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.

The Last Big Day

After all the waiting, the ungodly horniness, the cravings for some REAL contact, I got my wish...IN SPADES! I have decided to do things a little different today. There is so much for me to say that I don't want to miss anything, but I have such a short attention span these days, I decided it would be interesting to give a little at a time. I will be updating my blog off and on today and if I don't finish my story, perhaps it will carry into tomorrow. I'm just going to start for now

I have been wanting Honey to really...there are a gazillion words that would fit here but they all sound callous...beat me....no, don't like the sound of it...wear my ass out...true but still kind of coarse sounding...wail the skin off my ass...YYOUCH!!!!!!!!!! Once again, true, but just doesn't sound right.
Okay, how about this. I needed to be entertained in the roughest fashion comfortable to man or woman. Yeah, that sounds nice, doesn't it?
The truth is, I wanted Honey to beat my ass black and blue. I don't know why. I know it sounds like I always ask that question but really, especially in the throes of it, I could care less why. He likes it, I like it...it works. This was probably one of the most severe encounters we have had and I loved it. We kept getting interrupted unfortunately or it probably would have been even more severe...and I certainly wouldn't have minded that at all...but as it turns out, it was GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This first picture...oh yeah, that was just the beginning.

More Fantasy

I don't know what is going on with me and Honey for sure. Well, actually I do. We aren't being as physical as we were not all that long ago. A lot of changes and just basic crap has been going on for both of us. I had surgery, he is looking at surgery, I may be having more surgery, my mom is having surgery and oh...I'll bet I didn't mention this. After almost two decades of employment at the same location, with the same organization, I have quit my job. That has got to put a strain on my Honey but he encouraged me to do it. Unfortunately, he and I used to work together. Its how we met and fell in love. Now we don't work together and I think it is making work all the more difficult for Honey to handle. I know he is in a lot of pain. We don't have all the injuries worked out yet, but its in the works. We hope to have him fixed in less time than it took to get mine worked out. And I'll be able to be home with him while he is getting fixed. I think he is afraid to touch me since my surgery, too. I know he is afraid to be as aggressive as I actually like. Whether its regular fucking, throat fucking, anal fucking or spanking, I tend to like it on the extreme side. I think I have probably mentioned that once or twice before. Well, with Honey being afraid to touch, we haven't been doing a lot of anything...but I have had a really rich fantasy life as of recent.

My latest was inspired by the famous Oriental rape scene. Don't ask me which one. It was all over the "hurt me please" websites last week. It shows a beautiful Oriental woman with her breasts hanging out of her Kimono. Her legs are bound to a spreader bar (although it probably was just called a stick) but its not the way we are most accustomed to. The bar didn't go between her ankles. Her ankles are bound so the bar is actually behind her and her ankles are bound forward. It looks very interesting. It leaves a girl awfully open for anything a slightly sadistic man might want to do to a helpless, slightly masochistic girl. My fantasy is a little different:

I see myself being bound. Something Honey and I haven't really been able to play with much the last few years because it became too painful...and not in a good way. That has been surgically corrected. There are still some things that need to get fixed before I can hand full out bondage but I think this one would work. First, my wrists are bound to the headboard. Let me say this is not my favorite idea because I am such a fan of masturbation...in fact, most of my sexual life I have masturbated at least 3 or 4 times a day. I like to have my clit stimulated...what can I say. After my hands are bound, a spreader bar is placed behind my knees. The spreader bar is then bound to the headboard. This would leave my body almost completely folded in half, me absolutely unable to move in any "guarding" kind of way, and leave all of Honey's favorite spots open and available. After Honey finishes securing the spreader bar to the headboard, he shoves two fingers into my pussy. "As I figured," he whispers gruffly to me. I am completely wet. He trails his fingers to my anus. Gently, he applies pressure as he massages. I can feel myself open up, inviting him in. He slips a finger in, but only to the first knuckle. Just a tease. "Ready, are you?" he teases me. I am. I am completely at his mercy. And I'm so ready to be fucked.

"Not yet. You have to earn your pleasures today," He says to me. Butterflies are going crazy inside my stomach. Anything. Anything he wants is fine with me, as long as he takes care of the raging horniness. His hands massage my buttcheeks. "Oh yeah...you have a long way to go before I fuck you," he continues to tease. SMACK! He uses his open hand to slap my ass. It makes way more noise than cause pain. Still, it makes me jump. That is when I realize I have been holding my breath. Playtime has begun. He rains down handslaps on my ass, making it a bright red. I jerk with each and every one. They didn't hurt in the beginning but the continued slapping begins to sting. I stay silent. The slaps are echoing in my ears. After a good 3 minute handspanking, Honey decides that isn't doing the trick.

