Burning My Butt - Room One

Yesterday was a hot, humid day that just about drained all our energy.  As night fell the temp dropped to cool and comfortable. Musicman suggested we sit outside and have a fire for the evening. We enjoy having fires, but it has been way too hot this summer to have any, so I was up for it. Since Musicman hadn't been feeling too well earlier I didn't think anything much would occur. Oh how wrong I was.

I was comfortably ensconced on the redwood love seat just drifting away, watching the flames and listening to the music softly playing in the background. I didn't think much of it when Musicman left the area for a minute. I thought he was going to get more firewood, or maybe in to get something to drink or some such.

When he came back however, he did not have firewood or a drink. He had the wooden spoon and a scarf. I knew what the spoon was for, but not the scarf. He sat next to me and started playing with the spoon, twirling it around his fingers, occasionally slipping it down the front of my shirt to cup a breast with it. He said he chose the spoon because it is the quietest. Good to know he is thinking about these sort of things. I still didn't know what the scarf was for, and I didn't ask.

As it turns out, I didn't have to ask, he told me what it was for. It was to be used as a gag. Oh, that made sense, I freely admit, I have NO volume control. While our pool area is virtually visually private, we are in the middle of a city and sound carries. I really don't need the neighbors calling the police to say my husband is beating me. With my luck, it would be a cop we know that showed up. How embarrassing would that be to try to explain?

We've never used a gag before, and it was a bit hard to manage tying it on with all my hair in the way. It struck me while I was working to get it tied how bizarre my life is. Just an ordinary middle aged woman, sitting with her husband by a fire, tying on a gag so she won't alarm the neighbors when she gets spanked. Bizarre.

The whole time I had been working to get the gag tied on he had continued to play with that spoon down my shirt. The wood actually felt kinda nice, smooth and yet cool cupping my breasts. Hmmm...who knew? I soon found myself kneeling on the seat of the love seat, bending over the back of it with my skirt raised.

When he set about warming my backside with the business end of that spoon I was very grateful he had thought to bring a gag. I could scream and moan to my hearts content and no one but us was any the wiser. I've said before, I don't hold still when he spanks me. I squirm and move quite a bit, not in an effort to get away.  Just squirming in pleasure, and maybe attempting to get closer to him. My squirming this time caused a spring in the love seat to pop free. We both heard it, but no real damage done, so on we went.

In anticipation of spending some time after on my knees we had strategically placed the kneeling mat close by. I soon found myself on the mat kneeling between his legs with his beautiful cock in my mouth. The mat made it quite comfortable for my knees, but the fire glowing on my already warm backside was intense. Guess we maybe should have anticipated that and set the love seat a bit further back from the fire. It wasn't too intense so I didn't stop until the requirements of the challenge were complete. Room one - done.

Round two involved the flogger in the master bedroom and orgasms for both of us. But I don't think I am gonna count that room as complete. Two in one evening sounds excessive, doesn't it? Besides, we still have a whole month ahead of us.

As I sit here typing this, our new neighbors are moving in right next door. The house has been empty for over a year. Good timing on our part to do the pool area last night as there is one window in that house that gives them a good view of our pool, should they be inclined to look.