The Right Way To Solve This.

"We rarely have arguments like this anymore
and this was the right way to solve this one."

How was it solved, 
you may ask?

Well…the turning point came when 
he showed up at home, slammed the door
and yelled, 
"Where in the hell are you?"

Now, first off, Sir almost never yells.
Second, slamming doors is a pet peeve.
Third, he NEVER comes home from work.

apocalypse anyone?

He marches upstairs and 
holds the hysterical mess that is me at the moment.

After backing me into a corner and 
just holding tight, even when I push and resist,
he calms me down.

Once calm, he kisses me,
then puts his hand over my throat.

He whispers in my ear 
that he's going back to work, 
but not before he spanks me.

I ask him just to hug me.
He replies that he'll hug me,
but that he needs to spank me before he leaves.

After a wonderful bear hug,
where I am well and truly relaxed
from the state I had managed to work myself into,
he moves us both (still hugging me) to the bed.

He turns me around and 
reaches his arms around me.
He unfastens my belt and pants and 
pulls my pants and panties down.

He caresses my ass and then brings his hands up
under my shirt and undoes my bra.

He squeezes my nipples and breasts
and I close my eyes.

He tells me to bend over and 
put my hands all the way above my head.

I do as he asks and he steps away.
He retrieves the crop and asks,
"Do you want it hard or soft, fiona?"
"soft," I whisper back.
"Turn your head to the side so I can hear you,
and ask me for it."
oh, holy hell, I hate, Hate, HATE it when he does that.

"please" I squeak back.
"Please what, fiona?"
"please spank me."
"How?  Ask me for it." he commands.
UGH

"please spank me softly."  I reply.

*thwap*


"Ask me again."
"please" I squeak back.
"Please what, fiona?"
"please spank me."
"How?  You have to say it, fiona." he commands.
OH, SHIT!  I thought I could get away with not.  
Come On, just spank me already…however YOU WANT!!

"please spank me softly."  I reply.

*thwap*
(right on that sit spot)

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OK, I get it, Ihavetoaskorhe'sjustgoingtostandtherewiththe motherfuckingcroptouchingmyassandnotdoinganything!

"please spank me"

*thwa"pleasespankme."p*

*thwa"pleasespankme."p*

*Thw"pleasespankme."ap*

*Th"please"wap*

*TH"please"wap*

*TH"please"Wap*

*TH"please"WAp*

*THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP**THWAP*

As I reach my ouch limit, I begin to stand up.

He reaches around and grabs my tits.
He twists and pinches and the sting turns
to direct heat and pleasure - both tits and ass!

"Do you want three good strokes?"
"yes, please."
"How hard, fiona?"
"as hard as you like, sir."
"Get into position"

as soon as I am bent back over,
hands over my head,
he strikes low where my ass hits my thighs.

He gives me a minute to process,
then strikes in the middle.
Ohholyhell!
then he strikes just above that and
roughly turns me around.

He unzips his pants and
in one smooth moves, seats himself
balls deep inside of me.

"You are wet, fiona.  Sopping wet.
You needed this."
"yes." I say unembarrassed.
"So did I."
He fucks me hard and fast and 
reaching down he uses his hands to
maul my breasts.  

After the crying, the hugging,
the crop and the hard fuck with nipple play,
I'm so there.  
He squeezes one more time hard and 
as I try to catch my breast,
he smacks my face.  
I Cum, 
long and hard and fulfilling.

He did as well (though not in thirty seconds).

I have to concur with him,
it was the right way to solve this.

We both feel…BETTER!

Squirting, Gushing, Flooding

on my back
my legs spread 

his finger in my pussy 

his lips on my nipples 

he fingers me  

he's talking

it's building 

he's talking 

more talking 

more building

it's coming

release

I can feel 

my insides pulsing 

it's cuming 

he's talking 

he's moving 

I'm cuming

But I don't just cum 

I squirt all over his hands 

all over my thighs 

dripping down my buttock 

drenching the bed

He suckles 

he talks 

but he doesn't stop 

moving his fingers  

I'm panting 

it's rising

He keeps fingering 

it's building again 

instead of moaning 

and groaning 

it's guttural 

it's deep 

and the pulses 

they pulled from deeper inside of me 

I keep cuming and rolling and squirting 

I can feel the moisture 

it's making noise now 

I squirt again 

and he still doesn't stop 

he suckles the other nipple 

tugs on it 

bites it 

and fingers

I can feel the deeper orgasm pulling 

he's actually PULLING them from 

deep in my belly 

and I come 

and I squirts 

and I grunt 

and I cry.

