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.

The Saga Continues

I don't know about anyone else, but the one thing I really hate about the cane (so far) are the stray swacks...and the ones that decide to loop around the hips. I don't care for that stinging pain on the hipside. In fact, I pretty well cave on that one. Thighs are the same way. Let one of the rattan devils decide to ride low and I turn into a little bitty ball covering all that may need to be covered until the initial pain abates. I have more pictures but as you can see from these pictures, I encountered a few of those. Now, I know any bottom can understand this, but it was my stupid idea to throw the cane in as an implement for the night. I was really just wanting to try out, in a real kind of way, the new paddles. Stingy little boogers, those are, but thats beside the point. Honey really REALLY likes the cane. I think it must be a phallic thing (I'll pay for that comment later, I'm sure). Honey has read my blog. Honey has seen my favorite spanking movies. Honey knows that I really want those deep marks you see on the videos. Honey also knows I am not really into drawing blood when we play so when you think about it, I think he really has his work cut out for him.


Obviously, says the sensible part of my brain, you have been watching way too movies and should probably lay off the sado-masochism before you make yourself really sorry. That, however, is not to be. Instead, I found myself subscribing to yet another spanking site this past week. "Her First Punishment" is my newest fascination. Even as I type this, I am downloading a seriously vicious, deviant, savage spanking video...and I can't wait to see how close I can get to having the same thing done to me.



(I feel the need to interject at this moment that I am SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) glad Blogger saves drafts automatically or I would have wiped out this blog by accident. Nothing will make me quit writing faster than accidentally deleting a blog that I have been working on)



So, Honey and I had been talking extensively about our next playtime, but it wasn't really working out for us to actually have a playtime. It was becoming very depressing. Honey and I were finally able to find ourselves in the home alone, time on our hands, and both in the mood. Anybody who reads my blogs very often knows that I am a HUGE fan of paddles. I wanted my newest buy to be tried out in the truest fashion. I bought THREE lexan paddles with holes. Well, they said they were lexan. And they may be but they feel way more like acrylic. They are light and stingy. One is a kind of pocket paddle. Small, transportable, I guess like a cheek to cheek paddle (pictures to be posted soon). The second one is a respectably sized paddle, with holes, probably best not used for close proximity spanking but more like for punishment It is the kind of paddle that you stand or kneel in front of your spanker and he whacks on you at about arms length away. I think this is Honey's favorite of the three. The third one...I surely must have lost my mind. Its a frat sized paddle, with holes. I like the holes. I know its supposed to make it hurt more, but I like them. This sucker is way longer than it is sensible and Honey says he is actually afraid its going to break around the handle area, so he hasn't used it a lot. Honey likes big paddles (think Bruiser) when it comes to my ass but I think this one actually makes him a little uncomfortable. He likes to think he can beat my ass as hard as he wants without his implements breaking. I'm thinking: if it breaks, maybe he was being a little too rough with my ass. He's not convinced.

Honey and I actually have much fun when playtime comes around. He has such a way of pushing me farther and farther. I have a decent pain tolerance most of the time. We started with the cane. Honey doesn't believe in spanking over clothes so we both got naked and he told me the position he wanted me in...doggystyle, pillows supporting me. Totally accessible. We had agreed that Honey would be doing some serious-type wailing on me and he certainly showed me that he isn't afraid to wield a cane. 25 strokes in all. That was my count anyway. 25 cane strokes, none of them on the light, lets-just-play-around side. Each and every one swished through the air audibly. Each and every one left top and bottom cane marks. Each and every one turned Honey on more and more. He gave me little breaks. They weren't one stroke on top of the other for the full 25. He swatted my ass a few times then would take the time to let the burn cool down some. About every ten strokes, he stopped to give me pleasure as well. Honey took full advantage of the parts that were accessible to him. He would bring my passions up to boiling point and then reposition for more spanking. Honey knows now that crying out in pain doesn't mean stop. It means give me a second. Honey knows that way to push me into longer and heavier play is to arouse me sexually as well as painfully. I do so like the two together (so does Honey, by the way, but in different ways than I do). 25 hard cane strokes that I took before we changed implements and I was as sexually aroused as a woman can be...and ready for more.



We moved on to the leather strap. Once my ass is fired up, the leather strap, no matter how hard Honey swings it, turns into a gentle massage. My silly self once thought it was just that unimpressive as a tool of torture and let Honey wield it a few times OVER clothing for fun. I was shocked at how much it hurt. Now I know...its the headspace. I can tell Honey is swinging hard when we are in playtime but it doesn't hurt. I like it. I stick my ass out for more. It brings a nice heat to the action. I was in the mood for more painful play than a strap. I told Honey when we first got started "If you don't bruise me tonight, I will never let you spank me again." Honey took this to heart. He certainly did his best to comply with my wishes.

Once Honey felt he had sufficiently strapped my ass, he came around to the front of me. His cock was so hard. I opened my mouth and he proceeded to fuck my face just the way I like it...hard, deep, breathtaking...it makes my ass tingle for more punishment...it makes the rest of my body crave more of his cock. He held my face while he pumped his cock back and forth in my mouth. He would slow only to go deeper into my throat. He pushed his cock as far back into my throat as he could. His pelvis rubbed my face. I couldn't speak. I could feel Honey getting more and more aroused. I could feel his orgasm building. I wanted it. I wanted him to come in my throat. I wanted him to shove his cock down my throat and come. I was as aroused as he was...but he didn't. He pulled his cock away from me when he couldn't hold off any longer and went back to beating my ass.

I was glad.

Granted this is not the best shot to see it, but our playtime picked up again with the paddles I had so wanted to try out...and the trusty wooden holey paddle. Everything with holes. I had challenged him to leave the markings of the holes on my ass. If you look closely, you will see that he succeeded. I don't know how many swats I took. I don't know how long Honey paddled my ass. I didn't count. I just reveled in the pain. Honey would spank me hard...very hard...and then go down on me. Then he would change implements and do it again. Over and over, with each of the new toys, always ending with Honey going down on me hungrily. My ass was beaten so well. My arousal got steadily more intense as Honey spanked. Finally, when Honey was satisfied with his work, when I felt the heat radiating from my ass so much I thought I would lose my mind, Honey filled my ass with his cock. The lovemaking was passionate, it was hungry, it was overwhelming. It didn't last that long. We were both too aroused for it to last very long. Honey fucked my ass hard and I was in a world of bright lights and fireworks between the stinging, the heat, the pain, the passion...my body was on total overload. My orgasm started in my feet, swept to the top of my head and back down again. It was a long, exhausting orgasm. It was EXACTLY as the session should have ended...with both of us exhausted, breathless and completely satisfied.

