, and She spread Her legs, and I got on top of Her, and as She calls it, we
had sex.
No happy ending for me, I really just wanted to go pee.
Once Her moaning died down, I got off Her. She stripped the soaked sheets off the bed. I went into the kitchen, and put together pastrami sandwiches on white bread-toast.
I ate and read the paper, then excused myself..and went into my bedroom...
And got thoroughly immersed in a notebook-updating project while listening to Her and Sherman, bantering in the other room.
Asleep around noon....
Half awake around 1300...
Up 1600 for P and to eat the last eclair...
then UP 1715.
S&D&D and fed the cats.
Packed up, and in HER car, with Stitch, around 1830,
and at work around 1930.
Where our primary dispatch program was not working properly.
Which mean,the volume of phone and two way radio traffic that I had to deal with, was increased by a multiple of 4.
And continued to not function all night...and into the morning, as I write this.
What is my fucking problem?
I am so ...disgruntled.... about everything.
Many times, lately, I've been sitting at work, and thinking, "Why the fuck am I here?" <at this job, I was thinking...>
And I've been so ...short tempered with Merry.
She tries SO hard to be sweet and loving to me, but ...so often, the slightest damn thing, and my blood boils and I'm shouting, or nearly so.
Wonder if a physical attitude adjustment would help?
Or, is THAT the problem rather than the cure ?
Yes, I love spanking ... or, rather, being.....
I love chocolate too, but wiping out a one lb box of See's Candies in one sitting does not make me feel very good.
And the kind of spankings She gives me often come under the heading of "too much".
HsLS 15
hsLO 69
HsLD 71
H un 70
Her DO yes
Days since last cigarette .... 41 + 21 hours
from Corporal Punishment: over mother's knee
I went nearly ballistic. I am not a mind reader, and She is constantly asking for this or that... but when I do this or that, She says, "I wanted the blue this nor this red one, and I wanted the yellow that, not the green one."
H BAR!
So, in car 0700, and home about 0747.
And trading texts or emails while I'm trying to get inside the door.
Began to feed the animals, and observed we were down to one can of cat food.
Which means, when Stitch fed the cats last night, he must have noticed that, and ... not mentioned it to anybody.
New rule I made on the spot: Stitch doesn't feed the cats (in the evening) anymore. I will do it.
Skipped morning shower, but did undress, and joined Her in Her bedroom. We cuddled and talked for a bit.
I was ready to go get B*L*D then paused, and pulled down the tighty pinkies from Her waist, and gave Her oral service and D.O.
I didn't think 'anything' would come of it, feeling too tired to get aroused...but...I did get aroused enough and took off my briefs, and She spread Her legs, and I got on top of Her, and as She calls it, we
had sex.
No happy ending for me, I really just wanted to go pee.
Once Her moaning died down, I got off Her. She stripped the soaked sheets off the bed. I went into the kitchen, and put together pastrami sandwiches on white bread-toast.
I ate and read the paper, then excused myself..and went into my bedroom...
And got thoroughly immersed in a notebook-updating project while listening to Her and Sherman, bantering in the other room.
Asleep around noon....
Half awake around 1300...
Up 1600 for P and to eat the last eclair...
then UP 1715.
S&D&D and fed the cats.
Packed up, and in HER car, with Stitch, around 1830,
and at work around 1930.
Where our primary dispatch program was not working properly.
Which mean,the volume of phone and two way radio traffic that I had to deal with, was increased by a multiple of 4.
And continued to not function all night...and into the morning, as I write this.
What is my fucking problem?
I am so ...disgruntled.... about everything.
Many times, lately, I've been sitting at work, and thinking, "Why the fuck am I here?" <at this job, I was thinking...>
And I've been so ...short tempered with Merry.
She tries SO hard to be sweet and loving to me, but ...so often, the slightest damn thing, and my blood boils and I'm shouting, or nearly so.
Wonder if a physical attitude adjustment would help?
Or, is THAT the problem rather than the cure ?
Yes, I love spanking ... or, rather, being.....
I love chocolate too, but wiping out a one lb box of See's Candies in one sitting does not make me feel very good.
And the kind of spankings She gives me often come under the heading of "too much".
