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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That one time I took her from behind

The kids come back today, and we head off shortly on another trek into the future. I’ve been obsessed with some home renovations and photography, leaving little time for blogging.

Which Amy has pointed out.

I’ve been particularly focused on laying tile down on the concrete patio. Amy has viewed this as a “less than immediate” priority task. She pointed out that I could have been building the shed, which would give us some additional storage space, and relieve congestion in the house. As she pointed out “We already had a perfectly good floor out there.”

Well. Too bad. Now we have a tiled floor out there.

And still no shed.

Ok so that’s the next project.

But it means we had some stories that didn’t get told over the last two weeks. One morning Amy and I were fooling around on the bed, and I knocked over her coffee cup. I grabbed it before it hit the floor, but in the process dumped most of the coffee over her head and the bed. I was starting to clean it up, but Amy said “Can’t we leave it for a bit?

We did so.

One thing continued to lead to another…and…well…

One of the most charming memories for me of the past week was fucking Amy from behind, her hair full of coffee and she herself with her faced pressed into the bedding next to this massive coffee stain on the sheets.

And then yesterday, we started to get up, and somehow I started massaging Amy’s wonderfully naked ass, which led to some serious spanking and anal play. Much fun, and well worthy of a story, but I’ve not had the time to get to it. Maybe Amy will.

We’ve been looking for vintage clothing, we’ve done photo shoots we haven’t mentioned here, and Amy got this KILLER black wiggle dress to wear to the club. It’s partially transparent, and looks awesome without a bra – I’ll get a shot up shortly, I’m planning to do a pic of her in it later today.

Returned to the club Saturday Night – had the most fun yet. I’m getting Amy used to the idea of public play. And you should see her in some of the vintage slips we have now. Perfect for a kink club.

I’ve got a picture in my head that kinda came to me in a dream. Amy and I have put together the clothes for it, now we just need a location to shoot it and a major prop, both of which we will get on the upcoming road trip. Not sure I can pull it off, but it will be fun trying. We’ll get something out of it, anyway.

It’s been a full week, enjoying ourselves and getting prepared for the future.

Now to get Amy into that wiggle dress.

And out of it…

Making her starved for orgasms

Amy hadn’t cum for a day or two, and really wanted to cum. The previous night, at some small hour of the morning, I awoke when Amy bit my neck in her sleep. She wanted to cum, she told me. I told her the next night I wanted to put her in chains and explore her body with my mouth, and that I would have her cum then.

We went to bed early that following night, skipping dinner, and neglecting the rest of “The Last Tango in Paris.” Amy was anxious; a woman used to coming daily, and now orgasm starved for – well I don’t remember exactly how long. Long enough, apparently. I reminded her about the chains, which she had thought was just a sleep induced thought of mine from the night before, and offered to go get her chains.

I said “No.”

I didn’t want her doing anything.

I got the chains myself.

I made her lie patiently on the bed, awaiting my return. Then, as I fitted the chains to her body, I explained to her that this was for my pleasure, and she wasn’t to do anything, just to respond in whatever way her body led her. I carefully made certain that she knew I wanted to explore her body for my own interests, and that I wasn’t interested in giving her an orgasm, but that I would play with her as long as I felt like it, and when I had had my fill of exploring her, she would then masturbate for me.

After chaining her, I flipped her over on her belly, and began exploring her back and arms with my mouth and hands. After a while, I moved down to her lower back, and then to her ass. With the chains on her ankles, I couldn’t open her ass cheeks as easily as I would have liked, as her legs could only spread so wide, but I was still able to use my tongue and fingers to test her little asshole in various ways. Her hips began to move rather rhythmically at times.

Gentle whimpers.

A pleasant background music to my own focused interest.

Some time later, I rolled her onto her back, and explored her belly and thighs with my mouth and hands. I left aside her breasts, as I knew she would likely writhe and thrash if I explored them, and I wanted a quieter, more contemplative ambience.

I eventually found my way to her pussy, and played with it until I grew tired of exploring, my lips fully satiated with the taste of Amy’s delicious body, and moved alongside her to twist her nipples as she masturbated herself to a mandated orgasm.

She came fast.

I held her for a while after she came, then later I fucked her, long after her own orgasm had subsided, for the delicious pleasure of just using her body. The chains make entering her a bit awkward, but the different angle of penetration is always welcome, and I came in her with a sharp intensity.

How to manhandle a cocktease

My girl is a tease.

She’s very playful all the time, but tends to curtail that playfulness sexually. In bed anyways.

Not anymore.

I woke up groggy the other morning, with a velvet hand stroking my nether parts to firm attention. The sudden shift of blood to a region well away from my brain did nothing to decrease my foggy state of mind. Suddenly, Amy lifted herself up and over me, carefully lowering herself with a big playful smile onto my cock.

