Oh What Fun

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Where does the Time Go?

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

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

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

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

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

Surprise!

I have been trying for days to get this story told but life just keeps getting in the way.

My Honey has one of those jobs that leaves him able to stop by the house when he isn't busy. The other day he popped by as a little surprise. I like when he "pops" in. He took care of personal business and when he came back out to the living room where I was, he had a hairbrush paddle with him (this is a thick chunk of wood in the shape of a hairbrush...its a mean little booger), He had me bend over the arm of the couch for a few light but painful smacks across the ass. That was good. I'm all for starting the day off well. After he let me back up, we started necking. One thing led to another, and next thing we knew, his pants were off, I was sitting on the edge of the couch and his cock was thrusting in and out of my mouth. The whole thing was quite the turn on for both of us. When he came, it was with the full abandon that only a surprise encounter can create. Both of us were pretty satisfied with the whole scenario.

And then he went back to work.

A Helping Hand

Lately, it just seems like its one little stressful moment after another. The only time I find myself completely unstressed is when I am watching movies of girls getting the bottoms seriously beaten, battered and bruised...and then that gets on the stressful side because I WANT that but I really can't handle it...most of the time...but it doesn't stop me from fantasizing about it. I don't know about anyone else, but no matter how much I want to be bent over the trunk or thrown over a lap and have my ass beaten black and blue, I have a serious problem asking for it. I get butterflies in my stomach. My heart skips a beat...and no matter how hard I try, the words just won't slip through my lips. Last night, after 2 days of bad weather, constant computer problems (internet, not computer), new school woes, and never-ending job problems, I was watching my newest favorite show and watching tons of spanking movies I have saved to my harddrive. Honey got the hint loud and clear.

When I went to get ready for work, I thought he had missed it completely. I was disappointed but the butterflies started settling in my stomach. About halfway through my getting ready, I saw Honey head for the toy drawer. The butterflies started again. I thought I saw him retrieve something from the drawer and my heartbeat sped up. Mere moments later he was on the otherside of the room and his hands were empty. Once again, I was disappointed but I figured my ass was saved...quite literally. Disappointed but relieved.
Then, as I headed into the last few minutes before leaving for work, Honey popped up with some of his and my favorite spanking toys. I was thrilled. I love before work spankings...especially the ones that leave my ass all hot and stingy...and if I'm real lucky, it will hurt the rest of the night when I sit down. He told me he was going to have to make it quick. And oh yes, he certainly did. He started with the ping pong paddle...just about 20 swats total...10 on each side. It took all I had to stand still...but I enjoyed every single stingy moment of it. Then he brought out the wooden hairbrush paddle. Its thick and heavy. It hurts like nobody's business. I wanted to be hit really really hard with it over and over....but alas, the wimp in me won out. 10 times with that one and I was dancing around the bedroom holding my butt cheeks in my hands. I thought that was the end but Honey had another surprise for me. He had the cane laying in wait. I'm not a cane fan really, but whatever Honey wanted was okay with me. 5 cane strokes later, and I was ready for work. I had to take a quick peak in the mirror and was amazed at how red my ass was, so we had to grab the camera and pop off a couple of pictures before I ran out the door.

Looking at the pictures now, I am unbelieveably horny. It really does make me wet just looking at the pictures. It throws me back into the moment and makes me wish I was there again. I can hope for a repeat performance tonight...maybe a little earlier tonight so we can enjoy some twosome time....Oh that just sounds luscious, doesn't it?

A Spanking Good Time

We have, of recent, been having quite the spanking good time. Everytime I post pictures, they are pictures within the last 24-48 hours. Quite often it is right after a spanking, as you can tell by the glowing red buttocks. These pictures are after last nights proper paddling. It turned into a pretty humorous and quite fun little romp, although not so much of the sexual nature as just a good time. My Love decided to give me a little something to go to work on. He brought out our hairbrush (one of my very favorite implements) and one of the newest homemade holey paddles, the thicker one, I think but I'm really not positive. He gave me what he calls a warmup. A warm up from My Honey means ten or more pretty powerful smacks on my poor innocent ass. It smarts to say the least. Well, at about 10 I was ready for him to stop...which he didn't do. I began to protest...my tolerance is for barely 10 and he wasn't even slowing up. Finally, after I don't know how many more swings, he stops and laughingly tells me "Trust me. You'll appreciate the warm up soon..." At this point, I go into fight or flight mode...actually, I think I was in fight AND flight mode. I began protesting in a most serious way. Having been on the receiving end of Bruiser more than once when Honey decides he's feeling a little sadistic, I was ready to give up all play. You know, willing spankee or not, there are some things you just shouldn't say before you start walloping someone.