I lay 

completely spent 

with my eyes closed 

my mouth so dry 

my body soaked 

he finally withdraws his fingers 

and they just slipped right out 

as if they've been greased

"look at me little girl." he says 

and I comply immediately

opening my eyes 

looking up into his dark piercing eyes 

he takes his hand 

that's now sitting on my mons 

and spanks hard on my pussy

I hear a splashing sound 

and I can feel liquid splash 

onto my legs

it's so humiliating  

and arousing 

and mortifying 

and intoxicating. 

He spanks my pussy hard 

each strike landing 

on my clit 

and I cum 

with him looking into my eyes 

a clitoral cum that has me vibrating

"when did you learn to play my body like a fiddle?"

I ask 
looking at me, he chuckles

"Oh, when you were 18."

Figging Amazing!

So after we had consumed a pitcher of
sangria that I had made today I eeked up the courage to say

"will you use the ginger on me tonight?"
"Be quick, get it cut and shaped and bring it to me."

I almost ran downstairs...
now this is the part I struggle with.
Looking at a gangly ginger root and ...

Make a butt plug out of it?
Are you kidding me?

This ginger was particularly stringy
so that made it more difficult.

After whittling away away at it
Ya, looks NOTHING like a butt plug

So I took a different tack and carved an outline.
Much better.
I clearly work better off of a sketch.


Now the other tricky part is...
it of course has a natural shape.

So I hustle up stairs after smoothing and shaping.
I strip as soon as I get into the room
and lock the door.

He holds his hand out and I hand him the ginger.
He directs me to suck on his cock for a bit.

I do so and while he is looking something up on an electronic device.
I hear music starting to play (that's good, it'll mask noise.)
As soon as the music is set, he reaches over and starts to
pull and twist and roll my nipples,
eliciting moans and other lovely sounds.

He tells me to give him my ass.
I present my ass...head at his feet.

He takes the ginger tip and places it directly on my rosebud.
He pushes and I mentally focus on relaxing my ass.
If I tighten, it will make it harder and hurt and burn more.

The ginger pushes in fairly easily and the sensation is immediately there.
The sound emanating from my mouth is transformed...deep, guttural.

The burn is there, but it's not painful...just ahhhhhhh.
It's intense.
and getting more intense.

He's got it seated securely inside and my world closes.
My body is away with sensation...
not just my ass, but my whole body.

He begins to spank me
Don't clench, don't clench...relax, fiona.
I think to myself...followed quickly by the thought
how the FUCK does anyone NOT clench?

I purposely left the handle a bit longer and didn't shave it
So Sir would have a good handle and not get
ginger juice on his hand.

The ginger I carved....
not elegant, but definitely effective.

He spanks the handle sticking just beyond my ass.
So every time he hits it,
it thrusts the ginger further inside.

I feel goosebumps.
EVERYWHERE.

Every single nerve ending on my body is turned firing.

He begins to finger me...one finger I think.

It's so amazing, I even mention the goosebumps to Sir.
My toes are curling
My arms and legs are tingling.
I think I can feel every hair follicle on my body.

The burning is increasing.

All of a sudden, I'm overwhelmed.
Abruptly, I kneel up - I'm now kneeling beside him.

"I need to take it out."
"No" was his clear reply.

Ohmygod.  If I balk at something he rarely says No!

I start to pant.
My hands go to my face.

I just absorb the sensation...so many sensations!

He continues to finger...hard and fast now.
Two fingers I think.

"cum" I hear in a whisper...
though I think it's more that my hearing is going
and less that he actually whispered it.

The burning inside is so intense.  It's ... it's ...
My body explodes...
spasoming,  my insides convulsing.

I'm not a cum on command kinda girl...
but when achieve it and have been worked up...
they are insanely intense!

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He shows me his hand after and
there is a white creamy fluid running down his hand
and as he hadn't change, soaking the sleeve of his dress shirt.

"Get some more ginger sometime soon, fiona."
he says as I'm cleaning up.
"Yes, Sir!"
I eagerly reply...

I feel like I could run a marathon...I'm so energized!
Figging is So Fucking Phenomenal!

