It's time to be spanked again

I was out of town on a business trip last week for 3 days.  Unlike earlier in our marriage, being apart from Mistress K. is a rare appearance these days.  I just don't travel for business much anymore, which is a good thing.

I was in Miami and one day I went deep sea fishing.  On this particular day things were hectic and I just simply failed to communicate with Mistress K.    I texted her in the morning and let her know that I was about to go fishing and she responded by telling me that she thought it was awesome that I had a chance to go.  Long story short, several hours later she received a picture of fishing activities and then for the next 6 hours, she received nothing.  We had a banquet to attend at the conference I was at and on the way back to the hotel, traffic and other issues caused for us to return late.  I had to rush to shower, shave and put my suit and then hurry down to the banquet and schmooze with the other attendees.  Standing in the shower, I was thinking to myself .... I am beat and wish I didn't have to go to this dinner.  My phone battery was dead, so I left it on the charger and heading down to the ballroom.  Knowing I didn't go to Miami to sleep, I "pressed flesh and kiss babies" like I was running for Mayor or something.  When it was over (I actually left earlier than most and avoided the inevitable "let's go to the bar and get hammered" group that was forming.  I got back to my room, flopped onto the bed and fell asleep in my clothes.  I was beat!

I was awakened by the beeping of the phone which turn out to be a number of texts from Mistress K.  At this point she was not happy that I had not checked in to tell her that I hadn't fallen into the ocean or some other miserable fate.  Shortly after I woke, the phone rang and Mistress K. read me the riot act for allowing her to worry like that.  She said that my not checking in with her after my return to the shore, and before going to the banquet was not acceptable, that she was not happy and in the stupor of deep slumber I heard her say emphatically .....  "48 hours from the moment you get home". Then she hung up the phone after telling me that she was glad I wasn't dead.  Of course that means that I am to receive a punishment spanking within those 48 hours and that it is my responsibility to allow time and a space for that to happen within those 48 hours no matter what!  Failure to do so will elevate the punishment to whole different level .... the kind of level that neither of us wants to have happen!  This 48 hour period expires tonight (Sunday night) at 11pm, so I am certain that I will be sent to bed with a sore and red bottom.

That's not all.  The day after I returned from my trip, I asked Mistress a question about her job that was snarky and wise-assey.  Immediately before leaving for my trip, Mistress had scolded me about my being snarky sometimes when I communicate with her, or in the way I ask her questions.  "Another 48 hours" was her reply to my snarky question.  That 48 hour period expires at 10pm on Monday evening.  It looks like Monday evening will be busy because recently Mistress introduced a new ritual that will be a part of our life into the future, until future notice.  From now on, the second Monday of every month will be "milking day".  On milking day, I am required to remind Mistress on that morning that it is milking day.  I am to remind her again in the afternoon and that I am to see to it that it happens on that, which means clearing any obstacles (family or otherwise) that may conflict with our new ritual.  It's going to be a busy Monday for sure.

Forgive me for being "off the grid" the past several days.  I have so much reading and catching up to with all my blogging friends and others.  It's good to be home!

Sunday, yummy Sunday

Yesterday (Sunday) we, as a family, had a day with nothing on the schedule for any of us.  A rare thing indeed lately.  I was thrilled because it meant that I was going to be able to work on the car in the garage, which is very much akin to therapy for me.  It wasn't that any therapy was needed, but there is just something so satisfying about getting your hands dirty, and building or fixing something. 

While in the garage, I was summoned into the house by Mistress who promptly declared that she would prefer that I be wearing pretty panties while I was engaged in my manly garage activities.  "Yes Mistress", and off I went in to the closet and put on some pretty panties.  I was then excused into the garage to resume my Macgyver-like activies ... with a contented smile on my face. 

Soon, Mistress appeared in the garage to let me know that she was taking all the kids somewhere and would return shortly.  My head firmly buried in my work, I responded with a loving "yes Dear" and off she went.  She returned a short time later and approached me in the garage and tapped me on the shoulder.  "Perhaps we should take care of your punishment now that we have the house all to ourselves?"  You see, Mistress had witnessed my bathroom sink being in an unsightly condition on two separate occasions in the last couple of days and had declared that a punishment would be coming for that.  At that particular moment, I was greasy, grimy, sweaty from the work that I was doing and had asked Mistress if we could delay it because I was at a particular point in my work where it was helpful to keep going.  She looked at me, brows furrowed a bit, paused for a few seconds and just said   "Okay, I guess".  It was clear that that she didn't want to delay but for some reason allowed it.  Maybe it was the sight of her grimy submissive that allowed to her acquiesce.

After just a few moments of thinking of it, I wondered to myself what the hell was I thinking?  I very quickly cleaned all of the grin and stuff off me and went into the house, apologized to her for even suggesting that she consider a delay and asked her if we could proceed with the execution of my punishment.  She was not mad, but she wasn't entirely happy either.  She replied with a "sure" and continued doing what she was doing.  I knew to immediately remove all of my clothes because it is our rule that I be naked when we are alone, unless instructed otherwise.  When I was naked down to my panties, I asked Mistress if I should leave them on and she said "yes, of course".  Once naked (almost) and standing at attention before her, she turned and moved toward the bedroom and said "come with me".  She locked the bedroom door, went and retrieved a small stool that have, put it in the middle of the room and laid 2 large pillows on it.  She pointed and told me to get in position and went to the closet to retrieve her paddle. 

When she returned, she was standing over me and said something to the effect of  ... this punishment isn't for something as serious as your previous punishment (unauthorized ejaculation).  It was however, part of a renewed effort to be consistent with our mutual communication as we discussed earlier in the week at our revealing dinner.  After her comment, I was relaxed, thinking that this spanking could even be a little fun because she was in a good mood, feeling playful and just told me it was for a far less serious infraction than what I was spanked for (ouchy!!!) on Wednesday.  Mistress reached down and gently lowered my panties to just below my ass, and the spanking began.  The first few swats were light, tender and frankly enjoyable.  After that ....... OUCH!  This was my new reality.  My spankings would be meaningful (ouchy), no matter how minor the infraction from now on. 

Mistress let me have it.  She has become especially proficient at knowing how to get that extra sting out of the very tip of her pink leather paddle.  Despite my best efforts to receive my spanking without complaint, I was writhing and yelping in no time as she continued with her very deliberate, painful punishment.  When she finally finished, I was covered in sweat and panting heavily.  She pulled up my panties, had me kneel before her and she administered her usual aftercare.  After I thanked her for my spanking, she said "you're welcome pet" and moved to put the paddle away in her special drawer.  Here is the aftermath.  It doesn't look as bad as it was in the picture and what can't be seen in the picture very definite outline of the end of the paddle on the side of my right cheek. 

