Early Christmas Present

I did some Christmas shopping yesterday.  While I was out I came across this .....

It was in a store that had upscale kitchen items and was in among many other wood utensils.  I bought it for Mistress, and not because she has a shortage of wooden utensils in the kitchen.  It was if it jumped out at me and said "hey buddy, you and I are going to get to know each other very well."  When I went to the counter to pay for it, the middle aged sales lady suggested that I buy the wood oil that is used to preserve it.  She said that after a lot of use in the kitchen, the wood can dry and crack from being used for cooking and washed so often.  I said  "no thanks ... it wasn't going to be used for cooking."  There was obvious innuendo (at least to me) and she smiled just a bit, looked at me for a second, smiled again and continued to ring up my purchase.  I think she had an idea but was simply too gracious to imply anything to a complete stranger.  I thought about telling her what it was going to be used for, but I too am gracious and wouldn't dream of imposing such information on an unsuspecting person.

I gave it Mistress K. immediately upon returning home.  It was a Christmas gift but I didn't want to have to explain to the kids why dad made such a big deal about giving mom a wooden spoon on Christmas morning.

Here is another view:

You'll notice it's curved.  Mistress gave it a "tender, light test run this morning" and was thrilled to discover that the curve of the spoon matched the curve of my behind nicely.  As such, this little gift of love that I gave to my Mistress can deliver two very distinct and different types of ouchy!  I already know from a different wooden spoon that we have that the back side of the curved delivers a concentrate amount of stingy ouchy at the point of impact. 

With the business of the season and other vanilla things taking so much of our waking hours recently, Mistress K. and I have had little time to be together in our natural state.  We both expressed how much we "missed each other" lately and can't wait for the hustle of the season to be over.

Merry Christmas and Happiest of Holidays to all of my dear friends I have made over the past few years.  I can't even begin to tell you how important each one of you is to me, even though we have never met. 

Funny How Things work out and evolve

See this .....

This is a piece of small wood trim that is an excess piece of a small project Mistress K. had me do.  It's roughly 3 feet long, it is light, whippy and very much cane-like.  I know that a cane is round which it what makes a cane especially insidious as a spanking implement.  I have long been thankful that Mistress K. has never wanted to utilize a cane as part of her punishment repertoire.  This "cane", as Mistress now calls it, is resting on an island that we have in our closet.  The thing the stick is sitting on is an island in the middle of our closet that contains drawers,  The top (pictured) is about waist high.  This island is roughly 7 feet long and roughly 20" wide. 

When I finished the project, and had the excess wood trim, in a joking fashion, I presented it to Mistress K. as I sometimes do with her leather paddle, in what I thought was a cute way to tell her I was finished.  She was excited I was finished with the project, took the piece of wood from me, slapped it in her hand a couple of times and immediately ordered me into the closet.  She pointed toward the closet and said "let's take care of your long-pending punishment right now".  I hesitated and was now fearful because it was clear she intended to test-drive her new "cane" on me right then. 

The kids were not to far from the now locked bedroom door and so Mistress took me into the closet and closed it's door as well.  She ordered me to strip naked and to lay face-down on the island described above.  Mistress immediately discovered what a perfect punishment table this island was going to be, especially in trying out her new "cane".  When it was all said and done, with the kids oblivious to what we were doing, but still, just outside the bedroom door ...  and with Mistress having never used something that was so .... um, cane-like,  my spanking was less intense than it could otherwise have been.  Mistress K.'s soft, gentle soul will usually allow her to default on the side of caution in a situation like (discovering something new).  That being said, Mistress and I both knew that a new implement had been discovered as well as a new venue.  Mistress really, really enjoyed having me laid-out there at just the right height for a spanking. 

After it was over,  I was sweating, breathing hard and lost in the subspace that I encounter when I am allowed to hold Mistress and thank her for my spanking after I get one.  As I held her it occurred to me, I wanted for Mistress to take me to the very edge of boundaries when it came to receiving a spanking.  Neither of us know where that is exactly, but something at that moment told me that I needed to tell her that I was hopeful she would be willing to take us on a journey to both discover where my limits actually were.  After my aftercare, Mistress was straightening up and the thought kept nagging me in my head.  Ask her for this now, or you may never have the courage to ask her again. 

