What do you think?

Can anybody tell me how they manage to not wiggle and struggle and fight when they are getting spanked? I don't totally understand it myself. Its something I want. Its something I enjoy...after....but the during....poor Honey has his hands full. I want him to really whack away on my ass some days...but that doesn't mean that I can just sit there and take it. Its instinct, you know? Oh, some days I can most definitely just take it...and even ask for more...and harder. Needless to say, Honey is really fond of those days but most of the time I can't. I watch spanking videos all the time. I am in awe. Oh sure, there are a few that wiggle around like I do but most just let them beat their asses and at most squeal or whine. When I'm in "that" frame of mind, I don't much squeal, whine or wiggle...Honey really likes that...not that he minds when I fight back so much, its just much nicer for both of us when I don't.

He has gotten pretty good at being able to tell how hard he can spank too. Its not something I care to remind him of very often, but usually if he starts out hard, like harder than I like and will probably say mean things to him over, he can spank longer and harder overall. I LOVE the bruises. We actually had some spanking games recently that left a pretty respectable bruise for over a week! There were a couple of bruises but only one that was really good.

And does anybody else have those "phases"? You know, sometimes you want to be whipped with the belt, sometimes the paddle, sometimes the cane, etc? I almost always prefer a wooden paddle, and we have several different kinds. Some are big, some are small, some are thick, some are thin...It has surprised me more than I can say how much those thin paddles can hurt. Its not hurt really...more like sting. They sting like the dickens.

When its at its best, Honey gets into this spanking/teasing rhythm that is just mind-boggling. I get to the point that I just become a ball of sensation and just want to be fucked...and beaten...and fucked...and beaten...and I can't tell which I enjoy more. Spanking and ass-fucking have always just seemed like natural companions.

Here is my perfect sex night.

