New Belt

The very very very naughty dog

ate my favorite, old, heavy, weathered and worn belt.

It was my very favorite.

I as so so sad :(

But...as Master didn't want his pants to fall down,

He purchased a new belt.

And...all new belts, need to be broken in, right?

"Lay over my bed, little girl," he commanded.

I was so excited.  

I laid over the bed and he quickly

began with medium strength lashes. 

It was stingy...and not completely in a good way.

I was trying to get into the right head space,

but it was really stingy.

He asked if I loved His new belt 

and I shook my head, NO!

That didn't help my case.

He continued on but about ever five,

he threw in a HARD lash...

but immediately after the strike,

He stood behind me and pumped into me.

His hard body against my lashed skin 

made the strike melt into ooey gooey warmth and wonderfulness!

Okay, Ya, I love the new belt!

(especially when it is wielded like he does!) 

Happy Birthday Belt and Dildo to Me!

Well...I don't know where to start.

This is my birthday week and Sir is starting out with a BANG...

We awoke spooning and snuggling.
That's how we sleep, typically...touching and snuggling together

This morning, I reached over and held his balls and cock,
as he loves me to do.
He started playing with my nipples, pulling and twisting and squeezing.

I was getting so aroused, before I'd even opened my eyes!

He rolled me on my back and fingered me and began speaking...
getting my head in the game...until I was so in the game I could hardly breath.

He made me cum twice when I asked him if he would...
please...
um...
give me three good ones with His belt.

He was so amazingly sweet.
He told me how much he loved it when I was embarrassed about that.
He was sweet and ordered me to get the gigantic dildo and
explained that He would help stretch me out and that I would
have a few more orgasms prior to His Belt

He did just that.
First, he made me give the enormous dildo a blow job...
moistening it with my saliva instead of lube.

He suckered and nibbled and bit while fucking me hard with the dildo.
I came and I came and ... oh lord... I was squishy and mushy when

he pushed my legs off the bed and jackknifed off the bed himself.
He pulled my arms over so I was laying over the side of the bed.

He walked around the bed with his Belt in his hand.
He didn't warm me up or warn me that it was coming.
He just...HIT.

But just once.  He hit my ass hard with his wide leather belt.
It burned and thudded and surprised and ...

AHHHHHHHH

He fucked my pussy with the dildo until I was so close, then...

THWAAT
the belt hit across my ass with the same intensity.

Before I took a breath, he did the same thing,
he fucked my pussy with the dildo until I was about to cum,
then stopped.

He repeated that several more times then

THWAAT

I was arching my back...it felt so good.
I wanted more...harder...more...
but he was back to the dildo.
Just as I was changing my mind, that I just wanted the dildo...
you guessed it...

THWAAT

I was begging...Please...please harder...please more...please.
I was wound.  Wound tight.  I wanted...
I wanted more
I wanted to cum
I wanted to be beaten with his belt
I wanted it harder
I wanted.....

ANYTHING...

I was a big ball of need!
Please - as hard as you can...Please
(yes, I actually begged for that...
what the FUCK is wrong with me?)

THWAAT
THWAAT
THWAAT

They were hard and one right after the other.
My feet never picked up,
My hands never left the bed,
I was in heaven.
His belt never felt so good.
He fucked me and i came...I came and came.

Happy Birthday week to ME!

One Good One

SNAP

He stands next to me
and snaps the folded over belt together.

"Bend over my bed.
I know you want this,
your breathing is faster
and right now your pussy is getting so wet."

I take stock...
I can tell that,
my eyes have dilated
my breathing has quickened
I want this.

SNAP

"Don't make me ask this again,
or I will hit your legs instead of your ass."

Oh, I have that internal war...
I want this so much...
BUT
I am being stupidly rebellious.

I slowly stand up and turn around and look at Him

"Since we have company, 
I can only do one...
so I've got to really make it count."

I bend over the bed and
take one breath and

TWACK

OHHOLYSHIT!

FUCKCRAPDAMN!

Ohhellthathurt

Oohhoooohhhhhthatwasoh

my back arches and my pussy is now drenched

Why Only ONE???  Why company??

PLEASE MORE!