The after pictures, you ask....well, there aren't any pictures of my bruises because, if you can believe it, the bruises that I ended up with were so light they would never show up in a picture. I was SO disappointed, I can't even begin to tell you. Honey says he will have to start hitting harder. I'm thinking he hit plenty hard. My very well spanked ass looked at its best within the hour of having stopped. There was bruising. In fact, both cheeks were bruised, but I had to be in just the right light for it to be seen. OH! And my latest stupid move. The 3 paddles weren't good enough for this masochist. I had to buy Honey a "sample" pack of canes. Had I realized how thick they were going to be, I most likely wouldn't have done it but since I did, well, you know Honey just can't WAIT to try them on my bare bottom. And I'm sure he will in the next couple of days. I did tell him, however, that he would have to use just one cane per session or we wouldn't be able to tell what they did. He agree...thankfully for me.

New Pictures

Remember the old saying "Be careful what you ask for for you may surely get it"? My goofy ass has been after Honey in very subtle ways for probably about a year to buy me a pair of Bobby's Dropseat Pants. I intend to someday make my own but I have a lot of things I intend to make someday...this isn't the day. Honey let me order up a new spanking site....Lupus Productions. For anybody that might not be familiar with Lupus/Rigid East, it is the most brutal spanking site I have come across yet. I love it. Brutal spanking turns me on in a HUGE way. Not that I want to be brutally spanked...usually...but I really like to watch it. I am in awe of the girls that are in many videos. I'm in awe of the fact that they just stand there and "handle" it. Yeah, they scream or cry or scream AND cry, but that's okay. They still handle it. I wish I could. Some of the girls have to be tied down. Well, I say they have to be. I don't know if they really have to be or not but they are and that is really really really cool. So we are right up in my fantasy life. #1: To be able to stand there and not freak out and tell Honey "Okay okay...STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" and to be tied down and forced into a really hard spanking. I can't do it mind you. Neither one. Honey can't tie me down because of physical problems (although he is coming up with some possibly feasible ideas around that) and outside of subspace, I'm a big weenie and usually cry uncle pretty darned quick. Its not that he doesn't get to do more once I get passed the serious pain (usually 10 to 30 seconds), and if I manage subspace, well, he has free reign then, but I am seriously bad about topping from the bottom. I don't apologize for this. We do this for fun and sometimes if I don't top from the bottom, I wouldn't have any fun. The end goal for this household is orgasm and if I have to top from the bottom (at least in the beginning) to get there, then so be it. Honey isn't always happy with it that way but he usually gets happy pretty quick.


So back to the story. One night Honey and I were watching some Lupus movies together and they have this great...I don't know what it but its, for my lack of knowledge, we'll call it a whipping table. It is curved in the middle, perfect for some poor unfortunate female to lay in with very strong looking legs. On the legs are leather buckles for the wrists and not quite ankles, more like mid-calf. It is one devilish looking and oh so provocative-looking piece of furniture. I want one. That isn't all I wanted while we were watching. In one scene (actually several scenes) the girl had one bloomers...knickers...pants...petticoats...whatever, that opened right at the butt. Perfect for both spanking AND fucking! I love them. I get wet just seeing them. So I tell Honey "Yeah, I've been hoping you would buy them for me forever now...for Christmas, for my birthday, for Mother's Day...whenever but noooooooooooooooooooooo....you just don't get the hint...or just don't buy them for me." Later that night, picture Honey at the computer looking very intense. We have separate computers, which is really fun (and funny) sometimes because we can IM to each other and I swear we aren't more than 6 feet apart. This way we can still both look at the computer, look at our separate things and still be in the same room together. And if we want to say something we don't want the kids to hear ("Honey, will you beat me with a cane tonight?" is just not easily said when you know you have two adult sons within hearing distance) we can IM it to each other. Yes, Honey bought me my dropseat pants. Not quite the ones I wanted, only because they didn't have the kind I wanted at the time. They came in the mail in a flash and both of us were SO excited...well, you can imagine. We had to try them out.

I don't have a picture I can show of them all pulled up and looking cute and adorable. I slipped them on when Honey wasn't looking, put a couple of good spanking movies on the computer and invited him to watch them with me. When he ran his hand up my leg, he realized I had changed into the brand new spanking pants. Needless to say, this was the start of a wonderful night. The next thing, Honey had retrieved a few choice toys from the bedroom, having found ourselves ALL alone in our house, and I ended up across Honey's lap. He took great joy is learning how the drop seat worked. He took equally great pleasure and wailing away on my ass with the hairbrush. I liked it.
Turned out I was way more in the mood than I thought. Honey found a few different things to use but he finally settled on a cane. Oh boy, did he settle on a cane. Rattan for the most part. If you look closely, often you can see the stripe marks but he whacked on my ass so long that eventually it just became two big red spots. Oh, it was really hot. I think I may have even STARTED in subspace because I could tell Honey was swinging hard by the movements in his body and of course, the oh-so-distinct whhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr of the cane as it is on its way to one's ass. Oh yeah, it was all there. And I loved every second of it. Most of it wasn't even particularly painful...just made me horny. There were a few whacks that were more painful than others but Honey was free to give it his best shot.



And he certainly did, too...several of his best shots...like well over a hundred. Some were harder than others but there was at least 3 times that I counted 50 strokes before he would take a break. As you can see in my pictures, my ass got quite red. Some of these pictures were taken in the middle of playtime and some after...wait til you see the pictures from the next day. We have been taking pictures every day because it bruised up so pretty. I may even have a hot little story to accompany the pics next time. For now, just enjoy the pics...and feel free to tell me what you think.

Blistered Ass

Once upon a time, I used to wonder exactly where that term came from..."I'm going to blister your ass..." I was threatened often as a child, but nothing even remotely that serious EVER occurred to my ass. I thought it was just one of those exaggerations that grown ups come up with from time to time. Boy was I wrong!