It starts out with mild spanking...maybe a playful handspanking or even an implement. Honey has me lay over his lap. He raises my skirt and pulls down my panties. He rubs my ass first, getting me nice and relaxed and then he begins. He spanks my bare bottom until it is a nice rosy pink color. It is just starting to radiate heat. He drops me between his legs where I kneel as he takes his pants off. He gathers my hair at the back of my head and pulls me toward him. He is semi-hard. He tells me he is going to use my mouth to masturbate. I open my mouth to receive him. He guides my face onto his cock, and forces my head back and forth as his cock grows in my mouth. With each inward stroke I can feel his cock going further down my throat, filling more of my mouth. He tell me to just keep my mouth open and he holds my head still. His cock has reached its full length and width and he wants to fuck my throat. He pistons his hips back and forth in my mouth, reaching further and further with the head of his cock down my throat. I am lucky enough (or maybe its Honey thats the lucky one) to not have much of a gag reflex so he can shove his entire cock down my throat. Most of the time I don't gag. But sometimes....on this particular day, when I gag, Honey takes it as a sign to pull me up, push my down over his lap again and wail on my ass. He takes me by surprise the first time. He holds me down across his lap while he takes a belt to my ass. The swats are hard and fast. I hardly have time to react at all, for the realization of what has happened to sink in before I find myself back on the floor between his legs, my mouth being forced onto his cock again, doing exactly what he he said he was going to do...masturbating with my mouth. He jerks my head back and forth, pushing his cock again all the way into my mouth, into my throat. When he gets all of his cock wedged deep, he holds my head down, not letting me off his cock to breathe, pumping his hips trying to get just a little more in my mouth. When he lets my head up, I gasp for air but before I know it, his cock is wedging its way down my throat again. I gag and try to pull away. This is what he wants, of course. I find myself thrown over his lap again and this time he pelts my ass with a ping-pong paddle. He gets a good dozen swats off before the sting sets in my brain and I whine..no words, just a sound. This gets him going even more and he pounds my ass as hard as he can at least two dozen more times without stopping. My ass feels like its going explode. I struggle to get away but he has me trapped. The sting is so sharp I have trouble breathing. All I can do is gasp. He shoves me off his lap again and this time stands up. He takes my head in his hands again and fucks my face hard. I'm afraid my teeth are going to cut my lips but he doesn't care. I can feel him getting close to cumming. I can taste it. He is varying his speed now. As he gets close, he slows down. When he has his orgasm at bay, he fucks my face hard. When he's ready to spank me more, he shoves his cock down my throat as deep as he can over and over until I gag. He jerks me back off the floor and over his lap again. As he rains blows down on my ass with a hairbrush, he tells me its time to move on...not from the spanking...we still have lots of spanking to do...he beats my ass with the hairbrush until I am begging him to stop. My ass has become a crimson red and is radiating much heat. When he tires of the hairbrush, he gets up and bends me over the side of the bed. He rips off ten hard swats from the holy paddle before I can mutter a gutteral groan of pain. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks me. I know what answer he wants from me. "No." He resumes spanking my ass with the holy paddle. He spanks hard and fast. Another gutteral groan escapes me. He throws the paddle on the bed next to me and leans up against me, his thighs pressed against my thighs, his hard cock pushing up against me and in between my legs, his chest on my back. He reaches around and grasps both of my breasts and squeezes, massages, pinches. He whispers in my ear "I'm going to fuck you soon. I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to fuck you hard." My breathing is ragged with pain and arousal. "I may fuck your pussy but I promise you I'm going to fuck you up the ass. My cock is going to be buried so deep in your ass you're going to know I was there for days. If your lucky, I MAY lube your ass first, but that's a big maybe. Right now, I'm thinking you just need to take me any way I want." One hand roughs up my breast and the other hand moves between my legs. "Im not done spanking you yet. You need a really good ass-beating." I can't say a word. I'm terrified and turned on. "I can tie you up for the spanking or you can be a good girl and take it what I have to give you. Which is it going to be?" "Please don't tie my hands down," I plead with him. "Alright, we'll give it a try, but if you don't stay still, I'll be forced to restrain you." With that, he takes the hand that was between my legs and toys with my ass. "Oh baby, your ass is so hot. You have no idea how much that turns me on." He squeezes my asscheek, causing renewed pain to my already sensitive skin. He takes the hand from my breast and massages both asscheeks roughly. He separates my asscheeks and probes the tight hole he intends to take. It feels dry but I tingle all over as he pushes the tip of a finger inside. "Oh yeah, your ass is just crying for my cock..." No words come out of me. He prods a little further. "You just love getting your ass beat, don't you Baby." He shoves a finger all the way in my ass. I gasp. He doesn't spend a long time there, but he pumps his finger in and out a few times. He chuckles to himself. He removes his finger, places his hand on my back. I feel a coolness on my flaming asscheeks. The real spanking begins. With his hand on my lower back to make sure I don't move, my ass gets beaten with the lexan paddle, a thin wooden paddle, the holy paddle and Bruiser. I find myself lost in subspace, wanting more and more. Honey lays a cool 100 hard swats on my ass before he stops. Then he hovers over me again. His erection teases me. His hands go straight to my breasts and he whispers in my ear. "You like that, don't you Baby. " I still can't talk. "You ready for me to fuck you?" He slides his cock back and forth against my pussy. "MMMmmmm hmmmmmmm" is the best I can muster. "My cock is so hard. Can you feel it??" Your cock pokes at my ass. Once again, I can't say anything. I am afraid that you will take my ass without preparation. You smack my ass with your hand. "I asked you a question." I still can't answer. I feel the head of your cock press against my tight sphincter. "Do you want me to spank your ass more or would you rather get fucked now." "Fuck me" I whisper. You press the head of your cock into my ass. I gasp. It hurts. "What did you say" you ask me, pushing your cock in a little at a time, pretending you don't hear me. "Oh.....it hurts," I struggle to get the words out. "Did you say it hurts?" You mock-question me as you sink a good half of your length into my ass. I can feel my asshole tearing. "Oh...oh...oh God!" I half-cry. You pull your cock back a little ways and slam it the rest of the way in. "Take it out! Take it out! Take it out! It hurts too much!" I plead. "Breathe," you tell me calmly in my ear. You ease your cock back until just the tip remains. As you pull back, it rips the breath out of me. "Fuck you in the ass or beat your ass hard for the next half hour. The choice is yours." You shove your cock all the way in again. "Beat me. I can't take it. Please take it out."You hold your cock inside me for a minute, giving my asshole a chance to get used to the rude instrusion. You pump gently back and forth. "Are you sure?" You ask me almost teasingly. I'm not sure. I'm not sure of anthing. "No." I whisper. You pull your cock out of my ass as quickly as you had shoved in. You grab up one of the wooden paddles and lay into my ass. My subspace as been interrupted and now I struggle, but you hold me down while you pound on my ass. You stop briefly. "Oh Baby, you are definitely going to know I've been here every time you try to sit down for days." You don't beat my ass for half an hour but what little relief I had started to gain disappears and the red hot flame returns. I can't count. I can't speak. All I can do is struggle. When you are satisfied with the beating you are giving me, you throw down the paddle, spread my asscheeks, and shove your cock up my ass again. It takes the breath away from again but this time the pain isn't quite as bad. You fuck my ass earnestly from the beginning this time. I know that no matter how much I complain, how much I beg, how much I plead, this time it won't do me any good. You murmur things about how good your cock looks in my ass, how good my red ass looks around your cock, the beautiful bruises that are already beginning to show, but I can barely hear. There is roar of pain, pleasure, and growing excitement in my ears. My hand moves to my clit and in seconds, my orgasm is racing yours to the finish line. You pound my ass hard with your cock. Your cock slides easily in and out, as if you had lubed my ass to start with. I hear your orgasm mounting. I feel your cock swelling in my sore ass. As your moans of pleasure gain in strength, my own mount to match yours. Soon, all either of us can hear is the blood rushing in our ears, our own moans of orgasm. Tingles rip through my body from the tips of my toes, but through my asshole that is still impaled on your cock and now filling with your cum, to the hair on the top of my head. The earth rattles for me. I see fireworks. My orgasm feels like it will go on forever. As it subsides, I become aware of the fullness of your cock, still securely planed in my backside. I become aware of the pain of even the hair on your body as it rubs against the fleshy parts of my ass and thighs. When we can breathe again, you gently remove your cock from ass.