Good Morning

This morning I was snuggled in my bed.
I was sleeping on my stomach and so warm and comfy.

Sir gets up before me and typically I wake when he does,
simply because of alarms and movement.

But this morning...I woke when he pulled the covers off my bodySMACK
It happened that fast.
Before I could roll over or figure out what was going on,
he used his belt .... over and over.
He warmed up my ass as the fog of waking left me.

It took almost no time - two or three strokes in
and I was panting...
my body reacting...
my hips raising.

"On your knees, fiona."
(not good morning, not love you)
Oh I love him!

I raised to my knees,
my head and shoulders on the bed,
and his strokes increased.

He reddened my ass and my thighs

Moving from one place to another.

I was so hot and so turned on and so on FIRE.

He worked my ass and then....

stopped,
Grabbed my hair,
turned my head to face him,
kissed my forehead and said,

"Good morning."






As a side note:  he called this afternoon and said,
"I really enjoyed this morning, fiona.  I think we need to make a practice of this!"

OMG, I so wouldn't mind that!

When He Spanks Me

Sir holds my arm, bent behind my back
my back to his front.

"Bend over."
"Please, I just want a hug."

"I'll give you a wonderful embrace,
just as soon as I have reddened your ass.
Now bend over."

I bent over and Sir rewarded me.

He bent me over,
pulled down my pants
and gave me Six of His Best.

Then pulled my hips back to slam
against his ROCK HARD COCK.

Man, it's insane how much it turns me on,
how much I am GRATIFIED,
by the simple fact that he gets rock hard
when he spanks me.

I was absolutely ravenous
RAVENOUS
by the time he embraced me.

We kissed - his hands reaching and
unclasping my bra…groping my breasts.
he dipped me back and sucked hard
on the nipples he had just pinched.

When it was just more than I could handle,
I dropped to my knees
and was so desperate for his cock,
I took it…sheathed in cloth.

He yanked my hair and unsheathed his beautiful Gift.
I sucked and he fucked.
He fucked my mouth harder than he ever has.

He reveled in making me gag,
I lost myself.

So much, that when he pulled out,
I literally crawled after it…Him.

So then, on my hands and knees,
He grabbed my pony tail and held me…on my hands and knees,
then once again…SPANKED ME.
But this time it was with his BELT.

H
A
R
D

Then pulled me up to my knees,
smoothed the hair that had gotten in my face,
tilted my face up to look at him…
His eyes were molten and sexy as sin.
He caressed my face,
turned my head to the side and rubbed my cheek.
Then
SMACK
just once on the cheek.
He turned my face back, looked in my eyes and waited.

"thank you, Sir."
"Good Girl. "

He turned my face to the other side,
caressing my cheek again,
"Please, Pleeeaaase," I begged.

SMACK.

He turned my face back up to look at him.
He looked in my eyes and then
grabbed his cock…took my head
and finished fucking my mouth.

Oh how I LOVE when he spanks me!!!!

Fireworks

Sir and I were at a hotel recently
in a town with a river running through it.

We had gone away for the weekend with friends of ours.

We had a wonderful vanilla day of walking
festivals, fabulous food and lots of great conversation.

Very vanilla.

We got to our hotel room and Sir …

well…

He shifted, immediately.
From vanilla to all Dom!

He made quick work of stripping me,
laid me across the bed,
positioned me as he wanted,

and took his belt to my ass.

I was in heaven.

He warmed me up and then 
tanned me well and good.

My hips were writhing in short order and 
I was DRIPPING wet!

**POP**
**POP POP**

I asked if I could go to the window and see what that noise was.

Sir said yes.

I walked over to the window,
and as I was naked,
I carefully peeked my head out of the curtain
and low and behold,

There were fireworks going off over the river.

I gasped and told Sir.

He walked over and told me to open the curtains.

The lights were on in our room and 
though we were on the 7th floor,
I was completely naked
and visible to those in the hotel across the street 
as well as those on the street.

"Open it now, fiona." Sir commanded.

I carefully and shyly and desperately slowly
opened the window.

Sir put my hands against the window and 
pushed my nipples against the cold glass.

I gasped.

"Don't move, fiona."

He left me for a minute and I watched the fireworks go off.