He moves on. The plastic brush is next. The plastic brush is one of my favorites. Honey can really wail away on my ass with that one. It stings but it is most tolerable and leaves quite a nice glow. Honey, of course, knows all this. In my very bound (did I mention naked?) state, I cannot relieve the tingling that has begun in my nether regions. Honey lays his triceps across the back of my legs and holds my legs tight against my body with his body and arm. He has a perfect target...my ass...in all its glory. He rubs the plastic across my ass. My breathing comes in short gasps. The first swat echos in the room. It stings. He bring the brush down again, this time on the other side. He starts bringing the brush down over and over, from cheek to cheek. I couldn't count if I wanted to. Honey is really getting into the nonstop swatting action. He doesn't stop until his arm gets tired. I wriggle under his weight. It doesn't hurt so much as sting. I can feel the redness growing. When he finally tires, some 100 swats later, he drops the brush and rubs my ass. "MMmmmmmmm...you should feel this. Your bottom is getting quite warm." Then he checks my womanhood. "Oh, I see you already know. You are soooooooo wet. I'll bet you'd like to be fucked right about now, wouldn't you?" All I can do is moan. He is right. I am so turned on I can't speak. I feel like a puddle of lust. Honey shoves 3 fingers in my twat and pumps them back and forth. It almost relieves the aching, but not quite. He laughs at my responding to his manipulations. "You are such a slut." He slips one finger into my anal passage. It completely takes my breath away. He laughs again. "I know you like that, slut." And he takes it away. "You want to see how much I like this?" he asks me, but he doesn't wait for an answer. He straddles my face. His cock is hard. "Open up." I do, gladly. I opened my mouth wide. He slides his cock into mouth gently at first. "See how hard I am for you?" He asks me. I cannot respond. "Spanking your ass makes me hard. I love to see your ass turn red. I love to see you try to wiggle away." He continues to talk to me while he strokes his cock in and out of my mouth, every stroke reaching to the back of my throat. Each stroke back causing my passions to rise and my throat to relax. Each stroke goes a little deeper into my throat. Honey takes hold of my head and seriously fucks my face. He pulls my head to him as his shoves his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. I can feel his climax nearing. I hold my mouth open as much as I can to Honey's fucking. At times I can't breathe. I have to concentrate hard not to choke. I want to be fucked so much and I don't care where. "You want your ass fucked, don't you Baby" Honey taunts. As much as I can, I mutter unh hunh. I want to be fucked every way a woman can be fucked. Honey, keeping his cock securely in my mouth, wets a finger and shoves it full force into my asshole. I almost gag. My concentration is broken for a second. It hurt. It hurt so good. A yelp escapes me but Honey shoves his cock down my throat and cuts off my cry of surprise. He shoves the finger in as far as it will go. He tries to make it go further. My ass is so ready to be penetrated. A finger is good but its not a cock. Honey pulls his cock from my mouth just before he cums. I can hear the battle to keep from cumming in his voice. "Not yet," he spitefully says to me. Honey climbs off and I hear him rummaging. He comes back with a blindfold. "I want you to be surprised" he explains to me. I get nervous. Once Honey is satisfied with the blindfold, he returns to my exposed parts. He stops briefly at my nipples. He teases each one with his tongue and sucks gently. He knows this is mostly not a good feeling for me. He doesn't care. He likes it. Before he completely moves away, he takes both tit's in his hands and squeezes. I do like that.

Honey moves away from body. With the blindfold on, I am relying on my ears to figure out what he is doing. I hear a tube opening. He is getting the KY. I start to tingle all over. I think to myself "FINALLY....he going to fuck me in the ass!" Then I feel Honey. He massages the KY onto and into my asshole. It feels sooo good. He is prepping me for his big cock to make entry. Then I feel something cool...no, not cool...cold. Pressure against my anus. It gives way with little effort. "This is to remind you of what is coming....if you are a good girl." Slowly he eases the foreign object into my ass. I realize as it continues to grow exactly what it is. It is a butt plug. We don't often use the butt plug...I prefer real cock. As it gets to the widest point of the plug, my breath catches. Honey stops the foreward motion. "Relax" Honey whispers to me. "Breathe. You know you can take this. Take it for me. Relax and enjoy it. Its going in one way or the other." I can't stop him. I know my words will fall on deaf ears. He wiggles the plug back and forth, getting my anus accustomed to this strange object. When he thinks I am ready, Honey pushes forward again. It goes a tiny bit farther and then the pain sets in again. "Please Honey," I beg. "I can't. Its too big. It hurts," I plead. Its 3/4's of the way in and still gaining girth. "I told you...it's going in. You can do it without pain if you relax, or you can do it painfully. Its up to you." Honey pushes forward again. I whimper. I try to control my breathing. I concentrate on relaxing my anal muscles to accomodate this huge invader. Our butt plug isn't tiny by any means. Its girth is probably no wider than Honey himself but the unnatural things just don't feel the same. "Please Honey! I can't..." and you shove the plug the rest of the way in. For a second, I think I feel the tissue ripping and then there is relief. The butt plug is in place. "Oh Baby, that is sooooooooo sexy" you coo to me. I can't speak yet. Once in place, the pain ended but the feeling of being completely full stays. I feel my anus loosening and tightening, trying to expel the invader. It stays put. Honey watches for a few seconds in amazement. "Oh Baby...." Honey breathes. "That is just too hot. Oh..." Honey takes my thighs and spreads them as far apart as he can. "Oh I have to fuck you..." You say to me breathlessly. Your cock enters my pussy in one stroke. We are pelvis to pelvis. A cry escapes my lips. There is a moment of excruciating pain as cock and butt plug meet, separated by a thin layer of skin. "Oh God...." Honey gasps, He fucks me hard. He fucks me fast. He keeps hold of thighs the entire time, keeping them spread as far as they will spread. Once again, as he nears orgasm, he pulls himself away from me. My pussy is sopping wet. The feeling of being double-penetrated was both painful and exhillerating. I want more. Suddenly, there is an explosion.