The Summit

So there I am,
Laying with my dress pooling across my chest.
My eyes are shut.
Clothes pins on my nipples.
Laying on the closet floor,
holding a vibrator to my clit.

Sir, knocks at the door.
I move my feet, but do not open my eyes.
He shuts the door behind him.

He watches me as I masturbate.
He kneels down beside me.

"I can't cum, Sir," I lament.
"You can't?" he says, incredulously.

His fingers start rubbing around my pussy.
They are wet and he slides one in.
He fingers.  Really works.
He's whispering in my ear,
That he wasn't his whore to cum.

I drop the vibrator and give in to the sensation
that his fingers are creating inside of me and
fly up the mountain.
I cum.

He fingers some more,
not content with just one orgasm
when I said I couldn't.

He takes his fingers out and begins to rub my puss.
It's so wet, I'm so wet.

He takes his fingers and one by one,
sticks them in my mouth and has me clean them.

"Sir, may I please suck on your cock?" I beg.
"Not now, little girl.  
Do you want me to fuck you with a dildo, fiona?"
"Yes, please, Sir." I reply without any hesitation.
"Bring it to me fiona." he says.

The vast majority of our toys live in a box in our closet.
It's locked with a combination lock.
I'm so jazzed after the orgasms and the promise of more.
I am almost panicked trying to open the lock.
I can't get the combination.
I try three times and tell him I can't get it.
"You'll have to bring it to me, fiona." he says again.

I look over and he's sitting on the closet floor leaning against the door.
I turn back to the lock and realize I had it upside down.
Oh my goodness, I am frantic.  It's just silly, but I'm so desperate.
I get the box opened this time and decide I'll take the
gigantic purple dinosaur dildo, it's His favorite.

But, Crap.  Shit.  UGH.
I start throwing out toys right and left.
Crap!  "I can't find the condom for the Purple Dildo."

He tells me to bring him the other...pink one.
I do, but am disappointed.
I take the purple and offer for him to use it without a condom.

Sometimes the dildo can be irritating without a condom.
But I'm so desperate, I don't care.
I will care later, but that's when I'm not so insanely horny.

He tells me to lay down on my back with may ass at his knees.
He puts my feet, on the door - over his shoulders.
I'm completely exposed.

He inserts the Dildo and begins to fuck.
He's neither slow nor gentile.
I cum,
   I cum,

He removes it and ...
   inserts the Gigantic Purple Dinosaur.
I'm so wet, so gushingly wet,
it slides in.  OMG.  It slides in!

"Oh, fiona, it's balls deep.
you are such a good whore.
You're MY good whore.
I'm so proud of you.
What a good girl!"

Oh, I'm lost.  I'm soaring and cumming.
After he's had his fill of fucking His pussy with the dildos,
He removes them,
Climbs on top of me.
Removes the clothes pins on my nipples,
Sucks hard on each...
and fucks  His pussy to find His pleasure
in a veritable pool of pussy juice.

Where Was I? (Part 3)

(Continued from Part 1 and Part 2)

So when last you read, I was gagged on His cock and cumming with the help of a dildo fucking my ass.  Oh, Heaven!

After he let me appreciate all of the electricity of the cum flowing through me, he shoved The Dildo in deep.  He quietly commanded me to take The Dildo out and bring a towel over to him.  I rise slowly and a bit unsteadily from the bed and grab a towel and set The Dildo in the bathroom.  Ugh...those human touches...there's nothing sexy about the clean-up parts of play.  I ask him for permission to blow my nose and wash my face, which is covered in drool and tears and snot and pre-cum which he smeared on my face.  Graciously, he agreed.

I come back to bed with a folded clean towel.  I handed it to Sir, who deftly spread it on the bed beside him.  He commands me to lay back on the towel.  I am having difficulty moving, coordinating my limbs, getting my brain and body to function, I'm exhausted, and scrambled.

He takes the clothespins and clips my labia, then opens up my pussy.  He hands me a vibrator and commands me to masturbate.  He holds me open and watches.  As if that wasn't humiliating and objectifying enough, while watching intently, He comments and moans at the sight of me.

He lets go of the clips and grabs some lube and begins to message lube around my folds.  Now, I'm wet as a tsunami, but he's adding to the natural slick.  I am able to mentally note the objectification, it's is palpable, and a serious turn-on.

