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Before our nephews came to live with us, my fiancé closed in our carport. It is eventually going to be our game room but as of right now it is still unfinished because life got busy. Unfortunately while we were cleaning out the rest of the house to get ready for relatives, we started using it for extra storage. Well, a couple of weeks ago, he decided to get in there and start moving stuff to the actual storage buildings. Now we have a loveseat to sit on and a decent amount of room to move around in there.
So, sometime last week after we put the boys to bed, he had me go get the paddle and we met in our future game room. We grabbed the baby monitor to keep an eye on the boys and closed the exterior door that leads to our game room. Because of all the two brick walls and the exterior door that leads to the house, you really can't hear anything from inside the house. From the driveway on the other hand, you can probably make out the crack of the paddle but that's when we can just turn on the stereo and since I don't scream it shouldn't be that big of a deal.
He had me bend over the armrest of the loveseat so that I had a view of the concrete floor. He rested the paddle on the seat of my jeans and gently patted. Then he pulled back and the first swat landed. It wasn't too hard, but it did surprise me. He continued to paddle me with varying degrees of power while I gasped and wiggled. We hadn't used the paddle in what felt like forever so I was definitely feeling it. Soon he paused to undo my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties. It had been a while since I had felt the smooth wood on my bare bottom. Crack! Ouch! Oh, how I missed this. He couldn't keep it up for much longer because we still had to take showers and get some sleep, so he wrapped it up with a few well-placed hard swats and sent me to the shower with a nicely reddened backside.
It's been about a week since that spanking (not that our canes haven't seen some use), but I think I'm due for another trip to the game room! I'm not complaining about the quiet canes because they are definitely useful in the bedroom, but sometimes I want the louder implements like his hand, the leather, and/or the wood!
There's just something that gets me all hot 'n' bothered (in a very good way) when my fiancé yanks me over his lap while we're naked in bed to dish out a quick spanking.
Why, you might ask? It was for sexually arousing him while he was trying to fall asleep. What? I swear I didn't do anything! Read on and you will see it clearly wasn't my fault. 😉
Last night, we were both tired and cuddled up in bed when I started to massage him. He said he was sore from working the last few days, so I thought I'd be nice and work out some of the knots in his muscles. I could tell he was enjoying it from all his moaning and groaning. That's about when my hands wandered down his body and I started to gently caress and stroke him. It's not my fault he had a reaction.
Without so much as a warning, he yanked me over his lap and proceeded to give me a very quick and pretty hard hand spanking.
Then, he rolled me off of him and roughly entered me from behind to firmly remind me of who was in control. It was my turn to moan and groan!
Needless to say, I personally think it all worked out in my favor. (giggles)
On Sunday night, I couldn’t figure out whether I wanted to have sex, play, or just go to sleep. My fiancé kept glancing over at me on the couch and asking what I wanted, but I was being perpetually indecisive. After a while, he got up and said, “I’m going to go take a shower. If you want to do anything, then when I get out I’d better find you naked on the bed. Otherwise, I’ll assume you don’t want to do anything and we’ll just go to bed.” As soon as he closed the bathroom door, I hopped off the couch and went to our bedroom.
I stripped out of my clothes and piled a couple of pillows on the middle of the bed. Then, I went looking for something we bought recently that I’ve been wanting to tryout – a restraint that goes around your waist and holds your wrists at your sides using two elastic bands. I also pulled out a blindfold. I tied the restraint around my waist, climbed on the bed, and slipped the blindfold over my eyes. As I slid my wrists into the bands of the restraint on either side of my waist and leaned over the pillows, I heard the water cut off in the bathroom. He was getting out of the shower and I was ready and getting excited.
He came into the bedroom and said, “Oh really?” I felt him sit on the bed and caress my bottom. “What? No implement?” I smiled and thought that I couldn’t very well have done all the work, but didn’t respond otherwise. I could hear him looking around for an implement. Smack! Smack! He picked the plastic hairbrush. He followed up with a few flurries on each cheek. Those definitely stung, so I started wiggling a little. He moved around working all over my backside.
He paused to retrieve some lube and my pink dildo. Slowly, he worked it into me until it was comfortable. With the one end of the inserted dildo in one hand and the hairbrush in the other, he got to work pumping and thumping. It felt amazing, the pain and the pleasure mixing.