I hear before I realize my ass is on fire. Then another explosion. I feel it this time. Honey lays across the backs of legs again as he assaults my ass with one of the new lexan paddles. I don't know which one it is but it hurts and stings. Lexan has a very unique feel. Ungiving. Unyielding. The holes give it an added sting. Honey doesn't wait between swats. Ten times without pause. I groan with each swat. Honey isnt being gentle. Honey is working toward bruises. His swats are hard. I think my ass is going to explode...and then you stop. There is a moment's pause and then I feel your tongue. Inside my pussy, flicking across my clit, sucking at my clit, teasing my clit, then back inside my pussy. My ass is on fire but all I can think about is how insane with passion Honey is making me.

Before I know what is happening, it starts all over again. I don't realize at first that I am screaming with each swat. Its a different lexan paddle. Once again, Honey is holding my legs against my body. I thrash about but I'm no real threat. I lose count after the fourth swat. I am lost in a world of pain and passion. Honey is spanking me with the butt plug in me. It adds to the pain and the pleasure.

I am becoming just a heaving heap of sensations. After a ruthless spanking, Honey breaks to fuck me again. I can feel my body being pounded by Honey's weight. Honey is fucking me hard. When he pulls away, it is sudden and the pain begins again. Over and over, spanking and fucking, spanking and fucking. I am sweating all over. Still spanking and fucking. I lose track of the different implements. All four of our Lexan paddles, I think the holy wooden paddle, the leather strap, the cane...those are the ones I recognize. After a good, hard caning, pull the butt plug from my ass. It hurts so much more coming out than going in, but I feel empty. Honey takes the opportunity to spank my battered ass with one more implement before he buries his cock up my ass. He holds my legs by the back of my knees and fucks my ass, the two of us face to face, me still blindfolded, hands still tied. My body shakes under the weight. Honey reaches up and unties my right hand. My ass aches...ALL of it. My clit is fully engorged and screaming for relief. My hand goes straight to my clit while Honey continues to plunder my asshole. It doesn't take long before Honey and I are both heaving with oncoming orgasms. Honey starts to come first. His climax and the feel of his cum inside my ass, his pelvis pressing against my burning and beaten ass sets off my own explosive orgasm. We collapse in semi-bound heap, Honey on top of me, both of us trying to regain our breath. Honey removes my blindfold and unbounds the rest of my ties. We lay together and slowly drift off, still holding one another.

In My Spare Time....

As I announced previously, I am temporarily out of service due to surgery. This unfortunate bit of news does not stop me from getting very VERY horny. My clit is crying out to have attention paid to it. As I surfed the internet for good porn clips and spanking videos, hott spanking blogs that included hott sex, I found myself all but crazy to get fucked. I also found myself very very disappointed that one of my FAVORITE sites, Lupus, has been plagued with a Trojan virus. How terribly unfair life is. I want to be spanked most when my husband isn't home. I want to make love most when I can't. Just thinking about Honey's hard cock makes all my private areas warm and twitchy, craving attention in so many ways, and Honey won't hardly touch me right now out of fear of hurting the area fixed by surgery. He may be right but sense and sanity go by the wayside when hormones take over.

As I have also mentioned in the past, I like really hard, really rough sex. Maybe this has something to do with my spanking kink. I like to be taken. I like to be taken in the ass most of all. If you want to know the truth, I like to start with having my face fucked deep and hard. Then I like to move on other parts of the body. This is the flexible part of my lustful desires. I don't care what Honey does to me after face-fucking as long as it involves some kind of penetration in some part of my body or clitoral stimulation. This is a good time for Honey to play out his fantasies. Once in the mood, spanking my ass followed by a little tongue or digital penetration and manipulation and then back to spanking will shoot me into a fevered pitch in no time at all. I soon become just a ball of paralyzed frenitic lust. All orifices are available, willing and ready for Honey to penetrate.

I crave having his cock buried deeply in my hot, throbbing ass, pumping in and out, taking my breath away. I crave the orgasm that starts in clit but runs through me from head to toe and back again.