This is my new reality.  I am conflicted because the more consistent and more severe spankings is something we both know is needed, and for that I couldn't be more grateful.  On the other hand, it hurts like hell!  I can tell you this .... my sink will be in pristine condition from now on. 

On another note, we had a beautiful night after the kids went to bed from which I was given a few yummy treats.  Details to follow in a forthcoming post.

Last Night

Two things happened last night.  Two very important and profound things as they relate to my relationship to my Mistress Wife.

First, Mistress and I were on a dinner meeting that we occasionally do in order to review things FLM, including things that either of us may have on our minds, good, bad or indifferent.  It's quiet time away from the kids so we can speak about the things we normally can't talk about at our regular dinner table.  At this meeting, the conversation quickly went to me complaining some about not feeling her control, her dominance, her hands enough.  I whined some about how I was feeling neglected and that I was feeling that we have slowly moved to such a routine in our relationship that I feared that I was being taken for granted. 

(sidebar   -   This seems to be a common theme among some of my very good submissive husband blog friends.  One in particular is I'm Hers who has been posting and commenting on similar feelings he has been having on his blog.  If you aren't familiar with his blog, I encourage you to check it out because it is excellent!!  Here is a link:   http://im-hers.blogspot.com/ ). 

Over the course of my talking about my feelings, and trying to be clear that I wasn't unhappy or anything like that, I was coming like a whiney pussy of a submissive man and not the strong, confident submissive that I am expected to be.  It just started coming out.  Unintentionally, I started blaming Mistress K. for how I was feeling as if our whole FLM dynamic was centered on how I should feel from time to time.

In true, epic form, Mistress K. calmly made me realize two things.  Her love and desire for me was not an ounce less than it ever was and that it continues to grow each day.  She was appreciative of me expressing how I was feeling and very expertly made me understand that although how I was feeling was important to her, it wasn't about me.  It was about her.  She didn't just "shove that part up my ass" and tell me to like it or lump.  No, instead she was able to demonstrate how I am able (and frankly required) to better communicate with her about things that are on my mind, again good, bad or indifferent.    She's not a mind reader after all and if in the course of her very busy life she's not able to recognize my tender feelings fro time to time, it's my obligation to make them more apparent to her.  She was right and in no time, I felt waaaay better.

Out of this discussion came two things that she implemented as part of our routine, daily existence.  Beginning today and until further notice, each morning at precisely 5:55 am, I am to have her steaming hot coffee on her night stand and then I am to wake her gently by using only my kisses on her tummy.  The other thing she established is during those times when I need to talk about a situation that is on my mind, I am to formerly address her as Mistress, ask her permission to speak with her about whatever is on my mind before bring up an issue.  I had a recent post about rituals and how much I appreciate them.  Along those lines, I am so grateful and excited about these two new rituals. 

The other profound and important thing that happened last night was I finally received punishment for ejaculating without permission while at play in bed with Mistress.  I didn't know what to expect leading up to this punishment, especially because Mistress had made it clear before that it would be something that I needed to "mentally prepare" for.  I knew it would significant but didn't know exactly what it would be.  Frankly, my biggest concern was that Mistress K. was going to have me masturbate to a full orgasm immediately preceding her giving me a punishment spanking.  Those are the worst!  In the end, it turned out to be nothing more than the longest, hardest and most painful spanking I have ever received from her.  Good old fashioned blistering on my ass with her trusty pink leather paddle.  I thrashed and wriggled because it was painful but as my spanking went on, I could feel my shame and disappointment leave my body, and my love and devotion to her growing. With each swat, I felt that much more devoted to her, despite the pain. When it was over there were no tears (although they weren't that far off if she had continued) but it hurt and I sweating profusely.  I knew when it was about to begin, that it was going to hurt because Mistress had me get a pillow off the bed, put it on the floor and bury my face in it so the kids could not "hear my screams".  When it was finally over, the aftercare was incredible.  It was nothing more than what we always do .... her holding me and telling me that I am forgiven and that she loves me, but on this occasion, because of the nature of the infraction, I needed to be forgiven.

Afterward she got up and instructed me to get into bed because it was time to sleep.  When she joined me, I asked her if she would like an orgasm this night (like I seem to do every night now) and after thinking about for a second, she said yes.  She ordered me to retrieve her Hitachi-like vibrator and then to kiss and lick her nipples while she used it to bring herself to orgasm.  She had realized that giving me the spanking she gave had made her want to orgasm and for me to have to watch, knowing that it was the pinnacle of sexual pleasure that I would not be enjoying that evening.  It was magical and when she was done, she rolled over and before she could fall asleep, I thanked her for allowing me to witness her orgasm (like I always do), for her being the Dominant Mistress I needed her to be at dinner during our conversation, and for my incredible spanking.

What is it about spankings?

There have been plenty of discussions on blog sites lately about the real value (or perhaps the lack thereof) of spankings, in particular as used as form of punishment, training or discipline.  there have been plenty of lucid, logical and reasonable points and comments made on both ends of the spectrum.  To some, they are valueless and merely are used in order to satisfy one's kink, either for the spanker or the spankee.  Ok, I get that, and at the end of the, all of the opinions expressed are real and valid as they relate to each couples individual circumstances within the confines of their relationship.  On the other hand, none of the comments or opinions are valid if those opinions are intended to dispute an opposing opinion.  They are just that .... opinions.  I'll try to describe mine.

Yesterday morning, Mistress K. informed me that at the end of the day, I was going to be spanked, as a punishment, for the recent transgression of failing to get her coffee for her on Sunday morning past.  As it turned out, life circumstances took over which caused all of the energy necessary to properly execute my spanking, to be drained by the end of the day.  I respectfully asked Mistress if we could postpone my spanking punishment for another time because I was dead ass tired and I could also tell that so was Mistress.  She agreed, but with a caveat ........... that it will be more severe than what it would've been had it been performed last evening.  "Yes Mistress, I understand" was my reply.

When we crawled into bed, I apologized to her for the transgression that earned me the upcoming punishment, much the same way I would've following the spanking had it actually been performed.  I truly do feel regret when something Mistress expects from me doesn't happen.  We talked a little about it and I actually said that I didn't like to be spanked.  I mean, I didn't like the actual act of her pink leather paddle coming down hard on my bare ass.  That part hurts.  I also said that the comfort of knowing that I am to face something that I don't necessarily enjoy (the actual burning sting of that paddle), was something that am so very thankful of and that the joy and comfort I get from knowing that I will face a spanking punishment, completely eclipses any negative feeling I may have about the actual contact of the paddle on my bottom.

