Souvenir

We just got back from a fabulous, albeit exhausting vacation. My favorite souvenir is from the Tower of London and it will not be used in the kitchen ;-)

Accepting What's Given

I had been a general pain in the ass for about thirty minutes...

Now in all fairness to me,
the behavior and and attitude were reciprocated.

Well, after going and running some chauffeur duties for my kids,
I came home deciding to announce,
"I have had it!" to Sir.

Well, I walked in, put my hands on my hip,
Saw Sir at the kitchen sink,
stomped up to Him with all sorts of attitude and

He wiped his wet hands off,
Grabbed my neck and
growled at me.

He spun me around,
Put my hands on the counter,
held them in one hand and
proceeded to spank the living hell out of my ass!

He started strong and kept it strong.
It hurt...from the get-go,
but because he was holding my hands tight to the counter,
I felt grounded and
because I had to take it,
I knew I could take it...

Does that make any sense?

It was so impactful...
and yes, I mean that in every way!

He then pulls me up,
spins me around,
and I put my hands around his neck and hug him.

He backs me up...and takes me to the bedroom.

I was cheeky once again,
and Sir told me to lay over the bed.

I really wanted to listen...
as so frequently doesn't happen with me.

My stubbornness and abstinence too frequently gets in my way.

But he steps back out of the room,
and I quickly not only lay over the side of the bed,
but I also pull down my pants and underwear.

He walks back in and tells me what a good girl I am.

He rubs the large metal kitchen spatula against my ass.

I KNOW that stings like hell!
He starts small and I take it well.

He builds, as my ass worms up,
and it's starting to feel so good.

He then is getting strong and
I'm moving a bit more,
so he puts his arm around my waist and
throws his leg over mine,
basically binding me.

Once again,
that tether helps me settle in and accept what's given

He then stops and says,
"Three good ones."

I always get nervous when He says that.

The first one stings so much...
It stings and hurts and stings and
oh - as it sinks in it feels
warm and wonderful.

He rubs my ass and then
!SWACK!

My foot kicks up as much as it can,
and I breath.

It once again...hurts so much...
but I breath and wait for the warm...

mmmmmmmm
Ya, there it is.

Then he says, "Are you a good girl?"
"Yes"
"Are you going to be a good girl?"
"Yes"
"You know you can get spankings when you're a good girl, right?"
"Yes"
"Are you going to earn those spankings?"
"Yes"

!SWACK!

I almost stand right up with the strength of the hit,
but his arm around my waist and
his leg over mine tighten
and I'm held in place

and I can feel wetness on my eyes.

And he rubs and rubs and then commands,
"On your knees."

I don't know if he has EVER done that.
Spanked the shit out of my ass and then
commanded me to my knees.

I am just about a puddle of goo!

I am frantic to get His zipper down and
my mouth onto his cock.

I suck and lick and stroke and suck and lick.
I snake my hand up his shorts so that I can fondle his balls
and I'm ravenous.  That's the only word I can think of.
Truly ravenous for His cock.

BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP

I FLY up and run to the bathroom,
as the alarm chime for our house notifies us that
our son has just opened the door to the house!

The Gift of Catharsis AKA Spanking

1. ca·thar·sis

   kəˈTHärsəs/

   noun

   1. 1.

      the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

      synonyms:

      emotional release, relief, release, venting;  purging, purgation, purification, cleansing; abreaction "the hope was that hypnosis would bring about a catharsis"

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OK.  So I totally believe that 

Spanking should be a synonym.

Now hear me out.

FOR ME:

Spanking provides such an amazing release of endorphins

but not only that...it provides a release of stress adn strain.  

a release from my feelings of guilt.

It provides venting - typically by the spanker :)

I certainly can have an emotional purge

I so feel cleansed after a good spanking.

Now there are punishment spankings and fun spankings.

For me, both provide release and relief and general uplifting of spirits.

even if my spirits started out being high...they just get higher :)

So the other day, I was having a day.