Not yet....but soon...

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.

How do you know?

Does anybody else notice those strange little twinges when your bottom needs attention? With mine, there is an odd stingy feely that starts happening...like its already had attention but it hasn't so it needs it. The real bitch of this is that it usually happens the strongest when Honey isn't home or when he is in bed and I'm not. I'm one of those females that is up for sex more often than not but spanking...well, if you want to know the truth, I'm up for it way more often than I can force myself to admit. Its a lot like when we first started buttfucking (that as crude a word as I can come up with that so wholeheartedly describes the decadent feeling I get from it). I could almost never tell Honey that was what I wanted and a lot of times I didn't even REALIZE that was what I wanted (and just as often needed) until he kind of pressed the issue...or just went ahead and did it whether I wanted him to or not. As it turned out, I always wanted him to, I just didn't always know it until we were in the throes of it and I would be panting and sweating and all these strange sexual animal noises would be floating around the room and I would realize they were ME...and I was loving every second of it. And then the nuclear explosion would happen behind my eyelids from the earth-shattering orgasm I was having! I see our spanking adventures going this way as we speak. I want it was more often than I can admit. I always like it when we do, and although I don't admit it often, I like when he starts out hard. I hate it and I love it. I hate it because it hurts like a sonofabitch. I love it because it leaves me wanting more.

I love when my ass has been attacked so hard that I can feel it for days when I sit down. I love when I can look in the mirror and see something like <--------....that was 4 days later, just before it started going away. I could still feel it that day too. I keep wanting Honey to grab hold of my waist and lay 3 or 4 or 5 really hard whacks across it with some kind of wooden implement (preferrably not Bruiser. I still think that one is dangerous.) Toy says I wouldn't like the thinner lexan cane and she is probably right (she has been about everything else so far) but I think eventually Honey is going to have to have one because I am going to have to have one. Idon't care fothe heavy one at all but its the heavy thud I don't like. I think there is at least hte possibility that I might like the lighter weight one better. I am gaining a greater appreciation for rattan everytime we try it.

Did anybody happen to see any of the recent Girls Boarding School beltings? I am a strap fan. Why? Because after wood, rattan, or Lexan, leather is a gentle massgae...and when applied correctly, it leaves its own pretty little marks. I like for my ass to get really really hot before Honey sticks his cock inside me. Oh man, do I like that. I haven't shared this with him yet (although he'll know it once he reads this) but his idea of hot and my idea of hot are way different. He is getting pretty seriously turned on at about half the temperature I am looking for. I want to feel serious searing. I want to know what my ass looks like even before I go look at it. I like it all toasted up and then fucked. Its just my kinky idea of a good time.

This is an odd show. It is "The Vagina Monologue." THE "Vagina Monologue." A Vagina Monologue. This woman is talking about hair. Well SHE is talking about hair. You have to love hair to love a vagina. Is this true? I am kind of ambivalent about it. I don't like men's scrotum's shaved. I like the hair on a man...even if being hairless does make a penis look bigger. I assure you, no matter what the aesthetics, it isn't going any deeper or any wider. I like the hair on my man. I like it on his chest. I like it around his penis. I like it ON him. I like the way it feels when it rubs. I like it best when it rubs against my very warm, very red bottom. As for my own hair...

I shave. I shave because Honey likes for me to shave. I shave because I have shaved so long now that if I don't shave, I itch. I like the way Honey's hair feels when I am freshly shaved. I like the way Honey's tongue feels when I am freshly shaved.

This is the like the extended version of The Vagina Monologues. I am most disappointed because they did the Vagina Monologues in my hometown and I so very much wanted to audition. I feel sure I would have gotten a part. Let me move on into two more subjects here in reference to the Vagina Monologues before I move back to spanking.

Eve Ensler is the name of the lady doing this show. I am amazed and I'm wondering why nobody ever had the balls (or should that be ovaries) to do this show before? She has just mentioned, and I do mean MENTIONED that in her dealings with many many many women she only met one woman who not been molested...at LEAST molested as a young girl or a young woman. I realize this is not a political forum. It is not meant to be a political forum and I have completely veered from sexy story today to moving into a very political forum but because I know there are at least as women reading my stories as there are men looking at my very bruised ass (by bruised by choice ass) I think I can say this. Eve talks about rape. Rape is a horrible thing and I will talk about that in a moment but for just this moment, just this second, I want to talk about molestion.