I was so embarrassed.
I was SO EMBARRASSED!

I was lost in my head when
the next firework exploded over the river and 
**THWACK**

He flogged me…hard.

I just about came right there
…with that one strike!

No warm up on my back or ass.
He set in…hard and and fast…

He timed his hard strikes to the explosions of the fireworks.

The visual stimulation along with the physical stimulation…
it was overwhelming my senses in short order.

I came with fierce spasms
Shuddering and moaning and shivering!

I was naked, pressed up against the glass…
Lights illuminating everything and 

Sir flogged me to fireworks…
both visual and sexual!

15 Minutes

Sir looks at me and says,

"We have about 15 minutes, 

go downstairs and lay over the table."

I quickly do so and stretch my hands

to reach the other side of the round table.

"Be aware, these (pulling on my pants)

are coming down soon.

Let me know when you're ready."

he says as he rubs my ass through my pants.

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSPP

I melt as I hear his belt being 

removed from his belt loops.

As I've just come in from the cold,

it hurts…no,

it stings,

A LOT

as he strikes.

He covers my ass and upper thighs.

He spanks over and over,

and I'm just so not ready.

I'm alternating between loving it and 

OUCH!

finally he says,

"Count to 40, then take down your pants."

I count and it sets my mind on the right track…

it feels…deeper, thuddier, lovelier, perfect.

As I say "40, thank you, Sir" 

I stand and take down my pants.

He puts his hand on the small of my back and 

puts me back in place.

It's back to stingy, but

not nearly as ouch as before.

He spanks me hard for another

80

He grabs my crotch and squeezes.

He talks in my ear and makes me shiver.

He stands me up and sits down at the chair.

He keeps his hand on my pussy.

and says, "Let's check and see how much 

you enjoyed that, shall we?"

except it's not really a question.

He parts my legs and puts his finger inside of me

and, oh god, I'm wet!  

He fingers me to two amazing orgasms and then

pushes me to my knees to suck on his cock.

Oh, what an amazing 15 minutes.

(ya, that totally didn't take 15 minutes…

we were late.)

Good Morning

dark

warm

snugly

enveloped

comfortable

bliss



****WHAP****

My head lifts off the bed
and I register a sensation
moving from the stinging
of my, once sound asleep ass
up my body, the stinging
becoming

warm

electric

erotic

enticing

exciting

provoking a sound of utter contentment
and the shy smile that Sir loves so.

"Good morning, fiona,"
he says as he puts his belt into his belt loops.

(thank goodness I frequently sleep on my stomach)

Sir's Magic Belt

Sir and I were going to bed, 

cuddling under the warm covers 

keeping warm in these sub-zero temperatures.

The BCS championship game is on 

(American College football).

We were both a bit tired,

and I figured sleep would soon ensue.

Sir lay on his back and

I curled up next to him

my head in the crook of his arm,

his arm coming around me and stroking my back.

My left hand holding his cock and balls,

stroking and touching and enjoying.

This is frequently how we go to sleep.

I was surprised when Sir reached over my shoulder

and pulled up sharp on my left nipple

until I gasped.

Then he whispers,

"Go lock my door and get my belt."

Oh if my feet hit the floor,

I'd be surprised…

my stomach fluttered and

my breath caught.

Door locked.

My favorite leather belt of Sir's in hand.

I return to the bed and hand him His belt!

He places me over his lap 

and summarily spanks me.

Oh, how it feels!  So wonderful.

What's amazing for me is that,

it's typically stingy at first.

Then I feel my self give.

I give in.

I give up.

No, not in a bad way,

I give up fighting.

I give up my insecurities.

I give up my stress and frustrations.

I give in to my desires.

I give in to my need.

I give in to my submission.

I give in to him.

All with the quick application of this 

Supple

Warm

Smooth

Well Warn

BELT.

It must 

be magic!  

By the way, when he check…

to see if I was aroused

after my spanking….

I was soaked.

Life, Belt, Life

So, he took me into the basement.

It is a beautiful finished basement,
but currently pretty unfurnished.

It was evening and we were swapping holiday decorations.
Life.  Busy, busy.
After we put away the things we needed to,
he pulled me up tight against him and kissed me.