I was snippy and short

I was frustrated with the world 

(most notably my family as they were close by)

I was short with Sir and in a general bad mood.

By mid afternoon, Sir and I had a spat.

He marched me into our room and proceeded to spank me.

He spanked in a concentrated place on one cheek.

He landed blow after blow, no warm up, all sting.

It hurt - not in a good way.

I was squirmy and fussy and didn't like the spanking.

He continued - and I took it.

After what seemed like...forever...

He switched to the other side.

He proceeded to do the same thing.

It hurt - and went on forever.

At the end, he pulled me up and hugged me and we talked.

We both off to do our thing 

and I found I was just in a funk.

I decided to go to our room and 

I laid down for a little bit.

My head hit the pillow and I burst into tears.

I sobbed..openly and loudly and NOT prettily :(

I just came on me.
I was so overcome with emotions.

I AM NOT A CRYER.

I don't hardly ever cry.

I got up and walked out and found Sir

who immediately brought me back to our room,

laid me down and held me close.

Once I was able to stop sobbing,

I realized that the spanking had allowed me to get it out.

To cry and let go.

It was so cathartic.

When I was done, and he held me and loved me

I felt a thousand miles high.

My spirits were lifted and my heart lighter.

Spanking is truly an amazing gift of Catharsis!

Spanking Surprise Figging and Spanking

I laid down to go to sleep.
Sir finished getting ready for bed
and walked over to my side of the bed
He pulled down the covers and
Pulled up my night gown.

He proceeded to spank me...

my bottom slowly rose,
greeting the spanking -
every blow bringing my ass higher.

It felt so good.
I just relaxed and felt the world slip away
and I let the feeling of contentment wash over me.

When I found myself on my knees,
chest to the bed
and Sir's hand on my lower back...
He stopped and said,
"Don't Move."

He walked away.

WHAT??

I waited and he walked out the bedroom door.

DOUBLE WHAT????

I waited and waited...

When he walked back in,
I expected the spanking to continue.

He spread my cheeks and
immediately put something against my ass

It was hard and cool and
He was pushing it inside of me.

With no lube...that meant one thing.

GINGER!

I was so excited...it had been a long time since
I was figged!

He pushed it in...making sure it was seated.

I never saw it...just felt

My breathing became really rapid...
to say the least.

At first it was just cool and filling.
But quickly it started warming.

It must have been a very fresh root...
the heat took over quickly.

I was breathing and moaning and
feeling.

Sir talked to me...
but I couldn't focus on words...

I was so overcome with feeling.

He put his ear right next to my ear and asked
(maybe again)
"Too Much?"

"um...um...i...it's...um, um, um, 
it's...um...u...it's...it's....ummmmmmmm
almostbutno" I finally blurted out.

He rolled me onto my side,
slid me close to Him and held me.

He periodically spanked me...
making my ass clench together,
which upped the heat.

I held onto him...so tight...
wanting to crawl inside of him.

The heat was so overwhelming.
My body was moving - nerve endings firing.
My clit was pulsing.
My hips were writhing
My moaning was loud
and I was overcome with ...sensation.

I have no idea how much time passed....
He finally turned me back over onto my knees...
chest and face to the bed.

He spanked me HARD...three times.
He spaced them out for maximum burn.
Each spank made my ass milk the ginger
which put my ass on fire!

After the third, he removed the ginger and again
commanded, "Don't Move"

I was still trying to get my breathing under control...
my throbbing clit under control.

When he came back,
he rolled me over...
made me cum over and over and over,
prior to taking me.  Prior to fucking me...
Prior to sending me into another wonderful orgasm,
as my pussy then got to milk his wonderful cock.

It was amazing!!!!

the Hand

Happiness

:)

From a single swat from my Master

Fuzzy...Fuzzier...Fuzziest

OK...well, this morning was a ...
well
it's
kind
of

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up in my head.