Another fantasy to play with. I think we have actually done something very similar to this.

Hope that makes up a little bit for only getting on about every 3 months these days.

So Much To Write

My writing is still obviously sporadic at best. Its not that I am so busy now, although I do manage to find things to do to take up my time. I want to try to do a quick catch up and see where the writing leads.



I can't write anything about Honey's and my exploits lately because there really haven't been any. Physically, it seems our bodies are not cooperating with us. Just as mine starts to settle and I'm finally figuring out my limitations, my poor Honey started having some serious problems. Nothing fatal or anything like that, but painful. Our sex life has become so uneventful that I feared Honey was no longer attracted to me and that he had found someone else that he was attracted to. It caused me some serious emotional pangs that I didn't share for quite a while and when I finally did, I didn't do it well. Then Honey decided to open up the proverbial gate, which was really a good thing because he didn't realize that the times I made cracks about a girlfriend that I was serious. My libido is almost as desirous as ever, but its not needy. If anything were ever to happen to Honey that he was no longer able to "perform" that particular marital obligation in the traditional sense, I could live with that. I would miss him in that way but I have no doubt that he would allow me my sexual gratification (also known as masturbation) with his assistance. I love his big, hard cock filling my orifices and there is absolutely no replacement for it, but its the intimacy that is most important to me. If I had to choose between cuddling and fucking, I would take the cuddling. Our love is strong and grows stronger all the time. And there is the spanking. I still crave it. I still want it but I am really confused about it. The short and sweet background of my confusion is that I was married to an abusive man the first time I was married. He didn't spank, he punched. We never even discussed spanking...not as kink, a foreplay, a form of entertainment or a lifestyle...not as anything at all. He was just downright mean. The fact is, before I was finally able to make my permanent break from him, pretty much the last year that I was with my first husband, I was resigned to and convinced that he was going to kill me. Not necessarily intentionally, but I truly believed that he was going to get drunk and beat me to death and then be very remorseful. It was Honey's friendship that helped me be strong enough to walk away from that abusive situation. Honey has a problem with spanking me sometimes because there isn't an abusive bone in his body. When he really lets himself go and whacks on my ass pretty good, then I start wondering how someone who is supposed to love me can do that to me...even though its what I want. Of course, being the spankee, he also has some trouble from time to time grappling with that issue. If I don't think about it and just allow myself to indulge, I like it. I want more...a LOT more. Unfortunately, I have a hard time shutting my brain down sometimes. It isn't just in spanking either. Its sex in general. If I think about what I look like, my age, or any of a thousand other things, I can't enjoy any kind of sex. I have to close my eyes and just let myself feel. Its stupid I know. It will kill an orgasm if my thoughts drift to me. I will most likely NEVER be involved in a 3 way, 2 males and me, because of that. Its hard enough to shut the intrusions in my brain with Honey, who I am as comfortable with as I am with myself, much less a third party. And then there is the jealousy issue. Neither Honey nor I believe that a third party in our bedroom can enhance any part of our lives together. Honey is extraordinarily understanding and patient with me. I think I am with him too when his issues pop up to bug him. He is the most important part of my life. Nothing is complete until I can share it with him. He is my best friend, my best lover, and psychologist, my musical partner...I don't love any one thing about him, I love the whole package. Sex and games are great but if I had to choose between having a platonic relationship with Honey or having him as a fuck buddy with no relationship, I would take the platonic anyday, hands down. When I try to explain just how much I love him, I find the words to describe exactly what I feel have yet to be formed. Words, phrases, syllables are all inadequate. Picture this: My heart is latex balloon. My love is the helium that fills that balloon. When I think it has reached its maximum capacity, I find there is always more expand that balloon without ever popping it.

Okay...off to other things. I have been visiting, searching, seeking and finding sex-related, and kink-related sites on the web. I want to share with you a few of my personal favorites.