I have since discovered, not necessarily by personal experience, but most definitely by watching some WONDERFUL paysites with some brave young (and sometimes not so young) women who really are getting their asses blistered. This is about as close as I get. Now...before I go any further about the brave exploits of others and the lack of ass blistering I have been subjected to, let me point out that although there are some strange little dots and such that look like blemishes or some problem with my bottom in these pictures...the only blemishes occurred due to continued blunt force contact with a paddle, cane or strap and the only problem with my bottom (other than perhaps it is a little fluffier than I like it) is that it got sufficiently beaten to make Honey, me and a few loyal readers happy. Since I have had to apply (or more accurately, Honey has had to apply) various moisturizers and exfoliators to the cheeks of my bottom, I think I can say with all sincereity that although it has been somewhat mild, my ass has indeed been blistered...and if all goes well, it will get blistered again...and in time, I truly believe that my butt blisterings, at least some of the time, will rival any girl/woman on real spankings, girls boarding school, or amatuer spankings. And as much as I enjoy reading Katie Spades stories and watching her videos, I'm sorry Doll but I know my ass can take a tougher beating almost any day (I haven't actually seen the video about the hotel room,....I really want to though). Honey and I have had some serious talks about whether Bonnie from My Bottom Smarts takes a harder butt beating than I do. I'm pretty sure the answer is yes. And I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Toy from Married Man's Fucktoy takes a harder beating than I do. But here's the thing...they have been doing it longer than I have. Oh, Honey and I are on the same schedule these days and I figure we need to get LOTS of playtime in in a very short time because in about a week and a half he and I will be doing something publicly for about 3 weeks that will completely do away with the ability to play out of fear of my bruises being seen. The truth is, Honey is one of the most gentle people, and especially men, that I have ever met. He would never do anything to me that would cause me pain, emotionally or physically without my consent...indeed, without my encouragement. He has been greatly enjoying all of our playing but it has been a little bit of an emotional turmoil for him as well....because you don't hurt the people you love...unless they want you to....quite the head spinner if you think about it too long. I would never want anyone to accidentally see my sometimes very bruised bottom and get the wrong opinion of him. Sometimes our mere lovemaking leaves me bruised. When I say I like it rough, I am completely sincere. Our lovemaking has been so intense sometimes that both of us required a trip to the chiropractor the next day. Of course, that hasn't always been because it was rough...someitmes its acrobatic...and its ALWAYS very lengthy. Unless I literally attack him, throw his clothes off and start take his exquisite manhood into my mouth, deep into my throat, and hold him there, only then can I encourage him to let me give him a "quickie" blowjob. Only then can I get him to stand before me and face fuck me. Only then can I get him to let loose his passion within the confines of my throat, allowing me to drink from him until the only sign of our "quickie" intimacy is the glow on both of our faces.

As a general rule, our lovingmaking takes no less than an hour from the start of foreplay to the finality of orgasm. Most often, I like to end our lovemaking with Honey buried deep in my ass, holding my asscheeks wide apart and engorging himself in the part of my body that has been molded to fit him and only him. This was for many years the peak of our "kinky" endeavors. Sometimes he would tie me up and fuck me in the ass and we considered that REALLY kinky. But now, over the last year or so, it has most definitely turned to spanking and spanking rituals. When I masturbate these days, its always to my ass being spanked hard by Honey. Not just love taps. HARD. The harder I fantasize he is beating my ass, the bigger the orgasm. It stands to reason then, that when playtime actually happens between us, I might WANT to push for harder play than we do. I WANT to push for it but being a relatively smart and logic girl, I just can't get the words to come out of my mouth most of the time. There is only so much pain I want to be subjected to but being the one of the two of us that has ALWAYS preferred the rough treatment, I can't really tell you where my pain threshold is and I know for a fact that it changes. I have told Honey before that once we set the rules for playtime (like 10 swats and then a break, etc) you can't change those rules. You can, of course, but it ends up upsetting me and I don't enjoy the experience. Since we don't punishment spank (at least not yet....I started the idea but Honey has been the one pushing the idea recently) its all about enjoyment. He can hit me hard, really much harder than I realized until we went to our spanking party, but if the rules get changed in the middle of the playtime, I can't wrap my head around it that fast. Now. if he doesn't tell me how many times he is going to swat my bottom, then that openness is left in my brain...a "just grit your teeth and take it as long as you can" thing goes on. If I am expecting 10 and suddenly I end up getting 11 or 12 swats, it unsettles the moment....I don't know...maybe its just me but it can come very close to ruining everthing.

Back to the idea of blistering bottoms, one of my very favorite and most watched scenes from real spankings is a girl, Michelle, I think...darker, long wavy hair, very tiny girl with a butt I would die to have....its soooooooooooooo tiny...don't get me wrong. My butt has been better and I think my butt has been worse...at least I have seen much worse, even in person, but this girl is young, skinny and has just the perfect, spankable butt (no, I'm not lesbian or bi-sexual...at least last time I check...I just know a spankable butt when I see one). It is in the series called Bare Bottom School Spankings. You can hear her breathing struggle and stagger and if you are the bottom in a spanking couple, or you are a bottom period, you just know the agonizing pain she is in...and how wet she most likely is. I want so much to have my butt spanked the same way! Oh, Honey has come way close on more than one occasion and I can't guarantee that Michelle just doesn't bruise better and faster than I do. A little secret that I absolutely hate to share with Honey, although I have shared....I just don't keep reminding him...is that when that first swat burns like a sonofabitch...while I'm whining, protesting, telling him I don't want to play anymore, telling him what a mean bastard he is, by the time I get all that out, I am so hot, so horny, and so ready for him to really spank my ass...and when he swats my ass 5 times at that intensity, and after we have played for a while even 10...thats it....it takes me no time at all to find subspace and want more...want it harder....to tingle with every swat, to have my brain begging to be taken in hand and really lay into the spanking of my ass....ah, but what the brain says and what actually comes out of the mouth are very different things. I know there is a point where very little noise comes out of me at all. I know I reach a point where I have to force the ouch's and ow's out because I have passed them but they are things that turn Honey on...I know have gotten into the space where I had to force them out and then Honey established a new threshold where I was once again saying them because they were involuntary responses....but that in no way means I am ready to stop. What a strange and erotic thing spanking is. Another of my favorites, though I couldn't really tell you why is some really fucked up girl named Dana who actually only get paddled over her jeans...but oh does she get paddled well. I think she has to be drunk or stoned (God forbid she is just strange) but she gets bent over to grab her ankles. Mr. Longhair who's stage name I have never picked up plants his big feet, rears back and swats her ass. It pushes her forward and she screams and grabs hold of the desk in front of her to keep from falling over. When she restabilizes, he swats her at about the same intensity again. Once again, it almost knocks her over. A third time. Once again, she falls foward and has to regain her balance...and of course, she kind of grunt/moans with each swat. This is a ten swat session so for the next seven, he places his hand on the middle of her back to steady her and begins...swat swat swat swat swat swat swat....to her steadily rising squeals of pain. Oh...I cannot tell you how that turns me on. I am wet thinking about it. It makes me want to go get our wooden paddle and wake Honey up and ask him to spank my ass just like that...blister my ass like BOTH of those videos. Alas, I won't. He has to work in the morning. Its difficult for me to ask in the most horny and masochistic of times. But our time will be coming again soon. Writing these things....its an easy for me to tell Honey what I want...but its scary writing it because I know its a matter of time before he takes me at my word. My ass tingles to be spanked as I write this. My ass thinks it needs a good blistering. My womanly parts are in total agreement. My personal preference, if Honey decides he wants to really subject my ass to the blistering I think I need, is to be taken to a local hotel room where I can let all my inhibitions down. Bend me over his lap, a chair, a bench, the bed, and spend a considerable amount of time spanking my ass with our many many many implements (which, by the way, are soon to start showing up with tales of each and every one.)

Until next time...happy spanking!

So many stories to tell, but first....