Well.

She leans forward, with her wonderful 38D breasts right in my face, and begins some very slow movements with her hips. Very slow, very teasing.

I make a few thrusts up into her, and with the third thrust she rises up into the air, preventing my cock from actually driving into her. She begins the slow movements again, which I savor, until I give her a few deep upward thrusts, which she teasingly interrupts again by rising up out of reach, matching my motions with a playful movement that keeps my cock poised just inside her pussy, and no deeper.

Plus she pulls her breasts out of reach and away from my mouth from time to time.

Devilishly wicked, and very wonderfully sensual.

Every so often I simply grab her hips, and hold her in place while I fuck her from below for a few moments, before I allow her to continue teasing me again.

She’s sexy.

And smiling the whole time, except when she gets a little overcome by the sensations herself.

Eventually, the teasing session evolves into her getting flipped onto her back on the bed, and seriously fucked hard.

As she should be.

Spanking while being sick

I have a really bad cold. I am coughing and wheezing and miserable. Last night Richard took pity on me and told me that we weren’t going to play, even though the kids were gone for the first time in five days. He took me to bed early, pulled me into his arms, and said “Go to sleep, baby.”

He said I was asleep in seconds.

This morning I woke, as I often do, to him playing with my breasts. He pinched my nipples and I moaned. His hand slipped between my closed legs.

“Open.”

“Wider.”

As he played with my clit, my hips began to move and when he slipped a finger inside me, I shuddered.

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“I know you’re not feeling good. But I want to play with you. You don’t have to do anything. Fall back asleep if you’d like.”

Then he began to explore my body with his hands and his mouth, slowly.

It felt heavenly and I did start to drift off a few times. But then he began to play with my ass, and I woke up. He slid his thumb into my ass, and then he slid a couple of fingers into my pussy.

Oooooh, it felt nice. I moved my hips a tiny bit, but he didn’t respond. He just kept his hand in place, thumb in my ass, fingers in my pussy, fingers resting against my clit.

After a while, I dozed off a bit, but then I woke to him fucking me with his fingers. This time when I moaned, he pulled his fingers out, flipped me over and slid his cock into me.

He fucked me for a while, while telling me that he was sorry that I was sick, that he knew I was too tired to want to fuck, but that he wanted to, so too bad. Then he pulled out and told me to masturbate. I whimpered and said I was too tired. I wouldn’t be able to cum.

“OK. If you don’t want to masturbate, that’s fine. I’ll hurt you instead. You know hurting you turns me on too.”

“Nonononono! I’ll masturbate! I will!”

“Too late. Now I’m excited about hurting you.”

So he did. I had thought I was safe from being hurt for a while. He doesn’t want to make any bruises right now, because he wants to take pictures over the next few days and he says bruises take too long to Photoshop out.

He reached over to my right nipple and twisted it, hard. I squeaked and tried to pull away. He held me down and kept twisting.

“Oh God, I love hurting you. Look how hard I am already.”

He pulled my hand down to his cock, which was rock hard. Then he reached for my left nipple and twisted it. Hard. He had me pinned down, so I was bucking but couldn’t get away.

“I’m going to fuck you while I’m hurting you.”

He rolled on top of me and slipped in easily. If I’m not a masochist, why does it make me so wet when he hurts me? Gah.

As he was fucking me, he was staring into my eyes. His eyes are really scary when he gets like this.

“I don’t want to give you any bruises right now. So I think I’ll take your air away. That doesn’t leave bruises.”

He pinched my nose shut, and clamped down with his mouth on mine. I was pleading and twisting and struggling to get away, which only turned him on more. It felt like hours before he let go. Then he did it again. Then he paused.

“Do you think maybe you could masturbate now?”

“Yes. Please. Please let me masturbate.”

I masturbated for him. But unfortunately, once he gets into “hurty” mode, he doesn’t come out of it easily. So while I masturbated, he continued to pinch and pull my nipples and then he bit them! That hurts so bad! I begged him not to bite and he laughed.

“Fine, I’ll choke you instead. But don’t you dare stop masturbating or I’ll hurt you worse.”

He put his hands around my neck and slowly increased the pressure. If he felt me slow down, he’d remind me that he would hurt me much worse if I stopped.

I came with his hands around my neck. What have I become?

Boy cut lace panties

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Such a lovely ass, which got a very hard spanking recently. The same day that Amy was feeling insecure about being owned and loved; we spent a lot of time cuddling and talking, which led quite naturally to some very “emphatic” love making. Amy got her face slapped and hair pulled a few times, the hardest ass spanking she’s received yet, and some very rough breast play. The breast play was a little rougher than I intended, and Amy has some significant bruises on her left breast, both from gripping it hard with my hand and some extended spanking on the side of her breast. The bruises are sexy to see, but the play was a little rougher than I had intended them to be.