1. Anal Amy.com. This is a blog being written by a very young slut who has a thing for....you guessed it...anal sex. She is quite the little nympho (slut is a word she often uses in reference to herself). She gets laid a lot, in a lot of different ways, by a lot of different people. I got so turned on by her reading her detailed descriptions of a few of her sexual encounters that I have decided to start from the beginning. This particular blog of hers appears to have been created in May of 2006. I am only up the middle of June of 06 and I think she has already had more sex partners than I have had in my entire life. Non-manogamy is so scary these days that although I LOVE reading of her encounters, I am really glad that I am 20 again. As a standing rule, I am always glad that I'm not 20 again. That decade was not one of my favorites. I was already having kids by the time I was Amy's age and sex was very confusing to me. I didn't like the fact that I didn't know what the "rules" were about having sex. In high school, its easy. You don't do it. I realize most people do but the "rule" is that if you are female, you don't do it...at least they were like that when I was in high school. Then comes marriage and the vows of manogamy. But the inbetween times...I found it difficult to negotiate all that. Amy doesn't seem to be having any problems. At her age, I was wondering things like: Do I have sex on the first date? How far is "okay" and for how long? I have never been particularly interested in others opinions about all that. I pretty decided that if I was attracted to a man, and he was attracted to me and we both wanted to have sex, then we would. I had quite a few one night stands, a few illicit affairs but for the most part, I was chaste compared to most of the people I know. Luckily for me, I have had Honey to work out all the things I missed out on. Amy now...I can live vicariously pretty damned well through her writings. I urge you to drop by her blog and spend a little time browsing. I would love to hear back from anybody that does stop by there and let me know what you think. She isn't a spanko, but honestly, I think she just hasn't discovered that fetish yet. Her anal exploits always leave me wet and seeking out Honey's cock. This is a girl after my heart. She loves anal sex at least as much as I do...and she's a pain slut even though she doesn't really appear to know it yet. She takes lots of hard cock up her ass and quite often without lube of any kind. Tell me that isn't a pain slut. Tell me that isn't a girl who wouldn't enjoy a bare bottomed ride across some strong young sadists lap. And she has just a touch of bisexual in her so I think she could bottom for both boys and girls. Here's Amy's webdress: http://www.anal-amy.com

I have so much more that I want to blog about and have been such a terrible procrastinator that I can really only do this one recommendation and review for now. I have to go to bed because I have to be up in about 3 hours and will probably be up the rest of day...but that is a whole blog unto itself. I'm not going to wait so long to post again. If I have the time 2 or 3 times a day to blog, I'm going to start making a point of actually doing it. Its part of what has kept me from blogging. I think I have to put everything down in one entry and when I don't get it done, I put it off and put it off...I make no promises when I will post again but I'm hoping soon because I have some tasty stuff to share.

Do you or have you ever fantasized...?

I shall pose this as a question, a fantasy and a concept. Have any of my readers out there, most of whom I know are female, ever considered, or fantasized about being a prostitute? I think those that enjoy humiliation and objectification will most understand what I am about to say. When considering, or fantasizing about the prospect of being a prostitute, you have to consider the levels of prostitution...each having its own fantasy attached to it.





Lets start from the bottom and work our way up.