I have met two women in my lifetime that claim that were not molested as children. One I am sure is lying. I believe she was not only molested but that she was raped by more than one of her brothers. She keeps everything close to the heart, she is in her late 40's, has only had sex a couple of times, does not masturbate (because she says it just makes not having the real thing worse) but she's too uptight to get the real thing....very often. She is in her late 40's, heterosexual and can count the times she has made love on one hand. I think its very sad. She has a heart (and a vagina) that is desperate to give, but has become so enbittered by life and her own insecurities that I don't think she will either have the things she needs most...and I have spent years trying to figure out how to help her open up without realizing that is what is happening to her. I have not succeeded. The other lady that claimed to not have ever been molested...maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. I suspect she was also but I don't know it. It was very strange for me when I started asking woman this question. I don't even know I started asking.. I think it was because of my line of work. I think it was because we had a serial rapist in town at that time. I think its because I am exposed to the stories so often that one would think you would become almost immune to it...but you never do when it involves children. Girls get molested. If you have a daughter, she will probably be molested and no matter how hard you try to keep it from happening, it will probably happen anyway...and if she is lucky, it will only happen once and it will not completely scar her soul forever. It will scar. It will become part of who she is when she grows up. I was molested when I was a little girl. I never told anyone. Eventually, I ventured so far as to admit that I was molested but I never told anyone when, where, how or who...ever. Now here is the really strange part. No one ever asked. How many other women out there are sitting back right now thinking about the having been molested, about the fact that they didn't tell anyone, and that when they did, nobody asked for the details (unless it was a therapist you told.) Is this a bad thing? Probably. I'm not a psychologist or psychiatrist. I am just a woman. Once was commited by someone who should havae known better...by someone who knew that what he was doing was wrong...as did the other men that were in the room. Another time was by inflicted upon me by children. They didn't know better. It had been inflicted upon them and they did not know they were doing anything wrong...or maybe they did since I was taken into a closet but I don't believe any of the children involved were old enough to understand the significance of what was going on.

Then there were the teenage years. I was not raped. Well, I was not raped in the traditional sense. I was never forced to have sex with a male although it came very close. I ran with a rougher crowd for a few years and you would think that I would have learned, and eventually I guess I did because I quit running with that group, but I had "things" shoved inside me more than once, not by choice. I was "rescued" several times. I was very lucky. Some of the other girls that ran in the same crowd were not so lucky. They were raped, some violently and brutally...and I know that as of several years after it happened, the only ones that knew were the very tight crowd that all hung together. I don't even know if the girls considered it rape at the time. I think they mostly considered it stupidity on their part. As an adult now, I can look back and see the post-traumatic responses that they were exhibiting. Even as a young and experienced adult female, I found myself in situations that could easily have been prosecuted as rape, but I prefer to think of as bad judgment. Perhaps that is why after my horrible first marriage to a man that I thought I was so in love with who showed his love for me by beating me up steadily worse over the course of the time we were together...because I just wouldn't understand how much he loved me...that I wasn't so thrilled about the idea of dating again. I didn't really want to get back into that "pool" and swim again. It took my relationship and subsequent marriage to Honey to help me not only understand myself (in ways that he doesn't know he helped me) but realize how incredibly lucky I am that I found one of those patient, loving, gentle (when I want him to be) REAL men in the world that you hear about, that they write fairytales about, that fifteen years ago I would have sworn didn't exist except in my brother and gay men, and not even all gay men. I found the needle in the haystack. Or maybe he found me. I was such the damsel in distress and Honey has always been a knight in shining armor. He knew I was in distress but I think, maybe even now, he doesn't know how desperately in distress I was. So back to our daughters, our sisters, even our mothers, look around you, think about your own life, how many women do you know that have not been molested, not been raped, not been abused? Its hard to be a woman in this world. We are the weaker sex. But are we? Physically, obviously we are. Is there anything that makes you feel more helpless than having a man pick you up against your will and carry you off...to anywhere? Even when they are only being playful with you, it is the moment you realize, as a woman, how vulnerable you really are.