There had been no sexual innuendo,
no teasing or taunting,
no lead in.

He kissed me and put his hands in my hair and
pulled my head to the angle HE wanted.

He put his other hand on may ass and
squeezed and pinched and
began to smack.

There is a table and chairs in the basement
and he spun me around and pushed me down on it.

"Ask me for it, fiona." was his command.
"Please, Sir." I quickly retorted.

"Please, what?"
Damn...
"Please, spank me."

"Please spank me what?"
"Please spank me, Sir."

"That's better, fiona.  We need to work on that, fi."
"Yes, Sir."

I heard it.
I HEARD IT!!!

His belt was coming off.
Holy shit, there is NOTHING sexier than the sound of

a thick
leather
belt

being pulled through its loops

being doubled over

getting ready for a strapping.

Oh, my stomach was so full of
hyperactive butterflies
I could hardly breath.

I stretched my self across the table and held the other side.

My ass was there and ready,
as was my mind!

He struck and it stung and
the heat was released...as were the endorphins.

He struck across one side - then the other.
He was hitting over my pants so he was not going easy.

It hurt, but I wanted it.
I could feel my ass raising up,
asking for more.

I could hear my moans, but not protests.

I could feel my nipples hardening.

Oh, I needed this.

He spanked, hard with his belt for a while.

Then he stopped and he was done.
He was putting his belt back on and

spontaneously, I turned around,
fell to my knees and
kissed his cock,
through his pants.

I buried my head and he reached his hand down
and petted my hair and stroked my cheek.
"Thank you thank you thank you thank you."

Then he reached down and pulled me up.
He kissed my forehead and we were off to continue on with our evening.
Life continuing on.

From The Belt To Begging on the Floor

---------------------------fiona's Account----------------------------------

So, Sir and I were staying at a friends house recently. 
Just the two of us and we had the house to ourselves.

I bring Sir a belt and set it beside him on the side of the bed.
I walk to the end of the bed.
I pull off my t-shirt and take off my bra
I take my pants and panties down and
bend over the end of the bed, arms stretched out.

He finishes what he was doing
(in his own sweet time)
he pics up the belt and ....

--------------------------Sir's Account-------------------------------------

I spank her with the belt.  Not too hard at that start, but gradually
working her up.  I can always tell when she has turned the corner.
There is this change in the sound she makes.  Not a coo or an ooohhh,
but a verbal release.  She has crossed over.  At this point she arched
her back and elevated her ass for what was coming.  I know that I 
owned her body and soul.

---------------------------fiona's Account----------------------------------

When he's done, he lays across the bed and picks up his iPad.
I have absolutely no idea what he's doing on it, but he tells me to stay right there.
I'm naked laying bent over the bed and he's focused on something other than me.
He looks up periodically acknowledging my existence.

I'm breathing and absorbing the glorious heat emanating from my ass.
I'm adoring the objectification.
I can literally feel my arousal increasing.

I lay my head on my hands looking at my Sir.
I think....
...about how much I adore him
...about the amazing endorphin release of having my ass belted
...about how gorgeous Sir looks laying there
...about how grateful I am that he told me to stay there
...about how my calfs are hurting
...about how hot may ass actually feels
...about how much I want to suck on his cock
...about ......

Eventually I say, "Sir, could I use my vibe?"
"Yes, go get it...right now...quickly...just the way you are."
"But I'm naked and there are windows."
and he just looks at me and raises his eyebrow!

Crap!  Why the FUCK did I open my too big mouth?
AHHHHHH!
I run like the fucking-WIND and grab the bag which has my vibe.
I come back and he smiles as I come panting back into the room.
"Lay down, right here and masturbate for me."
He points to the floor, the FLOOR, right next to the bed.

I lay on the floor and put the vibe between my legs.
"I can't hear you." he says.
I so frequently work on being quiet,
 I realize I kind of have trouble being loud when masturbating.

I work on letting go.

He rolls over and his head pops over the side of the bed.
He watches me.
His hand reaches over and he touches my pussy.
The vibrator vibrates my clit.
He rubs around the outside and then opens my lips.
The vibrator finds the hard nub of my clit.
He pulls on each lip and releases.
I shutter with the added twinge of pain.
He touches me and rubs up and down my slit.
I close my eyes and moan.
He slips his fingers inside.