I've been thinking about it ever since and have come to the following conclusion.  First an foremost, the very fact that my beloved wife will accept the role of my key holder, my disciplinarian, the leader of our marriage, the owner of my sex and the sole source of not my sexual pleasure, but life pleasure as well .... is very emotionally comforting and something that is very important to me.  I also very much love basking in the ritual of being punished by her paddle.  Being required to voluntarily present my naked body to her, in order for her ritualistically spank my naked ass while I hold still in a required position (whatever that may be), is so very important to me, as well as to Mistress K.  The first time I was spanked had a element of humiliation.  After that, the humiliation evolved into a source of pride and became an important, symbolic gesture of my devotion to Mistress K., every time I was spanked.  Also, and just as important, the emotional cleansing that comes from being spanked as a punishment, and the subsequent emotional that come from the after care, is, well, beautiful.   Mistress K. and I agree that the best thing that comes from using a harsh spanking as punishment is that it speeds the process of "wiping the slate clean" and allows us to go forward without the risk of one or both of us carrying any negative feelings forward. 

Being spanked hurts, and when it is happening, I truly want it to end.  But then, usually when the  spanking is over, I secretly wish that it had been longer and more severe than it was  ... that I had been required to put "more skin in the game" so to speak.  I think this happens because as soon as it is over, the pleasure of demonstrating to Mistress that I am willing to participate in something that I don't logically want to do (spanking), is over.  It's crazy, I know.  It probably explains why when I read stories about submissive husband being required to consume their own cum, I always have two thoughts in my head.  One is .... Gross!  the other is Why do I have an erection?

At the end of the day, I am so very grateful to be subject to punishment spankings from my Mistress.  I love you Mistress.

How did your punishment go this morning (by request)

Details of the punishment spanking I received this morning (see blog post title "will be kneeling and waiting" from yesterday as to why), as requested by my friend, Florida Dom:

Yesterday, after Mistress informed me that was to be punished within 48 hours, I texted her and asked if I should be naked, kneeling and prepared to receive my spanking this morning.  She texted right back with a simple "yes". 

This morning, as Mistress left the house to take the children to school, I immediately got in the shower.  i wanted to be sure this  body, that Mistress owns and was about to be presented to her, was freshly cleaned and freshly shaved.  Quickly but thoroughly is scrubbed my body clean and put a fresh shave on my cock, balls and ass.  After my shower I went over and quickly brushed my teeth, cleaned up the clothes I was wearing before I got in the shower and straightened up a little.  I went into the closet to retrieve her pink, leather paddle.  I had every intention of being kneeled, naked and holding her paddle in the palms of my hand when she entered the house.  As I was making my toward the door to kneel and wait, she walked in the door.  i wasn't kneeling but i was naked and I did have her paddle in my hand.  She was very pleased.

At that moment I informed Mistress that I was in a bit of a rush because i was hosting a conference call and needed to get to the office to do that.  Depending on the length and severity of the punishment she had in mind, I wanted to offer her the option of having enough time to get what she wanted accomplished, whatever she wanted that to be.  There was still 24 hours left the 48 hour window.  We had like 6-7 minutes.  She looked at me a moment and simply said ... "go to the bedroom". 

I walked in the bedroom, faced the door and stood there with my hands behind my back.  In 30 seconds or so, she walked through the door toward me and pointed to the ground and said "get on all fours".  I did so right away.  She retrieved a throw pillow from her chair (the "Throne") that she uses in our bedroom, placed it on the floor and told me to bury my face in the pillow with my ass in the air.  I began to worry because for me, this is the most painful position to receive a spanking in because it stretches the skin on my bottom tight.  She stood before me then straddled my body facing away from me.  In no time WHAP.  The first swat came and it was no warm-up kind of slap.  She repeated those until i received (guessing) 20-25 hard swats of the leather paddle.  It was quick.  It was purposeful and it hurt!!!  When she was done, she rubbed my hot bottom with her warm hands for about a minute, then said "up", which means I am to kneel before her so I can thank her or my spanking and so she can apply after care.  I wrapped my arms around her and pull my face into the favorite part of her body right after I get punished.  Her belly.  She rubbed my head and told me it was over and that she loved me.  Then, she pulled her night shirt up so my face could rest on her bare tummy.  Up to that moment, my cock was not hard.  It was not a sexually arousing spanking.  The she symbolically offered me her bare belly to recover in, my cock got rock hard (love boner) as I wallowed there in my sub space.  After another minute she told me to get dressed and go to work.  On this day, under my clothes ... my instructions were to wear nothing, including underwear. 

When I got to the office and shut off the car, I texted her to tell that my bottom was still feeling it ... and then I said "Thank you".

Will be kneeling and waiting

Mistress K. sent a text that included the words "48 hours" and a picture of the full garbage can that remained after I left for the office.  Guh! 

(for those of you that don't know, when Mistress says 48 hours to me, it means that within 48 hours I am to see to it that I receive a punishment spanking.  No excuses, no extending the time ... unless she decides to.  If for whatever reason the punishment spanking is not delivered within those 48 hours, another more significant spanking is then due.)

I so very much hate it went I have disappointed Mistress in even the slightest way.  Not at all an excuse, but I was running around trying to get ready, placing the leather cock ring with ball splitter that Mistress told me to wear today, putting on my suit and trying not to be late for an important early meeting I had. 

When Mistress told me to take out the garbage on her way out the door to take the kids to school, I acknowledged and even said to myself ... "don't forget dummy". 

I forgot.  Guh!

So, tomorrow, when she returns from taking the kids to school, I will be kneeling, naked, offering her the pink leather paddle and then presenting myself for a punishment spanking.  Guh!  Way to go dummy!

Pending Punishment

Last night, I threw a bit of a hissy fit for something really stupid having to do with the dishes.  it was dumb.  Even worse, it pissed Mistress off  to the point that she was genuinely angry and was yelling at me in a way that is not at all characteristic of her.  It's understandable.  She was reacting to me in the very same way I was behaving.  The difference is ... she is allowed to.  I am not!

It didn't take long for me to recognize the error of my ways and soon I was keeling before her while was sitting in a chair (with a scowl on her face), explaining how sorry I was and begging for forgiveness.  it also didn't take long for Mistress to wag her finger in my face and tell me that my behavior was not at all acceptable and that she never wanted to see it again.  I agreed!