Master was exhausted after a crappy evening and night
so this morning he slept in.
After all of the morning activities (done by 8:30),
I got naked and got into bed with a very sleepy and WARM Master.

He snuggled for a few minutes and then
turned over and began to have roaming hands.

He began playing with my nipples,
rubbing my body,
fingering my pussy.

He began talking...talking about being a "good girl" today...
being a "submissive girl" today.

He talked about stretching out my pussy with the Gigantic purple dildo
AND
about me NOT cumming until he gave me permission.

there was a lot of playing and fondling my body and
working me up...mentally...physically.

At some point, He told me to get a pair of nipple clamps
that I wanted to have on my nipples.

I grabbed the clover clamps while He got ...
i didn't know what He was doing actually.

My brain was already kinda scrambled.
I was in a horny fog!
Seriously Fuzzy!

He was thrilled that I chose the clover clamps instead of something more gentile.

He pinched and pulled and ... applied the clamps
and OWIE - they can so hurt...but lucky for me,
as soon as he applied them, he pulled the chain and put it in my mouth.
EEK

He then...oh - I know what He was getting -
He got the Magic Wand out and commanded me to "Open your Pussy"
When He uses that tone, there is not much wiggle room.

As soon as I opened up, he put the Wand on and ...
Oh, I wanted to cum.
But I was told not to...
I breathed...I wiggled...I squirmed, I moaned, I breathed,
I literally talked myself through not cumming...
He was so proud of me and when he told me to cum,
He grabbed the clamp chain out of my mouth
and began yanking on it!
I came...I came hard...
and then was - kinda - out.
Fuzzy...Fuzzier

"Go get the Purple Dildo, little girl"
I scrambled...wanting to please Him...
As soon as I turned over, began to crawl to the side of the bed,
His hand came around my back to hold me around my waist,
He trapped me, holding me firmly, and began to paddle my ass.
He didn't start slowly,
He hit full force on my ass...
The nipple clamps being tugged as I was forced face down on the bed,
My ass on fire...I was loud and
desperate for the pain...desperate for the pleasure
Desperate for it to continue...to end...nope...to continue!

The pain of the clamps,
the complete helpless feeling of being pinned down by Him,
the pain of the spanking
the knowledge that I could scream or carry on and it didn't effect anything
Was...so freeing, so erotic, so hot!

When allowed, I got the Gigantic Purple Dildo and
laid on my back and he looked in my eyes and said...
"Show me how much you want this"
(after quickly untwisting my nipples in those fucking clover clamps)
I took the dildo and slid it in seamlessly!

Oh, I was eager and wet and wanting!
I fucked myself and He took the clamps off...
As I screamed, He took my head and put it in His neck and
soothed me as he kneaded my breasts.
When I was calmer, he repeated the process
with the other breast.
His comfort in the face of the pain that He caused,
was erotic as all hell!
As if that wasn't enough, as I was screaming
through the second clamp coming off,
he used his free hand to take the dildo and
Fuck me Hard...
Fuzzy...Fuzzier...Fuzziest!

Punishment and Discipline and Us

I had never thought about
the difference between
discipline and punishment.

I kind of lump them together
in my mind
so deconstructing them
in my mind
has taken some time.

My current thinking is as follows:

To me punishment
is a consequence
for a bad behavior or choices.
It typically has no pleasure component
and is much more severe or harsh.
It's meant to teach a specific lesson.

Discipline however has been
what it's taken me
more time to understand.

For me, I see Discipline as less harsh,
and as a way to reinforce our M/s or D/s roles.
It could include or end with
some pleasure or fun or continued playtime.

I have also heard others refer to this as
Maintenance.

Because of all of the drama
over the past four months of my life,
we have been really slacking in our rituals
our roles have taken a back seat to...life.

There has been little required of me and
I have lost a lot of my submissive headspace.
It's left me feeling more adrift - less content.
While some of that is my grieving process,
some of it is the lack of M/s-D/s.

Master is now determined to get us back
on the straight and narrow.