--------------------------Sir's Account-------------------------------------

This is the point where all the foreplay, all the domination has come to a
head.  I can tease her and she begs for more.  I pull, I tug, I rub and she 
is in ecstasy.  I have her right where I want her.  On the ground and 
begging.  Begging for the release of an orgasm.  I reach down and slide my 
finger into her wet pussy and I know that she is going to come for me again
and again.  How I love her being a good girl, being obedient and coming for
me on command.

Not Leaving It At 'No'

I had a retched run-in with a family member tonight.
It was painful and hurtful and ugly.

I cried in my room (something I do infrequently...cry)
Sir was helpful and supportive.

I asked if I could take time and just stay in my room.
I did so and then got kids to bed.
I then told Sir I was going to bed.

He came up a while later.
While I was in bed, laying on my stomach, I wasn't asleep.

He pulled the covers off of me, exposing my ass.
I roll over, immediately and say "no."

He raises his eyebrow.
"Roll back over, fiona." he says quietly.
It's not a request as much as a command.

I'm just out of sorts.  I'm NOT in that head space.
I'm sad and hurt and just NOT.
Unlike times in the past, where I have pushed, I roll back over.

He touches my ass - all of it...feeling, grabbing, rubbing.
He smacks my ass several times and then pulls up on my hips a bit
"raise up for me, fiona, and keep it there."

I raise up.
He starts to get ready for bed, brushing his teeth,
With the toothbrush in his hand, he walks back over and
with his free hand, spanks me, then rubs me.

He leaves, I hear him go to the bathroom, wash his hands...
as I wait on the bed with my ass in the air.
He walks back out and spanks me then rubs.

He's touching me so much, rubbing so much,
soothing, connecting, comforting, taking.

He leaves and gets things out for the morning.
He then comes back and this time, he's got his belt.

He whips my ass thoroughly, and I'm so hot and wet and
so in the moment, so present to him, to us.

We play, we fuck, he shows me porn snippets, we talk.

He didn't abandon me, leave me to my thoughts.
He finds pleasure for both of us.
He doesn't let me wallow.  He talks to me, yes.
He doesn't use D/s or spanking or sex to gloss over my night.
But he doesn't let me pull away.
He doesn't leave it at no.

Belt for the Bra

Between Sir and I, we have been away from home for a long time.  When we were together, we were with many others.  

Last night was our second night home together.  

I was in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed.  

Sir comes up behind me and gently starts to scratch my back...

OMG I love to have my back scratched.  

He pushes gently and I bend over and 

place my hands on the ledge around the bathtub.  

He lowers my pants and underware and 

continues his scratching and caressing.  

Oh, I'm relaxing, it feels so good!  

*SMACK*

oh I've missed that!

*SMACK*

Oh I needed that!

He continues to smack and gets me so worked up.

I'm panting and relaxed and so turned on.

My bottom is warmed up and all of a sudden, 

he stops spanking me.

His hands roam my body,

go back to scratching my back,

His left hand finds my bra.  

He stops.

Removes his hands.

I hear his belt come off of his shorts.

My heart skips a beat and 

I know he's unhappy that I had a bra on.

He spares no strength with the belt.

"What" 

**smack**

I raise up and protest.  

He unceremoniously pushes me back into position

"did" 

**smack**

"I" 

**smack**

"say" 

**smack**

"about" 

**smack**

"bras" 

**smack**

"at" 

**smack**

"night?" 

**smack**

"Get it off, fiona."

I work as quickly as I can, all the while, the belt is assaulting my ass.

The hand that isn't on the belt is under my bra and 

twisting and squeezing my nipple as each blow hits.

Oh that pain, pleasure pairing is so intense!

He finishes with a hand spanking and rubbing.

When he's done, he doesn't stop touching me.

He keeps me in position - but let's his hands roam.

At one point he takes my hand and puts it on his cock.

I literally almost fall to my knees.

I plead to please, PLEASE suck on him.

He tells me to sshhhh.

He brushes his teeth and finishes at the sink, 

all the while touching me.