We "made up" quickly and soon I rose to my feet to let her resume watching her favorite TV show.  While standing, I asked Mistress if this now meant that had 3 separate punishment spankings coming my way instead of the 2 that have been pending for several days (real life has prevented Mistress from attending to those).  Without hesitation, Mistress said "No.  The other 2 punishments you have coming will be far worse than they would've been otherwise.  Now leave me be".  

It was a chilling comment.  One that has me nervous (more than usual) about my still pending punishments.  Really nervous.  Mistress has never really threatened harshness in her punishments before so i don't have a reference point to know exactly what that means.  We still have our vows renewal ceremony coming up in the next few days and I'm not sure if Mistress intends on incorporating these punishments into the 2 days we will be spending alone at a local resort, if she intends to get it out of the way before the ceremony. or if she intends on letting me stew in my nervousness until after our ceremony. 

I have a feeling it's going to hurt

Last night, after a tough day at the office, I came home to indulge in some therapy .... car repair.  I put brake on my car.  I love working with my hands and love doing mechanical things.  It turned out to be more complicated than I anticipated (because of rust and stubborn bolts), but eventually, I got it done.  I came inside, kissed my Mistress and went into the shower.

After that, I fixed myself a STIFF cocktail and went down the street to a buddy's house to hang out for a while.  Did I mention it was a stiff drink?  Yeah ... it was a stiff drink.  I walked back home, laid down on the couch and almost immediately fell asleep ... but, Mistress had fixed me something to eat because I had mention I was starving.  After eating it, I almost fell asleep again, only Mistress had decided that she wanted her feet rubbed.  NOW!

Have you ever been so tired that every fiber in your body screams LET'S SLEEP NOW?  Uh huh, me too, and I was feeling that right when Mistress was telling me to rub her feet.  I soldiered through it (or so I thought), whining like a bitch the whole time, which apparently took away from the pleasure of Mistress' foot massage.   When I asked Mistress if I was done, she pulled her feet away from me, glared at me and said "yes, but it's gonna hurt"!!

She gave me a lecture about how my devotion to her cannot only be apparent when I am horny.  My devotion to her need to be apparent ALWAYS.  She was absolutely right of course.

I have a feeling it's going to hurt.

The Paddle and the Plug

this morning after showering, shaving and otherwise being ready to get dressed for work, I approached Mistress as I usually do to inform her that I was prepared to dress for work.  I also  had a particularly good shave of my cock, balls and bottom this morning, so I kind of wanted to show it off for her.  The time was 7:30am.  30 minutes later would have been the expiration of the most 48 hour notice of a punishment that was intended for me for a stupid, stupid, stupid infraction that occurred on Monday morning.  I did not prepare and deliver Mistress' coffee. 

Mistress told me that I would be wearing my glass plug day and was prepared to dismiss me to insert it and get dressed. 

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As I am obligated to do, I informed Mistress that the 48 hour period for which receiving my mandatory spanking was about to expire.  Without hesitation, Mistress acknowledged that indeed that was the case, and that she was proud of me for not allowing another infraction to occur by not informing her.  She also informed me that only one of my pending punishments would be administered that morning. The other punishment was because I did not have her glass of wine prepared for her when she arrived home from running an errand ... something she had specifically instructed me to do before she left. She then instructed me to go get her paddle, go lie on the bed with it and wait for her.  She said she expected to find that my plug was already inserted when she arrived to administer my spanking.

Mistress walked into the bedroom and found me naked, laying on the bed face down with the pink paddle laying across my bottom for her to use. 

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She administered the punishment while expertly admonishing me for being forgetful and inattentive to her daily needs.  She spanked me good.  Not as hard as some of my recent punishment spankings (nor as hard as the "playful"  one she gave me when she returned that wonderful Friday after drinking with her friends), but let's just say that I knew I was getting spanked. 

As I receive my spankings, I am trying to become better at not reacting to the sting of the paddle as much so as to not put Mistress K. in a position of having to wrongly be concerned about whether or not she is spanking too hard.  It's a goal of mine for Mistress to only have to decide on how hard and how long my spankings should based on all factors other than my willingness or ability to take what she is giving. 

When she was done, she told me to lay on my side and she came in and lay herself beside me, spooning me and rubbing my freshly reddened bottom.  it was the first time our aftercare was like that and it was wonderful.  i did not want to leave and I found myself wanting to be swallowed up inside her.  When she said it was time to get up, I asked her if I could lay on top of her, insert my cock inside of while i stared into her eyes.  "I promise, just slide it in and no pumping", I said.  She said no.  I asked then if I could lay on her and look into her eyes for a few minutes while she remained fully clothed and she said yes!  Yay!  I love moments like those!

A few minutes later she told me to get up because she had to go to the bathroom.  I got right up, stood next to the bed and watched rise from it.  When she started toward the bathroom I wanted to follow her like a puppy but she told me top get dressed.  Get dressed is exactly what I did.

The next punishment time is unknown.  Mistress did not place a "48 hour" tag to the infraction of not having her wine ready.  I think it would be best however to inform Mistress that the 48 hour period for that is expiring this evening, in case she believes she did make it a 48 hour notice.

Shit, you'd think I would learn.  Guh!  I really do not like it when i earn a punishment spanking.  Yes, the spanking hurts but worse, I have disappointed Mistress K.

Punishment - Well at least it's overwith

We are having record rain here in Phoenix today.  Chaos reigns as people try to make their way to school and work.  I took Mistress K. nearly an hour to get to the school and back, when it normally takes only 20 minutes, round trip.

While Mistress was gone, I was working and was mired in some drama at the office, completely immersed in my little world.  Mistress K. came home, and was doing various little things around the house when she came over to me while I was sitting in the chair, started kissing my neck.  It was awesome the way she was being all cute and flirty and attentive.  My first thought was Mistress wanted to resume the cock-therapy that took a hiatus over the weekend, and as such, my cock instantly became super hard.  Mistress K. had other plans.  She whispered something in my ear.  Can you guess what it was?

First I'll tell you what is wasn't.  It wasn't "mmmm, pet you are so sexy ... how about I let you masturbate to a full orgasm on my ass?"  No, it wasn't that.  It wasn't .... "how about we forget all about your little transgression yesterday of not having my coffee ready for me?"  No it wasn't that either.  What she did say made me break out in an immediate sweat.  She said  "why are your clothes still on?"  Yeah, that just happened.  I was so immersed in my own drama and the drama of the weather that I did not make sure I was naked upon Mistress K.'s return from taking the kids to school.  Her next words were even more ominous.  "Let's go take care of both punishments right now".