With that I went over her and asked her if I could ask her for something.  That's our protocol, if I desire something, I need to ask permission to ask for it, as opposed to just asking for it.  I asked her if I could ask for something ............ then exhaled!  She said yes and I mumbled and stuttered but got the words out.  "Mistress, will you please consider taking me to the edge of my limits so we can both know where that actually is?"  *Gulp ........  "Of course I will y love", she replied.

What's that old saying?  Be careful what you ask for?

Here it comes I'm afraid

Yesterday, I blew up at Mistress.  Not because of anything she had done, or done wrong even.  It's just that I was at a peak of frustrations that had nothing to do with Mistress or our lifestyle.  Shit from work (people are sometimes just weasel-ass fuckers, aren't they?) and I was frustrated at a stupid faucet on a bathroom vanity that Mistress wanted me to install. 

In the several wonderful years that we lived in our FLR, I have so very rarely allowed my frustrations in things that don't include mistress, to come out in frustration for Mistress.  yesterday was one of those days.  I am so very proud of my Mistress Wife.  She knew the benefit of letting me blow off steam before she approached me to calmly ask me to settle down.  When I didn't settle down ... she had very little interest in accepting my behavior and very sternly let me know!  It took me a total of five minutes for me to come to senses and realize that not only did I blow up about essentially nothing, and certainly nothing to do with Mistress, but that my being pissy like I was is not something that should affect Mistress .... in any way  .... ever.

We are all good.  In fact, we are even better than we were because each of us continues to grow in our respective roles.  There was nothing sexual at all about my outburst, nor in her commanding that it end.  Nothing at all.  Recalling this non-sexual event however has me hard as a rock because the only thing I can focus on was how Mistress did not waiver, did not back down, did not engage in an argument with her lunatic submissive husband.  Instead ... she ended it!  I love you Mistress.

Have a great weekend everyone.  Mistress and I are planning to head back to the mountains this week for an 3 day weekend. 

SHIP

P.S.  Mistress did mention after the episode was over that the punishment I am still waiting to receive from a previous infraction (because she said it requires enough space and time to be able to execute in the manner she had in mind), will now be "significantly more escalated as a result of our little episode".  After saying that to me, she kissed me on the head, patted me on the ass and left the room.

Punishment Spanking on my mind

Over the past few days, I've had punishment spankings on my mind.  Not fantasies (well not all fantasies), not questioning it use or importance in my life with Mistress K. (I never have a single doubt about), but more along the lines of how and in what context.

I told Mistress K. about a very short dream I had the other night that mostly included a spanking wall.  We were somewhere (I don't know where) and we were with people (I don't know who) that we were with in a banquet room (I don't know why) eating dinner or something at a table that probably sat 10.  The chair next to me was empty (Mistress K.'s seat I presume) but the rest of the table was full.  Oh, and I was naked and wearing a ball harness that is basically a Velcro secured piece of rubber that wraps around the base of my balls and separates them from the rest of my body.  Mistress will sometimes have me wear this under my clothes.  Also, it has a "D" Ring attached to it.  Even though I was naked, it didn't seem at all out of place.  I was engaged with everyone else at the table in witty banter when all of a sudden Mistress comes up to me, grabs me by the ear, pulls me to my feet and begins to scold me for something.  I don't what for though.  She is NOT happy (thank God it was just a dream).  She attached a leash to my balls harness and roughly pulls on it indicating that I should follow her.  She leads me into a room and on the far wall there are three hooks.  Two of them are high and have cuffs attached to them and the other on is the same height as my balls harness.

She leads me to this wall, still obviously not happy with me for some reason.  She secures my wrists in the cuffs and attaches them to the hooks in the wall.  It fully stretched my arms and body although my feet are still comfortably on the floor.  She attaches my balls harness tightly the third and by doing so, it pulls the entire front of my body flush and tight up against the wall.  I'm scared shitless.  Not because it appears that I am about to get a punishment but because she is obviously not happy with, I mean really, really not happy) and I don't know why.  Standing there, securely bound and pressed to the wall, she whispers behind me in an obviously angry voice .... This is going to test your boundaries, your devotion to our marriage and your courage.  With that she left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving me all alone in that position.  Then I WOKE UP!