He asked me if I wanted him to switch to a bigger one (dildo), but I just said not unless it’s you. He promptly tossed aside the brush and the dildo and helped me rearrange myself so that I was properly on my knees with my face resting on the bed. (Side note…it’s amazing what you are no longer capable of doing by yourself when you lack the use of your arms.) He positioned himself behind me and slid all the way in. After a moment of adjustment, he started slaming homeruns. He felt amazing. I started moving back to meet him. With the way we were going, one would have thought we were trying to break the record for number of homeruns slammed in under five minutes! He reached his peak, and then he helped me out of the restraint and told me to get my vibrator. I turned it on and he slipped in a finger. Between the gentle internal stroking and the external vibrations, I was thrown over the edge where I enjoyed riding out the waves of pleasure.
It has been a rough couple of weeks all around...but I think it's a bit too personal to go into detail here. Suffice it to say, rough is a huge understatement, but things are getting better and we are dealing with what life throws at us together.
Since my stepdaughter has been visiting for the past two weeks, we haven't been able to play much, so I was very grateful when we did manage to have a couple of very short scenes with the new canes. They are relatively quiet and worked well for quick, nighttime reconnections. Even so, I really missed being able to talk openly, to make sounds (even though I'm not that loud to begin with), and to feel the variety of other implements (including his hand). This brings us to yesterday.
We had just dropped off my stepdaughter with her mom when we decided to do a little shopping for some new clothes for me. Now normally, I am a sneakers, jeans, and t-shirt kind of gal. I have only ever worn dresses when attending dances back in high school (homecoming and prom) or my own graduation where it was a requirement. So, let's see - that means, I've worn one dress in the last eight years which was at my college graduation. It's not that I don't like them or don't like to look at them on the rack in the store. I just don't like me in them; however, every now and then, I secretly want to go ahead and get one. Why? I don't know. It's not like I go to dances anymore. I just feel so silly wanting one yet having no desire to actually wear it in public. Anyway, my fiancé was with me and knew that I wanted to look at some dresses, so he watched me try some on and then made me get two of them before I could talk myself out of it. The dresses didn't cost much (about $30 for both) and they are nice and casual, but I'm still not sure if I'll ever go out in them. I suppose if I don't I will at least have fun wearing them around the house. After all, it's certainly easier to pull up a dress than pull down jeans. (grins mischievously)
After shopping, we began our 70 min ride home. It wasn't long before he leaned over from the passenger side and said, "9 times 7 is 63 times 2 is 126! So, that means you have 126 licks coming for two weeks worth of 'my nine' we've missed!" I nodded and smiled, feeling my heart speed up a couple of beats. He had fun teasing me for a few minutes before the conversation turned to regular topics.
When we finally arrived at home, he followed me into the bedroom and picked out the Cane-iac paddle. I bent over the end of the bed and he delivered the first set of nine at a medium strength. "That's one day." He continued to repeat the process, varying speed and location, as I wiggled back and forth until we reached seven days. "That's one week's worth. I think we'll wait a little while for the second half." I stood up and reached back. I could feel the heat radiating from my backside through my jeans. Boy, I missed this! 🙂
We went into the living room and decided to start watching the Firefly series again. (I love that show!) Somewhere in the first episode, my love asked me a question about something he was tinkering with and I guess I must have replied with some sassy comment because the next thing I knew, I was facedown over his lap getting the second week's worth of 63 licks with the paddle that he conveniently had within arms reach. This set felt absolutely amazing. I don't know if it was the OTK position or the way he was swinging the paddle, but he really got my motor going with this set, and if the poking in my side was any indication, I obviously wasn't the only one revving up for some sexual activities. We both hurried out of our clothes from the waist down. He bent me over in front of the couch and took me hard and fast from behind until we were both seeing stars.
Needless to say, I think we are definitely getting back into the swing of things.
Yep, that’s what I thought every time I sat down today. Even walking has provided a pretty good reminder of what transpired. The man I love decided to make sure that last night was all about taking care of me and my needs.