I will propose to him that
more regular discipline or maintenance
be part of our lives for the short-term.
That we work hard on recapturing our
rituals and our spanking
I want to recapture my submission.
desperately.

This could be good or it could be bad.
There has been so little spanking
in the past few months
that my skin is so much more sensitive
and I am much less disciplined about
my behavior during spankings

It will take time to recapture
my proper behavior.

I miss the contentment
that has come with knowing my place
and my expected behavior.

I hope we can get back
to where we were
or
find a new and improved place to be.

Time will tell.

Release

I had a really bad day.

Master knew and was trying.
We had lunch together.
We talked and he worked on helping me through.

But by bed time...
I was done.

I was bratting something fierce...
ok - that's not exactly fair,
but Master would certainly say I was being
cheeky

He abruptly and forcefully placed me over the bed.
He spanked me several times

Oh hell...he spanked the tar out of one specific spot
with his hand...hard.

I could tell, I was in desperate need of a release.
I had bottled up so many feelings
and needed a release.

needed catharsis.

He asked if I was done,
I shook my head no.

He told me he was getting the brush.

Now, I'm not sure if anyone really LIKES the brush...
I certainly do NOT!

But, I knew I needed him to continue with my spanking.
I needed more.

I kept myself still and waited over the bed.

He continued with the brush,
over and over in the same spot as he had spanked with his hand.

It hurt.
It stung.
It was difficult, but it was just what I needed.

He spanked and I worked myself up...
and over...
and cried.

I cried

and cried.

and when I finally answered that, "Yes, Master, I have had enough"
He spanked me three more times,
holding me securely on the bed
and then he snuggled up next to me,
and pulled me to him
and snuggled me.

I was a sobbing mess...but
really

I was released from my emotional mess
that I had worked myself into.

I was...better.

After I calmed,
He lay me up in the bed,
and he made me cum...
oh dear God, he made me cum.
Over and over, til I was mindless...
and he put me to sleep...
released and renewed.

Elevator Spanking

My Sir came with me to physical therapy this morning.

Because it's a weekend, there's no one around. 

I had a hard, painful therapy session,

But made good progress. 

Sir being there and encouraging me

And giving me looks that told me to push it were really helpful!

We left and got into the elevator. 

He pushed the button and

Immediately pushed me up against the wall. 

He yanked down my pants and underwear. 

My hands flat against the wall,

My breathing falters

And he spanks fast and feverish. 

I got a dozen hard spanks. 

My pain is gone,

My cheeks are red,

A sheepish grin on my face

As he pulls my pants up just

Before the doors open. 

What a great way to end therapy. 

Pain

Today...my physical therapist said,

"You have to embrace the pain
and accept the pain.
It has to be something you make one with,
because you will be in a lot of pain
to get where you need to be."
she said this and I thought...
hmmmmmmm....mind slipping to kink world

I like pain.  I love spankings and floggings and whips and belts and canes
and nipple torture and .... and ... and ....

MOTHERFUCKER

Then she took my leg and pushed it past where it actually moves and
I literally saw a red film pass through my eyes and almost past out...
and I thought...
WHATTHEFUCK?!?!?!
PAIN IS THE ENEMY!!!!
NO ONE LIKES PAIN!!!!!

Then...after the film passes and I breath again
and the pain recedes, I think some more.

Oh...that amazing difference.

Makes me wonder if studies have been done on the difference between
erotic pain and painful pain.

Because erotic pain starts off painfully
doesn't it??!!

...and then it morphs

into

lovely Velvety, Warm, fabulousness.

and I'm sure it's psychological...
it's where my mind takes me...
where my mind takes my body,
takes that pain.

Because obviously we've probably mostly all had
spankings or slaps or impacts of some nature that were just simply painful
for whatever reason...
because they were punishment and not meant to be erotic,
they were not in the dynamic of an M/s,D/s,Top/bottom,Spanker/spankee dynamic...
but I wonder...how can I tap into that transformative place...
is it possible to transform my pain into erotic pain?