Mistress K. stood there and pointed to the ground, indicating where my shorts needed to be in a big hurry.  I lowered them immediately and began to try and talk Mistress out of punishing me on both accounts, to no avail.  She had me retrieve her pink leather paddle and had me follow her into the bathroom, where she had pulled out her vanity stool for my to lay across. Mistress delivered 30 lashes of the paddle for the coffee infraction yesterday and 20 lashes of the paddle for the "not being naked as required" infraction this morning.

They hurt .... especially the last 20!  Alas there is no picture of the aftermath.  Frankly, I forgot to ask Mistress to take a picture of it because I was too busy rubbing my red, sore ass.

The aftercare was wonderful as always and while kneeling naked, sweating and with a burning ass, I hugged Mistress and thanked her for my punishment.  I cherish the way we are together in aftercare.

It hurts now

Mistress K. and I recently had a nice regular meeting to discuss our FLM.  We both agree(d) that we love what this lifestyle has brought to our marriage.  I told her that now, whenever I have a sexual fantasy, it ALWAYS includes her.  I didn't tell her that because it was what I thought she wants to hear>  I told her that because it has become the truth, naturally.  I truly do not have any desire for sexual gratification that does not include Mistress.  Sure, it may include other women when I fantasize, but never, ever in the context of being alone with that woman or women.  In every instance, Mistress is of course the Dominant one, even in those fantasies where she is used sexually like san insatiable slut.  In those fantasies where another woman may be involved, Mistress is always the Alpha Domme, even if the other woman is also a Domme.

In any event, part of our conversation was about spankings.  As I promised I would, I let Mistress K. know that I thought that the punishment spanking (the ones intended to deter abhorrent behavior) needed to be significantly more severe.  I even said that I knew I would regret saying this to her each time I was subject to a punishment spanking, but I felt that I needed to be honest with her about it.

Yes ... well, yes, um ..... ow!  I have had one punishment spanking from Mistress since that conversation.  It was in the morning.  For the first time in a very long time, while sitting at my desk in my office wearing panties, I could still feel the tingle and itch of what had been a sound spanking from hours before.  That spanking hurt!

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That isn't a picture of the actual aftermath.  It is an actual picture of my ass after what Mistress used to give as a punishment spanking.  If Mistress will allow it in the future, I will ask her to take a picture of my ass after her new version of punishment spankings.

Well, this morning Mistress K. had to wake at 5am to take one of children to a sports activity.  Last night, both of use were down at the neighbors and I had a good bit to drink so when we got home, I asked for permission to go right to sleep and Mistress said yes.  Well, I walked right past the coffee maker which is a place I would normally stop so I could prepare the coffee maker to start brewing coffee before we woke up.  Long story short, Mistress did get up early, did take our child to the sporting activity and did accept my apology for not having her coffee available for her when she woke up.  Whew!

Then it came.  The text that read simply   .............   48  ............  All I could do was gulp, swallow and fret about what will be an upcoming punishment spanking that will result in my ass being on fire.  Shit!

Cock-Therapy contnued

This morning was crazy. 

On her way out the door to take the kids to school, Mistress whispers to me "be naked, have your bowels empty and your ass ready for me when I get home".   Oh boy ...............

I wasn't sure if Mistress was intent on continuing the cock-therapy training this morning or not.  I did have an idea that something was going to end up in my ass though.  I did as I was told and she returned, I was working at the computer.  She stopped by me, kissed me and said "stay here until I call for you" and disappeared into our Master suite.  10 minutes or so later she summoned me in with her and there she was, naked, gorgeous and wearing her strap on harness and blue rubber dildo.  The blue one is still small, but it is bigger than the red one we had been using.  She also had her pink leather paddle in her hand. 

She called me over to the side of the bed and had me bend over the bed.  She informed me that she was gong to give me a punishment spanking right now because i forgot to do something with the dog yesterday and in the caused the dog to pee in the house.  She was not happy about that!  Mistress proceeded to punish me with the paddle.  it was obvious to me that she was intent on giving more severe, more significant paddling's when a punishment spanking was due.  She seems to be adopting more and more the idea that a punishment spanking really is beginning once the whimpering and complaining starts.  It hurt.  Only on very rare occasion have I been able to feel the lingering effects of a spanking hours later.  Now, as I write this 7 hours later, i can definitely feel the lingering effect of my spanking this morning.  When it was over , Mistress had me stand, turn and then kneel before her for aftercare.  Remember, she was wearing her strap on with the dildo in place, so it was something different for to kneel before her with her cock staring me straight in the face.  I didn't think she had designs on me acknowledging her cock when she had me kneel because it's not her style, but I didn't know.  She didn't.  She pushed it to the side and it basically rested on my neck and shoulder while she administered the aftercare.

Next, she had me stand, then sit on towel she had laid out on the bed.  The coarseness of the towel was immediately felt on the stinging, burning part of my ass i was resting on.  She left the room to go into our closet.  My cock was soft as i was recovering from my punishment.  It was starting to come to life like it always does during aftercare but this was a harsh enough punishment that it was still soft.  I was sitting on the side of the bed when she re-emerged in the room and informed me that we were going to continue with our cock therapy now.  this time she had me count the number of strokes of her well-lubed, beautiful little hand on my cock.  I can hardly last at all when she strokes my cock with her hand, but this time I was able to go well over 35 strokes before I had to tell her to stop.  if you remember, our goal was 30 and anything less than 30 would result in that many more swats from the paddle.

Mistress was so proud of me and in turn I was proud of myself.  I felt empowered and was rock hard and horny.  She was sweet and tender when she told me to turn over so she could fuck my ass.  She turned me over, bent over the side of the bed, told me to put my hands behind my back and tied them together.  She smeared lube all over my rear hole and pushed a small silicone plug into my ass.  At first it didn't have a lot of lube on it so it was burning.  I immediately became discouraged that i wasn't going to be in any condition to take her strappy that looked so sexy on her.  She did everything right.  She didn't let me whine my way out of being fucked like she had intended.  She forced me to find a way to deal with it and to give her what she was there to take ... my ass.

She expertly smeared lube all over the cock and my bottom hole and gently but firmly pushed her condom covered cock into my surprisingly eager hole.  It was amazingly comfortable, even natural and my bottom accepted the intruder easily.  Mistress smeared tons of lube all over my cock, ball and ass and methodically massaged my balls and perineum while slowly working the cock in and  out of my ass.  I could've gone on like that for Mistress for hours but she abruptly stopped, told me that she has business to attend to and told me to clean up the toys while she got ready to shower.   