HsLS 15
hsLO 69
HsLD 71
H un 70
Her DO yes
Days since last cigarette .... 41 + 21 hours
from Corporal Punishment: over mother's knee
I have spent time over both my parents knees. My father would
change to more appropriate over-his-desk punishments when I became ten, but my
mother did continue over the knee spankings for some time. It is those
smackings I will write about now.
I remember those moments well: looking (sometimes through a
cloud of tears) at the carpet, head hanging down; a pair of legs on the other
side, sometimes hanging down, sometimes fidgeting a little. One arm probably
stretched out forward, the other secured by mother's firm grip on my back. The
highest point of the body: the bottom, just ready for discipline. Bare or
covered with knickers, always the feeling of cool air touching the (almost)
unclothed part, that is now to receive warmth.
And then… WHAM. The slipper strikes. Left cheek. Heat spreads.
WHAM, right cheek. My face flushes even more, as does – so I suppose - my
bottom. And then the smacks rain down. Until I am sobbing, crying, promising to
be a good girl now. And honestly feeling that, too.
Those
were the days, then. Over the knee smackings are not so formal, they allow a
parent for caring discipline. Oh, you didn’t enjoy being over your mothers lap,
I can tell you. But if you went there, you knew it was well deserved. No matter
if you were 4 or 14, mother would do what was needed…
Make Your Spanking Bench Uncomfortable
Comfortable, padding spanking benches are a waste of money.
Errant submissive man or male slave needs the discipline of
corporal punishment. The submale does not need comfort.
Let the male spankee’s skin chafe and rub against rough surfaces.
Make it unequivocal and clear that he is being punished. Don’t coddle
him.. Tie him tightly in place, allow suspense to build up and then spank
and whip him until the lessons of submission and obedience are beaten into him.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
5.23 Diary
Channel surfing, She found a bizarre movie called "Teeth", about vagina dentata.
I watched it with Her, and we went to sleep, 0230.
One might ask...or rather, She might ask, or even, She HAS asked, why am I not showing any kind of inclination towards 'getting friendly'?
THIS is going to be a recurring theme over this weekend, during which we had no plans or events or dinners or parties, so we were home, together, quite often, and yet.......
Well...quite simply, my current financial crisis has me paralyzed.
I can get through things that are more like an auto-pilot, whether it be driving, or physical labor, or some such, but when I'm left alone to my thoughts... I freeze, I panic, or ...
I am simply becoming depressed, to the point of not caring.
Awake 0930.
I went to the toilet, fed the animals, and She told me to come bedside, and get over Her lap... with my shorts off.
I did so, and She briskly applied ten smacks of a hairbrush to to each of my buttocks, four sets in all.
Then She said, "So, I was thinking, all that other space in the other bedroom, I think I want the spanking bench moved in there. Get on it."
I got up, and dutifully slid the spanking bench from a corner of the dining room, to an open spot in the other bedroom.
She watched, and said, "Get on it."
Still naked, I knelt on the bench.
She came up behind me, holding the zombie killer paddle.
She applied 40 swats with it.
Then she left the room, and returned with the zombie killer pizza paddle, similar to the other one, but wide and square, rather than long and skinny, and applied 40 smacks with it.
'It' was INTENSE.
She even asked me, "You want me to not use it anymore?"
Well, no. "Intense" is a good thing. Better something I can feel, than something I'm bored with.
She took a bunch of pictures (at end of this post), and we started moving around, getting dressed, drinking coffee, then went out to my car, to run a bunch of errands.
First to my workplace, to get my paycheck.
Then back home, because She wanted to use OUR toilet. (51.5 miles)
Then, to the AAA office in LB (63 miles) to get new tags for Her car, and to get our separate memberships combined onto one.
Then, we drove through a BoxedJack;
Then, on to the VZW store near the LW mall, where we combined our separate cell phone plans into one family plan.
Then, around the corner from there, a branch of Her bank, to deposit my check, and some supermarket shopping.
Then, another stop at another market on the way, because eggs were cheaper there...
And home (71 miles, 18:00)
Got the groceries in..... I put my laundry, that I had done yesterday, away....
Cleaned the chamber pot ... called Mom, left a voicemail....
Gave Cookie a bath....
Then dinner...
And I excused myself to my room to watch Nurse Jackie.
