Sunday Blues

It's Sunday morning and I'm sitting here on a stingy butt courtesy of a well wielded paddle this morning. He started with the hairbrush, but soon decided it wasn't big enough for effective coverage. If I were a less secure woman I would take that as a veiled insult about the size of my butt. Since he always tells me how much he loves my butt and has even said he doesn't want me losing anymore weight because he doesn't want my butt getting smaller, I didn't take it as an insult.

The fact that he was spanking me pretty soundly with the paddle prevented me from thinking about anything other then the next blow. The anticipation between swats is highly arousing to me. Almost as arousing as the pain of any given blow. The pain that is so quickly followed by the mushrooming pleasure exploding out from deep within me. It was a wonderful way to wake up from a quite refreshing sleep.

I slept quite soundly last night thanks to some playtime with the flogger. Anyone who reads here probably knows already how much  I love the flogger. I love it on my back. I love it on my butt. I love it on my legs. I love it on my lady parts. I love it on my breasts. He visited them all.

My entire back side from my neck to my ankles was positively tingling by the time he turned me over to move on to other things. He had concentrated quite a bit on the lady parts. Well flogged and burning hot lady parts are ripe for some soothing. I would be hard pressed to say which one of us enjoys his soothing techniques more. The man has some skills when it comes to oral play. If there is something comparable to the cockworshipping sub club he would be a card carrying member.

We've got a lazy day ahead of us as we got all our to do list completed yesterday morning. We also have some severe weather rolling in so outdoor activities are probably off the table. I would say we could just stay inside and stay naked all day, but I'm not sure either one of us has the energy for that.

If I include Friday night's activities we have had sex 5 times, I've been spanked 3 times and we have used all but one toy. I can't even begin to count the amount of orgasms I experienced, has to be dozens though. I think we made the most of our weekend together. He says he needs another weekend to recover from this one. I told him it's good motivation for him to make a decision about when he is going to take some more vacation time. He's been talking about using a few days, but hasn't decided yet.

After a weekend like this one, which isn't really all that unusual for us, it's no wonder I sometimes get the Sunday night blues. Who wouldn't want to live in a sex induced haze all the time? It just makes all the mundane day to day things that need accomplished that much easier to accomplish.

I have a long day of catching up on housework planned for tomorrow. I do my best thinking when I clean. He's given me lots to think about this weekend. I'll probably bake something too, he's been on a brownie kick lately, so chocolate haze here I come.

I have a bad habit of thrashing my head around when we are playing, it makes knots in my hair that are difficult to get out. I spent a good 10 minutes unknotting my hair after we played with the flogger last night, so this pic seems appropriate.

A Good Start, A Better End

The new job is going well. I've met lots of new people, mostly women. They seem to be an interesting bunch. A bit desperate, judging from some the conversations I've heard already, but nice enough. Most of them I won't see much of, so it shouldn't be too hard to keep my mouth shut when they start going on about sex and relationships.

I've gotten a few raised eyebrows due to my tattoo's, but I'm used to that.  A few of them heard the bells on my ankle chain and thought that was unusual too, oh well. I guess that will just give them something to talk about when I'm not around. Judging by how many times I heard, "rumor has it you worked at X, Y or Z," they gossip a lot.

They haven't even seen my chain maille corset necklace that looks much like a collar, yet. I took it off because I figured it would be better to try and blend as much as I can until I get the lay of the land. I miss not having it on. I will put it back on Friday after work and I haven't decided if I will take it off again on Monday or not. A week should be enough time for the gossip about the "new girl" to die down some, so then they will need something new to talk about.

Like much of the nation, we are having record breaking temps again, so we skipped dinner and went for a swim instead last night. We were both tired and turned in shortly after.  I should have been well rested today. I was, but not necessarily because I got so much sleep.

As it turns out Musicman had playing on his mind, or maybe it was the fact that I had changed into his favorite skirt after work that inspired him. It is a stretchy gray t-shirt material that clings to my backside in a way he likes. After a day in white cotton granny panties I needed something to make me feel sexy. The skirt doesn't particularly make me feel sexy, but Musicman can't keep his hands off me when I wear it. That makes me feel very sexy.

When we went up to our room I changed into my most comfy nightie, which is really just an oversized man's tank top. I was sitting on the edge of the bed changing and barely got it pulled on over my head before he was reaching for my hand. He had the paddle in his other hand. He directed me to the lounger and positioned me standing, bent over, with my hands on the lounge. This position works very well since I am tall.

He stood to my side and grabbed hold of my nipple to hold me still while he started paddling me. Oh, do I ever love that paddle. He can change from the leather side to the wood side without even breaking his swing. I never knew when it was going to be the sting of the wood or the thud of the leather. I didn't care either, cause they both feel good. The pain of his hand pinching my nipple while he spanked just added another layer of deliciousness for me and I was soon floating in the ether.

I was getting pretty warm as the paddle generates quite a bit of heat, when he stopped. He told me not to move, which is kinda ironic, cause I don't really hold still.  He left for a moment, then I felt the glory that is our flogger on my butt. Then on my back and legs. Then on my breasts and finally the lady parts.

I soon found myself melting into the lounge as my mind became more and more lost in need and satisfaction. Building, exploding, building, exploding. No thoughts, other then of him, just reactions. Explosive reactions to the overload of stimuli. The burn of the paddle radiating off my butt, the sting of the flogger everywhere else. The flogger emits an intoxicating smell that I equate with the smell of a blowjob, and that just adds to the whole for me. Add into the mix the heaven that is Musicman's hands and tongue and I was lost in a most beautiful place.

