Thought for the day

The feel of his cock. I lay there, waiting for him to do something. Anything. My breathing is shallow. His hands have been roaming all over my tits, my waist, my asscheeks. I want his cock inside me. I don't care where. Anywhere. Everywhere. I feel the warmth, the heat generating from his cock. He squeezes my tits. I get goosebumps. His fingers brush my clit. I groan. The need builds. My hand goes between my legs. His hands grab my ass again and pull my asscheeks apart. I want to tell him to fuck him. I want to tell him to shove his cock up my ass NOW. I want to plead with him, but I can't. The words won't come out. I feel his cock head against my asshole. The tight little hole spasms with a life of its own. I want it. He presses until he feels the taut hole start to give, start to open up. I moan. It hurts but it feels so good. I rub my clit faster. He eases the pressure off. I wiggle my ass at him, a wordless seduction telling him to come back. I feel the head of his cock again pressing against my asshole. I wait, breathlessly, to see what he will do. I try to open myself up to him more. Just the feel of his cock against that wanton part of my body increases my arousal. I want him to take me. I want him to hurt me. I want him to possess me in the way that only assfucking can do. I want him to grab my hips and plunge himself to the hilt inside of me. I want him to forcefully take me, whether I fight him or beg him or plead with him to stop, I want him to fuck me. I want him to fuck me like the little slut I am for him. I want him to fuck my ass hard. I want his cock pounding my asshole in ways that cause me to make noises that I don't realize are eminating from me right away. I want to be impaled on his cock, feeling his cock deeper inside me than it has ever gone before.

But he doesn't do that. He doesn't impale me. He doesn't take me. He doesn't plunge his cock into me. I feel him stroking his cock. The head of his cock is still pressing against my asshole, but he is jacking off. I can tell by the response from my body, by his animal sounds and by the speed of his strokes that he is near to orgasm. It turns me on even more. He has me placed so that I can not touch him. He is behind me. I can not see him. I can only feel him, his cock, the rocking of the bed. I can hear him. I can hear his labored breathing as his orgasm nears. I want him to stop before he comes. I want him to thrust his hard, swollen cock into me. I want to feel his cum inside me. I want our bodies to become one. He pushes his cock into my asshole just the tiniest bit as he gets closer. It stretches my unlubricated ass. He continues to stroke. I try to push back against him, to take him in deeper but I can't. I feel my own orgasm nearing. As his pace increases, so does mine. I want him to fuck me but I've passed the "fuck me" frame of mind. Now I just need the orgasm. I can tell he is in the same place. The moaning and groaning from both of us continues to get louder and louder, more and more pressing. His cock, still having barely entered my ass swells. He reaches the peak and I can feel his come spurting into me. My orgasm is right behind his. My asshole squeezes his cumming cock head, pulsating with my own orgasm, in rhythm to the jets of cum being shot into my ass. I am left breathless. So is he. Slowly, he withdraws his cockhead from my assring. The moment is over for now. My anal cravings are satisfied for now. Barely, but an orgasm brought on by a cock anywhere takes the edge off. If I'm lucky, that won't be the last of it. If I'm really lucky, when I wake up in the morning my body will have that "I've just spent the night fucking hard" feeling all over my body.

My idea of the perfect "spent the night fucking hard" feeling? I wake up relaxed, peaceful. As I start out of bed, I realize the muscles in my legs and arms are sore, like I have been lifting weights. As I move into a sitting position, I am caught off guard by the pain in my ass...and my pussy. Everything hurts, everything is sore. My pussy is sore and it kind of burns when I pee. My asshole is hypersensitive and it causes me a fair amount of anxiety everytime I go to the bathroom. My asscheeks ache when I sit. I look in the mirror and find bruises already set in. I dont have to see the bruises though. I can feel them with every move I make. I try to walk but the soreness in my legs and pussy make me have to concentrate in order to not walk like I just spent the night being fucked hard. When nobody is watching, I don't bother with the pretext. I walk bowlegged with the occasional groan of pain. I sit on pillows. I get up only when I have to. I love that feeling. I love that "been rode good and hard" feeling the next day. And all day, everyday until the pain eases up, I can be found with a mischievious little grin on my face at all times.

What do you think?

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

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

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

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

Here is my perfect sex night.

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

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

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

Do you or have you ever fantasized...?

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





Lets start from the bottom and work our way up.



THE STREETWALKER



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

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

The Escort

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

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

Has It Really Been Almost Two Months??????

How remiss have I been with my blog? Oh my God...I couldn't believe when I looked at the date and noticed how long it had been!!!! Well, to say that things are going well would, I guess, be quite the understatement.