When I woke up I was so relieved that it was a dream because I never, ever want for Mistress to be angry like that toward me.  I told her about it briefly and we haven't had any time alone to discuss it further other than for her to say "I like the sound of that wall".

Then, when browsing this morning, I came across this story from Femdomous:

http://www.femdomous.com/femdom-sex/one-orgasm-two-spankings

Take a moment and read it.  It's a fantasy site that has all kinds of Femdom stories, but I mostly like it because there is always a sexy drawing accompanying the story.  This story happened to be about what I believe to be the absolute worst kind of punishment spanking there.  The dreaded post-orgasm story.  If you are a submissive man, and have ever been required to an orgasm immediately preceding a harsh punishment spanking, you know what I am talking about.  It's the worst!

Mistress K. has done this to me on only 2 occasions in the past.  I can tell you I high degree of certainty that is never something I want to have happen to me again.  Did I mention it was awful?

Submissive men .... do what you are told and behave yourselves soyou can minimize the chances of this ever happening to you. 

Dominant Wives/Women  .... if you ever want to really emphasize the punishment part of a punishment spanking. this will do it.

I'm pretty sure that these two things are a primary reason that I have had spankings on my mind the last few days.  Oh, that and the fact that Mistress owes me 2 punishment spankings.

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!

Spanking Boot Camp

Could this fellow be in boot camp in this picture?


I have read at a number of sites/blogs about spanking boot camp.  It seems that everything I see and read only talks about in the past tense, or in such a way as to assume the reader is familiar with the basic idea of what it all entails.  Maybe I'm just as dork, but I'd sure love to know if there is a definition of what Spanking Boot Camp is, what it entails, how it's done. 

Can any of you, my dear friends and readers, help a guy out?  If you know, and wouldn't mind educating an eager yet naïve submissive husband, I would surely appreciate it.

Have a great week everyone!

Question from K in New England answered

I have noticed that more experienced blogger friends are creating new posts in order to answer the questions that they receive.  I've just been answering them in a follow up comment, but I think it's easier to keep track of this by posting it this way.

This question from K in New England was: 

"have you and Mistress talked about sharing/cuckhold and is that something either of you are interested in? Her bringing in another woman to partake in play/punishment or her becoming involved with another man and creating a cuckhold arrangement? Thanks. K"

Hi K.  Thanks for stopping and for the questions.  Always nice to see you!

 

Mistress and I have only talked briefly about sharing/cuckholding.  When we did, it was not something either of us indicated that we wanted to try.  Mistress K has, on occasion, playfully suggested during play that someone else might have to take over if I wasn't up to the task and even once help my bottom open while I was straddling her and mentioned that someone could come up behind me and fill me up.  She didn't elaborate on who that someone could've been, and neither did I.  I merely moaned a little and said "yes Mistress".  It was obviously playful talk.  There may even have been a tiny nugget of wishful thinking on both our parts, on both occasions.  That being said, Mistress has said that she doesn't have a desire to cuck me and quite honestly, I don't think my tender could talk if it were to become a reality. 

 

On the other hand, I have encouraged her to consider bringing on another woman in whatever capacity might interest her. I know, double standard, right?  I'm just being honest.  But, if that were to ever become a reality, I know it wouldn't have the same negative emotional affect on me.  When I do encourage her to bring on another woman, I am genuine when I say it. Whether that other woman was someone that would punish me alongside her, be submissive to her alongside me, or even be dominant to her, I think it would be a wonderful thing that she would enjoy.  However unlikely it may be, I have no delusions that there would be any sexual contact between and whoever this other woman might or could be.  I have a recurring fantasy about being brought by Mistress to a place where she receives a sensuous massage (with several happy endings) where I am caged, bound or secure in some way, and only able to witness her getting pleasure.  In those fantasies, the masseuse is always a woman, but I suppose it doesn't have to be as long as the pleasure she gets does not include her getting fucked or sucking his cock. 

 

 

Thank you again K for your wonderful questions!

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!

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.

Who in your life knows about your blog?