I had never felt like that before.  I was so eager to continue.  i was so eager to be taken to places that i had never ben before.  To have my boundaries pushed.  I was getting lost in the deep abandonment of the whole thing when it was abruptly over.  I felt completely used.  I loved it!

I think Mistress and I discovered a few of things this morning.  A most severe and significant punishment routine is effective and useful.  The sub will likely perform so much better when it comes to premature issues following a ruined orgasm, even the next day, and lastly, the subs ass can take Mistresses cock better, faster and easier than ever before.

It was a crazy good morning.  I love you Misrtess K.

Let's see how you do today

Thursday morning, Mistress was intent on continuing my cock-therapy.  For those of you just joining us, cock-therapy is training that Mistress is putting me through to increase the amount of time I can have direct stimulation to my cock and not have to fight off the urge to cum (stop), when Mistress is wanting a spontaneous, good, hard fucking.  Of course it can be accomplished with desensitizers and with the use of the cock sleeve, but that takes planning and therefore isn't spontaneous.  Her training plan isn't scientific, but she is interested in seeing how it will work.

Mistress called me into the bedroom and in a methodical, clinical manner, explained that we were going to be continuing cock-therapy today while she was removing her clothes.  Watching her do this was getting very excited and aroused and by the time Mistress commanded me to enter her and see how many pumps I could go before I had to stop, I was super horny.  The previous day (day 1) is was able to have 7 good, long, slow pumps before having to stop to avoid cumming.  Quite disappointing to both of us.  It resulted in 23 hard swats from the pink leather paddle.

As was the case on the first day, Mistress wasn't done and decided that she was going to get her orgasm and had me get her vibrator for her and she proceeded to have her orgasm.  Beautifully so I might add!  She was still a bit mischievous after her orgasm and instructed me to see if i could make myself orgasm by straddling her tummy and humping the air above it, while i looked down on her. Although it is something i aspire to do some day, and have come close to doing in the past, i wasn't able to on this occasion.  Without hesitation, Mistress instructed me to re-enter her pussy, give it 2 quick pumps, withdraw and see if it could cause myself to have a ruined orgasm that way.  That was all I need.  Boy did I ever have a ruined orgasm, futilely pumping my cum from my rock yet neglected cock, directly onto her tummy. 

Mistress instructed me to clean her up and then she surprised by having me re-enter her pussy yet another to see how many thrust I could go (after the ruined orgasm) before I had to fend off the urge to cum.  This time the number was 60.  Mistress looked at me, smiled, got up from the bed to leave the room, kissed me and told me to clean up the mess before getting ready for work.

She had that "I think we may be on to something here" look on her face.

Summoned to the bedroom

Wow, 3 posts in one day.  A new record for me I think!

While generating my first post here today, I was summoned to the bedroom by Mistress K.  Right after she summoned me, she laughingly asked if that sent a shiver down my spine, not knowing why I was being summoned.  I admitted that it did given one the topics we had discussed the night before about punishments.

I walk into the room and there she is, naked and laying on the bed.  her beautiful red hair framing her beautiful face and she held out her hands, inviting me onto the bed with her.  It was beautiful.  She rolled over onto her tummy and had me worship her body with those little kisses and gentle bites that she likes.   She forbade me from putting my mouth directly on her pussy or bottom hole to which i whimpered .... "oh pleeeeease can I?"  She said no.  When Mistress doesn't feel clean there, she will not let me get anywhere near it.  I wish she would.  But, I digress.

After 10 minutes or so of Mistress body worship, she rolled back over onto her back, spread her legs and invited in between her legs.  Not to enter her mind you, but to tell me the reason she summoned me.  She called it cock therapy. Cock therapy?  What is cock therapy, I asked?  She describe cock therapy as something we would be doing in an attempt to train me to not be so eager to cum the minute i am inside her.  During cock therapy Mistress choose a number.  Today that number was 30.  I was to lubricate my cock and insert it into her yumminess and then I was to count the successive thrusts I could go without having to stop in order to avoid an orgasm.  Whatever that number would be, would be the amount of punishment spankings I would receive.  Obviously the goal being to train me to be able to thrust into Mistress more each time in order to avoid a stinging, burning red ass.  I made it to 6 and had to stop.  I was so horny after being away from Mistress for almost 6 days, then being denied any sexual attention upon my return home, then being allowed to worship Mistress's body just moments before.  So the number of punishment spanks was set at 24. 

Mistress then told me to see how well I would be able to do while wearing pinky (our cock sleeve).  I thought to myself OMG, I am so horny that I might just cum putting the cock sleeve on.  I was able to get 32 thrusts before i was certain that was going to cum.  We were in the missionary position and Mistress was really moaning and pulling me into her by my butt and it was an incredibly beautiful thing to see.  I was amazed that I was able to make it to 32 given the fact that i can almost come by simply watching her in the throes of sexual pleasure.

"Get my vibrator" Mistress said.  I immediately got it, turned it on and handed it to her.  She took it rolled one leg to the side exposing her beautiful pussy to me and i watched as she nestled in just the right spot on her clitoris.  "Get inside me.  I want to cum with you  inside me", she said.  I slide my sleeve covered cock inside of her and watched as she began to each orgasm.  Watching Mistress orgasm is about the most incredibly beautiful thing there is for me and right when she was about to get there she told me to start thrusting.  It was only a few thrusts before I knew I was about to ejaculate so I pulled out .... right when she started her orgasm.  needless to say she was none too happy and when she was done and had gathered herself she said "that will be 10 more swats for pulling out when you did.  And they are going "GOOD ONES"!.  All I could do was apologize and acknowledge the added 10 lashes. 

She got off the bed and had me bend over the edge and she gave me my 24 spanks for the cock therapy.  Then 10 gave 10 more that were harder than the first 24.  When she was done, she tossed the pink leather paddle on the bed, walked toward the bathroom and told me to cleanup.

I am co thankful that we will be on a training program to help with staying power.  I love this woman!!!

I didn't mean to cum

Sorry everyone.  I've been negligent in posting and replying this week.  it's just been one of the weeks in the vanilla part of life.  I won't bore you with the details, but suffice it to say it's kept me away from blog land.