I watched two episodes...
And must have fallen asleep around 23:00.
Still, no sex, no thoughts about it. My mind is just not 'there'.
HsLS 87
HsLO 264
HsLD 13
HunL 323
Her DO No
Did I offer? No
from One Woman's Tips to Make Him a Submissive Man
Tease him. Deny him. Keep him in a constant state of orgasm-denial. He must learn to state when he is ready to cum, and ask you to stop. He must learn to masturbate for you, and stop. Forbid all unsupervised masturbation. He may only cum with your permission.
from The House Rules
The Rules are subject to change anytime at all.
from Scriptures Pertaining to Discipline:
Proverbs 22:15 Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far away.
I watched it with Her, and we went to sleep, 0230.
One might ask...or rather, She might ask, or even, She HAS asked, why am I not showing any kind of inclination towards 'getting friendly'?
THIS is going to be a recurring theme over this weekend, during which we had no plans or events or dinners or parties, so we were home, together, quite often, and yet.......
Well...quite simply, my current financial crisis has me paralyzed.
I can get through things that are more like an auto-pilot, whether it be driving, or physical labor, or some such, but when I'm left alone to my thoughts... I freeze, I panic, or ...
I am simply becoming depressed, to the point of not caring.
Awake 0930.
I went to the toilet, fed the animals, and She told me to come bedside, and get over Her lap... with my shorts off.
I did so, and She briskly applied ten smacks of a hairbrush to to each of my buttocks, four sets in all.
Then She said, "So, I was thinking, all that other space in the other bedroom, I think I want the spanking bench moved in there. Get on it."
I got up, and dutifully slid the spanking bench from a corner of the dining room, to an open spot in the other bedroom.
She watched, and said, "Get on it."
Still naked, I knelt on the bench.
She came up behind me, holding the zombie killer paddle.
She applied 40 swats with it.
Then she left the room, and returned with the zombie killer pizza paddle, similar to the other one, but wide and square, rather than long and skinny, and applied 40 smacks with it.
'It' was INTENSE.
She even asked me, "You want me to not use it anymore?"
Well, no. "Intense" is a good thing. Better something I can feel, than something I'm bored with.
She took a bunch of pictures (at end of this post), and we started moving around, getting dressed, drinking coffee, then went out to my car, to run a bunch of errands.
First to my workplace, to get my paycheck.
Then back home, because She wanted to use OUR toilet. (51.5 miles)
Then, to the AAA office in LB (63 miles) to get new tags for Her car, and to get our separate memberships combined onto one.
Then, we drove through a BoxedJack;
Then, on to the VZW store near the LW mall, where we combined our separate cell phone plans into one family plan.
Then, around the corner from there, a branch of Her bank, to deposit my check, and some supermarket shopping.
Then, another stop at another market on the way, because eggs were cheaper there...
And home (71 miles, 18:00)
Got the groceries in..... I put my laundry, that I had done yesterday, away....
Cleaned the chamber pot ... called Mom, left a voicemail....
Gave Cookie a bath....
Then dinner...
And I excused myself to my room to watch Nurse Jackie.
I watched two episodes...
And must have fallen asleep around 23:00.
Still, no sex, no thoughts about it. My mind is just not 'there'.
HsLS 87
HsLO 264
HsLD 13
HunL 323
Her DO No
Did I offer? No
from One Woman's Tips to Make Him a Submissive Man
Tease him. Deny him. Keep him in a constant state of orgasm-denial. He must learn to state when he is ready to cum, and ask you to stop. He must learn to masturbate for you, and stop. Forbid all unsupervised masturbation. He may only cum with your permission.
from The House Rules
The Rules are subject to change anytime at all.
from Scriptures Pertaining to Discipline:
Proverbs 22:15 Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline will drive it far away.
Monday, May 12, 2014
05.11 Diary
Awake 0930...
We started with me, giving Her oral, then intercourse, and a break, then me, using a vibrator, and oral, and intercourse, and more oral for Her....
And during another break, I called Mom for Mother's Day.
Then we got up and headed into the living room, and She said, "Get the spanking bench out."
I did...and took off the briefs that I had just put on, and got on it.
She went into the bedroom for implements, and returned.