I came across this blog entry that deals with how the identity of private, intimate blogs can get revealed: faerie learns to fly: It Slipped Out.  In it the blogger talks about actual people in your real life knowing about the identity of you blog, and therefore having a glimpse into the most private parts of your life. 

Way back, in a previous post (too lazy to try and find), I wrote about how Mistress called me in an urgent hurry one day because her BFF was having some issues with her husband in her marriage, and Mistress K. thought she/they would be a good candidate for FLM.  Because of our mutual desire for discretion, Mistress K. wanted my permission to reveal our lifestyle to her friend.  It took me about 2.3 seconds to give her all of the approval I could muster.  I don't actually know why I did it other than I guess the whole idea of someone else in our lives, someone we could trust with discretion, would know about my submissiveness to my Wife, and know about our lifestyle.  It appealed to the exhibitionist nature that I have so I did not hesitate giving my Mistress my approval.  I even offered to allow this friend to be able to call and talk to me about her things if she wanted a perspective from the submissive husband's point of view.

Well, that conversation eventually did happen and we talked about all kinds of things.  Why did I want this in the first place?  What was in it for Mistress K?  Is it really possible for me, an otherwise overly dominant person in the vanilla world, to be truly happy being a submissive husband ......... that actually gets punished by being spanked on my naked ass?  We talked all through those things.  An hour and a half later, when it was time to say goodbye, I revealed to my wife's friend that I had a blog that had very intimate details about my life and my marriage to her dear, dear fried.  I didn't tell her the name of the blog because I didn't want to force something on her that she didn't want to know in the first place.  I told her that the blog exists, and if she wanted to read it, I'd gladly reveal it to her.  She was intrigued, thought about for a moment and said "you know, let me think about that for a couple of days".  She eventually declined to know the identity of the blog because she felt, at least for now, the intimate details of my marriage to her best friend did not need to be revealed for her to contemplate her own FLM journey with her husband. 

As they say, the shit is out of the horse and she knows enough about our relationship to qualify her as being in the know.  If she felt she needed, or even just wanted to know the identity of the blog, I'd be good with that. 

Back from the Deep Woods

On Wednesday afternoon, I left for the mountains of Arizona and my wife and kids have every intention of meeting me there on Friday afternoon for the long Labor Day weekend.  Long story short, Mistress K. was unable to make it there because she had to attend to a family member that suddenly got very, very sick.  The good news is that the family member in question is doing much better and looks like will pull through.  The bad news is that i just spent the entire looong weekend alone, with my kids and Mistress K.  During our time apart we had some interesting conversations and texting (I'll get in to some of those in upcoming posts) as we were both very horny for each other.

I returned home this morning (Tues.) around 10 am.  Right before I arrived home, Mistress had just completed one of her runs and was still trying to cool down. The kids were already at school and once i unloaded the car, I removed all of my clothes in order to comply with our standing rule.  Mistress was on the phone with someone that was really annoying her. I stood dutifully beside her, naked, hands behind my back in order to ask her if she wanted to join me in the shower.  When she was able to break away from the call for a second, she told me yes.  I waited a few second more and she was done with the call.  She looked up at me from her chair and said (almost apologetically) that she wasn't in any kind of sexual mood whatsoever.  Without hesitation i replied, that's ok babe.  She was tired in the mind from tangling with the idiot on the phone and from the stresses of the previous 3-4 days and just wasn't in any mood to even think about sex. 

I tried very hard (and i think succeeded) not to let on that i was disappointed.  I knew i was disappointed and she knew it too.  At the of the day though, it truly DOESN'T MATTER if am disappointed because it is not at all about me.  I know that, and in an odd way I was proud to be able to demonstrate to Mistress that I wasn't going to try and impose on her good nature by pouting or talking her into playing, even though she didn't want to.