On Tuesday morning, right after I wrote my previous post "punished", I got into the shower the minute Mistress returned from taking the kids to school.  Before getting in, she let me stand before her, kiss her neck and rub my nakedness up and down on her.  I got rock hard in 2.3 seconds!  I was kind of in a hurry so I kissed her and rushed into the shower.  While I was in the shower, Mistress suddenly appeared.  Our shower is big, has three shower-heads and is one of those walk-in showers.  It could hold four people at once without a problem.   On those occasion when does appear, she will sometimes just watch me shower, or shave my cock, balls and ass, or sometimes she will stand and watch while I bring myself to the edge repeatedly for her viewing enjoyment.  other times, like today, she has a handful of lube and like to call me over, stand at attention and stroke my cock, teasing me to the edge and then denying me.  This is what she did that morning. 

It was awesome.  She was stroking my cock, edging me, stopping, then edging me again.  While stroking she told me to squat, without letting go of my cock.  She never did that before and while lowering myself, my balls became very exposed.  She was still stroking my cock and with her free hand, she cupped my balls so tenderly.  In a nano-second I was about to cum and told her and she immediately let go .... but it was to late.  I was having a ruined orgasm.  A small amount of semen dribbled and on to the shower floor.

She looked at me with disappointed then angry eyes.  I had just ejaculated without permission.  I had just had an orgasm, albeit it a ruined orgasm, without her permission.  I was mortified.  I didn't know what to do.  She then grabbed my cock again, starting stroking it some more and immediately induced two more ruined orgasms.

She stopped, silently stood and said she was not very happy with me for what I had just done.  I begged with her to understand that the combination of being stroked by her while squatting low to the floor, and then her soft, beautiful surprisingly cupping my balls was just something I couldn't control.  I begged her to understand.  She stood there above, me still squatting, semen pooled on the shower floor below my throbbing cock and balls.  She told me to stand and although she seemed to have tempered her anger/disappointment some, she did inform that was going to punished for what just happened.  She said it didn't matter that she didn't stop quick enough, it was up to me to be sure that I never steal an orgasm, ruined or otherwise from her again, and that allowing myself to ejaculate without her permission would not be tolerated.  She told me to clean the mess on the floor and walked off.

After my shower, I shaved and finished getting ready for work.  I went to her naked, as I do every morning, to inform her that I was ready to get dressed.  She was seated at the computer doing some work and she immediately stood up and led me into the closet.  On the way she informed that she was going to administer my spanking right then.  Holy shit I thought.  Mistress has been especially harsh with spankings lately and I thought I was going to be in for it this coming.  I mean after all, stealing an orgasm and ejaculating without permission is a serious offense in our marriage.  She had me get on my hands and knees and immediately began to punish me with her pink leather paddle.  It hurt on my freshly bathed, naked bottom.  I was absolutely certain this as going to be the time Mistress really laid into me with her paddle.  She gave several swats and then 5 or really hard ones and then abruptly stopped, walked over to me, told me she was done and had me hug her while kneeling naked and red-assed before her, for aftercare.

Maybe she had sympathy for me because I hardly ever ejaculate while being teased and denied or edged.  Maybe she knew is was running late for an appointment (I actually was), or maybe it was something else but Mistress was surprisingly lenient.  She handed me a pair of panties that she had selected and told me to get dressed for work.  She put her paddle away in her drawer and left the closet.  Before I could get dressed, I had to get a hand towel to dry myself off with.  It was warm in there.  As walked out the door, I apologized profusely for my infractions and thank her for being lenient in my punishment.  She just looked at me, then kissed me goodbye.

Punished

Early last evening, before dinner, we had a few moments we knew we would be alone in the house.  Mistress looked at me and said "let's go and get this spanking out of the way".  She led me into the bedroom and locked the door, then led me into the close where she keeps her paddle.  I followed and immediately upon entering the closet, I removed my shorts and underwear.  As is the case, that moment right before getting my punishment spanking is cause for much anxiety.  Mistress has been more and strict and severe with her spankings recently.

She ordered me to stand against the wall at the far end of the closet and took her position behind me and started right in on spanking me.  There was no tenderness.  There was no warm up.  She told me to massage my balls which had been firmly encased in the splitter cock ring all day and to stroke my cock while I was being spanked.  Mistress could tell from my recoiling and my complaining that it was hurting pretty good.  Mistress told me to be quiet and that we didn't have much time. In no time my bottom was really stinging and it had Mistress asking me if I was sorry.  I told her I was so very sorry and began to plead with her to stop.  I begged while she continued to bring the paddle down to meet my red ass.  While still spanking and at what turned out to be near the end of my spanking, Mistress would ask if I thought I could take any more.  I didn't answer.  She asked me again if I thought I could take any more.  I still didn't answer.  Mistress finally stopped and told to sit up on my knees so she could hold me and I could hold her.  This has always been a favorite moment for me because it when is feel super close of Mistress.  There is just something so very special being naked with a burning ass and in an intimate embrace with my Mistress while she is telling me how much she loves me.  It is a very vulnerable moment that we have together that I truly cherish!

After it was over, Mistress made me look at my very red ass in the mirror.  I did and it was very, very red.  As we were returning to the living room to wait for our children to return from the neighbors house, I asked Mistress why she asked if I could take any more.  She didn't answer.  She just grinned at me then kissed me gently.  I told that I wasn't trying to be defiant by not answering when she asked, it's just that I was afraid to give the wrong answer.  I felt that both a yes or no answer would be disrespectful to her.  It was at that very moment when the correct answer occurred to me.  I told Mistress that "whether nor not I was capable of taking more hard spankings was not something for me to decide".   She just smiled and walked toward the kitchen.  While we were still waiting for our kids, I had a very strong urge to reveal to Mistress K. that I felt that I needed to be truly punished more often.  She just smiled and said "OK" with a small smirk on her face.  Just then the kids came running in the door.

i didn't forget this morning

Yesterday morning (Monday), as she usually does, Mistress took our children to school.  I was working at the computer and was mostly engrossed in what i was doing when each of them came over to kiss me goodbye for the day.  I cherish that moment i have with each of my children when saying goodbye, even if it is for a only a few hours.  I stopped what i was doing so i could give each of them my full attention when saying the i love you's and goodbyes before they left for their day.  After they left, i returned to my work and found myself fully engrossed in short order.  So much so in fact that when Mistress returned home, she realized immediately that i had failed to perform one of the basic functions of our FLM, which requires me to be naked in her presence when we are alone, unless otherwise instructed by her.  She walked briskly past the chair i was sitting in and without stopping or looking at me said "follow me" and then disappeared into the bedroom.  That got my attention.  I thought i was either going to get to have sex with her, or she was going to edge me, or other tease and deny me, or something really cool like that.  It took me several seconds to finish what i was doing enough to leave my workstation and met her in the bedroom and when i walked in, there she was, pink paddle in hand, pointing to the arm of the stuffed chair indicating that i had better lay over it and offer my ass for a punishment.  

