Spanked on all parts… all

Hi all – wrote this yesterday, but didn’t get a chance to proof-read it til this morning (I’m anal that way, if no other lol.) Richard will post a pic of the wiggle dress later today. xoxoAmy

Our young ones are due back in just a couple of hours. We are both really excited to see them, but also sad to see the end of this idyllic two weeks we have had together. We’ve never had this much time alone, with so few things that we HAD to do or places that we HAD to be. I’m afraid I got only about a third of the work done that I’d planned. But I’ve had ten times as much fun, so I guess it all balances out.

Yesterday was possibly the most hedonistic, decadent and just plain fun of my whole life. We went clubbing again on Saturday night, and got home at 3:00 am (we saw even more cool stuff at the club this time, including fireplay – zowie! – I’ll try to write about it later). I have always been a bed-by-ten kinda gal so this was waaaaay past my bedtime.

 

I woke up at 6:30, which is actually late for me. Richard had reached over in his sleep and pulled me toward him, tucked my ass into his lap, wrapped his arms around me and held me by the wrists. That still, after several months, makes me feel submissive and hot and squirmy. I started wiggling around a bit. Richard woke up and said “Are you really awake? Shall we get up and have coffee?” What a saint my sadist is. But I said no and managed to settle myself down enough so that we fell back asleep until 9.

I hopped out of bed and made coffee, and brought it to Richard with the newspaper. We never opened the newspaper.

We started talking about our night at the club. Richard wants to eventually do some public play. Yikes! I pointed out that we had never really done a “scene” as such. You know – tie me up, bring out all kinds of implements, flog and swat and spank and poke while saying all kinds of wicked things to me, then untie me (or not) and fuck me like a madman. I thought that I probably needed some PRIVATE experience with that kind of thing before doing it publicly. I suggested maybe like ten years of private experience. Richard thought probably we could fit ten years of experience in the next few weeks if he really tried hard. Bad man.

Richard suggested that what I really needed was more experience with “sensation play”. Then he proceeded to discuss the different kinds of experience it would be useful for me to have. Spanking (I actually have LOTS of experience with that, IMHO), flogging (none), whipping (none), caning (none), cropping (a bit, if that’s a word), nipple clamps (yum), other pinchy things (yuck), etc. I’ve only been tied up a couple of times too, although I’ve worn chains quite a bit.

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Talking about all this, as you might expect, got both of us feeling a little hot and bothered, especially as Richard was compelled to rub the various parts of me to which he wished to apply sensation as we spoke.

Finally Richard said “OK, flip onto your belly.”

I didn’t argue, even though I assumed a spanking was coming. I usually argue about a spanking, at the start anyway, but I think he’d mesmerized me with the stroking and talking.

He started spanking me, slowly and firmly, not too hard, moving from cheek to cheek. He’d stop occasionally and rub my ass, then rub and stroke my neck and back. I was squeaking and purring and moaning. Blissed out. It felt really good, even the stinging. The impact is almost like a good backrub.

After a while, in between spanks he slid his fingers along my clit and my pussy and my ass, then caressed my asshole softly. Usually this makes me tense up, from shyness and embarassment. This time I was so relaxed from the spanking and stroking that I didn’t tense up. Instead I orgasmed, which I have never done before without direct clitoral contact. Wow.

He kept spanking and stroking and a little later I heard him reach for the Astroglide. Gulp. He poured it onto his fingers and a couple of drops fell on my ass. He slid his fingers along my clit and then to my asshole, and gently slipped one in. I groaned softly. He began to finger-fuck me in the ass, the other hand rubbing my ass and my back.

He began to spank me again as he continued to finger-fuck me, now sliding two fingers in. I was out of control, moaning and humping his hand and having constant mini-orgasms.

Suddenly he grabbed me by the hips and pulled my ass in the air. I still had a sarong tied around my waist (my usual item of clothing around the house). Richard untied it. I thought he would throw it off the bed, but instead he wound it up, slid it under my hips, wrapped it around his hands and used it to haul me toward him as he fucked me.

Talking, playing, fucking, orgasming – it was after noon before we got out of bed. What decadence!

We went out for a late breakfast and then rollerblading (I’m just learning, Richard is a pro, the story of my life I realize).

Richard laid tile on the patio while I lay naked in our hot tub. I kept asking if this was really okay, I felt like such a lazy creature, but Richard said he loved having me out there with him.

Afterwards we took a looooong nap, then went to our favorite Mexican restaurant for a pitcher of mango margaritas and carnitas. We were going to try a scene afterwards, but we were too full and sleepy from eating so late. We walked around the neighborhood instead and went to bed like two old people around 11.

Now the question is, how to deal with the inevitable distance that will develop with less time alone, more responsibilities and less ability to focus exclusively on each other. To make it even more challenging, we’re about to spend two weeks with family (expect few if any blog posts – sorry).

We’ve already talked about ways that we can continue to be D/s without freaking out the rellies. I have to ask permission to use the bathroom (see explanatory post here). Richard was okay to just drop that for two weeks, but I think it will help me keep feeling connected to him, so he suggested that I squeeze his hand if I want permission. He’ll squeeze back if he wants to give me permission. Which he’d better, cuz otherwise I’ll squeeze his hand so hard it hurts. And then pee on his foot. Not really.

I’m gonna miss all y’all. I hope everybody is having as great a time as I am. I will try to post whenever possible over the next couple of weeks.

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