I can't remember if I mentioned it or not (I'm sure I did but just in case, I'll say it again). I quit my job of 17 years on October 1st. It was a tough decision but it was a good one I think. I haven't decided exactly what I am going to do and I think I am starting to get passed the identity crisis it has caused for me. I have many options, many plans and will be anything but idle in the next couple of years but it has felt a lot like being 17 and graduating high school all over again. I think they call this a mid-life crisis. The job thing...I loved my job so it made it very difficult and I know that by quitting, the asshole that I was forced to work under thinks he got the upperhand on me. Little does he know we have not visited our last meetings as of yet and when we do, he will most likely discover that he isn't very clever at all. I don't know how he has gone all these years without realizing that. It seems he has been told that everywhere he has gone but some people are thick headed. Anyway, between the health issues caused by the job, the heavy stress, the underutilization of my talents and the complete lack of integrity that has befallen the workplace, I chose to leave of my own free will. I can take up and probably achieve more in the field by working as a volunteer at this point and I have way more ambition than to just let some unknowing, untalented, ignorant brute run roughshod over me. I can do better.

Of course, that has nothing to do with what the blog is supposed to be about. Its just an excuse for being neglectful. I have had to reevalute my entire life. I like the direction I am headed for the first time in years! For the last several months I have been able to be a stay at home wife! I have NEVER had that opportunity before. I am a terrible housewife as far as cooking and cleaning but I like the being able to stay at home part. I am here whenever Honey comes by during the day. We don't have to coordinate schedules to spend time together. I discovered ER (way different subject). The only serious problem I have at the moment is that I have gained a LOT of weight this past year. I have justification. In the last year, I have quit smoking (I was a pack a day smoker since I was 13 years old...trust me...I had been smoking a very long time) and I had surgery on a herniated disk in my neck. Needless to say, I have spent a lot of time in the last year on my ass....now I have to find a new diet and workout schedule that I can do since I am limited now on how I exercise. I walk. It isn't enough. I always lost weight in the past with running in place. I don't want to risk hurting myself again so I am not up to running in place yet but I have started stair climbing. Lets see how it works out.

As for the sex life...well...there hasn't been a lot of a sex life. There hasn't been a lot of spanking. There hasn't been a lot of anything other than living because of my health issues and poor Honey is trying to follow suite, I think. I'm afraid to push him too hard and he's afraid to push me so we just haven't been very active because we are afraid of hurting each other...and not in that pleasurable way we all know and love.

Having said that, let me say that there has SOME playtime. Man oh man oh man. You know, I hate being deprived and I hate FEELING deprived even more. But it has one thing going for it that you just can't ignore. When you do get to make love, spank, play games, whatever it is you do...its EXPLOSIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Honey and I engaged in some "raising the sexual tension bar" by playing with some of the toys a couple of times throughout the day. He spanked me briefly (a mere 5 or 10 swats) with first one wooden paddle and then later in the day, the holey paddle. I was ready for some serious playtime. So was Honey. We actually waited until we went to bed that night. We didn't play any spanking games then. Then it was pure carnal pleasure. Honey fucked my mouth. I do so love when he does that. I close my eyes and lay back. I can feel as he nears orgasm. Often, once we get to the mouthfucking stage, I don't want to stop when I feel him getting close to cumming. I often grab him by his hips when he tries to pull away in order to perform other sex acts and force him to come in my mouth. It turns me on so much I just have to have to the whole thing. I won't say I was fucked good and proper. I wasn't. Honey made love to me on this night. It was sweet. It was gentle. It was loving. It was incredible. And we came together.

Not the stories of usual, but then, not a lot has been "as usual" for a while now. But it has all been good.

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.

Uniform Fantasy

Honey knows most of my fantasies. I am going to share one with him now that he is not aware of...and I hope others will enjoy it as well. If anyone actually acts this out, or something similar, or just wants to share a fantasy with me (and one that perhaps Honey and I could act out)I would love to hear about it.