So...the fight was on. I lost. Three firm smacks into the losing battle, Honey tells me if I don't stop fighting, its just going to get keep harder. So I gave up. Actually, the second level of my of late nightly spankings was not so bad (comparatively), it was what he said that caused all the commotion. Having never fought My Love before when you wanted to smack around on my ass, after all was said and done, we both decided it was kinda fun. He has never "manhandled" me before, and I have never fought him before. I have always been a willing participant to pretty much anything he wanted to do or try. Later in the night we were talking about it, giggling about it and both decided we kinda liked that. Not something to do everytime, of course, and I'm probably in for a world of hurt because of it, but it was a nice change of pace. And as you can see from the pictures, I took a pretty resounding paddling. It all made for a pretty pleasant send off to work.

Before Leaving the House

After reading various postings across the net, and let me tell you, I have been doing a LOT of reading over the last week, it seems that a nice warm up spanking (or even a pretty severe let-you-know-I've-been-here spanking are not so unusual events before a happily spanked girl leaves the house. I think I said before I am a very VERY controlled kind of gal with a tendency, as my love of my life says, to keep things internalized. I have a pretty high stress job that has, of recent, been more stressful than usual...but who's job isn't stressful, right? Well, to give you an idea of the stress levels my honey and I deal with (he is the same industry, but his job is actually more stressful), the divorce rate is something like 90 plus percent. Unfortunately, he and I both fall into that statistic because this is a second marriage for both of us but I'm pretty it is the last marriage for both us...actually I know it is. I tell him regularly that I don't believe in divorce or homicide...I believe in making him miserable for the rest of his life. One of my personal philosophies goes along the why kill somebody when you can maim them and make them remember you for the rest of their life? But that has nothing to do with the situation at hand.

Last night my honey asked me if I needed "refresher" before I went to work..."just a little warm up maybe" he says, as I get ready for work. "I'll leave that up to you..." I say as I traipse off to take shower. After my very pleasant, somewhat relaxing shower (if you don't count the fact that I couldn't really relax because impending work was on my mind), I came out, dried off and shortly thereafter, my loving husband walked into the bedroom and started rummaging around. By watching him , I couldn't tell if he had made his decision and he thought I was "in need" or if was just...rummaging around...until my hair was dry, that is. As I wandered around our room naked, which he very much enjoys (lucky me!) he suddenly revealed a nice, sinister looking cane and a naughty little grin across his face. He was lightly tapping the cane in his palm, and asked me in a lusty, steady tone..."Are you ready?" I said "Sure" and leaned over the trunk we have at the foot of our bed...one of the easier positions for a quickie spanking. "How many?" he asks. I give him a naughty, mischievous look over my shoulder and say "I guess that's up to you." With the biggest, proudest grin I have ever seen as I get re situated facing forward, I hear the swish of the cane...WHACK. Hmmmmmmmmmm...Not too bad....swish...WHACK... a little harder, a little burn, not too bad. swish...WHACK...a little more stingy...I'm starting to wonder how many more we are going to go...it has been my weekend after all, even if I did work overtime...WHACK...ouch...WHACK...take a deep breath....let it out...no, don't hold it, let it out...WHACK....okay....that stings a LOT..."Are you okay?" "Yes" "More?" "Yes"...WHACK...I sure hope this really works like he thinks it will....WHACK...I kinda like that stingy burny feeling....WHACK...but maybe not that much..."One more Baby"...great...that usually means its the going to be extra hard....WHACK....

And then the big hug. I love that big hug. And I finished getting ready for work. I don't find that spanking helps me focus at all. Mostly it makes me thinks about sex. However, I was amazed to find on my way to work that my neck popped , which relieved the pain in my head that I hadn't even realized was there, and shortly after that, my shoulder popped...and area of my body that ALWAYS gives me trouble. It was amazing. OF course, I had to call my honey and let him know since I wasn't even at work yet. Turns out, it was a really good thing we relieved my stress before I got to work because it was an EXTRAORDINARILY stressful day AT work. I think I'll be looking forward to my pre-work night newest ritual tonight.