She joined me in the shower and shit was good to see her naked body after not seeing it for 6 days.  I want so bad to drop to my knees in the shower and wash every inch of her body, but she was not going to have any of that.  I went about my business and cleaned myself, shaved my cock, balls and ass smooth while she watched, and just went about my business of getting myself clean and smooth.  When I was done, I left the shower to shave my face and finish before getting dressed.  I walked back to the steamy shower, looked in and told mistress I was ready to get dressed.  She was rinsing her hair and simply said, "I don't know what to have you wear today.  let me think about it".  OK was all i could muster and left the bathroom to go sit in the in our bedroom to wait for her.  She emerged from the shower and since time was getting short, I went to her and hugged her from behind, pressing my cock against her beautiful ass and i began to kiss her neck.  She said "I want you to wear regular clothes today" and shooed me off to get dressed.  I just turned and dutifully walked to the closet to get dressed, not wanting her to get the impression I was pouting. 

After I was dressed and was ready to leave, i cam out into the family room to find her on the couch wearing a towel.  Her was still kind of wet and not styled.  She was wearing zero make up and she looked magnificent.  I leaned down to kiss her goodbye, lingering and taking in her freshly cleaned scent as I nuzzled in her neck.  I kissed her once more and stood up to say goodbye and she said "I want you to put your cock in me for just a minute".   I reached down to untie my shoes and she said "leave them on" just lower your pants.  I was hard in a nano-second while she opened the towel to reveal her beautiful naked body and freshly shaved pussy.  I lowered myself onto her as she guided my cock into her pussy.  I felt the urge to cum in just a few seconds and she warned me I had better not.  She made the comment that i need to work on not needing to pull out so quickly to avoid cumming.  I apologized for disappointing her that way.  I don't want for her to ever feel the need to find someone else to replace me when she has the need to feel a cock inside of her. 

After resting inside of her for a few minutes, she told me to remove my cock and to let her juices dry on me.  I asked her if I could put my mouth on her pussy and she said no.  She told me to get dressed.  While i was getting dressed I was thinking I will confer with Mistress on what she thinks is the best path for us when it comes to my feeling the need to cum so quickly.  I suggested that we go to dinner tonight to have our regular discussion about the status of our FLM.  It is my belief that we need to focus on my being trained to be the things that Mistress wants in a husband and lover, and that more frequent and severe punishments might be necessary to accomplish those things.  There is  no reason that any Mistress should ever have to accept anything less than what she wants sexually from her submissive.  Ever!   I know that I will probably regret saying this, but there should be swift and harsh punishment if she is disappointed in me. 

I went to the office and i could feel her juices drying on my cock and I could smell her on my hands.  It smelled like heaven.

Stand up

Lately, when I hear Mistress say those little two word-type of commands like "stand up" or "come here", I think I am either in trouble or about to be edged.  Last night, Mistress and I were sitting on the couch watching TV.  The kids were laying in our bed, watching TV, and were decidedly NOT asleep.  I didn't see her, but Mistress looks over and see the glass that was holding my cocktail was not on a coaster.

"Stand up", are the words I hear that tears my attention from the TV.  I'd ask why.  Now, I just stand.  There was a ruler left on the coffee table from when the kids were doing some projects earlier in the day and all of a sudden it was in her hand. 

"Turn around" were the next words to come from her mouth, followed by "lower them" referring to my shorts.  At this point I thought Mistress was just being playful because we both knew that the kids were NOT asleep.  She wasn't playing and repeated "lower them", only this time it was in a tone that left no doubt.  I lowered my shorts and she swatted my bare bottom three time, pretty hard.  At the moment, she absolutely wanted to go on, but became overly concerned about one of our kids walking in the room.   "Up" she said, making a motion with the ruler to raise my shorts.  "Sit!"   I sat.

She looked at me with obvious frustration that she couldn't continue to paddle me with the ruler.  Nothing more was said of it.  Although it wasn't too painful, I sat there with three distinct, thin strips of stinging on my ass as we continued watch our show.

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 try to be good

I sent the following GIF picture to Mistress K. from the ONLYSHECUM's tumblr site. 

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It was Friday, a fun kind of day, i was feeling playful, so i sent it to her and told her in the text that the caption was

"it keeps him from getting over zealous"

 

I thought Mistress would get a kick out of it, plus i thought it was a super hot picture.  Mistress promptly replied with a picture of her own.  It was a picture of a sink full of dirty dishes and she had her own caption, which read "so does this".  SHIT!  I had kind of shitty morning and after i got dressed i forgot to check the sink before leaving for the office.  It wasn't 30 seconds later that the next text came and it merely said "48".