After being Mommy Domme for two weeks 

- Large and In Charge,

I  am thrilled to be reclaimed

I am thrilled to be...

Sir's Little Bitch, 

Sir's little girl

Sir's good submissive, 

Sir's.

Oh I know my place and am so grateful to be in it.

It's just as gratifying to know Sir is enjoys his place as well.

Ten Minutes

I had been having a day.

So much so, that I opened my notepad on my phone,
typed in a request and showed it to him.
I love that I can ask for what I need.
I love that he will try.
    "I need a plug, a spanking, nipple clamps and time, PLEASE."

So, later that day, he told me to put in my plug
and come down and help with the laundry.
"the big one, fiona," he whispered after his command.

Oh, he hasn't had me use that in so long.  

I put it in and did the laundry and other household tasks.
He would spank me periodically, when we found ourselves alone.
Bent over in the laundry room,
Holding onto the kitchen island,
Outside weeding.  Whenever we were alone.

Mid-afternoon, I asked if I could have an hour to go lay down.
He said sure, to go upstairs, take out the plug and rest.

After an hour, he came upstairs and sat on the edge of the bed.
We talked for a few minutes as he stroked my back.
He looked into my eyes and said that he could tell I was still off.
He told me to re-insert the plug and rest some more.

After about ten minutes he barges into the room.
He barks out, "ENOUGH."

He grabs my hair and pulls me off the bed.
He takes me into the closet and has me stand
in the back of the closet in front of the wire shelves.
He pulls my shirt up and stuffs it into my mouth.
He stands behind me with his body molded to mine.

He reaches around and caresses my breasts.
He plays with my nipples, flicking, squeezing, making them taught.
Then he lifts one nipple and clamps it
to the clip with a hook that he places over one of the shelves.
He repeats this process with my other nipple.

I am not attached to the shelves on my toes by my nipples.
He pushes my shirt up my back so it is staying up over my shoulders.
I can hear him rummaging with something, but then I know.
I hear the jingle.  He's removed a belt from the rack.

He hits, obviously having doubled the belt.
He hits, my BACK.  Oh, I moan and close my eyes, careful not to move.
It's a form of predicament bondage with my nipples hooked to the shelves.
He's never hit my back with anything but a flogger before.
He hits.  Oh, He hits.
He lashes my back from my shoulders to my ass.
He crosses both directions.

He's not hitting ferociously, but with enough.
It's intense.
It's erotic.
It's intoxicating.

When he stops, he places an iPod in front of me.
It has a timer on it and he hits "Start"
He kisses my temple and puts his mouth right next to my ear.
"Stay.  Like this.  When the timer goes off, take the plug out,
come down stairs, and have a great evening with me."

He turns off the light to the closet,
Shuts the door, leaving me in utter darkness.
I hear the bedroom door lock as he leaves our room.

I know my place.  I feel myself again.
I smile and breath
through the pain of ten minutes.

Awaken into a Dream

I wake to feel His hands rubbing the soft, completely relaxed flesh if my round ass.

The caresses and squeezes gently.
Then light spanks, lifting me from the fog of dreams.

My hips arch up, of their own volition.
I breath deep and moan.

He stops, my eyes still closed.
I relax back into the bed and smile.

SPANK  Leather kisses my skin

Startled, as I was dozing back off,
His belt has made His mark.

SPANK

OWH, OHHh, I squirm.
He's never so attentive when he's dressing for work.

SPANK

As quickly as it started, it's over.
I hear his belt,
the one going to be with him all day,
The one which has just lain across my flesh,
Going through his belt loops and into position.

He's dressed for work.
I'm mostly naked, face down and exposed.

He pulls the covers over me.
He whispers in my ear,
"When you get up, put the plug in.
Take my dry cleaning and get a decaf for yourself.
Later, when if suits you, masturbate and report when your done. "

He kisses my temple
and He's gone.

It was like waking up into a dream!

Short Circuited

After I posted Setting the Scene, there were several comments about my next post.  

Um, well, see...I didn't have one.  

I simply had a clear picture of what I did before I was short circuited. 

(this is what happens when I don't take notes)

So, I thought I would post what my memories are of the rest of the scene...

(or the small amount that I can remember).