Well, you try things out and you learn. Now I know Amy can definitely stand some hard play that leads to significant bruising. I just don’t like the bruising because it complicates other areas of life, such as photography, and could be seen by people who don’t need to see it.

I’ve been toying with the idea of fucking Amy in a parking lot, and making her ride home nude in the front seat, which horrifies her. It’s borderline public play, so it’s not something we will do, but it’s fun to make her shudder when I run through a little fantasy and make her feel what it would be like. Poor thing.

We went out dancing at a club last night, which kind of set the whole topic in motion. Amy is a great dancer, and can go from being very innocent to devilishly sexy, and back again. Very erotic, even wearing a turtleneck sweater like she did last night. We have both agreed she was wearing too much clothing, she because she got over heated, and me just feeling I needed to see more of her body. We’ll go out again next week, and I’ll have her in a minidress, or maybe something with a little cleavage. Should be something to see.

Not sure yet if I’ll let her wear panties.

Maybe the boy cut lace.

And maybe just her bare pussy.

We’ll see.

Counting the times I had anal sex

I suppose I will eventually quit keeping track of the number of times I’ve been ass-fucked. But not yet.

Last night Richard put on my new collar, and then had me sleep in it. Ooooo it’s so pretty! It’s pale blue with rhinestones, and it has a little pink heart tag with my name and Richard’s cell phone number on it. He says that’s in case I get lost, someone can bring me back to him.

It made me feel very owned and very submissive. I woke up several times during the night and felt it around my neck and I felt so happy, so content.

We actually slept through the night without fucking (seriously, this is I believe a first in over a month!), but at 6 am Richard woke up and decided to fuck me in the ass.

A few days ago he had spoken to me about how trepidatious I act when he starts playing with me there. He was concerned about it, because he planned to continue to do anal, and he didn’t want it to be a bad experience for me. So he said he was going to take it very, very slowly the next time, and he would make sure that it didn’t hurt at all.

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I didn’t tell Richard, but I had a bit of a talk with myself after that. I realized that I needed an attitude adjustment. Even though I have been enjoying anal (all 3 previous times), I have been anxious about it because it is a bit uncomfortable at the beginning each time. Also, I think it still seems a bit…out there, dirty, beyond naughty…like maybe I *shouldn’t* enjoy it.

So I told myself that from now on, when Richard starts to play with my ass, I was just going to relax and enjoy it. No pulling away, no moaning, no re-directing (grin).

Which I did, this morning. I wouldn’t say he went “very, very slowly”, as he had said he would. Unless 5 minutes of foreplay is “very, very slowly”, which it mostly isn’t in this household. (hehe I may get in trouble for that comment!)

And it was great. I relaxed and when it was a teensy bit uncomfortable I told him and he slowed down and gave me a chance to catch my breath. After a few minutes it felt wonderful. It’s so hot, on my knees with my face in the sheets, my ass in the air and him pounding away at me. Purrrrrrrrrrrr. I could have easily thrown the alarm through the window this morning.

The spanish inquisition in spanking

No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.

The Spanish Inquisition has three main weapons; threesomes, branding, tattoos, and exhibitionism.

Four.

Four main weapons; threesomes, branding, tattoos, exhibitionism, and nipple piercings.

Five.

Five main weapons…

And so it goes here. There are three things in this relationship that I have taken “off the table.” Well, four if you listen to me tell it – to Amy it’s only three; and that’s something we joke about.

Before we met, when we were talking on the phone or by IM, we were both very open about what we liked and didn’t like in our lifestyles. I’ve lived a more sexually adventurous life in some ways than Amy until now. I say that with some hesitation, as it isn’t entirely true, but it will work as a shorthand for now as people still learn about us. It would be the common perception of us, by an outsider.

The three (four) things are all things that I liked, that concerned Amy, and after discussion I pulled them from our inevitable, yet still upcoming at the time, relationship.

The first is threesomes. Amy is monogamous, and has concerns about bringing a third person into our relationship in any sexual or emotional way. Next is body modification, and the final one is exhibitionism, which we consider to be any D/s play in public that exposes Amy physically or emotionally beyond traditional limits of accepted cultural behavior.

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I like MM/F threesomes, because of the objectification they force, at least the way I do them, on the woman in the threesome. To me, the feeling is one of complete ownership and domination of an owned slave, used for pleasure, and shared by her owner with no regard to her wishes, nor is she able to have any control over her own body, even to the point of who she has sex with. Amy sees this as hot, but had fears it could damage her emotionally.

Amy did not want her body marked by branding and tattooing; her main concern seems to be about the message those marks would send about her, to the people who would be in a position to see them, such as her children.