I just want to say to start with that this is all my good friend Dark Lord Toy's fault. Granted, I am the one that hid it at the Spanking Party and was silly enough not to LEAVE it hidden in another town far far away. AND, I was also the one STUPID enough to hand it to Honey to use during playtime, but I have to tell you, that Lexan cane, the WIDE one no less, is a BITCH!!!!!! And Honey didn't even use it that much because we bought other new toys while we were gone and they were desperately in need of a real tryout. As you cacn see, we had a tryout alright...this was still early in playtime, if you can believe that. I have so much to say I don't even know where to begin. I still have many many stories to share about the spanking party, including the nice lady we met there that has me most intrigued (don't worry, I won't use any real names) but they will have to wait for another night because I just have to tell about last night. Last night...Last night was...Last night was awesome. Where to begin...

Once upon a time there was a not so young man and woman who liked to play a little rough. The not so young woman had been daydreaming, and nightdreaming, and dreaming in between of having the Honey of her Life beat the daylights out of her rather sizeable yet spankable bottom. But, as luck would have it, one thing after another kept getting in the way. Finally, after bribing the single child left at home to leave, after guilting the one that showed up unannounced into departing and not coming back until he CALLED first, and finding themselves distanced from the overprotective dog, the not so young man and woman found themselves alone, in their bedroom, with some brand new spanking DVD's playing on the DVD player and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of toys that appealed to both of them...not always the same toys!

The not so young man thought it would be nice to spank the oh-so-spankable bottom rather gently at first (depending on which side of the spanking implement you might be on) and see where it went from there...and oh how it did go!

I'm pretty sure Honey started with a ping pong paddle. Nothing serious but many swats upon my ass as a nice warm up. It wasn't painful for the most part but had I not already been in the mood to have my bottom spanked, I must say, it certainly would have put me in the mood. While at the spanking party, we purchased an all new wooden paddle. If you have already gotten the idea, I like wooden paddles. I don't know if its because I was spanked so often as a child or because I wasn't spanked enough...or I'm just kinky that way...but wood paddles, especially the ones with holes in them are definitely my kinky favorites. As usual, I cannot tell you all the details because I really can't remember them. I remember the ping pong paddle, I remember that fucking Lexan cane, I remember this most awesome wooden paddle that we bought at the vendor's fair and I have to say, I think we will be making several purchases from that vendor in the future...great product (now surprisingly christened with my blood), reasonable price, great craftsmanship...and most of all, I LIKE it! I know Bruiser made a couple of appearances and I was not so happy about that. The rattan cane came out to play too, which by the way, after the Lexan, the rattan feels like a toy, the new leather fat paddle and the new belt-like strap that is just a smidge too long made appearances but they weren't used much. Were there any implements? I couldn't really tell you. I know my ass saw more action last night than it has seen in a long time and I would venture to say that I pretty much rivaled any spanking model out there...as the days go by, I will be posting more pictures, but these are some pretty good ones of the activities of the night and how they progressed.

I admit without regret or shame that I have been craving some really hard spanking action...I mean REALLY hard. Honey accomodated me pretty well at the spanking party one night...so much so that I could feel the concussion through his body as I laid across his lap...but much to both of our disappointments, the bruises incurred were so mild that they weren't even picture worthy. I was becoming quite disheartened. I thought "Oh great, we haven't been doing this very long and I'm already losing the ability to bruise well...." I was a little concerned...and here's a question for anyone out there who participates in spanking games (or punishments) on a regular basis...does your ass callous???????????????? I have this spot on each cheek that I swear is trying to callous...although a nice exfoliator and some time off smoothed it out again, but I admit, I was a little taken aback...

I digress.

These are not the pictures of the aftermath...these are the pictures of the "in progress" stages. I have made it no secret that I am great lover of ass-fucking...and skull-fucking...well, fucking in all ways but with a rough edge to them. My greatest orgasms though come from being fucked in the ass. It makes perfect sense to me. Beat my ass black and blue and then fuck my ass hard, and I'm a happy girl. Honey was of course willing to accomodate. After he started upping the power behind the swats, after he started making me emit those uncontrollable ouches and ow's and uh's, once he made my ass nice and bright and red, with a few stripes across it because it turns him on so, he moved around in front of me and fed me his cock for a bit. He had all the control in fucking my face, my favorite way to participate in oral sex and used my throat to his satisfaction with a little help from my tongue for good measure. When he was near his breaking, he pulled his cock from my hungry mouth. He left me wanting. He went back to spanking my ass and the spanking got steadily harder. Honey took the occasional break to play with me. He fondled my pussy, he teased my clit, he finger-fucked my ass and I was panting with desire. I wanted him to take me. He was only teasing me. He placed his hand on the lower part of my back and told me he wouldn't fuck me until I could take a hundred straight swats. This after an already extended playtime earlier in the day and a great deal of time spent already making my ass a burning mass of flesh. Who was I to argue. I was beyond argument. I was mostly in subspace with the desires of a succubus...all I could think about was penetration...being fucked and being fucked hard. He counted the strokes. The first 50 were tolerable. The next twenty-five caused me to break out in a sweat. The last twenty-five made me forget momentarily all about sexual desire and all I could think about was the pain and fire in my ass.

But then his attentions turned. I could feel him stroking his cock behind me. I heard the tube of KY opening up. The coolness as he applied it to my asshole was soothing to all the heated parts of bottom but my desire returned as soon as his fingers had contact with my constricted, most sensitive tunnel of love. There was very little preparation. Very little was needed. I felt the tip of his cock pressing against my asshole. I always tense up at first and I did this time too, but this time...this time the pain was good...the pain was perfect...the pain was exactly what I wanted. He didn't exactly ease himself into me but he didn't thrust himself either...it was a steady forward motion that took my breath away. I wanted him to fuck me. I told him to fuck me. The only words that would come out of my mouth were "Fuck my ass hard." And he did. He fucked my ass exactly as I wanted him to. I rode the wave of passion. Higher...and higher...and closer to orgasm.

"Don't come yet..." Honey whispered in my ear.

"WHAT?????????????" my mind screamed. "But I need to," I whispered back to him.

"Not yet" he told me and he took his cock from me. My body was not happy. I was not happy. I felt like a little girl who just had her favorite toy taken from her by a bully.

"100 more and I'll fuck you again," he said to me as he positioned himself to spank my ass some more. Did I mention that Honey has a bit of the sadist in him? Did I also happen to mention that I have the greater sexual needs? He can hold out (although not happily) way longer than I can. Who was I to argue? I was way too far gone by then.

He counted them out again, and by the time he reached 100, he was once again pounding my ass with a paddle in a serious way...but I didn't care. I just wanted him to fuck me. And he did. Once again, he fucked me almost to orgasm. And once again, he stole the orgasm from me.