I mentioned my line of work. I said I deal with maladies that befall women more often than I should like....obviouly I am not going to say what my line of business is but having said that much, in contrast to the amount of women that I KNOW have been molested and/or raped in their lifetimes, I can tell you beyond any shadow or doubt that the real ones are seldom, VERY seldom reported. This makes my heart hurt. How are women to truly understand themselves and our world if we never talk about what happens to us? Did you ever report to your parents, your teachers, the police, a counselor, even a friend what happened to you? I know I didn't. Oh, there are a couple of things that I encountered that I talk about...technically rape but in my head stupidity. There are reasons that I would never report these particular instances...one, I felt as responsible for what happened as they were. I wasn't violently forced to have sex. I felt like I had led these men on unintentionally. I was terribly naive. They did not take no for an answer, which I realize makes it TECHNICALLY rape. One, I was so drunk that I vaguely remember saying no before I passed out, but when I woke up I was naked and obviously there had a penis that had ejaculated inside me. That was weird. It is also considered rape in this day and age. My moral and ethical question to myself was and would still be "Could you ruin the rest of a man's life for doing something that he never realized you didn't approve of?" In these cases, the answer was no. There was once or twice that was borderline but I was lucky enough that it never crossed over. As I said, there were those that I knew that there was NO question that the males involved KNEW they were forcing hte female, the female fought, she was absolutely raped. Date rape...tough call...but if you ask me, when a man holds you down to "make love" to you, you have the right to file charges. Do these cases get reported? No. Not often anyway. The ones that get reported are the ones...let me give an example here. A young soldier, fresh out of basic training, 18 years old goes to one of his first parties on one of his very first leaves after basic. It is being thrown by some girls. A pretty young girl makes friendly with this young soldier. They talk and get drunk together. During the course of the conversation, the subject of age comes up. They find out they are both 18 years old. Hey! They have something in common. As they get drunker, they get friendlier. They begin to kiss. The kissing becomes more intimate. The young soldier gets brave and begins to fondle the girl. He starts with her breasts, first over her clothes, then under. As the petting gets more intimate, his hand moves down. He undones her pants. She does not resist. He sticks his hand down her pants. She does not resist. He "fingers" her. For anyone who might not understand, he penetrates her vagina with a finger or two. Since they have been drinking, this is as far as they get before she has to go pee. She goes to the bathroom and there is a small amount of blood. She freaks out. She finds her sister. She tells her sister what has occurred, but the story begins to change. The sister becomes angry and calls the police. When the police get there, the story now goes something along the line of this: Big sister tells the police that she is having a party for some new basic trainees. Most are not old enough to drink but they are drinking anyway. One of these young men got drunk and forced himself on her 15 year old sister. Big sister signs a complaint of rape by instrumentation. The police go looking for the young man, who is still in at the party, still having a good time and has no idea he is in trouble until he is approached by the officers who tell him they are placing him under arrest and advise him of what he is being charged with. The boy is away from his family. The military is not much help to him at this point because it is a criminal charge that occurred off post. He shouldn't have been drinking. This 18 year old boy, who had no idea that he had been being friendly with a 15 year old, not 18 year old girl, ended up pleaded guilty to a single charge of rape by instrumentation (his finger) and will forever more be labeled as a registered sex offender. This is the kind of rape that gets reported. Wives that get caught or afraid they are going to get caught cheating on their husbands. These get reported as rapes. Prostitutes that can't get their money from their customers report this as rape. I'm not talking about prostitutes that have truly been raped. This does happen. If you think the average "real" rape is violent and brutal on an average women, you should see what happens to prostitutes when they really get raped. Its enough to make even the biggest asshole rescind his opinion that prostitutes can't be raped. I assure you, they can.

Now that I have this oh-my-God rant, let me see if I can't bring this back to our spanking topic. Believe it or not, I think I can. Most of us spankos like to be forced to some extent. We like to be hurt to some extent. Im sure there is some psychological answer for it that has something to do with the fact that most women are molested, raped, or otherwise abused as children and/or young women. I'm sure it plays into our psyche and creates our kinky needs and desires. As long as you have found a way to deal with the traumas that befall us as women, who really cares what or why we like it, we do. I don't think that any amount of psychoanalysis is going to change those desires. We may understand them better but I just don't see them going away. My Honey doesn't know EXACTLY what I want out of this spanking thing but neither do I. Its a journey. We didn't know exactly what we wanted out of our sex life either. I never thought I would like to have a man grab hold of my head and fuck my face as hard and deep as he could. I don't think I would like it with anyone but my Honey. But I LOVE it with him. It makes me wet. The only thing I don't like about it is that I have to make a choice between trying to get him to stop to fuck me because it makes me so horny or following my other overwhelming desire which is to have him shove his cock ALL the way down my throat and empty his cum into my mouth and then masturbate. It usually ends up in the latter because I just can't stop until he cums. My excitement rises with his and I WANT him to come in my mouth (the only man who has been allowed to do that as well...he is just altogether special.) I never thought I would like to be fucked really hard, I never thought I would like to have a cock shoved up my ass and pounded so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I DAMN sure never thought I would like cock shoved up my ass without lubrication...but guess what? I do. My very anal sex experience was a bad one. No lubrication, no warning, no warm-up...not nearly enough experience on HIS part. I thought I was going to die, I thought I was going to be split open and I managed to cause they exit of his penis from my ass against his wishes...I took it seriously and seriously in a bad way. I think I had superfemalehuman strength at that moment. Now, some 25 years later, I like it. Do you think there is a correlation? I'm betting there is. This is what I think the future of our spanking adventures has in store, just from passed sexual experience. Honey and I will get to know each others desires and limitations better and better. He is still afraid of hurting me by accident. So am I, for that matter. He still doesn't know my limitations because I don't know my limitations. I know my fantasies are severe. My fantasies are severe enough to scare me. I came across Nikki Flynn. How fortuitous that was for me. She said it best I think. I don't like the pain. I hate it. I don't like being punished (or in my case, spanked because we don't punish). I like the AFTER EFFECTS. I like thinking about it afterward. I like the reminders when I sit down. I like looking in the mirror. I can masturbate to one of our (or watching someone elses) really severe spanking for months upon months, relieving it if it my own experience, putting myself in someone else's place if it is a severe movie I am watching. I look forward to the day that all the kids are out of the house all the time because right now it feels like pressure to play when the kids are out and that takes the fun out of it. I look forward to the day when Honey and I are alone in the house, we are both in the mood and I am free to have him whack on my ass the way he wants to, the way I want him to in my fantasies and I can make the noise that will be required for him to continue. If you can't voice the pain you are in, you can't be free to really enjoy the experience fully. There are forced boundaries right now because of the kids in the house that will not exist when they are gone. I don't want to be in so much pain that I cry out in pain, that I scream with swats, lashes or whacks...but I crave it. I anticipate it with both fear and lust. Someday...