As I cum again (are you fucking kidding me?), he takes the enormous purple dinosaur and inserts it.  I've cum so much, and there is so much slick...it actually inserts.  He takes the vibrator and puts my hand on the dildo.  He asks if I need more lube.  "no," I whisper as I push it all the way in.

"Oh, I love to see you do it", he says.  "I love to see you masturbate yourself with this."

I start  to move it and he leans up and watches.  Oh!

He commands, 
                               
                           i cum


over

         Over

                   OVER

He asks If I can do it again.

"Yes Sir," I reply


He commands, 
                               
                           i cum


When he's ready, he tells me to remove it.

I do, slowly and am scrambled.

He kisses me, deeply.

He enters me.

He moves, he fucks, and we cum...oh do we cum.

Mind scrambling.  Sated.  Shattered.

Spring Beating (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt.  I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.

He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop.  He's hitting my ass and my thighs.  It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)  

He continues with the same pattern as before.  He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.  


He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing.  He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop.  Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD.  I can hear it move through the air before it hits.  I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.  

I'm sure he's making marks intentionally.  When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over.  It's so intense a sting.  

"Breath, fiona.  I'm going to give you a break and then when you're ready, turn over."

HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what?  I had a thrill run through me.  I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.

I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over.   My head was swimming and I was less than graceful.  Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh?  Oh well.

He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me.  He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board.  He opens my legs to they are spread eagled.  He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.  

It's hot.  I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement.  He raises goose bumps all over my body.   

He's not really cropped the front half of my body before.  He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped.  He starts slow.  I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension.  I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.  

He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons.  He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it.  I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.  

He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop.  I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.  

His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face.  He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream.  My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes.  He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.  

It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh.  There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....

Electric Nipples...Mmmm Good!

"Lay across my bed, fiona," he commands in a low, patient voice.

Oh no - is my only thought as I lay across his bed.

"Take off your shirt."

I am now laying across his bed with my pants on - he had me remove my bra earlier in the evening.   I know he's planning on playing...it's far to early to be secluded in our room to not play.  Oh, what does he have in mind.

"Close your eyes, fiona.  Goodgirl (yes, he says it like it's one word).  Now keep them closed, little one."

I feel...Oh...OH, he's putting something on my nipples.  It's cold and covers - like an inch and a half around my nipple.  It's foreign, I don't know what it is.  I feel the pull to open my eyes, but want to be good.  That disconnect - desire to open - desire to please is arousing, intoxicating.

Ohmygod, ohmygod...prickles, stings, little tiny stabs of electricity start to go through my nipples.  HOLY SHIT, he got out the TENS machine...we discussed this, but never did.  Ohmygod.  It feels painful, but just barley.  It is intense in all the right ways.

He lets me adjust to this feeling, all the while adding to it.  He's changing the intensity of the TENS and his other hand is rubbing, gently, his fingertips along my body.  Touching around my belly button.  Going in and out, up my side and down my arm, around my neck, giving it a squeeze.  AAHHHHH.

He touches me all over, eventually making his way back down my navel.  He unbuttons my jeans and slips them off along with my panties.  He pushes my knees apart and gently touches my calfs, my knees, my thighs.  He wanders his fingers around my soft, warm folds.  He touches my wetness and spreads it around my lips.  He dips his fingers into my warm honey, making me moan even louder.

After building the tension inside of me, he removes his fingers and quickly replaces them with The Dildo.  It's so large as he gently stretches me as he invades my pussy.  I'm so tight around it, it's not sliding in easily even though I am oh, so wet.

"If its a bit hard for you to take, that's ok. I want you to take it anyway I give it to you.  Do you understand, fiona?"  he says.

With those words, I relax and the dildo slides in.  He fucks me with it slow - in and out.  He makes sure its considerable length is naturally lubricated with my nectar before he pushes it harder and faster.

The tingling on my nipples, the penetration that is so filling and rough and claiming.  Oh, I am so....horny.

"What are you imagining, fiona?" he asks.
"you're putting a big dick inside me." i breathlessly reply.

"Is it mine?  Is it someone else's?"

AHHHHH.  He fucks me with The Dildo and I come apart.

"Ask me for it." he commands.
         what the FUCK is it with him wanting me to ask??????
"Please make me take the big dick, sir." I breath.  "Please let me cum."

Now typically, I do NOT ask to cum, he doesn't EVER really control that.  It was where I was.  It was the wonton, horny, sexually deviant, slut that was deep inside me screaming for freedom.

and with that...he renews his assault, turning up the TENS and fucking me with recless abandon and I CUM...HUGE.