And told me to count as She applied:
25 of the medium church paddle to each of my buttocks;
10 of the foot long black Delrin cane across my buttocks from left to right.
Then 10 of the same, from right to left.
Then 25 of the same, on my left cheek,then my right.
Then 10 of the same, from left to right, on my sit spot and upper thighs...
Then 10 of the same, from right to left.
Then She had me stand up straight, cover my package with my hand, and landed 10 strokes of it, first on my front and inner thigh, then my left one.
Then She told me to go stand in the corner in the entry way.
I did, with feet close enough together for the ankle bones to touch, my nose in the corner as far as my forehead would allow.
And She told me to start singing... anything.
I sang "I release and I let go" and number of times, then She told me to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat", which I did, several times.
Then She said, "Come to the table, breakfast is ready,"
And I joined Her at the table.
We ate, while reading the Sunday paper....
And She said, She wanted to go into Her room, and watch mindless t.v., just kinda vegetate.
Which She did, while I went about minor chores: scooping the litter box in my room, emptying the porta-potty, fixing the ramp, collecting newspapers for pick up day, taking Her stuff from my room to Hers...
When I went in to Her room, She had shifted to little-s, and was watching "Mrs Doubtfire" on t.v.
In my room, I lay down for a few minutes.
Stitch came in around 1320, to remind me of the time.
I got up, and took a shower...and dressed, and packed, said good bye to her and Stitch, and went to my car, departing around 1350, and at work 1435.
Much more volume at work than I expected for both Sunday and Monday, but nothing stress-inducing.
I did not hear one word or text or message from Her, the whole night....
HsLS 13
HsLO 808
HsLD 12
H UN 35
Her DO? Many
from A Dozen Rules for a Chastised Husband
I comply to all requests She makes, not matter how humiliating I may find them to be.
from Seven Benefits a Man gets from Enforced Chastity
Without my own sexual desires to consider, I focus on Hers.
from Wearing a Chastity Device means
Waiting for an empty cubicle or stall, rather than a urinal, in order to pee.
We started with me, giving Her oral, then intercourse, and a break, then me, using a vibrator, and oral, and intercourse, and more oral for Her....
And during another break, I called Mom for Mother's Day.
Then we got up and headed into the living room, and She said, "Get the spanking bench out."
I did...and took off the briefs that I had just put on, and got on it.
She went into the bedroom for implements, and returned.
And told me to count as She applied:
25 of the medium church paddle to each of my buttocks;
10 of the foot long black Delrin cane across my buttocks from left to right.
Then 10 of the same, from right to left.
Then 25 of the same, on my left cheek,then my right.
Then 10 of the same, from left to right, on my sit spot and upper thighs...
Then 10 of the same, from right to left.
Then She had me stand up straight, cover my package with my hand, and landed 10 strokes of it, first on my front and inner thigh, then my left one.
Then She told me to go stand in the corner in the entry way.
I did, with feet close enough together for the ankle bones to touch, my nose in the corner as far as my forehead would allow.
And She told me to start singing... anything.
I sang "I release and I let go" and number of times, then She told me to sing "Twinkle Twinkle Little Bat", which I did, several times.
Then She said, "Come to the table, breakfast is ready,"
And I joined Her at the table.
We ate, while reading the Sunday paper....
And She said, She wanted to go into Her room, and watch mindless t.v., just kinda vegetate.
Which She did, while I went about minor chores: scooping the litter box in my room, emptying the porta-potty, fixing the ramp, collecting newspapers for pick up day, taking Her stuff from my room to Hers...
When I went in to Her room, She had shifted to little-s, and was watching "Mrs Doubtfire" on t.v.
In my room, I lay down for a few minutes.
Stitch came in around 1320, to remind me of the time.
I got up, and took a shower...and dressed, and packed, said good bye to her and Stitch, and went to my car, departing around 1350, and at work 1435.
Much more volume at work than I expected for both Sunday and Monday, but nothing stress-inducing.
I did not hear one word or text or message from Her, the whole night....
HsLS 13
HsLO 808
HsLD 12
H UN 35
Her DO? Many
from A Dozen Rules for a Chastised Husband
I comply to all requests She makes, not matter how humiliating I may find them to be.
from Seven Benefits a Man gets from Enforced Chastity
Without my own sexual desires to consider, I focus on Hers.
from Wearing a Chastity Device means
Waiting for an empty cubicle or stall, rather than a urinal, in order to pee.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
04.17 diary
Up around 0400 to pee and get a snack...