Can I find my Velvety, Warm, fabulousness?

Learning

... ALWAYS LEARNING!

So a little while ago, I had the most fabulous opportunity
to be reminded that I am always learning...
sometimes it's what NOT to do.

So, I've been at this relationship stuff for a while...
I've been at this submissive stuff for a while...
I've been at being a kind human being for a while...

AND YET

Sometimes, I'm a total dumb-ass!

So things NOT TO DO may be highlighted with...

when feeling emotionally OFF,
after arguing with your significant other,
(let alone your Dom)
DO NOT haul off and hit His arm when you're frustrated beyond belief.

AND

When said Dom gets three thousand steps past PISSED off
DO NOT ask Him what's so bad about hitting His arm when
He hits you all the time.

UM....OOPS!!!

Ya, that didn't go well.

Funny...it took me a while to get what was wrong with what I said...
but I felt pretty bad about it!
We talked about it,
He kindly forgave me,
spanked me, then forgave me.

Harder (Part 2)

After coming down from those
two mind shattering cums,

Sir got up,
and with my nipples no longer clamped,
he rolled me over and stood next to me.

He pulled my ass up and said,
He wanted to spank my ass...
but it wasn't going to be gentile.

This time,
He spanked with His hand.

He concentrated on one area,
spanked so fucking hard
until I was just about in tears,

When I was flattening myself on the bed.
Then,
Just before I couldn't take it any more,
He would shift to another spot.

He didn't stop, but he did change...
and I tried - as quickly as I could
to go back on my knees,
with my chest on the bed,
presenting my ass,
for him to spank.

This continued for a long time.

Then He stopped and said,
"I'm going to get the crop,
because I want to spank you harder...
and YOU NEED IT!"

He didn't ask, he proclaimed...
and it scared the shit out of me,
because it was hurting.

But oddly, at the same time,
I really wanted it.

I wondered if he's spank me into subspace.

But so frequently, he doesn't allow me to simply float,
he keeps me tethered to the here and now,
reacting to everything He's doing.

I lay there,
with my knees up,
My ass in the air,
my chest -
sore nipples,
rubbing against the bed
my mouth biting the pillow
and my hands holding onto the bedframe.

He began again...
this time with the crop.

He only spanked a few times,
then told me to get the purple dildo and
hurry back.

I was shocked by this change of pace.

I got up, and quickly went to our toy box.

"I'm not a patient man, fiona.  
You have five seconds or there 
will 
be 
consequences."

I ran!  I frantically pulled the dildo
and the bag of condoms to cover it,
and RAN back!

I made it and lay on the bed almost beside myself.

I neither wanted consequences,
nor
to disappoint.

I put the condom on the dildo and presented it to Master.

He took it and told me to "assume the position."

I know this to mean,
butterfly legs...feet together,
arms above my head and hold onto the bed.

He unceremoniously shoved the purple dildo in.

He was a little sore,
but after cumming so hard
and being so wet,
it did surprisingly, slide in quite easily.

He fucked me with the purple dildo,
then reached over with his other hand,
grabbed the magic wand,
and put it in my hand.

I had wondered,
if I could cum with the magic wand and the gigantic purple dildo.
Frequently, I can't cum with a vibe,
if I have a dildo inside...especially an enormous one.

"Use it, fiona.  Make yourself cum again.
Show me." he commanded.

I opened up my lips and put it directly on my clit...

It took a few minutes, but then I came SCREAMING!

He fucked me...hard...
and I came!

when I turned off the magic wand,
and lay there limp and panting,

He rolled me over and stood up.
He pulled my hips up and pushed my
had into the pillow.
He shoved the dildo to the base...
so it was lodged deep in my pussy.

He grabbed the crop and began to
crop my ass -
H
A
R
D!!!

This time,
instead of shrinking away from the blows,
I was lifting up into them.
I was non-verbally asking for more.