 

For you new followers, that is the signal Mistress gives to me to let me know that I am required to see to it that the punishment takes place within the next 48 hours.  Failure means a further infraction.

 

Damn it!!!

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.

Plugged and pouty

Shortly after Mistress told me to insert my plug, she informed me that she was going to visit a friend for "a few minutes" and then she would be back home in plenty of time to go the neighbors party.  One of the things about Mistress K. is that she is often late.  When she is late, and it only affects me, there is no problem of course because I am a dutiful sub.  When her being late affects others, I can't help but get a little frustrated.

Well, on this night, she was late.  On this night, when our friends and neighbors were expecting us to arrive with our portion of appetizers to contribute to the party, Mistress was still with her friend going over decoration options for a bit of a remodel she is doing.  I went to the neighbors house alone (wearing the plug) with a cocktail in my hand.  Apologies all around for showing up empty handed but promising that Mistress would be along shortly with our contribution to the party.

45 minutes later, Mistress calls me home to help carry over the food.  I was clearly unhappy that Mistress's lateness was going to be the cause of us being the last one's to arrive with our contribution to the party.  She apologized to me for making it appear that we are rude and not appreciative of other people's time.  She told me the same things she always does and that is nice she and her friend got to talking, she lost track of time.  She told me that her friend felt so bad about keeping Mistress and causing her to be late, that she begged Mistress to give me a blow job in order to make it up to me. 

Mistresses friend is not aware that we live in an true FLM and that Mistress doesn't have to give me a blow in order to make it up to me.  She doesn't know that Mistress could've just come home and told me that there was no problem and that I would be punished for being pouty with her, and the situation would be smoothed over right then and there.  Her friend only knows that Mistress and I have a great deal of love for each other and that Mistress like to make me happy (if she only knew ...).  Anyway, Mistress still made it fun by teasing me that her friend begged her to suck my cock.  Even though it was not intended to fit in as part of our lifestyle (even in an ironic way), it was still a sexy dynamic. 

The party was fun but I left earlier than Mistress because the effects of my cocktails were wearing off and I was getting sleepy.  I went home laid down on the couch, while the kids were running around the house having fun.  While at the party, I asked if Mistress was going to do "what she was told" by her friend and suck my cock when she got home.  She simply asked .... "did you shower?"  I said I hadn't .... yet but was going to later. 

When she got home from the party she told me to meet her in our bedroom.  When the door closed behind me she told me to take off my shorts and get some lube.  She was going to edge me.  While edging me, she noticed that I was not smoothly shaved and asked me what this was about.  I told I was sorry for not being smooth for her at that moment.  While stroking me, she looked me in the eye and said "48 hours" (9:30 on Sunday night).   SHIT!  That feeling of regret for having disappointed her came rushing back.  I hate how I feel when she has determined that I will be punished because it means she is disappointed with me.  She brought me to the edge.  I pleaded with her not to make me cum and then she stopped stroking my cock  and simply turned and walked away.  not only was I wallowing in my regret, I had been a particularly bratty sub husband this evening because of Mistress being late and all.  Yes, I was teasing but I was also being a brat to emphasize my point and Mistress had mentioned on more than one occasion that she was well aware of my bratty behavior.  We were with friends when she made comments like "I'm going to beat you later" and "He'll pay for that later".  Even though our friends believe it is just harmless kidding, I knew that Mistress meant it and that she would remember it the next time she punished me.  I'm afraid there will be some extra stinging on my bottom in the next 48 hours.  We'll see.

After Mistress walked away, I jumped into the sower and cleaned my body really good.  I shaved and very carefully made myself as smooth as possible in those areas Mistress requires it of me.  I couldn't wait to show her.  You know, like a child that knows he is in trouble, has a punishment coming and tries to "soften the blow" by eagerly demonstrating what a good boy he is?  When I emerged from the bathroom she was tending to the children.  I returned to the couch.  When she was finished with the children, she called me into the bedroom once again, locked the behind us, turned to face me and pushed me gently so that my back was against the door.  The she pulled my t-shirt up and had me hold it in my teeth and then grabbed the waistband of my shorts and roughly pulled them down, stripping me naked.  Then she got on her knees and started to suck my cock.  It was amazing.  She held me against the door and sucked my cock like I had no choice in the matter (I don't actually, but ...).  When she could tell that I was getting to the point of having an orgasm, she stopped, stoop up, kissed me on the cheek and whispered .... "that was from _______________ (her friend)".  She then informed me she was going back to the neighbors house for one more drink and some chat with the lady of the house and that she was only going to be a few minutes.   Here we go again ............