From Belt To Better

I'm laying bent over the bed with a serious attitude.

I'm so irritated.  SO.

His belt is landing across my ass.

His hand holds me at the small of my back so I cannot move.

"Do you have something you want to say to me, fiona?"

I know he wants me to apologize, but it's not that easy.

I have NO idea what in the hell I should apologize for.

(and I can't just say I'm sorry...I have to say what I'm sorry for.)

His belt hits my thighs and my sit spot.  He's not holding back.

In a reaction inverse to the pain he is inflicting,

I'm calming, I can feel myself letting the stress go and melt away.

"Are you going to apologize, fiona?" he asks calmly.

"I don't know what I did."  I say honestly and sincerely.

The belt strikes, again and ag--

"OH!" I say with utter astonishment and then start to laugh.

I laugh, I guffaw, I am down right hysterical.

Sir drops the belt and begins to laugh.

He KNOWS I now remember - exactly what I did.  Ooops.

Oh my goodness, how did I forget that in my irritated state

I took the duster handle and hit Sir's foot with it as I left the room....

not once, not twice....OH SHIT...how did I block that out?

He begins to tickle me and I'm breathless, I'm snorting,

I'm better.  We're better.

The Crop and My Flight of Surrender

So, I Playfully tapped Sir's bottom as he walked past.  
I KNOW.  
I shouldn't have done that.  
I know.  I really do.  And yet. 
And Yet, I simply can't help myself.  

He rounded on my immediately, with an air of hostility.
He grabbed a fist full of my hair, right at the base.
He squeezed his fist and pulled my hair.  
At the exact same time, he pushed my head onto the bed.

He spanks my ass hard with his hand, 
but as I have jeans on, it's simply thuddy.
He then lets go and tells me to pull my pants down and 
get back into position, as he walks away from me.  
He follows that up with an authoritarian, "NOW!"

I do so and feel him behind me again.  
This time, it is not a thud, 
it's an off the bed, hands to my ass,
scream for mercy thrash with his belt. 
Oh, holy hell.  He left is all on the line there.

He commands me to get into position, hands high above my head
of course adding in his growl of "Now."

I comply, but warily.  I remember to breathe.
He lashes my ass with authority.  
It is hard.  I'm having a hard time processing.
I'm focused on breathing and staying in position.
"You like the belt.  Isn't that what you said?"

He's so right.  I do like the belt.  But it hurts.
There's been no warm up.  
He was pissed.  He wasn't playing around.
He's whipping my ass and it fucking hurts.

After...um...a bunch?  Oh hell, I have no idea how many,
He stops and declares, "Clear off my bed.
I want you back in position with the bamboo - NO, with the crop."
He adds as a warning, "And you'd better hurry."

I stand and rub my bum.  I'm sure I'll feel welts.
I look in the mirror and see amazing red stripes.
Oh, it's like my most exciting Girl Scout Badge of Honor!
I quickly put things on our bed away grab the crop.
He lays on his side of the bed and he commands,
"Grab a pillow, put it at the end of the bed and lay down, fiona."
I do so and quickly lay on my belly, 
assuming he's going to continue his assault on my ass.
"No, fiona.  Roll over and put your hands up."


I roll over and put my hands up and hold on to the root rail.  
He starts with the crop, rubbing the leather nub across my nipples.
After he has rubbed it to a stiff peak, he begins to crop.
He hits them hard.  Consistent and straight on.  
It stings every time he hits it. 
Typically when he hits my nipples, it turns to a lovely burn.
But he's hitting dead on and hard and it stings.

When he's assaulted my nipples sufficiently,
he pushes my knees apart.
YIPEE (what the fuck is wrong with me, right?)
He begins to softly crop my mons.
He crops around and then periodically over my clit.
It's not directly on my clit, it's my lips.

It feels so so good.
He's not zeroing in on any one spot.  
"Are you in subspace?" he asks...
OK so I find that hilarious...him actually asking - matter-of-fact-like
besides the fact that he knows the word.  
I'll have to ask him where he learned that 
as he doesn't read any blogs that I don't put in front of him.