He didn’t use his paddle last night. Nope, instead, he used every other implement we have – the Cane-iac paddle, the Cane-iac double strap, a plastic hairbrush, both ends of a long-handle wooden spoon, and his hand. I spent the first part of the evening over his knee. While in that position, I noticed I could see an upside down view of us in a mirror that we have propped up against the wall in our game room. My first thought was, “Why on earth does he find that view sexy?!” Then, my eyes started to take in everything else…I watched him mix spanking with gentle rubbing. I watched when he leaned over for a closer look to make sure that I was physically OK. My next thought was, “Wow, I really love and trust this man.”
Eventually, he slid out from underneath me and I bent back over the tall padded stool. He randomly worked his way through our arsenal of implements. I’m sure I felt everything multiple times – I mean he would switch back and forth among them creating a variety of sensations. It certainly felt like this was our longest, hardest, and most thorough scene since starting TTWD. I didn’t cry (I actually haven’t yet), but it was still just what I needed. When he decided I’d had enough, he left the room to retrieve my Hitachi wand and the smaller of my two dildos (LOL, not the one that smells like grapes). I took the wand from him and put it to good use while he used the dildo to stimulate that oh-so exciting internal spot until I reached that blissful release.
I really didn’t feel the depth of the soreness until I stood upright again. Yikes! There’s no broken skin or anything, but I definitely have marks. 🙂 My love rubbed some lotion on me and held me for a while as I drifted off to sleep. I know I started out on my stomach last night, but every time I rolled over I remember wincing and smiling.
I am one lucky woman. But, do you think I’m finally sated? Even with a sore derrière, I still crave more! Maybe not as hard, but sheesh, I crave everything about it. Is this an addiction? Quite possibly. That or I must be crazy… Oh well, at least I’ll die happy! ;-P
My fiancé and I were having a discussion back on June 2nd and our age difference came up as one of the topics. I don’t really remember the details but I have no doubt that we were probably picking on each other. I am almost nine years younger that he is. Our birthdays are 13 days apart, which means we are both Ares – no wonder we can both be so freaking stubborn sometimes! Anyway, I just about watched lightning strike his lightbulb (you know, the invisible one that hovers above your head) as he came up with the idea that I should receive nine strokes every day for the rest of our lives. He smiled at the thought of his brilliant idea and I giggled watching his expressions play across his handsome face.
The next morning I wrote him a note that simply said, “You know I’ll hold you to at least that!” Due to temporary insanity (or that’s what I’m blaming it on anyway), I also added, “Hmm…you know I kinda want my set of nine to come from your paddle I think. Most likely not all at full force ’cause that will probably be too much, but I want them from yours because it’s the first paddle that you made me! :-)”
After he read the note, I asked him, “What happens if we miss a set of nine?”
He replied, “That’s OK. They rollover!” To which I cracked up.
Would you know it, after fifteen days (not including today), he has only missed one set of nine! As for actually using the paddle he made, he is thankfully very aware of whether or not I can handle it and will change to a different implement as the need arises. There have been a couple of days where I happened to still be sore from the previous night’s activities, so he simply adjusts accordingly.
We are usually in the kitchen when he decides, “I want my nine!” because I’m being sassy or giving him attitude or just because he feels like it. One of us will go retrieve the paddle from the bedroom closet and then I’ll bend over until my elbows are resting on one of our tall stools. On a normal day (and over jeans) with his paddle, I can take the first 4-5 pretty well, the next 3-4 I’m a bit more reluctant to not pull away and am definitely squeezing my eyes shut, and by the 9th my knees are just about to buckle. Every now and then, using his budding Top logic, he will decide I need “one more to grow on,” and I’ll agree. Afterward, he’ll hug me and say, “Good job, baby,” and I’ll melt.
On days when all I get are the nine and a little bit of aftercare (because life gets busy or one of us is too tired), those couple of minutes out of the day mean the world to me. I know I’m insatiable – there’s no denying it, and to some I am absolutely spoiled being able to play even for a couple of minutes almost every day, but I can’t help it. I need it. Thank you for putting up with me, my love.
Edit – Oh, and here’s a photo of his paddle…all 3/4″ thk. x 3 1/2″ wide x 20″ long of it.
Yikes! Yep, temporary insanity. Definitely can’t handle too much of this thing.
So, after two days of feeling down in the dumps, I’m finally feeling a lot better.