He removes The Dildo and I close my knees and feel so bereft, so empty - cranving fullness!

I hear a zip but don't look as I roll my knees back and forth - my body apart from my mind.

He removes the TENS from my nipples.  He sucks on each and Oh, it feels like warm ocean waves rolling over my overly sensitive nubs.  He leans up and with no preamble, he's inside of me.  His shirt on, jeans on, zipper open allowing his cock to mate up with my sex. He starts to move and he's not being any too gentile...he's fucking in roughly the same manner he was with The Dildo.  My hands go up to his chest and push against him.

I want.  I want his cock inside - as deep as I can.  He's slamming into me and I'm leavering his torso to get him as deep inside as possible. He's pumping into me and I cum apart. My Sir is a large man. He is tall and very muscular. I cum and my body clenches around him...but not just my pussy.  All of my muscles seem to tighten.  I am fuly supporting his upper body on my arms because I am pushing so hard. I cum and he cums and I just don't stop. I can feel my pussy gripping onto his cock with the power I have never experienced.  I can feel me milking him and know he has deposited his seed deep inside me.  He's stopped pumping and yet my body just continues to pulse. I am lost to the sensation, panting, shuddering, moaning...lost.
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He tucks me into bed and tells me he'll clean everything up. He kisses my forehead and turns off the light. I am thoroughly, roughly fucked and exhausted, lay sated.

HIS Girl And The FUCKING Hickey

“Your going to have a hickey,” he says, nonchalantly.

“Are you FUCKING kidding me???” Oh yes, I really said that!

I looked in the mirror as we were in the bathroom at the time.  Crap, Crap, Crap, he wasn’t kidding me.  I wear scarfs all the time because I love them, but I hate loathe having to wear one because a fucking-hickey visible.

Impetuously, fueled by righteous indignation, I hit Sir on the shoulder.  Crap, Crap, Crap, I shouldn’t have done that.  Now I’m tall and very strong, BUT he is taller and much stronger.  I dash to the bed, trying to safely hide half of my body.  He calmly walks over to me, lays on top of me, pinning my arms above my head and leaning on them.  He’s leaning on all of me, so I can feel the weight of him. 

Have I said, Crap, Crap, Crap!!!  He looks in my eyes, his glowing - scorching.  Calmly, deliberately - slowly even - he speaks to me.

“You are MY little girl. “

“You are MY good girl.”

“AND I can do anything I want to any part of you.”

“Your body is available to me – even for a hickey.”

“What do you say.”

“Yes, Sir.”  I whisper, truly trying to breathe and regroup as a flash flood just happened inside my body.

God, I love this man! (NOT the fucking hickey)

Spank Breasts To Wetness

"Get on top of me." he tells me, unceremoniously, this morning.  There was no foreplay, no warming up, he had simply woken up, reached over, grabbed my arm to pull me atop him and issued the command.

"I'm not very wet," I quickly retort, placing my pussy over his very hard cock.

"Oh, I'll take care of that by the end."

"By cumming in me?" I reply. To which he looks into my eyes and grins, his evil grin.  I inwardly roll my eyes and have a brief inner conflict between wanting to simply be satisfied to be of service, wishing he would reach for the lube because...ugh - he just pushed in without any natural moisture...and wanting foreplay as I was asleep just a few seconds ago.

He begins to pump into me and he pushes me up slightly.  He rolls my nipple to attention and then quickly plays the bongos on my breasts.  Again, my mind quickly drifts to being indignant - a boy playing bongos on my titties, I mean seriously?!  As I sit up straighter, he swings and begins to spank - my breasts hard and upon impact I moan and cum.  Holy, holy, wow...that was quick.  Well no worries about being dry...

He continues to spank hard while he impales me and I continue to pulse, squeeze, and gush.

When he has had his pleasure, he looks into my eyes once again, "Good morning, fiona."  Indeed!

Doesn't Take Much

I'm laying in bed on top of the covers.
He lays beside me.

He reaches over and one hand wanders to my jean clad leg.
He rubs one of my thighs.

His hand roams to my apex.
He spanks my pussy, over my jeans.

He hits with a thud, cupping his hand.
He spanks over and over. Ahhhh.

When he stops, he squeezes,
then he rubs, up and down.

"Your a little wet through these pants."