She was gone, to work, by the time I got my feet on the floor, around 11:30.
I fed my felines, and scooped, and snacked while popping my pills.
I then went out to the garage, and started looking for the boxes She wanted for Her dinner meeting, the next night.
I found the Christmas tree box, and the hibuscus box, but couldn't find the Christmas decorations box until She came home, came in the garage, and pointed it out to me.
Then I sat down to do some toolbox sorting, then took the boxes inside the house... then started on a serious mopping of the kitchen floor.
She left, to run some errand, and I sat down for a quick nap.
She returned home, and told me to pull the spanking bench out to the middle of the floor.
And told me to strip down and get on it...while She went into El, and returned, carrying implements.
She told me THIS was for NOT providing Her with daily orgasm(s)... or even offering to do so.
She began with 18 of a red-handled faux-wood hairbrush on each of my buttocks, on the lower curves near the junction of the thighs.... followed by 18 of the medium holy paddle nearly square in the middle of each buttcheek ... then 18 of the bath brush, up high on each buttcheek.
She took some pictures..... then after I dressed a little, we talked a bit about this guy Lx, who had expressed an interested in being Her sub, at one time, disappeared after our only face to face, and was once again sending Her desperate text messages.
I "sat" a bit, and took notes from the new TV Guide...
Then we both showered and dressed....
And were in my car around 17:55... once again, 10 to 25 minutes later than we planned... oh well, as we were heading for a munch in HB that is billed as starting at 18:30, but it seems whenever we get there at 18:30, it is well in progress.
We arrived ...1835 or so...and once again, it almost seemed like we were late.
We were chowing down on chips and salsa as if we hadn't eaten in a week..... yet it took 35 minutes from our arrival til we were served beverages. A bit of an annoyance.
Then the guest speaker started.... a Mistress who owns Dragonsgate.
I've been to that dungeon once, just about a year ago, so I barely recognized her on sight.
While she spoke, I whipped out a nail file, and began ...filing my nails.
I was halfway through number nine, when Merry turned and hissed, "Stop that, please."
Well... wtf.
Not the place to get into any kind of discussion about it, so I shrugged, and put the file away....
and had an immense feeling of resentment and anger build up inside my chest.
When Miss J finished, she opened the floor to discussion.
A question was posed..... whether or when is it okay for a sub to approach a Domme to inquire about playing...
A woman whom I despise from listening to her ravings at a previous munch raised her hand to answer...
And I excused myself to the toilet, so I wouldn't have to listen to her.
I returned, and checks were being passed out.
I paid ours.... and we prepared to leave.
I was very quiet and sullen on the way home...
And went directly to El, and stripped for bed, and She came in behind me.
I asked for the remote to the tv, which was on Her side of the bed.
It slipped out of Her hand and fell to the floor, so She picked it up... and used Handiwipes to wipe it down.
She set it on the bed next to me and ...I ignored it.
I read a couple days of newpapers , while She lay down, flat on Her back...and started snoring.
I went 'lights out'and tried to go to sleep......
And couldn't.
I was still filling full of resentment ...
And I couldn't sleep.... because of that, because of Her snoring, because of the noise our lively kittens pair were making, as they frolicked around the bedroom...
I got up, went and had a snack, and sat down, and reclined in my easy chair to sleep....
She got up at Her 'pill time', came into the dark living room, and found me...and requested I return to the bedroom and bed....
Which I did....
HsLS 103
HsLO 230
HsLD 8
D UNl 114
from The Ten Commandments
I will confess my transgressions to Her, and never lie to Her.
from My Manifesto:
My raison d'entre is to please Her, to the best of my ability.
Pictures from ..afterwards.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
03.14 diary and Happy Anniversary, Merry!
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Monday, March 3, 2014
03.02 Diary
She had written all over my body in Sharpie, "Liar Liar I lied to my Mistress about smoking" ..
And during my time on this vinyl covered bench, the ink had set into the bench itself.
We tried to get it off with alcohol and the like, to no avail.