On Tuesday, I was really upset about all the stresses from everyday life…we are having a temporary financial setback , my parents are moving into a new double-wide that we just moved onto my land, work is constantly up and down, and I rejoined our community band (which was ultimately why we couldn’t handle my mood that evening).
So what’s the problem?
Our financial situation is okay, but I really don’t like living paycheck-to-paycheck. This month is really tough, so I’ve tried to cut out any extra spending to make sure nothing is paid late. Financial stuff always stresses me out more than anything else. We can pull ourselves out of this and it will get better because we are learning as we go. This lull is only temporary.
My parents are moving quite literally 100 ft from where they currently are, but that does not make helping them move again any easier. I own almost three acres of land. My fiancé and I live in the middle of the land, my sister will remain in the Northeast corner and my parents are moving to the Southeast corner. We are all within shouting distance of each other but now have our own places. Hopefully with this move, everyone will have that certain amount of independence they need yet should anything happen we are all right here to help out. But, this will be the 5th move in 4 years for my family! I think we are all tired of moving furniture around but (fingers-crossed) this will hopefully be the last move for a while.
Work…I have this love-hate relationship with being a mechanical engineer. In college, I loved the hands-on experience, working in the machine shop, working with robots, etc. I love building stuff, I love trial-and-error projects, and I love puzzles. A lot of my loves do fit into being an engineer, but it’s kind of hard to see any of that when you are behind a desk staring at the computer all day long. I’ll do a material take-off, send it to purchasing for a material quote, get it back and forward to another engineer for labor pricing, and then I get everything back and write up a quote to send to the customer. And, I do it all over again – different project, different customer, same routine. If a quote comes back as a job, then things can get interesting. I’ll run calculations to verify our quote, draw up the tank/vessel and send both off to customer for approval. Here begins the process of revisions which can either be very smooth…or multiple revisions, tons of back and forth communication (explaining why we can’t do that because that f@#%ing square will not fit in that round opening or why this has to look like this because it’s what you said you wanted in the quoting phase!), and lots of waiting later, we can finally start cutting material to start fabrication. Then, I’ll get a call from the guys in the back, “You didn’t cut out this circle piece that’s shown on the drawing.” “Have you looked at cut sketch #2?”…”Oh, there it is!” …yep. Now, I know I’m not perfect and have made my share of mistakes or forgotten something, but you just scared the sh!t out of me because you didn’t look at the sketches I sent. Oh well, at least mistakes like not looking properly are always good for a laugh after the fact.
R—town Band (local community band) – I’ve always been in music. I started out on piano for almost 3 years, then I joined band in middle school and I’ve continued playing to this day with the longest gap being about 2 years. Including the gap, that’s 15 years of playing the clarinet. Am I particularly good at that? Not really. I’d say I might be just ahead of the average, but believe me when I say there are a TON of people out there who make me look like I only just learned how to hold the damn instrument let alone where to put my fingers and produce sound. So, why do I keep going back especially if lack of confidence in my ability to play stresses me out? It’s because of the people. I get to see old friends and meet new people. We are from all walks of life. In school, that meant you could be a jock, emo, geek, athlete, or someone who wasn’t part of any group. You could be shy, outgoing, happy, depressed, serious, or humorous. Hell, you could even be blind (yep, we marched a blind person on field and in parades) or missing a limb (one of our trumpet players only had one arm)! Today, in our community band, we have engineers, professors, school teachers, post office staff, housewives, college students, retirees, etc. So what’s your point? The point is…when you walk through those doors, you become a band member. It doesn’t matter where you came from or how you got here. You are not alone, you are one of us. Now, don’t get me wrong. You, an individual instrument, can produce beautiful music alone, but when a group of various instruments come together, amazing things happen.
No, this isn’t my band, it is actually Ohio State Marching Band. I watch this and feel an amazing amount of pride in my fellow band members because I know what it takes to put on a show like this.
The band community reminds me of a mostly vanilla version of the spanko community. We are from all walks of life and we accept each other. …Also, (laughing) most Tops could pull off playing in the percussion line – the gong, the bass drums, or the bongos.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand, how did we get to the bottom of the problem and balance the emotional turmoil I’ve been feeling? Well, my fiancé decided I needed to change my perspective which is most easily accomplished by going OTK and enjoying the upside down view for a while. Then when I got up, everything was right-side up again! Viola! See how easy that was? If only!