Its the uniform. Any uniform will do it. Women (and men) all over the word know what I am talking about. Its the image of authority. The policeman. The general. The warden. I fantasize still about being spanked every day, sometimes a gentle spanking, sometimes a more frantic spanking. This is the way this fantasy runs:

I start out by preparing my "costume" while you are gone. I know that because of the nature of your job, you have the ability to "drop in" periodically thoughout your workday. I never know when that will be. I never know how often. I shower and find my best subtle hint clothing...(did I mention that I finally got the spanking pantaloons that I wanted? A very nice reader sent me a very nice message about where she got hers. I still had her message up while I was ordering them. They arrived in record time. I was absolutely thrilled. Honey and I have tried them out already and I meant to blog about it but honestly, things have been a little hectic around the house.) I put them on with the hopes that I won't have to verbalize what I want from you. I put my hair in pigtail braids while it is still wet as I know you love to see when I am in a spanking mood. I find a nice chemise to wear over my pantaloons so you can have easy access to my bottom and my womanly parts but I don't have to worry about being embarassed if someone other than Honey drops by. I find just the implements. There are so many to choose from these days...and more on the way....I don't really feel like a "bruise my ass" spanking...I just want to be spanked hard enough to feel it until the next time you can "drop by." I decide to leave different implements around various parts of the house. At the end of the day, I have big plans but this is just foreplay. I leave the dogleg brush and the plastic hairbrush in the living room. I am hoping you will saunter in in your uniform, recognize my clothing and hair for what it is, find the implements and take me into your hands...or should I say over your knee...and introduce my bottom to the first of what I hope will be several spankings throughout the day. I want you, in your uniform, to lay me across one leg while you hold my legs down with the other. I want you to be prepared to take hold of my wrist if I try to shield my bottom from you. I want to be taken by you.

The single thing I don't think I have ever told you, even after all these years of being together, is that I chose you as my lifemate because you are the only man I have ever known who could dominate me...not just in the bedroom, but physically and emotionally, you are stronger than I am...and I find that oh so sexy. This part I have told you. You make me feel secure. You make me feel safe. When you are questioning whether I trust you or not (during our aggressive foreplay or in life in general), rest assured....you have my utter and total trust and faith. If this were not the case, I wouldn't be able to share all my deep, dark secrets with you. I certainly would not have been able to share my fantasies with you. And I would NEVER allow someone I didn't trust to put me over their knee in such a vulnerable position. I trust you with my bottom, I trust you with my body, I trust you with my life.

I leave the two brushes on your little table in the living room and I settle in at my laptop to "get in the mood" by reading blogs and watching videos...waiting for you to come in. I start to lose hope that you are getting the chance to come by at all when I hear your car drive up. I get butterflies. I have a brief, fleeting thought about hiding the brushes but I realize it really wouldn't do any good since all of me and my look at the moment is screaming for a spanking. You open the door and holler "Honey? " I call to you from the living room but with no hint in my voice at what you are going to find. You enter with a big smile on your face that only gets broader and brighter as you take in the site of me...and then the brushes. "Whats this, little girl" you say in a teasing voice. "My brush" I reply to you in the most innocent, childlike voice I can muster. "Is someone having ideas?" you query. "Maybe...." I answer, suddenly losing my nerve. You sit at your usual spot and eye the brushes. "Are you thinking you need BOTH of these to be used?" you ask me. All I can do is look at you wordlessly. Suddenly, I don't know what I want. The butterflies in my stomach increase. "If you don't tell me what you want, it will be my choice," you warn me. "I just wanted..." and I falter. "Yes?" you say to me. "I don't have all day. Get over here. Obviously, you are in need of a little attention." I walk over to you hesitantly. You show me your lap. "Come on...." you tell. "I don't have all day." I look at your lap uncertainly. I take a deep breath and remind myself that I am the one that started this. As I start to lay myself over your leg, I tell you "I was thinking a little spanking off and on today might be nice?" It comes out as a question. Ten minutes before I couldn't wait for you to come home and start the spanking. Now that you are here, I feel fear taking me. You position me over your leg so my waist is on your leg, my top half hanging over so I can reach the floor. You place your free leg over my legs, as I have told you I want you to do. I usually want this when I want a hard spanking but you have chosen to do this all the time so I don't freak at the last minute before a spanking. If I never know if its going to be a hard spanking or a little spanking, I won't fight nearly as much. Its my flight or fight syndrome that works on impulse. I have no control over it. You know that though because you know me so well.