THE STREETWALKER



Otherwise known as the $5 whore. As you can see, the nomenclature brings vivid imagery with it. For those who prefer humiliation and objectification, I would think this would be a common fantasy. I have to admit, it has been my occasional fantasy since I was an adolescent. The idea of being picked up by a stranger, bought like a bag of candy, subject to the whims of the person that bought me. For up to sixty minutes, I hand my body over to another individual to do with as he pleases . Oh my fantasies have ranged from the mere streetwalking, being picked up and fucked like any other whore to the more vivid fantasies. I get picked up by a real weirdo, someone who really wants to watch me squirm. He starts out by forcing me to my knees and shoving his hardening cock down my throat. My head is held still and I am told I am not to move. If I do move, I'll pay for it. I am choked by cock. Of course, despite myself, this turns me on. My titties are slapped, pinched, handled roughly the entire time. My head is pulled into this strangers cock. I can taste pre-cum. He stops before he cums. He lifts me by my bared and battered breasts. He throws me face down on the bed, rips off my skirt (its usually a skirt in my fantasies, although not always). He asks me in a rough, mean voice if I have ever been spanked. I tell not since I was a little girl. He tells me, in that same voice, that I am in for a treat. He is going to be my daddy for the night and he's going to beat my ass for being the bad little girl that I am. I struggle but he lays all his weight on top of me. He starts with his hands. There is nothing gentle about it. He slaps on my ass hard. I fight him. I kick. I scream. He tells me likes my screams and he slaps my ass harder. My ass becomes numbed to his attempts. Its hot. Its on fire. I can picture it being bright red. I don't cry. I don't want him to see me cry. He moves our bodies around so my torso is on the bed, my knees are on the floor. He is directly behind me. His body pushes mine into the bed. He reaches around to the front of me to taunt my breasts more. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my back. He has gotten naked and I never noticed. "You don't think we're done yet, do you," he mocks me. "I'm going to beat your ass so bad you wont be able to sit down for a week. You think being a whore is worth all that? You are going to have bruises that every john that buys you is going to see...and then I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you like you haven't been fucked in a year." I'm terrified. I have no means of escape, and even if I did, he bought and paid for me. I lost my right to refuse. My ethics, screwed up as they may be,
We agreed before we entered the room. I am his to with as he pleases for now. He gave me his word. No bruises to the face. No broken bones. No homicide. Okay, sure, he could have lied but I've seen his type before. He just gets off on the power exchange. Probably has a ballbuster of a wife at home and he wants to do to me all the things he would like to do to her.
He steps back from me. My breathing comes easier now, but not for long. He grabs me by my hair and pulls me backwards. I open my mouth to hollar out in surprise just in time for him to shove his cock back in my mouth. Still holding my hair, he fucks my mouth fast and hard. I don't have time to prepare and I gag. It doesn't stop him. He doesn't stop until he is ready to stop. When he finally does, he drags me around by my hair. He goes back to the bed. He sits and pulls me over his lap. He is scolding me the entire time but too much is going on for me to comprehend what he's talking about. He is angry. My body is laying across his legs. He has one leg over my legs and one leg under. He takes the arm of mine farthest from his body by the wrist. He holds the wrist at the lower arch of my back. He starts to spank my ass hard again with his open palm. I can't move. He has me completely restrained. After about 20 spanks, he stops. "You like that, don't you bitch. You know you deserve it." He rubs my ass gently. His fingers probe between my legs. "Just as I thought," he muses. "Like a fountain down here. You really do like it, don't you," I don't say anything. I feel my asscheeks being pried apart. "You want some of this?" he teases as his finger probes my anus. I tense up. "Oh yeah baby, keep that up and make me a really happy man." He forces his finger into my dry ass. He fingerfucks my ass. It hurts. He wants it to hurt. When he pulls his finger from my ass, it hurts just as much as it did going in. He starts beating my ass again, but now he has something he is using to beat my ass with. It hurts like crazy. He tells me his hand has gotten sore from trying to beat the badness out of me. He doesn't tell me what it is he is using. I don't find out until much later that it was a wooden hairbrush...something convenient that he found in the room...or maybe he brought it with him. I feel like the skin on my ass is going to explode. I try to wriggle away. He has me almost completely restrained by his body. The harder I fight, the harder he spanks. He doesn't do it slowly. Its one smack after another. The pain doesn't get any easier but I start to feel myself slip into that other place...you know the place. The place where all subs go. He goes on beating my ass but slowly, I stop fighting. I know there will be big ugly bruises tomorrow. I'll be surprised if there aren't bruises later that night. I become like a ragdoll laying across lap. Before I know it, he pushes me off his lap, in between his legs. His cock is rock hard. He orders me to suck it, which I do with ferver. He watches me. I feel his cock getting even harder, swelling. Before he can come, he pulls me off his cock and throws me back on the bed, face down again. He climbs on top of me from behind. I feel his fingers probing at my ass again. He pries open my asscheeks again but this time he lubricates...not a lot...just enough to ease the entry. I feel his cock urging its way between my cheeks. I get up on my knees, ass up, head down. His cock finds its target. Once he realizes he is where he wants to be, he shoves his hips forward. I cry out. He buries his cock all the way until his pelvis meets my ass. The entry is not unexpected but painful nonetheless. It takes my breath completely away. My head comes up off the bed but he shoves it back down. He uses my breasts like they are handles. The harder he squeezes each tit, the stronger the strokes into my ass. He mutters things while fucks me but I pay attention. My hand wanders to my clit. He fucks my ass hard and painfully but as I find just the right spot on my clit, the pain starts to subside. My asscheeks are burning and sore from the beating. The fucking is good once I get past the pain. Its a brutal session but my clit responds. As hard as this stranger pounds is as hard as I rub my clit. I feel his arousal increasing and mine rises to meet his. I know when he is about to come. I feel my own orgasm nearing. As I feel his cock begin to blast his load inside my ass, my own orgasm is triggered. I hear this strange man screaming to God things I have never heard before as my orgasm thunders through my body.

Oh yeah. Okay, my $5 Whore fantasy varies, sometimes rough, sometimes not, but my fantasies are almost always rough. Sometimes they include more than just one person. I have voyeur and exhibitionist fantasies too. Sometimes the idea of having someone in the room watching me get my ass spanked hard is quite the turn on. Sometimes watching someone else get her ass beaten is a really hot fantasy.

The Escort

The next variation to it is the Escort Service. No streetwalking. Safer environment. Cleaner environment and cleaner clientele. A better idea of what is expected from the very beginning.

Much as I hate to do this...I'm going to let my readers think about where these fantasies go from here. Its really late in my little corner of the world and I'm very tired, so I will pursue the The Escort Service and the Callgirl later this week. Feel free to share any variations you may have. I am always looking for new fodder to masturbate to.

Oh What Fun

Honey and I are trying to make sure that we get in all the playtime we can before I become incapacitated, temporarily out of commission, unavailable for use. Unfortunately, it seems Honey and I are passing some serious cold, throat, fever, feeling yucky crap back and forth and it most certainly kills the mood...well, mostly kills the mood.

