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.

Sensory Overload

Honey and I went to our very first ever Spanking Party. Wow. Thats all I have to say about that...

Okay, not really.

We didn't get to stay as long as we had originally planned and we did get our own little bit of spanking done...the very first time that I have been completely comfortable with the sound of a paddle (or anything else) hitting my ass outside the home. Why? Because there were several floors of the same sounds going on.

I have to admit, it was mine and Honey's first experience and it was a bit much for us, but not bad overall, really, especially if you happen to be single. We met some very nice spanko friends, found out that spanko's really do happen in ALL walks of life, found that the average spanko really does look a lot like us...normal...in most ways and in most cases, and that maybe we can enjoy our playtime pretty much guilt-free. For the singles, I think it must have been a dream come true and definitely a GREAT opportunity to meet up with others with the same needs and desires. The public spankings were a bit too much for me personally. Not that there was anything wrong with them, and they didn't include sexual or erotic content or intent at all...which I have to admit, was pretty amazing to see...but there were some whose asses I saw more than faces, and spanking during dinner was just a bit much for me. We would find ourselves dining in perfect harmony and suddenly the thrashing sounds of someone being spanking would assail the ears...so of course we had to figure out where it was coming from...I have to hand it to those folks who can put all their inhibitions aside like that. I envy them. I figure one of the reasons I really LIKE being spanked is because of inhibitions. And, quite frankly, I am a huge voyeur...and occasional exhibitionist but I could have had public sex a lot easier than I could have bared my ass for a strange man...or as it turns out...woman to spank...especially the way I like (or is it want...) to be spanked.

Honey, however, was pretty popular. He got lots of asses offered up to him. We have a picture of the one ass other than mine that he did actually spank. I am pretty jealous but he had my consent to play with two other women we met but he only had time for one. Turns out I'm not such a wimp after all. And this girl bruises so easily I was jealous! She had been handspanked the night before, easily from what she said (and I believe her) and she had bruises! I don't think a hardcore handspanking would bruise my butt and I assure it wouldn't appease my spanko sensitivities. We dont have any super great pictures to share because they don't allow pictures to be randomly taken...for obvious reason, but hopefully later this week I will put a SO hoping we have the time to PLAY this weekend...I find my ass is craving a really good whacking this week...that should make Honey happy too. Physical problems on both of our parts has kept us away from playing very much lately. We may be sorry by the end of the week but I have high hopes for this Saturday through next Sunday...

And by the way, if anyone knows where to find a good lexan paddle with holes that doesn't cost a small fortune, I would be interested in looking. I know where to find one, and I'll probably end up getting it there but its not cheap...I don't mind paying the extra money for the quality that I know I will get out of it, but I'm always looking for a better deal.

And should she happen to read this, thanks to the lady from the vendor fair that told me how to make a rubber whip...I've been tossing the idea around in my head ever since...I think I have to try it.

And also, to Sybil...we very much enjoyed your company. I hope we stay in touch.

Okay, so...Bottom's up for now...hopefully I'll be back soon!

Spanking Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a couple of posts that I need to make...or have been meaning to make but life has been crazy lately. Most of it good but not all and all of it keeping me very preoccupied. I have been visiting a few new blogs...I'm always in the mood to find a new sexy blog. Honey has been on the mend and we have been oh so careful with his back (except once) so we could enjoy our very first spanking party/convention. It didn't work out that we can stay for the whole thing like we had hoped but we will manage at least half of it and that is way better than none at all. I'm so excited that we can FINALLY be somewhere that if Honey ends up getting me into that subspace territory, which I know he will because its where I want to be, that he can hit hard enough to make me make noise (which generally speaking, real noise requires a pretty hard swat) and not have to worry about the police being called, which is so much a bigger issue than I could possibly relate. No worry about kids hearing the paddle smacking against my ass over and over and those tell-tale noises, even quietly, that are such a giveaway. Just Honey, me and a bunch of spanko's all doing the same basic things for at least 24 hours!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I told Honey that if I don't come home bruised and uncomfortable, then he should be ashamed, this is the perfect time, the perfect place and the perfect opportunity. I'm so excited I have butterflies in my tummy. We are taking ALL of our implements with us and I think I should be able to come back with WEEKS worth of good stories to share...I'm so excited I can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of stories...

I am one of those women that doesn't just like sex, doesn't just crave sex, but apparently has some innate joy of sex. I LIKE to be awakened with a penis or a tongue invading parts of my body. The runny part is that I don't always remember it until sometime triggers it. That happened this week.

I fell asleep WAY before Honey did. When he got ready to go to bed, he gathered me up and took me to bed with him. I don't remember this part at all. What I do remember, and it has taken days to get all the details to come back, is that :
#1) There was oral sex involved. I THINK I first received but I do recall Honey climbing on top of my chest and seeing his wonderful penis headed toward my mouth...and my mouth, asleep or not, was more than happy to accomodate. I remember him fucking my mouth quite deeply and enjoying it very much. I remember the feel of the tip of his penis deep inside my throat and wanting more....wanting to feel it deeper in my throat and feeling those little tingles in my feminine parts. I felt my nipples tighten up. The feeling of his beautiful cock fucking in and out of my mouth always turns me on, but in that sleepy, dreamy state, its absolutely phenomenal.
#2) I remember Honey licking my most feminine parts and my ass and not knowing which I wanted him to fuck more. I don't think I even cared as long as cock found its way inside me somewhere.
#3) I remember orgasms...his and mine. It was sleepy. It was dreamy. It was wonderful. And when it was over, we both went to sleep (back to sleep for me) and I awoke the next morning with a smile, feeling relaxed, feeling like this was going to be the best day ever...and it most certainly was.

Honey has always appreciated the fact that I react to his advances both awake and asleep. He says it lets him know that I'm not just pretending to enjoy it (we were both married before, remember, and neither of our spouses were anywhere near as sexual as we are) I really do enjoy it. It was naughty and evil and totally lovely getting glimpses and remembrances all the next day. I do so love when Honey makes me love to me when I'm only half awake.