"No." I reply simply.  
He rubs the tip of the crop down - outside of my hole.
Oh God I want!  I beg for him to fuck me.
Fuck me with the crop.
Fuck me with his finger.
Fuck me with...ANYTHING.  

He takes the crop back and begins assaulting my mons again.
He crops down over my clit and back to my thighs.
I'm breathing more, quicker.  
My clit is sensitizing.  I can tell.
He wheedles the tip of the crop into the top of my lips.
Opening my pussy.

He goes back to cropping - hard.
It feels soooooo good.
He rubs the tip against my whole slit.  
He further opens me up.
I'm now completely exposed and 
He crops directly on my clot.

Oh I cum, hard!
I see stars, literally.
My whole body trembles while my insides convulse.

He commands and I roll over.
He crops my ass, but now I AM floating.
I process that he's striking, but I feel nothing.
I'm jelly, relaxed and enjoying the ride.
I respond to nothing.  I simply am.
I am like an objective outside observer in my beating.

Then he pulls me out...out of my flight of surrender.
I can't remember how he did it, but I clearly remember him doing it.
I didn't want to come back down.  
But that is where he wanted me.  
So here I am.

He continues his assault on my ass...
but now it hurts, now I feel, now I respond.

He pulls my hair and bends me so I can suck his cock.
His beautiful hard cock.
He gives me this gift to suck and I relish it!
I suck, I stoke, he crops. 

He crops my thighs and feet 
as I lick and suck and worship his cock.
As he's getting close, he sets me atop his cock
and fucks my pussy so we can
cum together and collapse.
What a flight my Pilot, my Sir, My Dom took me on!

Spring Beating (Part 1)

Sir and I were nestled in the living room watching a show on TV.  
Sir is sitting in his chair and he has an earpiece in one ear and is watching something on his iPad.  
I watched him for a bit and then asked what he was doing.... 
to which he quickly, unabashedly replies that "watching porn, looking for a video to have you watch later."

Oh, wow...that means he'll be in the mood to play.  Oh, WOW.  
It's not early, I wonder what he has in mind.  
I wonder what kind of porn he's surfing.  What he's watching...  

I'm nervous and excited.  I decide to go fold the clothes upstairs as soon as our show is over.  Sir has a few things to finish up before he can come upstairs.

*   *   *   *   *   *

When Sir comes in the room, he says, "I didn't find anything worth making you watch."  Then comes right up behind me and whispers in my ear, "But I did get lots of ideas of new ways  to spank you, fiona."

I freeze...he's taken my breath away.  

"Hurry up and finish folding the clothes, fiona.  Then, bring me the crop, the belt on the floor of the closet, and the bamboo."

I finish at a frantic pace.  I am so ready.  I am so eager.  Oh I have needed an orgasm for two days.  We had both tried to get me to orgasm for about two days and I am horny and ready and want, desperately want, a good, long spanking.  

I put the clothes away and get his implements.  After presenting them to him he tells me, "get all..." *hand waving at me* "off and get over here"

With lightening speed, I remove my clothing and dispatch them in the hampers.  I quickly climb up on the bed and he instructs me to take a pillow and lay with my head at the foot of the bed.  He repositions me ... just so.  

My spanking comenses.  

He starts with the bamboo...
   He strikes ten soft then 
        increasing intensity so that by the end of the next ten, it's HARD.
   He switches back to ten soft and then repeats the increasing intensity.

He warms me up so nicely with this repetition. 

He finishes a soft set on the bamboo and I'm almost gleeful when I feel the first lick of of his belt.  

Oh, he hasn't used his belt in too long.  It is solid, when he strikes.  It's definitive.  It's strength and submission wrapped into one lash.  

I didn't count, but once again the, but once again he varied his lash.  He struck three soft and one hard and rested a moment for me to catch my breath.  He repeated this pattern and I was panting, moaning on the fourth lash, raising back up for another after I quieted a bit.

He increases to the point that I'm barely able to take the hardest lash.  When it's just about too much, he switches back to the bamboo.  He seems to be using the bamboo as his rubbing.  He's soothing with the softer bamboo strikes.  

Oh, I'm so loving his beating.  My ass is glowing, I'm sure...but it's a glow of beauty, of contentment, of submission. 

.....more to cum come...