And exhibitionism. Amy is not the least bit sexually exhibitionistic in a public setting, and prefers to keep her sex life out of the public eye, although she is experimenting with me here in this blog about revealing herself, but only anonymously of course.

After discussion, I told Amy I would remove these options from our relationship. My feeling is that Amy, who has a deep, deep desire to please, would be willing to do things she felt were harmful to herself, if she thought I wanted her to do them. So it’s not a matter of letting her decide if she wants to do them; she will want to do them if they please me. I have to make that decision for her, as I do so many other decisions that are important between us.

Amy will no doubt have her own take on these topics, and will probably speak to these issues at some point as well.

To me, these are ways that we can use to further our D/s relationship, but they are not the only tools, and there are others far more effective and exciting than the ones I have decided not to use for now. The last three nights, for example, I have made Amy sleep at the bottom of the bed with my cock in her mouth, a wonderful way to take away her former expectations of even where she will sleep at night. For the moment, I have not yet made her sleep on a large pillow with the dogs, nor have I forbidden her the use of furniture, but all in good time.

Got it in the rear end again

That’s right. I got ass fucked again. I mentioned in an earlier post that I’d only been ass-fucked twice. Now it’s three times.

But I’m not sure whether I should write about my ass-fucking, or about when he blindfolded me and tied my hands and then went down on me for an hour, bringing me to the edge then stepping back over and over and over, until he finally let me cum in a screaming, slamming, writhing orgasm.

Or I could write about him taking me to bed last night and face-fucking me, then pushing me to the bottom of the bed, where he made me sleep with his cock in my mouth or in my hand all night. He would pull me up next to him during the night when he felt like fucking me, then shove me back down to the base of the bed.

I know what I’m NOT going to write about. I’m NOT going to write about his awful last post, and in particular those awful pictures he took of me. Nonononono, I’m not. : (

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Fuck me the right way

Gosh, Richard’s last post was so romantic. Several things he said brought tears to my eyes. You’d probably be surprised, given the sentiment in which he wrote about watching me sleep, what happened next.

“she makes the soft, soft sounds of a woman who feels the need of a man come upon her.”

I probably did. I’ve realized since being with him that I make a lot of noises I’m not aware of – cooing, purring, moaning, even saying “nonono” while I’m being fucked. What woke me up was being fucked, hard, and then flipped over onto my belly. He was holding my ankles and pulling my legs down the bed.

“Lift up your legs.”

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I tried to think what position he wanted me in. He was using his no-nonsense voice, so I didn’t want to ask too many questions or god forbid complain.

I tried to lift one leg, but that wasn’t right. It just made him yank harder and he sounded annoyed.

“Keep your legs together. Lift them.”

I went a little limp and let him position me. As I wakened more, I realized that he was pulling me onto his lap. WTF??? It wasn’t even six in the morning! Was I really going to get a spanking?

I was.

He started spanking gently, moving from cheek to cheek. It tingled a little, but didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt kind of good. I have a hard time admitting that, but it did.

Then he started spanking harder. I moaned a little complaint. That wasn’t a good idea. He spread my legs and started spanking my pussy. That hurt AND it was embarrassing. Unfortunately, me being embarrassed makes both of us hot, and he has a radar for my embarrassment.

“I know you’re a good girl.”

He spanks my pussy so hard it stings.

“I’m not spanking you to punish you.”

He spanks my pussy again, harder, and I moan. His fingers rub along my clit, and then back, and he begins to play with my asshole. I can feel that his hand is wet. This means that my pussy is wet, and I know that he knows my pussy is wet. Even more embarrassing.

“I’m spanking you so that you know what it will be like if you’re bad.”

“If you’re bad, I’ll spank you like this, but much, much harder.”

He begins to spank my ass again, but harder. The thudding jars through my body, and I can feel both cheeks heating up. I am whimpering and pleading under my breath. Not pleading out loud, because that gets me into trouble. I don’t want any more trouble than I already have.

“Are you going to be bad?”

“No! I won’t be bad. I promise. I’m never bad. You know I’m never bad.” Then I sob.

Sobbing was a mistake. He loves it when I sob. The spanking gets harder.

As he spanks me, he explains to me in a calm voice that he expects me to be a good girl, and if I’m not, I will get a much worse spanking than the one I am getting now. I can’t really imagine a worse spanking than this, and I hate it that it is making my pussy so wet, especially when he spreads my legs to spank my pussy some more, or when he takes a break to run his wet fingers around my clit, then teases my cunt and my asshole before spanking some more.

After a while, the constant percussion puts me into a trance and I can sense when he begins to hit harder or to lighten his touch, but I don’t really feel it. I’m no longer complaining, I may be whimpering or moaning – you would have to ask him, because I don’t know. He stops to admire my ass, and stands me up and shows me in the mirror. It’s bright red, and I can see his fingermarks.

Then I have to get up and go to work.