I actually did not know why she was about to punish me.  I thought we had "settled up" on all scores.  Her response to my not knowing why i was about to be punished "wrong answer.  Want to try that again?"  Still i didn't know what i was about to be punished for.  She told me to get out of my clothes and get over the arm of the chair and that moment it occurred to me why.  I failed to be naked in her presence.  One of the most basic rules in our FLM.  I was genuinely sorry that i wasn't naked when she came into the house.  Her only logical response was "well obviously it was important enough for you to remember.  I'm going to help you remember".  She helped me remember and reddened my ass!  This morning, exact same scenario, only this time, i was eager to so show her my nakedness the second she walked in the door. 

I had an 8:30 to be at and told her so.  She had me come to her in the kitchen and kneel before her.  She proceeded to tell me that today i would be wearing my butt plug.  In addition, i was to begin to beg here right there and then to think about me during the day.  Then i was instructed to tell in what ways i had hoped she would think about me during the day.  I hoped she would think about me masturbating for her ... me performing sex acts on her that would culminate in wonderful orgasms for her ... me performing sex acts on myself for her viewing amusement ... her using her strap-on on me and otherwise using me like a nasty little slut.  (notice how i didn't ask her to think about ways to punish me)  After telling her those things, she instructed me to stand and before sending me to take a shower, she said that touching my penis in any fashion other than to clean it in the shower or to urinate was prohibited today.  I mentioned to her that i had always thought that was the rule anyway and she simply said "shut-up, don't talk back to me and come over here and kiss me on the neck".  I did all of those things and while kissing her on the neck, pressed my rock hard cock against her yoga pants-covered ass and she scolded me for already not understanding the "no touching of the penis rule".

I went into the shower, clean my entire body (was very carefully to minimally touch my cock while washing it), inserted my pink, glass butt plug.  Got dressed, kissed Mistress goodbye and left for the office.

How did your day start??

Ouch

There were 2 postponed punishments that were to come my way during that past week.  Real life had prevented Mistress from punishing me for a variety of reasons.  I knew that I was due the punishments, but frankly had allowed the knowledge to slip back into the middle of my mind rather that at the top of it.

This morning was a lovely morning.  I was working on the computer like I do most mornings.   Mistress had taken the kids to school, like she does most morning and while she was gone I got into the shower.  It was a wonderful shower.  I put a nice fresh smooth shave on my cock and balls for Mistress.  After I was all done preening, I was naked and walked into the kitchen to fix a little breakfast before work.  Mistress was back from taking the kids to school.  We exchanged some delightful small talk when Mistress said ........... "Let's go take care of at least one of those punishments that you have coming."   A giant lump appeared in my throat as I watched walk toward our bedroom.

I followed dutifully and walked right to the drawer in our closet where she keeps her paddle.  I returned to our bedroom to find that she had prepared the padded arm of an easy as the place where I was to be punished.  I dutifully laid my naked body across it and Mistress proceeded to administer my punishment.

Holy shit!  It hurt today.  A lot!!!  Mistress was clearly uninterested in my begging for her to stop and continued to paddle my naked bottom over and over.  It hurt!.  I begged her to think that she had paddled me enough but for a few minutes, that was met with silence.  Finally, she said "tell me your sorry".  I said I was sorry and began to plead with her some more.  She did stop then but did shortly thereafter.  Did i mention that it hurt?

Then she walked to the middle of the room and called me over, told me to kneel at which point i wrapped my arms around her while she was standing.  She asked me to tell her that I loved her, which of course i did, with emphasis, and held her tighter.  She told me to stand up, handed me the paddle to put away and told me to get dressed for work.  My previously rock-hard cock was soft, my ass was on fire and i had a thin layer of sweat over my entire body.

Um, yeah ...............

As I always do, i informed her that i was about to get dressed and she told me to wear my naughty-girl panties today because i was naughty.

I went to get dressed.  I slipped those naughty-girl thong panties up my legs and over my still-stinging bottom.  Right then i knew that the spanking i had just received was harder than normal.  I finished getting dressed, my erection had returned in full forced and on my way to leave i went over to Mistress and hugged her from behind.  I told her i was wearing my naughty panties because i was naughty.  I don't know why, but I chose that moment to tell her that my slut hole was always available to her.  She looked at me and paused for a moment, and then said simply said "of course it is". 

I thanked her for my spanking and kissed her on the neck and left for the office with a completely full tank of energy.  i love you Mistress.

* Another UPDATE * Spanked Today

At 8am precisely, I was standing beside Mistress's bed, leather paddle in hand.  i leaned to kiss Mistress awake and She was groggy and obviously was being roused from a deep slumber.  i told her that it was 8 am and that i was present and ready to receive my punishment.  She said ............... "I am so tired .... we will have to reschedule".   my shoulders slumped and i let out an audible sigh that caught Her attention.  She said "I'm sorry baby, i am just so tired.  "Go put your butt plug in and go to work".  All i could do was say "yes Mistress" and walk back into the closet to put away her paddle and to retrieve the glass plug".   Why did She so effortlessly and without regard to how it made feel ... decide to postpone?   Because She can!!!  No other reason is needed.

i lubed a finger and inserted into my bottom to loosen it a bit before putting the plug in.  It is not a large plug but larger that the one it replaced.  After loosing myself with my finger for a minute or so, i pressed the plug against my bottom hole and slowly pushed it inside me.  Since it was the initial attempt at entry, there was a small amount of resistance but nothing at all like i was used to.  On the second attempt, it slide inside me comfortably as if it was meant to be there, and plopped into place.  Now, off to the shower i go.

i am conflicted on how i feel.  It is 8:15 as i write this and i am grateful for having bruises and deep redness on ass right now.  On the other hand, i know that it has only been delayed and not forgiven and i get to relive the worry leading up to my punishment one more time.  As an added bonus, i have my ass filled with a butt plug that my Mistress told me to wear.  i believe it will be a good day.

*UPDATE* Spanked Today

It won't be today.  Today is just not possible for a variety of real life reason.

i texted Mistress earlier today and asked if we could schedule the corrective punishment for 8 am local time, Wednesday morning.  i did this because at 9:54, the 48 hours since Mistress declared a punishment was to take place will expire.  If it were to expire, it would mean another, more significant punishment.  She agreed and now i will be punished shortly after i wake in the morning.

Wish me luck.