She returned from the party, went into the bedroom and 5 minutes later texted me and told me to meet her there.  I went in and she was laying on the bed wearing only panties.  "Take off my panties and then come and put your cock in me"  Holy shit!  That was the sexiest I thought I had ever heard!  I did and climbed up on the bed, got between her legs, paused for just a moment to look at the beauty before me and relish in the fact that I was about to be allowed to be inside of her.  I am always so appreciative f the fact that she will allow for me to touch her body and especially will allow me the honor of being inside of her.  I never take that for granted.

It wasn't long before I knew I would be coming.  For some reason I felt that she was intending for me to have a ruined orgasm this way.  She's done it before and it was the most amazing thing ever.  Then, I was to thrust inside of her until I am there and then pull out and without any direct stimulation, I was required to empty my balls on her tummy.  It was so fucking awesome ... then ... but alas, I was not meant to be this night.  She said "DON'T YOU DARE CUM!  You will not be cumming tonight".  She told me to go get my cock sleeve (pinky) and come back to finish the job.  After putting it on and resuming my dutiful place between her open legs, I re-entered her with pinky and could feel her melt in pleasure before me.  She was moaning in delight, lost in the pleasure of being fucked properly.   Then it happened ............. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, followed by "Mom, are you in there?"  followed by jiggling of the locked door handle.  That was it, over.  "we're done" she said and got up to go tend to the children.  "Go clean up", she said as she made her way to her robe and to the door. 

Later I asked her if she wanted me to remove the butt plugged I had been wearing for her all afternoon and evening.  She thought about letting me sleep in it for a moment but decided against it and told me to remove it.

I loved every minute of it.

You decide today

I woke before Mistress, as I usually do everyday.  Normally I can tell when is getting up and then I will rush over to her and ask her if she is ready for her coffee then or not.  On this day, she looked like she didn't feel good but asked for her coffee anyway.  Naked, I scurried off to the kitchen to fix her morning beverage.  She was outside walking the dogs so I left it on the counter, where I normally leave and hurried to get in the shower. 

Sidebar ....... while I was in the shower, I cleaned myself really, really, really, really good.  Lately, ever since Mistress trimmed, almost shaved my body hair, I am loving how it makes me feel (like a slut) and I find myself lingering in the shower.  Not inappropriately mind you, just lingering.

Anyway, after my shower, I went to Mistress, naked of course, to let her know I was about to dressed.  Then was when I discovered that she was dealing with a migraine and didn't want to be bothered.  I told I was sorry for bothering her and kissed her on the forehead (you know, to help with her headache).  She told me that it was up to me to wear whatever I wanted to wear today under my clothes.  I said yes Mistress, and turned to walk in the closet.  It took about 1.2 seconds for me to decide what I was going to wear.  it was ..............  this:

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I just got off the phone with Mistress.  She has recovered nicely from her migraine and asked what I had decided to wear.  When I told her what it was, she perked right up, and then called me a little slut.  I immediately smiled and began to adjust my pants because my cock was swelling rapidly.  She let me go because I was late for a meeting but I am so happy to know that this wasn't one of those headaches that completely immobilize her. 

I also had a dream last night that was troubling, and caused me to wake up in a bit of a panic.  Nothing life or death serious, but serious nonetheless.  It was a short dream. In it, I had just masturbated to orgasm in a room, behind a door when all of a sudden Mistress walked in to discover what I had just done.  She was pissed.  She didn't know I was doing that, she didn't authorized me to touch myself, pleasure myself and certainly did not allow to use an orgasm that she owns, yet there I was, in all my glory, covered in my own cum and immersed in shame.  She was pissed!!!!  Then I woke up.