"Just 50 more" he told. I was on the verge of being angry. "Just 50 more and I'll let you come" he told me. I didn't answer. I couldn't. He took up his position. The last 50 made the first 200 feel like play slaps. He put his heart and soul into the last 10 but the 40 before it were not exactly child's play...no pun intended. I knew my ass had to be starting to look like raw hamburger. As soon as he finished, before I even had the time to regain my breath, while my shirt was still damp from the sweat I worked up from the pain, Honey rammed his cock back in my ass and he fucked me just the way I wanted. He fucked me until he came and he came with a verocity that only comes from denial...and shortly thereafter, I came. He made sure of it. His cock so perfectly fits my ass...and there is nothing like the feel of his pelvis rubbed against and bouncing off my burning and pained ass....grabbing my asscheeks, spreading them wide apart to allow his cock to drive as deeply as possible. It was an amazing night. It was worth the wait...and there will probably have to be a fair amount of time between this time and the next because I will be having some mighty bruises within the next couple of days.

I will try to post at least a new picture every day if not a new picture and a new story. Honey outdid himself last night...and I'm so glad he did. He gave EXACTLY what I had been wanting. He just seems to be able to read my mind like that. Now that he has mostly gotten over the fear of being too rough (me? too rough? LOL) I think we have a really nice rhythm on behalf of my sub needs and his top desires...hidden as they were. I'm liking it. So is he...and hopefully you are still enjoying our journey.

Ecstagony

What a wonderful word that is. I actually saw it on another blogsite. How deliciously descriptive. How about dramastic ecstagony. I think I have new words for my spanking world. Dramastic ecstagony is when you are overwhelmed by the ecstasy created by the fire in and on your ass from a hard spanking and equally hard fucking. Yummy. I have been spanked this week. I have to say, it was dramastic ecstagony. It could have been harder. I hardly have any bruises. My ass had that freshly spanked look for 2 days though. That is always cool. That alone is worth taking a spanking every day but alas, Honey's back barely made it through the once...to try it again might well cripple him. It was hot though. I got to pick out my implement...at least the starting implement. My ass had been seriously craving some really hard swats from the holey paddle. Sometimes the way to start, for me, is with a couple of really hard swats, then a couple of lighter ones. The really hard ones starting out are never pleasant but I often find that it takes all of about 30 seconds before I want more. And before long, I am craving the really ugly, really hard swats. Honey was more than happy to accomodate me, although we were both worried about his back. We did start with the holey paddle. I don't know how many swats he gave me but my ass was radiating heat in no time at all. It was all very passionate. We moved from the holey paddle to the cool surface of the lexan. Honey really likes this paddle a lot...and as a matter of fact, so do I. I don't think its much for bruising though. It is quite a bit tougher on bare skin (which is, of course, the only way Honey likes to spank me) than over clothes but it is a very unique feeling any way you use it. I like it. I believe the whole session, which was probably right around an hour of almost solid spanking fun, my ass was entertained by all of our most vicious paddles. Bruiser I know was used 15 times straight without a break. It wasn't full out swings Honey was using, but he was swinging hard enough to push my body forward with every swing. I felt like a swingset. Honey's follow through was complete, I would wave forward and then in the same fluid motion I would throw my ass back up and out for another. The swats rained down harder and faster as Honey paddled, and I became wetter and wetter. Honey had given me a "test drive" a short time before the actual session. He swatted my ass 5 times relatively hard (I was ready for him to quit at 3) with Bruiser. Then, he told me he was going to see if I was really unhappy with Bruiser or not. He reached around in front and slid his hand down between my legs. His fingers brushed my clit and goosebumps popped up all over me...again...this is one of the first reactions my body has to a really hard swat with a chunk of wood too. He let his fingers slide on until I felt them pushing up inside me. He started with just the tip of one, then I guess he changed his mind and slipped 2 fingers up inside me. My body offered no resistance. He told me my body told him the truth and according to my body, I liked Bruiser very much. Honey spanked me long and occasionally hard. And when the spanking was done and neither of us could stand it anymore, Honey lubed up my ass, lubed up his manhood and slid his member into that speciall place that takes both of our breath away. Honey made love to me, made love to my ass, ust like I like it. He was gentle and loving. I was crazed. I love to feel his pelvis against my burning ass. He fucked me gentle and then he fucked me hard until I had the most earth-shattering orgasm. He always tries to make sure I come before he comes. He fucked my ass for a bit longer and then asked me if I would assist him masturbating. I love feeling him jack off behind me, up against my ass, before he actually enters me. I love to help him reach his orgasm through masturbation. I assailed his body with my mouth and my fingers while he jacked off. He told me he wanted to come on my tits. He climbed on top of my chest for the second time that day (the first was so he could fuck my face, a phenomenal precursor to actually making love) and I had the priviledge of watching my Honey jack off over me while I fondled his nipples. when he finally came, we together agreed that he would come all over me...my face, my tits, my belly...and his orgasm was as full of fireworks as mine had been. When we were cleaned up again, we snuggled together, holding each other in a lovers embrace as we dozed off for an afternoon nap. Life doesn't get any better than this.

The Tide is High...but the Planets won't align

He sleeps for now, the deep sleep of a hardworking man who's back twinges a little too often, a little too scarily. A man who sleeps alone while his wife works...just as the wife sleeps alone while he works.

Sometimes I hate our schedules. We each work the shift that we prefer, but it makes it difficult to have fun times together. Often, when its slow at work I find myself daydreaming, fantasizing, and I hope, sometimes wish, that when I got home we could live out those fantasies. Between kids and work, that only happens about once a week...but boy oh boy do those fantasies get yummy. I write my fantasies to him often...the next best thing to being there. Well, okay, masturbation and fantasy is the next best thing to being there, but letters are a little closer to being together.

His back is hurt this weekend so barring a miraculous recovery, my fantasies will not be fulfilled this weekend. My fantasies change from week to week, day to day. So here I sit, feeling a little/a lot frustrated as I watch my porn and near-porn movies and clips. I watch tons of clips of assholes being violated, bodies rocking back and forth in that motion that can only be achieved by intercourse, and I can almost feel his cock violating my asshole, making my body rock in that sexy, loving, decadent motion. I can feel the head pushing insistently against the tiniest hole he can have, that place that is reserved for him and only him...that place on my body that responds the most intensely to his probings. It opens up to him. It always opens for him. Sometimes it requires a lot of lube, sometimes just the lube from him eating me out, sometimes no lube at all. It always opens up for him, invites him in, pleads for his entry. Most times the initial entry is painful. If he pulls out and then enters again, its pure ecstacy until I get to an earth shattering orgasm. Sometimes it doesn't hurt at all and he just makes love to me. The sweet steady fucking motion of old familiar lovers. Sometimes I set the pace, sometimes he sets pace but the lovemaking almost ends up as assfucking because its the way we both like it best...it the way I orgasm best...its our special gift to each other.