It was actually pretty funny. While at work, I was reading a book. I have the luxury of doing that on some days even though I have a very busy, very high-stress job. There are lulls. I was deeply engrossed in this book, my favorite way to read (one of my favorite sayings about books is that books are like a favorite dish. You should be able to savor every morsel and completely ravage every page. Hubby and I can't share paperbooks because he hates having the spine broken and I think it should be completely broken if you really enjoy it). I had the perfect little "in the space" thing going. I mean, I was there. I was a part of the action going on in the book. I was one of the character. Then suddenly I got an overlay movie. It is the best way I can describe it. It was like having two movies playing on a screen, one on top of the other. It was an amazing sight. I could see Honey playing very rough with me. I mean very rough. It started with me leaning up against our headboard, Honey in front of me, fucking my mouth. My hands were tied to the headboard, and he was holding on, hands on either side of my head, varying back and forth between gently fucking my mouth, sliding his cock slowly and gently as far as it would go to roughly, passionately fucking my mouth, bringing himself to the verge of orgasm before suddenly pulling his cock completely from my mouth.

I had to stop several times in my reading to re-establish where I was and what I was doing. Then I would start reading again. The next time I was heavily engrossed in my book, suddenly I had visions of being dragged across Honey's lap, having my bottom beaten into shades of red I have never seen before. I was kicking and fighting and he was holding, spanking me with sometimes with a paddle, sometimes with a hairbrush, telling me to quit fighting, which of course I couldn't do. He swatted a few times, then told me to quit kicking, swatted a few more times, told me to quit fighting, swatting a few more times...it was really hot....

And I had to shake my head to clear it again.

Finally I decided to write it down to give to Honey for his reading enjoyment when he found himself bored at work. He loves when I write things like for him and I write them often. I was just really getting into the writing, it was really getting into the great details that Honey so enjoys (if there is one thing I write well, its porn) when I got interrupted for a day of crap at work. It was a really bad day.

When I got home, it seemed Honey and I had the same ideas. It took us a while to get around to it but boy oh boy did we have fun. We did, in fact, start out with Honey fucking my mouth. He likes to try to gag me...I don't gag easily. He fucked my mouth for quite some time and both of us were heaving passion pits when he finally withdrew himself from my face. He asked me if I wanted to lay across his lap or be in doggie style. I told him it was entirely up to him. He chose doggie style. I know some of the things he used but I'm not sure about all. He made me extremely comfortable even though he tied one wrist to my thigh and the other to the headboard. Then he proceeded to use a wide array of implements on my ass. He started out somewhat gently (depending on your definition of gentle). I know I felt a wooden paddle with holes, a wooden paddle without holes, a hairbrush though I don't know which one...the wood one I think because the other one has more spring to it. There was a cane. He loves cane welts but after a while, you lose the ability to see the stripes and can only see red ass. I believe I felt a lexan paddle (far preferrable to a lexan cane, by the way) and a couple of different straps. I generally like leather straps. I generally like them a lot. Anyway, once Honey got started, he kept going for a long time. I lost count. He lost count. He finally got to the point where he just wanted to hear me make noise. Once subspace kicks in (I think that's what it is anyway), I quit making noise...period. I told him those are the times he should take advantage of the situation because he can do just about anything and as hard as he wants and I'm not going try to stop him. For all the pounding he did on my ass, you would really think it would look much worse, but here's a little example.



Usually we give my ass a break after a night like that. We did some serious spanking, whaling and fucking...you know, the kind that makes you sore the next day. If my Love is going to wail away on my ass, I fully expect to feel it for a day or two when I sit down. He did a pretty good job too. We like to take pictures in the middle, at the end and then the next day or two. Well, the non-red ass is at about the 24 hour mark. Nice bruises but nothing too extreme...some tell-tale signs of wear and tear (pun intended).
But later that evening, you know, like the 26 hour mark, Honey decided we could do better. I won't say he "wailed away" on my ass on the second day but approximately 30 swats he landed on my ass, I think he used a wooden paddle with holes, the leather strap (always good for a nice rosy shine) and Bruiser, which I was none too happy about, we of course had to consummate the foreplay. FINALLY, I got Honey, the camera and me all in the same vicinity and now I have some really dirty shots. Honey got to be the camera man since he is the Dom and I am the sub....and my back was to him the whole time. I have all kinds of sweet, smutty pictures that make me horny just looking at them. These are pictures I have wanted for quite some time. Of course, they are for me and Honey and no one else, but I can't tell you how much I love to see what he was doing to me. Its just soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hott! Honey really does take full advantage of all of my body parts.
Some day I'm going to get brave enough to let Honey really do what he wants...all of what he wants (except nipple clamps...long story but they are completely intolerable to me). I look forward to the day that we are by ourselves in our house and he decides to spank me "the way he really wants to..." He has a thing about making me cry. I don't think its possible. I guess its a challenge. Either way, I want him to be able to smack around on my ass and my give vocal appreciation, or disapproval (same thing really) without fear of who may hear. I think it will certainly add something to the experience.

For those of you that have ever seen the lupus pictures, when they cane a girl, her ass turns black in the cane stripes. I want that. When they paddle a girl, her ass is bruised in ways I have never seen before. I want that too. I really really do look forward to it. I don't know who looks forward to it more...me or Honey. In the meantime, we will have to settle for semi-severe, Lupus pictures and Girls Boarding School to appease those desires.

Continuation

I hold my breath in anticipation. Honey rubs the cheeks of my bottom gently, tenderly.

WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It sounds like a gunshot in the room and rings through my body. "Ugh" comes out of me without my being able to stop it. He has swung hard and my ass is on fire. I can't tell what he used but I know its one of our wood paddles.

WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"OW!" My tone protests this assault. I get a reprieve. Honey moves around in front of me. He has decided to let the burn in my ass settle in. He moves directly in front of me. He has aligned my body so that my mouth is in the perfect position for his use. He knows how much I love to have my mouth fucked. Its not merely giving a blowjob. I don't control the action...he does. He puts his hand gently under my chin as he guides his cock to my mouth. I open without a word spoken between us. I hope my mouth open wide so he can slide his cock down as far as he wants. He goes deep. Not as deep as he could but all the way to the back of my throat. He moans. He bounces the tip against the back of my throat a few times before he begins his withdrawal. He slides his cock across my tongue until only the tip is left and then he starts the long trip forward again. He does this several times, picking up the pace and forcefulness with every downward stroke. It only takes a few strokes before he is pounding my throat with his hard cock. I can barely breathe between strokes. He holds my head tight as he fucks my mouth. I can feel him coming close to orgasm. He shoves his cock hard and deep into my throat and holds it there. I can't breathe. I am thankful I took as deep a breath as I could before now. It is taking great concentration not to gag. I pride myself in my ability to not gag. I gag anyway but only a little. He fucks my mouth until he is on the brink of orgasm and then he forces himself to stop. He kisses me hard on the mouth. He moves back around behind me.

He admires his work, the red marks on my ass from the mere two swats he administered. Without warning, he shoves two fingers in my pussy. "Just as I thought," he says to me mockingly. We both knew what he would find. He knew I would be wet. My pussy keeps contracting because I am so horny. "Not just yet baby," he whispers into my ear.

WHACK! WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!

10 hard swats on my ass with one of the wooden paddles. I cry out with every one. He is hitting me unusually hard. I know tonight it won't matter if I ask him to stop. He won't. I hate the ballgag and have been forewarned my protests will result in the ballgag. He rubs my ass gently with his calloused hands again.

I hear it before I feel it. SWOOSH! Its a cane. Given the fact that I am not in intense pain, only a severe burn, I think it must be the rattan. Ten times he strikes my ass. Some swats stray and cause me to cry out extra loud. The cane has a terrible tendency to wrap around the side. The treatment is both brutal and gentle at the same time.

Once again, the gentle caresses of calloused hands. His pelvis rubs against my heated bottom. His cock slides back and forth between my legs, sliding against my clit. He retracts again.

10 more hard swats with a wooden paddle. My ass is on fire. I feel like the skin is going to explode with every swat. Then the tenderness. Soft lips kissing the pained areas of my ass.

10 more, this time with the lexan cane. Nothing hurts like the lexan but its especially brutal tonight. It feels like he has drawn blood but he has never drawn before so I don't know. My breath comes in gasps because it hurts so much. Each stroke causes me to arch my back and pull against my cuffs. I am being very verbal tonight. Each landing of the lexan cane causes a groan, a yelp, a curse. I feel the welts rising.

Then my reward. Without warning, he grabs me by hips and thrusts his cock into me. Its shocking, it hurts for a second because I am not prepared. He fucks me hard. He forces my body into his over and over, slamming his pelvis into my aching buttcheeks. I feel his thumb pressing against my asshole. He massages it first, getting me in the mood, then he shoves his entire thumb into my ass in one quick motion. It hurts. I am in heaven. While his cock fucks my pussy, his thumb fucks my ass. This is pure ecstasy...

Until he stops....

In one swift motion, he pulls both his cock and his thumb from my orifices. He grabs hold of my waist and rains down blows upon ass with that I believe to be a hairbrush. Over and over and over and over. I think he will stop after 10 like he did with the other implements but I am wrong. He just keeps going. Back and forth, from one cheek to the other. i can't help myself. I try to jerk up. I beg him to stop. He spanks my ass harder everytime I ask him to stop. All I can say is "Nonononononononononononononononono" but he is still ignoring me. I know his arm must be getting tired because the pain has become so severe I am turning numb. Now my ass is really on fire. This is the way I like it. Now my ass is getting to the way I like it to feel when Honey fucks me silly.

Finally after about 5 minutes (that feels like an hour) he stops. My breath is jagged. I am near tears but I don't cry. He still has my waist in his hands, my ass still on display to him, available for his pleasure.

CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

Its the lexan paddle. The lexan paddle is like no other paddle ever made. It hurts like hell in the most tolerable way possible. 10 hard swats to my ass. I feel the pain but I have moved passed it. Now I just cry out from time to time. Now I just take it. Now I am yours totally and completely. You recognize when it happens. You slam my ass a few more times with the lexan paddle, move on the leather strap. You wail on my ass with the leather strap because you want my ass to look as on fire as it feels. You know after the other implements, the leather strap is like a massage for me.