I wanted it.  I needed it.

He then told me to open my legs.

He took the crop and aimed so that the
arm of the crop was across my ass,
but the end of the crop was hitting the dildo.

OHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYGAWWWWWDDDDDDDDDDD

He his hard and with the pain was also pleasure.

I was screaming and moaning and
cumming again!

FROM BEING CROPPED!!!

Oh, I was such a puddle of well used girl!

He fucked me hard 
and spanked me harder!

Hard (Part 1)

I don't even think I can remember all of our playtime yesterday...

and sadly, I didn't jot down tidbits to help me remember.

What I can say, is that it started out with Master saying,
"I can... 
A. Play with you and use you well 
or
B.  Play with you HARD.

Which do you think you need?"

I immediately whispered back,
"b"

To which he replied,
"You need it, fiona.  You know it and I know it.
This isn't going to be like our typical sessions,
this is going to be really hard and 
it will push you.  
You're 
Going 
To
Take
It,
Because you need it."

"yes, Sir, I do need it hard"
I replied, knowing he likes it when I am explicit.

"I know."


"Tell me, fiona.  do we need a safeword?"

I immediately replied,
"no, Master.  I trust you."

and I do.   We've never really used a safeword,
and He DOES KNOW MY BODY...
frequently better than I do.

I know this goes against so many
BDSM recommendations,
but you have to remember,
we've been together for almost a quarter century - EEK!

So then the spanking commenced, without any further ado.

He bent me over, in the kitchen,
where we were talking,
got the big metal spatula
and spanked me.

HARD.

Very little about yesterday was easy.

He spanked me HARD from the git-go.

When I was starting to bow my back,
because it was becoming intolerable,
He shifted so he stood beside me,
wrapped his arm around my waist
putting his hand on my belly,

He pushed my back down
so it was no longer arching up,
then reached his hand down further,
so it cupped my pussy,
and he pushed out my pussy,
to arch my back down-
pushing my ass out
and he continued to spank.

When he was done,
I was resigned to taking it.
and I was grateful.

"please, Master, could I have three more good ones?"
I asked Him.

He was so so thrilled!
He spanked me so hard!

Then we moved to the bedroom
where he clamped my nipples with the
hook clamps
and tied a shoe lace between the hooks
and put the shoe lace in my mouth.

He then twisted me around so
I was facing our full length mirror.

He giggled my tits,
twisted my hair in  his hands
and moved my head up and down,
so that my nipples were pulled up and down,

and told me how beautiful i was and
how much he loved my body.

Oh, can I just tell you how much I adore this man?!

He then took me - naked and clamped, with a red bum,
to the living room and sat me on the floor
at His feet and took the shoelace out of my mouth,
after twisting my head back to look at him,
pulling quite severely on my nipples.
He then gave me a scone and coffee
and told me to eat?!?!

Oh, holyhell, I was so not thinking about food.

He watched the morning news
and kept reminding me to eat.

After I asked if I could save the rest for later,
he told me to get up and
He took me into the bedroom.

He laid me on the bed,
and said that he really wanted to spank me some more.

He first, laid next to me,
plugged in the magic wand
turned it on, and put it on my pussy.

He told me to take it,
and make myself cum.

He watched me - so intently,
as I moaned and arched through my first cum of the day.

Then after I turned it off,
He turned it back on and said,
"Tell me when your close."

He watched me...
and as I got close,
He took on the clamps and
sucked on my nipples.

As pain shot through my nipples,
I was cumming....
screaming!

Oh it was truly exquisite.

Easter Kitchen Spanking

I was standing in the kitchen
cooking for Easter dinner.

Sir rubs my back and then
reaches down and

Swat,

Swat,

Swat.


He spanked my ass
while I was hugging him.

It was just his hand,
I wasn't bent over,
it wasn't extremely hard,
but it wasn't patting either.

Could have looked innocuous

Could have not.

Master whispers in my ear,
"Your mom just saw me spank you."

...

and my mind races.