This last picutre. It is a picture with the toys used to create the markings. Good idea or too much body involved? Its hard to get a decent shot without showing things (like faces) that are complete giveways.

Isn't it Amazing...

This being day one, the day we played, spurred on by Bobbie's Dropseat Pants, Honey and I managed some pretty shades of red and ....what you call those other colors? Shades of blue? Purple? Obviously, we had LOTS of fun. I was pretty impressed when it was all over that night and I liked the overall feeling. Isn't it just amazing how the colors change in 24 hours or less! These next pictures are just the next day...Mere hours, if you think about it, since playtime! I like watching the changing colors. Does that make me a freak? OH wait, I think liking the cause qualifies me to begin with, doesn't it.



Things have been hectic around the homefront so I haven't been able to write much and it will quite likely stay this way for awhile. Unfortunately, it will be hit and miss (no pun intended...okay...maybe a tiny pun intended) when I can. I am awaiting imminent surgery and this is one of those scary ones. Everything should be fine and I should come out good as new in no time, but its still scary...and now Honey is afraid to touch me. Good thing we had playtime BEFORE we had the doctor's appointment.

Did I happen to mention that all these wonderful colors appeared by cane? I don't so much mind the rattan...okay, it depends on my mood but overall, really, since we got the Lexan, I don't mind the rattan much at all. Most of these love marks were done with rattan but Honey did sneak the Lexan in a few times...and let me tell you, there was NO doubt when he switched (again, no pun intended...okay, maybe a little pun intended). I was lucky. He didn't use the Lexan very much because he gave the rattan a serious workout...or was it my ass that got the workout? Both, I guess, would be more accurate. I liked it. He liked it. I'm going to have to find that Lexan (now he is hiding it from me) and REALLY hide it!

Hope you enjoy the pictures.

...Until next time (oh yeah, I do have more pictures to share...we took pictures into the 3rd or 4th day...very impressive...you can actually start SEEING the cane marks just before the bruising went away). So, more later.

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.

Where does the Time Go?

How well do I remember this day? Not anywhere near well enough. I am feeling needy. I was looking at the dates on our last picture taking. We have had some playtime since the last pictures (March 18, if you are interested). We have had sex since then. We have had some really good sex and some decent playtime since then...but not enough...and quite frankly, too little playtime and too little sex makes this little Plaything very very cranky. Oh, its nobody fault. We are getting older. Another kid moved home (was actually encouraged to do so, in case you were wondering). I have two jobs and a hobby that takes up an enormous amount time...and I have a boss that quite literally gives me nightmares. It isn't that he is so scary. Its that he makes me so angry. He is so unknowledgeable...and he so wants to fire me...and I'm not at all sure why but the general consensus of those that know the situation is that I threaten him...I'm not sure how. Challenge his masculinity? He would have to have some before I could threaten it. Point out that he doesn't know his job and that our training dollars are going to him in an attempt to make him at least half as knowledgeable as the rest of us? That might be part of the problem. That I have pointed out to him that I have twice as much experience and a whole degree more than he has therefore he will probably NEVER know as much I do? That could definitely be a part of the problem. The fact is, though, that he got the job, he is my boss and I have to do what he says...another point that I have brought up. The fact that he is harassing me because he can't take the heat (his errors and then his errors being pointed out to him) makes my job way more stressful than I can even begin to describe. He has no sense of humor about himself as he pointed out in one of the many letters of disciplinary action he has given me...because I made fun of him...I would have way more pride than to EVER acknowledge to a subordinate that they had gotten to me by making fun of me, but in addition to having no integrity, it seems he has no pride either. C'est le vie. I'm waiting for the rope that he is wrapping around his neck to strangle him while I watch from the sideline. And of course, this is a HUGE part of why I want to have my ass beaten from time to time. I'm not sure how all that works psychologically. I don't really even care most of the time. All I know is that after I give in, give myself over to it, let Honey blister my ass really well, fuck me like there is no tomorrow, especially if ass-fucking is in the equation, when its all over, all my bones crack and I just feel 100 percent more relaxed. Why does it work? Don't know. Don't care. But I'm in need. I'm in need of a good working over...in every way.