Actually, it was only slightly more complicated than that (sarcasm). After two evenings full of two different wooden paddles (yep, both the 1/2″ thk. and the 3/4″ thk.) and one leather double strap, I finally feel mostly right-side up again. On Wednesday evening, I got around 45 with the 1/2″ paddle, 15+ with the 3/4″ paddle, and who knows how many with the strap. Apparently, I can’t count well in my head while being spanked – I’m just too busy trying the accept and let go. Did it hurt? Most definitely and I did feel a bit better afterward and was a little sore on Thursday morning. But, it didn’t take long for my mood to plummet again. Granted, I blamed a very tiny portion of that on my fiancé. After receiving my first set of 9 with the 3/4″ he asked, “Why do you look so depressed? You know your mood affects my mood.”
I answered, “Yes, and your mood affects mine because you started it!”
To which he replied, “Well, I’ll finish it.” And so he did after much more paddling and strapping. It was intense and I’m still not sure if I wanted him to stop, but I gave up control and when he decided to stop, I felt relaxed and sleepy.
This morning, I woke up in a much better mood and a bit more sore than yesterday, but I didn’t have the urge to go right back to bed. I’ve also had a good day at work even without all the usual work day buzzwords. 🙂
Edit: My day just got even better! The wonderful Erica Scott is the reason my stats are on the rise! Thank you very much for the shout-out, Erica! You’ve helped make my day!♥
“All of the above.” I’d like to thank those of you who participated in the little poll from the previous post. I was honestly just messing around with it to see if it would even work. If anyone has other suggestions about a free and easy to use poll thing-y (yes, I’m very technical here), please let me know! I have some ideas for its use in the future especially if I ever have time to sit down and let the creative juices flow (no, not that other kind).
Anyway, we had some relatives over on Memorial Day, and before everyone left, we decided to play a dart game called Killers (I know, what a great name for a game!). I guess I should note that of those of us who were playing, I’m the one who has played darts the least amount of time; therefore, my life expectancy in the game wasn’t very high. We continued to play rounds knocking/striking each other off the board until it was just my fiancé and myself. We were at the point where he could win with a single dart and I could win with two. He would throw his three darts and miss, then I would throw my three darts and also miss. It was honestly starting to get quite boring…that is until he decided to whisper something in my ear as he passed. “You’ll get 25 per strike.” (Yikes! We all know what that means.) Well, I already had one strike on him and still had to get two more to win the game, but he only needed one. I have to hand it to him – he certainly knew how to make the game more interesting!
During my next turn, I nailed the second strike. LOL, “So, that’s 50,” I thought as I passed him with a smile. He returned the smile but didn’t make any headway in winning. A few rounds later, I did it (75)! He couldn’t beat me (at least not yet 😉 hehe)! I knew he wouldn’t do anything that drastic in front of relatives, so I just smiled sweetly at him. After we walked everyone out to the driveway and bid our farewells, my Love and I went back in to take showers.
By this time, it was actually getting pretty late and we were both definitely tired, so we relaxed and snuggled a little. Then, I turned to look at him and asked, “Does that mean I get a raincheck?”
He replied, “Nope!” and hopped out of bed looking for the new wooden paddle.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I rolled over exposing my backside. He started first with both cheeks and then he would alternate either side or both randomly. I knew he couldn’t be hitting very hard, but I could definitely feel the burn and the building deeper ache. It didn’t take long before he decided to stop and move on to other activities. I was certainly more than ready when he entered me roughly from behind and set a hard, fast pace. Believe me, I could tell the paddle had been back there, but everything just felt so good!
After the fireworks, I went to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. I was a lovely shade of dark red splashed with some minor bruising. I rubbed a little and could definitely feel the deeper ache that reminds you what just happened was real. My fiancé looked up from the bed and I gave him a goofy, embarrassed smiled since he caught me looking. Then, I went back to bed where we cuddled until we drifted off to sleep. It was a good end to a long day.
As a follow-up note – the next day, I learned how not to plop down onto my chair at work. ;-P