Behavior Modification

I asked Sir to do something for...
US
He basically said that he'd get someone else to do it
I told him that I would take care of it,
but that he was shirking his responsibility.

He was in the kitchen with me
and walked over to the utensil drawer,
without a word, he opened it,

"But I was saying it respectfully
I wasn't being cheeky!"
I quickly spit out as he took out the
large metal spatula.

"I mean, you could do it, 
I did all of the other parts,
I didn't mean it to be disrespectful!
I quickly spit out as I ran around
the island away from him.

Our house, like many makes a big circle.
He turns, looks sternly at me and calmly says,
"Come here."
not menacingly, just more playfully.

I ran from the island to the living room
and he gives chase.

I run full speed, through the living room,
through the music room,
into the kitchen.

And he's hot on my trail.

I'm laughing
it's what I do when I'm nervous!

and he's laughing.

and he's chasing
and I'm running

he's laughing and I'm laughing

and we go round and round.

He tries to be tricky and double back,
but he makes too much noise and we simply
reverse directions.

I finally make an executive decision
and dash off to our room
I slam the door and lock it
RIGHT
before Sir makes it to the door.
He tries it and I'm holding the lock
so he walks away.

Before he's made it five steps,
I QUICKLY
unlock the door,
fling it open
and go lay over the bed.

He walks back in
and immediately says,
"Oh, good girl!"

He proceeds to spank my ass
with the gigantic metal spatula.

He spanks softly,
ten, fifteen or so.
Then he starts building up in intensity.

Harder and harder.

It's feeling so good.

Then he says,
"Say, shirking responsibility."
"shirking responsibility"

SMACK
superfuckinghard!

then he goes back to tap, Tap, TAPing

I'm starting to breath hard
"Say, shirking responsibility."
"shirking responsibility"

SMACK
YOUCHHHHHHH!


then he goes back to tap, Tap, TAPing

This time he keeps going for a bit longer then 

again says

"Say, shirking responsibility."
"No, Sir.  It's not appropriate to infer that 
you were doing that.  I'm sorry Sir.

Hmmmm...there's something to his
behavior modification.

It was fun, funny AND effective!

Lesson Learned

Well...I was irrational, seriously pissed, and just too exhausted to behave properly.

The net result?

Me being an idiot.

What did I learn from this?

Don't every, I mean NEVER,
call your Dom, Sir, Master or Daddy

"an asshat."

and seriously,
Don't even think about telling him

"to grow a pair".

Yup, that's right...I moronically told my Master, 
not once, but several times,
to grow a pair.

I may have even shouted it.

YIKES.

Well...that was the tipping point in our fight (over totally mundane and stupid shit, btw).

With me telling him to grow a pair and hitting him with a pillow,

He launched himself out of bed,
bodily subdued me,
spanked the ever loving shit out of my his ass
and then abused the shit out of my his tits
all the while asking me,
"Is THIS growing a pair?"

(It wasn't for fun or present,
it hurt like a MOTHERFUCKER!)

By the end, I had a total reset...
we had a total reset...
fight over,
me done being a complete bitch,
apologies said and accepted,
world righted!
Lesson learned!

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As an aside,
the next day at work my Sir said that he was in a meeting and
respectfully but directly called someone on their shit 
and one of his colleagues said later,
"Man, You really have a pair.  That was exactly what was needed!"

Sir called me and recounted the story and we laughed and laughed.  

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!

Floating Away

I woke snuggling my Sir.
He was on his back
I was tucked to his side.

As with most mornings,
I began to stroke his morning wood
and sucked him to awareness.

In his sexy husky morning voice,
Sir told me that
when he told me to go to bed tonight,
I was to get out the pink dildo,
put a condom on it,
lay it on the bed beside me
and present myself,
ready to be fucked
in the ass with it.

OHHOLYSHIT!!!!!!
My ass has been off the play list
for what seams like...FOREVER

Well, I kind of had it in the back
of my head all day,
but also knew that we frequently
had other things come up
and we would not follow through
on morning conversations.