This is our newest and currently one of my favorite toys. Its lighter than Bruiser, MUCH lighter and it doesn't feel like its going to break anything no matter how hard Honey decides to smack with it. It makes as good warm up as it does a serious instrument. It stings and if you used with a serious wallop, it leaves all the nice feelings and bruises that a really good play time should leave behind...no pun intended. I like it best as a serious implement, I think, but I go back and forth...depends on the day and the needy factor. Today, I think I would find it quite satisfactory. Honey is pretty fond of it too although we haven't really discussed what it is he likes so much about it.

This, of course, is my absolute favorite. Its leaves wonderful marks to remember the playtime by (which I LOVE) and its way lighter than it looks. It stings, sometimes it hurts lots, but I am particularly fond of a few really hard whacks to start with from this little friend. Oh, sure, I complain. I whine, I pout but it has the oddest effect of making me want more...and harder....and more...and harder...:)
This really is Bruiser, although if I were to name it, I guess it would be Bruiser Light. It leaves bruises almost every time it is used on my bare bum and the marks are always different. I like the bruises. I have to be a bit cautious at the moment because my bum has the potential of being exposed in a semi-public arena...no, I'm not stripping but I would hate to have others see them and then have to try explain it. My brain works quick but not THAT quick.

This is my absolute favorite...anytime. Its a plastic hairbrush and especially after we have been playing for a while and my bottom has already been heated up, Honey can really take some agression out on me, on my ass, pretty much as long and as hard as he wants with this little gem. I love it. The only drawback is that it is really really really loud. I'm pretty sure everybody in the neighborhood,much less inside the house, can hear it when we use it. It has a little sting to it and it warms the bottom up nicely...really nicely. My ohsowhite ass turns bright red and looks like it has been a paddle war but it doesn't feel that way. I like the warmth. I have to say, if my bottom doesn't get just roasty enough, the sex isn't quite as good. I love feeling Honey's pelvis rubbing and bouncing against my hot and stingy bottom. Sigh...I'm getting wet thinking about it. And no fun in sight yet.

Ah yes...this is a perfect example of what a toasty needy bottom should look like. I'm sure there was awesome sex, awesome blowjobs, awesome cunninglus, awesome anal sex after this playtime. No doubt in my mind. And no doubt in my mind that it is EXACTLY what I need now. RIGHT NOW, in fact. Making love is a wonderful thing but sometimes a girl needs to be shown the love in a little different way. Give me passion anyday....hot, stingy, sweaty, wild, painful, hard, sexy, breathtaking sex...especially when I am feeling needy. Leave the quiet sweet adoring lovemaking for when I want to be cuddled, when I just need to feel the closeness. they are both good, no doubt about it, but I like the cardiosex more often than not.

Interviewed on Journey to the Darkside...and then some

There are so many thing that I forget to say....over and over again...Like....oh...I GOT INTERVIEWED BY PADME! How could I forget such an important event, you might ask yourself? That is a very very good question. Uh...I have no excuse...actually, I have LOTS of excuses but mostly its just been about trying to find time to BLOG at all. So if you want to know a little more about me, go to Journey to the Darkside and Padme's interviews. I love those two. I am a huge Star Wars fan so I found myself attracted to this site early on. Its certainly a unique twist to the Anakin and Padme story. Its a very busy site with LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of fun things to interest pretty much anybody in the spanko world, the BDSM world, D/s, D/D...they stay busy. I have yet to get through the whole site but its fun spending a nite on their site.

I kind of want to surprise Honey with a hotel room tonight (fun fun fun) but we are such COMPLETE homebodies and LOVE being at home, I'm not sure what to do. If we stay home, chances are the single kid still at home will decide to stay home too...he always does on our nights off together. I think its a conspiracy on his part. If we go to a room, we will have fun for sure, but its money we could use elsewhere and we would miss being at home...with all of our DVD's and crafts and....stuff. I think I'll wait til later til make that decision. Neverless the less, Honey and I have several toys that need to be used often and a few that just need to be used, period. Brand new. Waiting to be tried out...and my ass is completely bruise-free...always a shame.

There has been much talk recently about Lexan canes on the various blogs I read. I have yet to hear from a "bottom" that actually LIKES the Lexan cane. They are extremely flexible and they thud...way way way different than rattan. In fact, Lexan canes will make one feel like rattan is just a toy. If you are really curious about the Lexan toys, start with a Lexan paddle. They have a completely unique feel. I know it might be a little different for me because I am a paddle fan but there is no real way to describe the feel of Lexan. Where the paddle is concerned, it hurts like hell and its easy to bear. No sense, right? Consider a smooth straight alcoholic beverage..like tequila. When you take a shot of 1800 Gold, its smooth, goes down easy but packs a punch that will knock you on your ass in time flat...that is much the same as a Lexan paddle. I am anxious to get a new one...one with holes, in fact. As for the Lexan cane, we got the thicker cane and maybe this is the reason I hate it so much. We may yet buy the thinner one and see if it is more tolerable. Honey prefers that to my hiding it everytime he gets that gleam in his eye...but we'll see.

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!