I watch the clips of a beautiful on her knees looking up into the man's eyes while his cock rocks in and out of her mouth, and I wish it was me. More accurately, my absolute favorite is to have My Love sit on chest, take my head in his hands and fuck my mouth while I masturbate. Oh what a turn on..and I find it equally as appealling to watch it done by others. The feeling of a cock bumping against the back of my throat...My Love slowly pushing his cock down my throat until it won't go any further and holding it there. My Love doing this movement several times, then grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth hard and deep. How wet it makes me just thinking of it. How much I long to be taken. There is an extra special trust between lovers when a woman will let her man tie her down in a way that she is completely helpless and have his cock pointing her mouth. We have that kind of trust. I love to be taken totally and completely...taken...what a sweet word...so accurate in the way it feels when he takes control of a blowjob. He can go as deep as he wants, as hard as he wants, as soft as he wants, as gentle as he wants, as fast as he wants or as slow as he wants...its the most delicious taste as he fucks my face. Sometimes when I give him a blowjob, he doesn't want to come until we completely share our bodies...but sometimes when I give him a blowjob, I just have to make him come...HAVE TO. I get so completely turned on, so passionate, I need him to come in my mouth, I need to him to come in my throat...I need him to come before I can come.

And then there are the spanking movies, the spanking videos. So hard. So rough. So painful. I want it so...Punishment spankings are always my favorite to watch, not my favorite to get...most of the time. There is that frame of mind though...you know...THAT "frame of mind." The inner sub begs to be taken, to be fulfilled, to be abused. I want him to take me by the hand, lead me in to the perfect set up, the perfect spanking situation. Sometimes that means he ties me down so that I can't move, no matter what, and he beats me and beats me and beats me until my ass is black and blue (and purple and maybe a few more colors). The impact is so loud it sounds like a gunshot. This is just a fantasy of course, for now anyway. In the fantasy, the swats are so hard. I so admire the girls from Girls Boarding School and Realspankings.com. They take an ass-beating, the kind I sometimes want, and they never break. If you have never seen their school swats series...WOW. Oh how I want that. But oh how I'm terrified of that. Its times like this, when I am fantasizing....

I can close my eyes. I picture him with a slightly angry demeanor about him. He grabs me by my arm and bends me over. He tells me to grab my ankles. I don't want to but his tone makes me obey. I do it reluctantly. He blasts my ass so hard with the first couple of swats that it almost knocks me off my feet. That isn't good enough. He comes over to me, throws my skirt over my back (because I am always wearing a skirt in these fantasies), places his hand on the lower back and starts swatting again. 7, 8, 9, 10...my ass is on fire. Every bit of my ass hurts. Still he isn't done. This time he comes up and pulls my panties down. He swats my ass once and I try to get away. I curl up. He is having none of it. He pulls me up by waist and begins to paddle my ass in earnest. No matter how hard I struggle, no matter how much I cry, no matter how much I beg and scream, he keeps paddling until he can paddle no more...and then he releases me. I collapse on the floor, panties around my ankles. We are both out of breath and sweaty. We sit looking at each other for a moment...

And then his pants come off.

On a snowy, bitter cold day like today, if I can't have the real thing, I can at least daydream about it all day.

The Days After...

As I'm sure you can imagine just by the very first picture, my ass is completely untouchable right at the moment. It hurts to sit when I first sit down...and of course, makes me grin. This is within the first 24 hours. The first two pictures are both within the first 24 hours. Then the pictures get really good.


My Love of course doesn't always remember that he beat my ass to a very bruised yet satisfied pulp. He likes to pat my bottom as I go by, or when he kisses me, or just whenever and sometimes his "pats" are not so gentle. Right at the moment, one of those little love taps is enough to send me soaring into tomorrow.
I know for a fact that my bottom has never been as bruised as it is this week. I LIKE it...I liked getting there. Bonnie asked me what the new spanking position for us was. I'm sure its not new to others, but I was actually on my knees in front of the headboard, with my hands perched on the headboard itself. It left the fleshiest part of my bottom a very agreeable target and absorber for the heavier implements. Being bent over touching toes or in a the doggie position can be very painful and worrisome to me because, although I have plenty of cush back there for just about anything, it all seems to disappear when Bruiser comes out to play. I'm always afraid something is actually going to get hurt and then so much for fun. I saw the position being used on Realspankings.com. I suspect it was specifically to keep their skinnier girls from being injured...and it made what used to be not so pleasant a very pleasant experience indeed...except for the ping pong paddle. It made the ping pong paddle hit in all the wrong places.
When I was looking at my bottom yesterday, I was really quite shocked. I knew I would have some serious bruising going on but this was even better than I had hoped. Its almost scary. Oh how it makes me giggle though...and arouses me to see it...and know that I was able to withstand it...not just happily, but asking for it.
I suspect it will get just a little more colorful before it starts going away. I haven't looked today. I am not as touch sensitive today as I was yesterday and day before, but I can still feel that we had a very good weekend. And it still makes me very very happy.
This one I KNEW was going to bruise...well, I didn't really know it but I was pretty sure. There were only a few whacks that landed astray but when they did, they landed in the same virgin territory...oh how it burned. Oh how good it started to feel. I don't like to be hit in this particular spot but that night...that night everything was different. And oh how I cannot wait to do it again.

A Weekend to Remember

This was our starting point. Hubby had wanted to spank me at the beginning of the weekend. I admit that sometimes my submissive side is more prominent than other times. The more submissive I feel, the more I like the spankings, the harder Honey can spank me, the longer Hubby can spank me...its just a different feeling all together. Even when I am not feeling particularly submissive, I like the pained feelings of being spanked...I just don't handle it very well and Honey has to give it up way sooner than either of us really want...and of course, I have no lovely bruises to look at and enjoy. Oftentimes, the bruised feeling is there, at least for a day or two, but honestly, I like to SEE the bruises AND feel them.