BUT...
tonight, he looked up and said,
"I will go check on the kids,
you get ready for bed."

as I got up to go to bed, he added,
"fiona, remember what we discussed
this morning in bed."

I ran, not walked, to our room.

I got naked...
put clothes in the dirty clothes bag...
went to the bathroom...
brushed my teeth...
stacked three pillows on top of each other...
got the dildo out and put a condom on it...
laid the dildo on the bed...
climbed up on the bed...
putting my knees on the edge of the bed
and my stomach over the pillows
with my chest, head and hands flat on the bed...
presenting my ass and pussy to Sir.

When he came in, I couldn't see him.

He touched me, rubbed me,
pinched me and then left me.

He got ready for bed,
alternating touching and ignoring me.
it was so heady.
I was so needy and horny and wanton
(synonyms, I know...and yet I was all three!)

Then he began spanking me.

He started with his hand and warmed me up.
Then he proceeded to use the crop.

I'm sure my ass was quite red and HOT
by the time he finished.

I was certainly flinching and moaning and
evading
by the time he finished.

Then, uncharacteristically,
he rubbed, caressed and
OMG
scratched my ass.

When he began to scratch,
that pain/pleasure point was in perfect unison
and I almost came right there.

Then, he put lube on the dildo
and my ass.
It's been so long, and I've wanted it so much
and missed it so much...
and then..
he was pushing.

I immediately wished I had kept my moronic mouth shut.
What the fuck was I thinking
I had WANTED this??

Crap, stop, please stop.
It hurt and I was anxious,
and as it went it,
I swear I almost hyperventilated.

I was trying to escape.

"take it out, take it out, take it out!"

SMACK

"Breath, fiona.
I'm not taking it out. 
I want you to breath.
It will pass."

Knowing he wouldn't stop was huge.
I got a grip,
pulled up my figurative big-girl-panties
and relaxed.

I felt the moment when it changed.
The pain went away.
My body relaxed,

and the ouch went to ahhhhhhh.

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

he began fucking my ass
hard and fast and slow and steady.

no particular rhythm

and it was Ohmygodohmygodohmygod

My senses were totally overwhelmed

and overrun and 

and

and

and

and I can't remember anything else

but floating and feeling fabulous!

Tucked In with the Hairbrush

I think Sir has it in his mind 
to retrain my thoughts of the hairbrush.

Prior to this past week, 
the hairbrush was just plain
EVIL

No, let me refrain that...

It was 

JUST

PLAIN

EVIL

But, after this week,
I may just LOVE it!

hehehe.

This past week, 
several times,

he has laid me over the edge of the bed,
my torso flat on the bed, 
my hands stretched out above my head
and sat beside me, 
putting one hand over my waist 
and holding me to his side,
then patting my ass
with the brush.

He starts off so soft and gentle 
and I am so comfortable and secure
pressed up against his side.

Once I'm well warmed up,
and he quickly increases the 
strength of each blow
until I am ouching
and squirming as much as I can.

My breathing increases
I'm arching my back into each blow

It's stinging but I can literally begin to 
feel the endorphins flow through my body
The sting turns into a warm feeling
and I can feel tingling throughout my body
like electricity is flowing through me
in all the best ways.

But he keeps increasing the strength of each blow.

I know I'm in trouble when he tucks me in.

yet, here's the thing.

Tucking me in is the best feeling in the world,
I'm secure, I'm controlled, I'm at his mercy,
but at the same time, I know he tucks me in
because it's going to be more severe.

True to form,
I am tucked secure to his side,
tight, safe, unable to move

and

He starts spanking me
firm, stinging, ouch, 
FUCKING HARD

with that brush

but with the amazing warm up,
with the safety and security of being
tucked in tight,

it feels amazing.
it feels painful.
It feels beautiful.
it feels tingly.
it feels hot.
it feels right.

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!!!!