Once you have me situated, you raise my chemise. You move the opening in the pantaloons to either side. It feels like a curtain opening on "Let's Make a Deal." "Mmmmmmmmmm" I feel the rumble rather than hear the sound as you rub your hand across my now bared bottom. I get goosebumps. No matter how big or how small my ass gets, you let me know you enjoy it. "So my Baby thinks she needs a spanking...." you taunt me as your hand rubs back and forth across the surface of my pristine ass. It has been too long since we played spanking games. I can't say anything. My head is in that space between "Beat me hard..." and "What the hell was I thinking?" "Just a little spanking, you said..." you continue to taunt me. I find some semblence of my voice. "Yes," I squeak out. "I don't know," you tease. "Seems to me when a little girl asks for a spanking, she should get exactly what she asks for..." I tense up. Then I feel something cool on my ass. Honey is oh so fond of rubbing the implements on my ass before using them. I think I recognize this one but I'm not positive. The two hairbrushes feel very much alike when they are being rubbed against my skin. "I think I can oblige you," Honey says as I feel his arm preparing to start reigning down blows. I forget to breathe. I hear the first impact before I actually feel it. It makes a loud crashing noise throughout the empty house. Then the sting starts. Its the plastic hairbrush. This is one of my all-time favorites in those times when I want to be spanked but I don't want to be seriously hurt...those times when I want to be spanked hard but I don't want it to leave long lasting bruises. I like bruises...but there are times that my bottom is almost a public display and I would hate to have to explain bruising. I am a serious closet spanko (unless that one couple really found this site, in which case I only think I am closet spanko, but I don't think they would share my secret for obvious reasons....but I digress) and I'm not any hurry to come out of the closet. Honey has chosen the perfect implement. The plastic brush. He proceeds to spank my bottom, first one cheek, then the other, back and forth. He gets to around twenty swats and stops. "Is this what you were wanting, Baby?" Honey asks me. I shake my head yes because I can't respond verbally. My words have all dried up. I can feel the warmth, gently, on the surface of my bottom. I can feel an equal amount of warmth starting between my legs. I haven't figured out exactly what the connection is between the pain in my ass and the wetness of my womanhood (and many many many others that I have read about...enough to make me think it happens to all women), but I get incredibly wet when I'm spanked, even when I'm not enjoying the spanking. Honey inspects the color of my cheeks. They have become a nice, pretty pinkish color. "Do you want more?" Honey asks me. In my mind, there is a war of voices, one saying yes, please, the other saying no thank you. "Silly question....." Honey answers himself. "I can tell by looking at your ass that you need more." The plastic brush has been a nice, slightly stingy sensation. Only the slightest bit painful. More of an irritation. With the first WHACK, I can tell this second round is not going to be so pleasant. As Honey begins to warm up my bottom, he fills my ears with his plans "That was just a little warm up, Baby. So is this." Honey has moved on to the wooden, dogleg brush. What a silly girl I was to bring out that one. The blows are heavier, the wooden paddle is more treacherous. The dogleg brush thuds each time it makes contact with my bottom. The leg that Honey was using to hold my legs down was only for show with the plastic brush. With this brush, my legs try to kick, I try to squirm, but Honey holds me mostly in place until he decides to let me up. He has leveled a solid twenty more swats before he breaks. "Okay...I think that should do you for the moment," Honey tells me as he helps me back to feet. Instinctively, my hands cup my achy behind. I can feel heat coming from the cheeks. There is a dull ache on each side. "Let me see" Honey instructs me now that I am standing. I turn around and lift my chemise so he can make a visual inspection. "Not too bad....for now," Honey says, obviously proud of his work. I am now as amorous as a girl can get but Honey is working, so we cannot engage in our marital benefits. Instead, I collapse between your knees. Your hands go immediately to my breasts and begin a rough massage, just the way I like it, as I unbutton and unzip your pants. I proceed to show you how grateful I am by worshipping your cock. I use it like a lollipop, licking each and every bit I can reach before taking you into my mouth. I bob up and down briefly before you stop me, afraid that I might hurt myself. You take over the motion, which turns me on even more. You slide off your couch to a standing position while I kneel in front of you. You fuck my mouth slowly, gently. Your cock slides easily across my tongue and down my throat. You push your cock against the back of my throat as far as you can. I have to concentrate hard not to gag. You hold your cock in my throat, I swallow, you moan. The pace picks up little by little until I can feel your orgasm drawing near. You are so careful with me, so careful not to hurt me. I really want you to fuck my mouth like you used to but I know we can't do that yet. I hold my mouth open for you to fuck as deep as you want. As you get close to climax, you pull your cock out of my mouth and jack off in front of me. My mouth is open, waiting. When you start to come, I let you come where ever you want to start and then I wrap my lips around you to accept the rest. I continue to lick until your orgasm passes. You drop back onto your couch and I move in between your legs for an afterglow embrace.

"Wait til I get home tonight" you promise me. "Then we are really going to have some fun. Until then, I will drop in when I can. Be ready. If you don't have anything picked out when I get here, its MY choice," you warn me. After your breath slows and your senses return, you get ready to leave again. I have a full day waiting for me...and I can't wait!

Continuation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until he stops....

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

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

CCCCCCCRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

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

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

We are on the final round, I can tell.

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

10 swats with the midrange wood paddle.

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

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

This is as close to heaven as you get.

The Fantasy

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

On to better things.

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

THE FANTASY

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


to be continued later this week.....