Last but not least, you break out Bruiser. You blast my ass with Bruiser 3 times and then you fuck me again. The fucking is hard. Its passionate. Its breathtaking. It rocks my body with each stroke. It knocks the breath out of me. He pulls out and assaults my ass with 5 more blows from Bruiser. He resumes fucking me ...again with the fierceness and abandon of an animal. His thumb finds its way back into my ass. I am a solid mass of sensation. I moan. I don't realize when I start. I hear it and then realize its me making the noises. My asscheeks are on fire. My asshole craves cock. My pussy is getting fucked good and proper. My brain is all bright lights and fireworks. There is no longer thought. He pulls everything out of me again. He moves around to the front of me, lifts me to cock level and fucks my face with the same abandon that he fucked my pussy. His cock reaches down into throat hard, fast, and furious. I try to pull away. I gag. He holds my head so I can't get away. He waits til the gagging ceases and I have somewhat regained my breath and then he shoves his cock down my throat again. He holds it there for long enough to scare me and then retreats.

We are on the final round, I can tell.

5 swats with the lexan cane...Honey's favorite.

10 swats with the midrange wood paddle.

10 swats with the holey paddle. No breaks. A tongue on my asshole...10 more swats with the holey paddle. A lubricated finger shoved hard into my ass. 10 more swats with the holey paddle, the hardest yet. The head of a cock pressing into my ass. One hard shove and it sinks all the way to his pelvis against my blood red asscheeks. I cry out in my pain. He pulls his cock completely out and then shoves it right back in again. This is payoff. He starts out with his hands holding my hips hard enough to bruise as he fucks in and out of my ass hard. His hands move up to breasts where he squeezes and holds on like a set of reigns on a bucking bronco. As orgasm nears, his hands move back to my bruised and battered asscheeks. He spreads them as far apart as they will go. The strokes get steadily faster and harder. I feel his cock getting fatter as orgasm nears. I feel my own passion rising. I am so close to cumming myself that I don't even know the noises that are being emitted from wide opened mouth. He voices the imminent approach of orgasm. All abandon is completely lost to both of us as a chorus of orgasm as echo'd throughout our room.

He collapses onto my back. I, in turn, collapse under his weight and the exhaustion of the session.

This is as close to heaven as you get.

The Fantasy

I was so upset. I spent the day working on an entry off and on day before yesterday and when I went to publish, it went away. I couldn't even get it to copy. Very annoying

On to better things.

I was just sitting here, hanging out in the living room, Hubby working on his latest project, both of us watching a new movie that I got because Honey bought me a new movie for every day between May 1st and Mothers Day when I found my mind wandering. Honey and I are having difficulties because of the stress of my work problems. Its obvious that is what is going on but it took a little while to figure it out. We were talking about it tonight, trying to decide if I should quit or not and then we started watching a new movie. Honey and I have gotten to play some but not nearly enough and quite frankly, I probably need to be "played" more often. I was telling Honey tonight that I just can't ask...not really. Its always been difficult for me to ask him to take me to bed but the idea of saying "Honey, will you beat me and then fuck me in the ass..." well...I just can't get the words to come out. So instead, here I am watching a movie and finding myself fantasizing about it instead. Not even meaning to...it just happened.

THE FANTASY

Honey takes me by my hand and leads me into the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed. He fondles my body in all those places that are so fond of being fondled. After he entices my womanhood with his fingers, he moves down my body and places his head firmly between my legs. I feel his tongue. He has such a way with his tongue. The first touches are pure electricity. I start to warm up immediately and little sighs and moans escapes my lips as he kisses, licks, probes, stimulates me in every way until I am a heaving liquid mass with no other thoughts than the pleasure he is giving me. His tongue flicks at my asshole, and it takes my breath away. I feel his finger pushing against the ring, then penetrating as he concentrates again on my clit and everything around. He is fingerfucking my ass while he plays with my clit and I am floating on a cloud of sheer ecstacy. He rolls me over onto my belly.
I stick my ass up in the air. My ass needs so much attention.
"Not just yet," he tells me. Suddenly he produces a set of cuffs...I don't remember what you call them exactly but its the ones that velcro around your thighs and the wrist cuff is attached to the thigh. They are sooooooooooooooo hot. It leaves my hands free to play with myself, with or without my vibrator while making me completely vulnerable to anything he wants to do with me. This is both of our favorite position. My head is down, my ass is up and I am completely at his mercy. Tonight, he decides to add a spreader bar into the equation. "The better to fuck you with, my dear" he taunts me.
He makes sure I am comfortable, a sign he intends to take his time, no matter what he has planned.
Once he is sure that I cannot get my hands free, he climbs behind me. He massages my ass. He lets his hands slide up to my breasts while he kisses the small of my back. He slides his hands down my body to my inner thighs. He kisses his way down my ass. He takes his hands and lays a palm on each of my buttcheeks as he gently spreads them apart. He buries his tongue in my ass, sending shivers up and down my body, making my nipples so hard. I feel him pull away.


to be continued later this week.....