Hubby and I got a new toy recently...a lexan paddle. The very first smack across my ass made me wonder if I had really thought this purchase through. Then about an hour after the trial run, I was pretty sure it was a good purchase. The beginning of this weekend, the lexan really got its first workout...and yes, I like it. It wasn't a particularly long or erotic session initially. Since I work midnight shift, when My Love is on his days off, I get off work, usually check email and then crawl into bed and snuggle my icy butt up against My Love's oh so warm body. This might not have been my best idea thi s particular weekend because after I woke him up with my frozen behind, he decided my bottom needed some warming up. He rubbed my tushy for a short while and then started retrieving implements. I was sleepy but thought to myself "Hmmmm...okay...whatever Honey wants, Honey gets...and this could be fun." Honey covered me all up so I would be nice and toasty warm, exposing just my bottom as I lay on stomach. The feeling of having my ass on display like that amazing. Very hot. Then leaned back on me so he was facing my ass while his body weight held me firmly in place. I got a little worried when I realized he had me pinned...this is usually a harbinger of spanking harder than what I will appreciate. I let it wander back and forth in my mind for a second or two...I was tired, I was exposed, I worked all night, its been a while since I had one of those really good spankings...and I decided to just completely relax and accept whatever Honey wanted to do...good, bad, painful, erotic, whatever....I don't remember what all he used, but he used a quite an array of toys on my ass.He spanked for quite a while, not terribly hard but enough for me to know he was enjoying it...and all the while he held me down. He caught me a few times when it was hard enough for me to try to struggle away from him, but it was the first hint that I had that my submissive side was needing attention. He eventually quit when I reminded him that I had worked all night. He quit and moved on to the loving. The gentle strokes of his hand, lotion to sooth my red ass, KY to get me ready for the rest of what he had in mind. It was okay. It didn't take long at all until I was panting like a bitch in heat...mostly because I was. He took me from behind, in the most submissive a woman can be had. He slipped his cock in my asshole with a moducom of resistance. It hurt just the tiniest bit, just enough to make it feel so good. He fucked me slowly. Then he fucked me hard. The harder the assfucking, the higher my passions ran. He sent me over the edge when he leaned on my back, cock buried deep in my ass, holding my hips so tight while he drove his manhood deeper and deeper and whispered in my ear how he planned on beating my ass this weekend, how hard he wanted to spank me, how much he wanted to blister my ass and then fuck me, fuck me everywhere, shove his cock down my throat and then fuck my ass again and again this weekend. That was the endgame...the whispering...the fantasy...it does it everytime. When I came, I came like a woman who has never had an orgasm before. My entire body shuddered and quaked. Honey wasn't far behind me. As I started to come, he grabbed my asscheeks, spread them apart and fucked my ass harder and faster, driving himself to the brink of his own orgasm, until, toward the end of my own moment(s) of bliss, I felt his cock swell in my ass, stretching my asshole even more and then feeling the heat of his cum in my ass. Oh how I love that feeling. We both collapsed on the bed, panting, me on bottom, where I most like to be, him on top, his cock still buried in my ass, and we dozed off. What a way to start the weekend.

But that wasn't the end. All weekend I have been in an unusually submissive mood. I have been wanting My Love to beat my ass just like he whispered in my ear. I have fantasies of him leading me into the bedroom, holding my hand. When we get in there, he closes the door, bends me over, exposes my ass, lays his hand on the small of my back and proceeds to give me five hard swats on my ass...he gives me a break, and then he does it again. Hard. The kind that I don't like but savor in my fantasies for months after. I had seen a spanking position that Honey and I hadn't tried before and it looked interesting to me...it looked like a position that would allow me to quite possibly enjoy some of our more severe implements to a greater extent...and I was right! Oddly enough, it was not such a good position for some of our lighter toys, like the ping pong paddle. I LOVE the ping pong paddle. It stings, its light, it leaves my ass all bright red and tingly for a long time...and Honey can really smack around pretty hard and for a bit without causing me a great deal of distress. So....My Love starts out my weekend with a very enjoyable, slightly painful but very pleasant paddling of my ass. Last night we took my submission to all new heights. There were several implements employed but I believe the main ones were the lexan, our homemade holey paddle and Bruiser. I was so right about the position. The new position session was somewhere between the first spanking session and last night, but it was good. It was a moderately painful session. Honey was spanking me very much like the videos I so enjoy watching. Not real fast, but a lot like you would expect a punishment paddling to be...without the intensity behind it. Honestly, I don't know how much umpfff he was putting into it, but it didn't feel so bad. I think this position has a future. The first and second pictures here are after those "light" sessions

Last night...last night was amazing. Honey and I stayed up way too late and almost didn't have our little lovefest. Once we got in bed, I thought maybe if we popped in a porn movie it would help wake us up. It worked. It worked bigtime! We snuggled for a bit and then Honey told me to come lay across his lap. I got immediate tingles in my womanly parts and butterflies in my tummy. Laying across his lap while he spanks me has got to be one of the single most erotic, most arousing things that I have ever experienced, second only to my expert manipulations of My Love's tongue and lips. I layed in a position that afforded me a view of the porn movie while I layed across Honey's lap. I can't completely recount the events that occurred after that. Honey started spanking me. I can tell you that much. Two hours later, Honey was wrapping up spanking me. The spanking was long. The spanking started off very mild and built in intensity. The spanking ended up Bruiser and the lexan, and it was no longer mild. I remember thinking myself in the midst of it, "I'm probably going to be really sorry about this tomorrow." Honey used the ping pong early into it. I wanted something harder. Honey used the plastic hairbrush. I wanted him to beat me with it in ways that he probably wouldn't be comfortable with. When Honey got to the serious paddles, I went into what I can only describe as subspace. I don't know if that's what it really was or not. All I know is I wanted him to use those paddles in ways that I would be feel and see for days afterward. I craved the pain. I needed the pain. I made no noise...it wasn't necessary because it was not that kind of pain. As hard as Honey would hit, I stayed still...I was all but immoveable. The more he spanked, the more I wanted. I masturbated throught about half the spanking. The other half...I just wanted to feel.

I wanted to feel the burn. I wanted the sting. I wanted it a lot. I jacked My Love off while he spanked. He cock felt so good in my hand, so hard. I could tell beating my ass was turning him on as much as it turned me on. He would take periodic breaks to rub the globes of my ass, probe the depths of womanhood and marvel at how wet I was, and then he would start again. He spanked and he spanked and he spanked. I didn't want him to stop...and he didn't. I wanted him to spank me harder...and he did. In truth, as hard as he spanked me, and for a long time too, he still could have spanked me harder in the frame of mind I was in. Every burn aroused me more. The stray strokes the assaulted my thighs only aroused me more. Honey got into a rhythm. I don't know if it was Bruiser or the lexan he used. I know he used both more last night than he has used probably all of our spankings tools since we started in this newest adventure.

I could feel heat rising from ass as he spanked...and still I wanted more. I felt heat rising from my womanhood...and I wanted more. I asked My Love to stop and make love to me once. He wasn't ready. He asked me if I could take a few more. I told him yes. He resumed his spanking. He continued his probings of my ass and my pussy. There was unbelievable period where I had a vibrator and was enticing my clit with it while Honey had the extra fancy vibrator, the one called "The Seahorse" and was delving in my parts. Since I had spent hours in the doggie position and variations thereof, Honey climbed off the bed and moved around in front of me. He fed me his hard cock. I lavished all my attentions on his beloved member. He fucked my mouth with all the passion and love that was flowing between us. Then he moved back behind me again and we made love. Sweet love, hard love, passionate love. When he got ready to come, he pulled out of me and came all over my well-beaten ass. I came not long after him and together, we collapsed on the bed, across the bed instead of the way one is meant to use the bed and promptly fell asleep, completely spent.

You can't really tell from these pictures, at least not yet, but my ass is completely bruised. After going so long without bruises, we have more than made up for lost discoloring. As I said, it isn't quite as visible in the pictures as it is in real life, but the bruising appears to be from where those dark spots are that you CAN see all the way down to the very tops of my thighs. I believe my entire ass is bruised...and it aches every time I sit down, or wiggle, or move. Its very good and writing about it, looking at the pictures, thinking about it makes me wet in anticipation of the next time.