She went and fetched the club owner to show him, and he said, "Oh no big deal, don't worry about it."
She asked if I was ready for another session, and I said, "Yeah..but not quite so intense..."
Over the bench I went, with my hoodie underneath me.
She started with twenty of a wooden spoon, which I hardly felt...
Then switched to a riding crop, neatly across my buttocks.... then had me stand up against a cross, and laid twenty smacks of it across the front of my thighs, which I really felt.
Then She sat in a chair, and had me kneel, and give Her oral service between Her spread thighs.
We decided that was enough fun, and headed out.
We stopped at the restaurant for coffee and ice cream, and went on home.
I unpacked the bags....and we all went to bed, around 0200.
Up around 10:00...
And we had some quick sex....
Then we took some picks of my butt "the morning after"
In the kitchen, She was making orange rolls.... and I noticed a package that must have come in the day before... In it was a Wooden Hairbrush.
She had me bend over in the kitchen, and gave me ten or so smacks on each cheek with it.
I used to say, that hairbrushes have no effect on me.
I guess that's because of the material of the hairbrushes we own.
This wooden hairbrush had a definite effect.
Then I had to start getting stuff done... shower, dress, other stuff, to go to work.
It was going to be a busy night at work, due to the award show, and the stress on me was showing.
She could tell.
I asked for stress relief.
She said, "Sex, masturbate?"
I said, "No time..... "
"Oh, okay... "
She fetched the zombie-beater, and I dropped my pants and shorts, and bent over a table.
She applied twenty hard smacks square across my cheeks, then another twenty on each cheek.
My stress somewhat relieved, I headed for work.
Two c on the way....
Two c from arrival to midnight
Busy afternoon leading up to showtime.
Then nothing, for a few hours.
Then, all hell broke loose around 2300.....
Very grateful that my manager came back in, and worked with me from 2330 to 0230.
I didn't ask him to, but he said, "I know how it is on show nights."
Since we really didn't have time..... She and I agreed that this was a black out day, in terms of my daily 'under punishment'.
HslO 134 1/2
HsLS 13
HSLB 10
Day UN 68
Days under punishment 5 / 9
And during my time on this vinyl covered bench, the ink had set into the bench itself.
We tried to get it off with alcohol and the like, to no avail.
She went and fetched the club owner to show him, and he said, "Oh no big deal, don't worry about it."
She asked if I was ready for another session, and I said, "Yeah..but not quite so intense..."
Over the bench I went, with my hoodie underneath me.
She started with twenty of a wooden spoon, which I hardly felt...
Then switched to a riding crop, neatly across my buttocks.... then had me stand up against a cross, and laid twenty smacks of it across the front of my thighs, which I really felt.
Then She sat in a chair, and had me kneel, and give Her oral service between Her spread thighs.
We decided that was enough fun, and headed out.
We stopped at the restaurant for coffee and ice cream, and went on home.
I unpacked the bags....and we all went to bed, around 0200.
Up around 10:00...
And we had some quick sex....
Then we took some picks of my butt "the morning after"
In the kitchen, She was making orange rolls.... and I noticed a package that must have come in the day before... In it was a Wooden Hairbrush.
She had me bend over in the kitchen, and gave me ten or so smacks on each cheek with it.
I used to say, that hairbrushes have no effect on me.
I guess that's because of the material of the hairbrushes we own.
This wooden hairbrush had a definite effect.
It was going to be a busy night at work, due to the award show, and the stress on me was showing.
She could tell.
I asked for stress relief.
She said, "Sex, masturbate?"
I said, "No time..... "
"Oh, okay... "
She fetched the zombie-beater, and I dropped my pants and shorts, and bent over a table.
She applied twenty hard smacks square across my cheeks, then another twenty on each cheek.
Two c on the way....
Two c from arrival to midnight
Busy afternoon leading up to showtime.
Then nothing, for a few hours.
Then, all hell broke loose around 2300.....
Very grateful that my manager came back in, and worked with me from 2330 to 0230.
I didn't ask him to, but he said, "I know how it is on show nights."
Since we really didn't have time..... She and I agreed that this was a black out day, in terms of my daily 'under punishment'.
HslO 134 1/2
HsLS 13
HSLB 10
Day UN 68
Days under punishment 5 / 9
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
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