Did you ever have one of those dreams that was so scary that it affected you for several minutes after you woke up?  Yeah, this was one of those times.

Riding Crop

Years ago, before we entered into our current, acknowledged Female Led Marriage, we bought a riding crop.

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We would use it when we role played/s scenes during our "vanilla" days. It has some sentimental value to me because I remember it being one of the first D/s - BDSM style accessories and I can remember the complete and utter thrill that went through my body standing in line at the adult super-shop, waiting to pay for this. After, that person at the register was going to know that I was going to somehow engage in kink after my purchase. How naughty. How scandalous. Fast forward to yesterday when, after cleaning some things in the closet, Mistress K. came across our old buddy he riding crop. She laid it on top of my shorts so I would be sure to notice it when I changed clothes after work. And yes, I did notice, even slapping my hand hard several times, and then trying it on my ass, trying to anticipate what this thing would feel like during a (now) real punishment spanking. Fast forward again to this morning, after Mistress summoned me to the bathroom to be groomed, but before the actual grooming. She entered the bathroom with crop in one hand, a devilish smile on her face and lube in her other hand. She started jerking my cock, teasing it, trying to get it harder than it already was (not possible). She starting teasing me with the crop, She started slapping various parts of my body. My ass of course. I think she too wanted to know what it was going to be like to use the crop for a future "real" punishment. She slapped my erect cock quite often with soft swats from above, and she swatted by ball several times with softs swats from below. She used the crop to indicate that I was to spread me legs. Then spread them wider and wider till they were nearly as wide as the would go and still allow me to be able to stand. Then she used the crop to guide my hands to be placed behind my head. I was in the most vulnerable position and she was just beginning to explore various parts of my body with her newly re-discovered toy. She was having a ball alternating firm but gentle swats with crop with deliberate, slow stroking of my lube covered cock. I'll tell you. I believe that she is slowly trying to associate the urge to orgasm with the pain of a spanking. I told her once of a story I read where the Mistress was trying to achieve the ability to train her slave to be able to orgasm merely from receiving a spanking. Mistress K. didn't say that is or would be her intention, but I do remember she seemed to have great interest in hearing that story. As I mentioned in a recent post (the one previous), I thoroughly enjoy being objectified by Mistress. Standing there, arms behind my head, naked, legs spread wide, vulnerable and knowing that I am about to be positioned in such a way to be groomed, was wonderful. I could not keep my eyes off my Mistress while she was walking around my body having her fun with her crop.

There (pointing to the floor)

I just returned from dropping off the kids at the daily activity while we are on vacation. It means that we have the house to ourselves for about an hour. Eagerly i pulled up in front of the small cabin we are renting in the mountains, threw it in park and rushed inside. Once the door closed behinf me, i kicked off my shoes and slid my gym shorts to the floor whille pulling my tshirt up over my head. I knew to become naked the second i was in the house. I found Mistress in the bathrooom, freshly showered and applying her makeup for the day so she was slightly leaning over the coubter. She was naked except for a pair of super sexy lace, thong panties. i wen't up bhind here, pressed my now hardening cock against her ass and tried to be playful with her. She said, we don't have much time before we have to go so ......... i interupted and said "well then can I cum inside you then?" "No you may not, but thank you for asking", was her reply. Will you edge me? will you ruin me? Can I masturbate to the edge??? Please , anything ............ "No, we barely have enough time for you to receive your spankings that are coming to you. My eyes widened. i wasn't expecting that at all. "THERE" She pointed to the floor at the foot of her sink in the bathroom. "Get on all fours there". As i got down on all fours, she went to the sink, ran some water and rubbed all over my ass. She obviously felt like we truly didn't have enough time and wanted the full benefit of a spanking to be realized sooner rather than later. She started spanking my wetted ass with her wet hand. In just a few minutes she told me to stand and get dresses. "Before you go, you may look at your ass in the mirror" Even though the spanking wasn't painful hardly, my ass was as red as it ever was after a spanking. After looking at my red ass in the mirror and the image of Her in her panties right next to me in the mirror, i couldn't help but ask if i could cum right then. Go get dressed was all she said.