One Night in a Heaven aka hotel

Finally, after weeks and weeks of trying and not succeeding, grown kids coming and going, unbelievable stresses at work, bullshit so deep we are drowning, we FINALLY got ourselves a room here in town. We ran away from the kids, ran away from life as it were, and decided to recoup, just the two of us, to a solitary retreat where we could relax, we could make noise, we could do whatever we wanted in totall nakedness, if thats what we decided. We packed up a few of our favorite toys and went to check in. For the first time ever, they asked what our purpose was. Not just personal or business. They wanted more. For just a second I thought we were in a time warp. I have NEVER been asked that question before...anyway, I tgave an honest answer because I am just that way. I told the little clerk girl "We are escaping from children" The clerk looked at us funny for just a second or two and thn made up something. My husband was less than impressed...in fact, he was kind of pissed off because he was convinced that they didn't believe we were married. It was really very cute. Anyway, we got checked in and here is me feeling like Scarlett O'Hara after Rhett takes her whether she wants to be taken or not...and obviously she was quite happy about it. As I recall, he also threatened to spank her shortly thereafter. If he had, they probably wouldn't have had nearly as much trouble as they did.

Let me introduce to you to my toys. These are my current favorites although they change constantly. On the far left side is a hairbrush. I saw these two different girls get their asses beat in kinds of red on Girls Boarding School. This has been one of my fantasies about going to hotel room ever since...but you gotta be able to kick and scream a little if thats going to happen. Its a singy little bugger and turns your ass red really fast, but my goodness is it loud. This hairbrush was a very good buy. Nex to their hairbrush is the late favorite, homemade paddle with holes that was recently murdered across my ass. I loved that paddle. Many firsts in that paddle. And since its demise, I have become even more convinced that that particular Daddy's helper was the source of the bruising I had been experiencing. I have had my ass beaten almost eery day this week because of work problems (a whole different story) and there are no bruises like the late, great homemade paddle. It will be missed. Next to the late, great is the very first paddle I ever bought. It is a hairbrush paddle. It mis made of this beautiful redwood, is pretty thick and is shaped like a hairbrush. It used to also be my very favorite but times change. And last but not least is the homemade strap my Baby Doll made for me. What can I say about this little charm. It has all the benefits of a belt but feels like you are welted and marked by silk. Its so soft yet fully beltlike...there is no way really to describe it but its nice.

The night had so much potential, I think both of us were afraid we would be let down. We dined at a nearby restaurant, came back to the room and rested for a bit and then we began to play. I think perhaps one of the most difficult decisions. The room had all the accomodations we were looking for: a wonderful bed, lots and lots of pillows, a bench at the foot of the bed that had possibilities limited only by ones imagination, a chair and a desk. I had hopes and plans for each and every one of them...and each and everyone of them because useful to us before the night was over...except the desk. We ran out of steam by then,

We started out playtime with both of us naked and me laying across my loves lap on the bed. What a wonderful beginning to an even lovelier evening. The late wooden paddle and my ass met several times, along with my love's hand, the hair brush and the strap. After much pinking of my bottom, when I needed a little break, my love would play with me. And oh how he knows just how to play. Between the spanking and the playing, I remember somehow ending up on all 4's in front of him. I asked him to masturbate while spanking me. This is one of those things that really really turns me on. My Love, always eager to please, was happy to oblige, It wasn't long before both of us were reaching the point of no return. Once he entered me, the lovemaking was hot, passionate, hard, loud...he tried to pull out to prolong the act, but I grabbed him by his arm and begged him to come. His body rubbing against my freshly spanked ass was just too much and I needed him to finish. We both had mind-blowing orgasms...but that was just the beginning.

This is how my ass looked after the first go round. I discovered that I like being able to really see what my bottom looks like when we have finished playing...and for several days thereafter. What I had told my Love Man before we went to the room was that I wanted my ass to bruised like it had never been bruised before. Make the cost of the room worthwhile. This isn't bad. Nice pinkish tones...I think some of the bruising was from another time but I am always amazed at how quickly everything quits hurting.

Round 2 was way more active in the spanking area.

We started that round off on the bench. It was sweet. It was the first time we got to come close to a traditional OTK spanking. I can understand all the hype. It still wasn't exactly the way I see it in my mind. If you have ever seen Girls Boarding School videos, WOW! They do OTK like I have never seen before and it really really turns me on to watch. He has down pretty good. The kicking spankees legs get hooked under the spankers legs, he grabs hold of the waist and he wails away on a bottom like there is no tomorrow. Hehehehehehe...just what I wanted...and as much as I could handle it, it is exactly what my Love gave me. My Baby Doll beat my ass good and proper the second time around. Oh, he still played with me in between, he gave my bottom massages when he knew I had reached my pain tolerance until I was ready to go more. We spent hours spanking and play, spanking and playing, spanking and playing. Toward the end, as I was bent over a chair take swats from the now deceased holey paddle, My Baby Doll told me he was going to give me a punishment style spanking. OH MY GOD...I lasted out exactly one swat. He had to lighten up much after that....but I do foresee more in the future. Being the big sissy I am, and since we don't do punishment spanking for real, it is something I will have to build up to....but I'm certainly happy to try...and the occasional ungodly hard swat can be quite...sensual...once I take my hands off my ass.

This is an example of what that sweet, innocent looking hairbrush can do to a womans buttocks. Oh sure, it wasn't JUST the hairbrush, but I assure you the hairbrush and my late, great paddle had much to do wth my looking like this...and this is after lovemaking. I wanted pictures for my sake. I think my bottom is definitely approaching the girls bottoms when they finish with them at Girls Boarding School. If you have never seen one of the their videos, they are worth catching a glimpse of. They seriouslly beat some ass and they use all my favorite implements. I still kind of cringe when I look at this picture. We took some others too and I used the picture of a couple of days after this in the R.I.P post to my paddle. You can rest assured this one hurt as much as it looks like it did, and I loved pretty much pretty much every second of it.

Tonight, we have yet another implement to try out. I have been wanting a table tennis paddle for a while now. My always willing to please love of my life bought me one today. We tested it out earlier today. Oooooooooooo...its not a perfect replacement for the late, great paddle but I think its going to be quite the hot item in our bedroom for a while.

Oh, and I was right about Bruiser. Bruiser and my ass had meetings almost everyday this week. Man that thing hurts. The most I have been able to handle without a pretty sizeable break in between is 4 swats and I wasn't happy about that at all. I think the new paddles may alleviate some of Bruisers use (although it always seems to find its way out of the drawer and onto my ass during our weekend sessions). Thats okay. If My Honey likes using it that much, I can learn to grit my teeth and bare it....literally.

I'm out of here for now. Got that new toy that has been waiting too long already!