I barely remember Musicman's arms coming from behind me, under my arms, as he reaches around and grasps both nipples and lifts me up from the lounge.  He pulls me back and up his body, he said something, but I have no idea what, or if I responded in any way coherently. At that point I am pretty much putty in his hands.

Those wonderful hands moved me to the bed and arranged me the way he wanted me. Then he took total advantage of me. It ended with him spraying all over my face, something I always love. Cept when he gets my eye, that stings, lol.

End of an Interlude

Ah, the interlude is over, Musicman has gone back to work. Maybe now he will get some rest, lol. We were lying in bed last night, completely worn out and satisfied, when I asked him what he was going to tell his co-workers when they ask him what he did with his time off.

It seems a bit inappropriate for him to say that he made a paddle for his wife. Which makes it even more inappropriate for him to say he used it multiple times on her.  He could tell them how I made a temporary suede leather cover for the paddle that we test drove Saturday night. It's divine.

He could tell them how I can't resist playing with our shiny new toys and became a bit aggressive with the bullet vibe and my hands and mouth on his beautiful cock after the spanking. Or how that was just one of many times this weekend I had him in my mouth. Proof positive the man never gets tired of getting blowjobs. Heeheehee.

He could tell them how he turned the tables on me and tortured me with that bullet vibe until I was literally whimpering for more. He just chuckled, kinda fiendishly and took his time while he took my breathe away, repeatedly.

He could tell them how our plans for Sunday Morning were rained out. But it might not be such a good idea to share that instead, he woke me with roaming hands and soon had me whimpering again with pleasure, and that was before the flogger came into play.

He could tell them how it took 73 brass tacks for me to permanently fasten the leather on the paddle. I just covered one side, the other we left the way it was. The leather side has a bit more of a thud than the wood, which has a delicious sting to it. The anticipation between swats is just as powerful of a turn on for me as the actual swat. Knowing that all he has to do is switch from side to side to change the sensation is quite enticing to me. Knowing how well he reads me, I anticipate he will use it very effectively to keep me guessing.

We opted not to put holes in this one, he assures me has plenty of wood to make another one. So, at some point we will have a paddle with holes. Now, I just need to decide on the pattern for the holes, maybe a word.

I don't know what he will tell them, but I know it won't be any of the things I mentioned above. Musicman is never inappropriate, unlike me. He did comment to me that he is having more sex then when he was 28, or 38 for that matter. He assured me that was just an observation, not a complaint. That's always nice to know, especially since I'm the one he is having the sex with, just as it was when he was 28 and 38.

Today I have been cleaning the aftermath of the 4 days of play. Picking up clothing scattered randomly, in our haste to get naked. Towels galore, utilized for the many post coital cleanups, need laundered.  Sheets with the corners that popped free in the vigorous moments of play, removed and replaced with fresh. Don'tcha just love the challenge of clean sheets? Washing and putting away the vibes and paddles and floggers scattered around the area. We keep everything on the headboard of the bed, it's a mirrored bookcase headboard. Many more implements or toys and I am going to have to think of something else. It's getting crowded up there.

While I've been cleaning, various thoughts about the weekend have floated through my mind. Looking back at the things we tried that worked really well and the things that didn't. I asked Musicman yesterday if there was anything he hadn't done this weekend that he wanted too? There was one thing, yeah, that thing I can't name yet. It didn't happen, but we are making progress with it. We talked just a bit about why it didn't happen, and where we go from here, to get there.

I have realized we both have a few goals, things we would like to see happen on the next step of our journey. They are the same goals, but, as usual, we aren't approaching them the same way. This doesn't surprise me a bit, as we never do approach solving issues the same way. The discussions we had about this have given me the seeds of some answers, but they aren't fully bloomed yet. Once they are, I will propose them to Musicman and see what he thinks.

Unfortunately, it may be a bit before I get the chance to let them bloom as I start my new job tomorrow. I will be working full time for the next two weeks at least, so that will cut into my kinky thinking time. That's okay though, I am looking forward to starting this job and think in the long run, focusing on that for a bit will be a big benefit. Once I get through the orientation/training, which I don't anticipate will be more then two weeks, I will be able to settle in to a nice part time schedule.

Then, let the blooming begin. 

So, I may not be around as much the next few weeks, but if I'm not don't worry, I will be back soon and ready to play again.

It's Not Nice To Tease!!!

                                                                                               

He told me it wasn't nice to tease.

I didn't listen, I kissed his adorable little butt again, just at the spot that was peeking out from the blanket.

He said I really should stop teasing him.

I giggled and asked, "but why, what will happen if I don't?"

He said, "you'll get another spanking."

To which we both responded by cracking up laughing as I stated the obvious, "That is not going to deter me from anything."  I did however stop teasing him, poor guy he has had a long hard week.

This has been his first full week back to work. I thought he should go back to work 1/2 days, but he did not feel that way. It was his decision to make and I respect that. I also understand why he made this decision and it's just one of the many reasons I love him. I've tried to be supportive and think I have been pretty successful.

If either of us ever needed proof that flipping that little sub switch in my head is a good thing this week would probably have been it. He comes home exhausted with barely enough energy to get in the door. But that's all the energy he has needed because once he gets in the door, I've been there to take care of him.

I've cooked and cleaned and baked. He relaxed and enjoyed good food and rested.

He has an active job, on his feet all day working with heavy equipment, his muscles have been sore. I have given back massages and leg and feet massages every night.

I found myself awake early one morning, Musicman was too. I had the time to explore his beautiful, hard cock, I kissed him good morning and had a chat with him and the boys.(Yes, I refer to my husband's equipment as him and the boys and I really do talk to them, heeheehee.)  He went to work a happier man that day.

I've missed him during the day and have to get used to being home alone again. I have kept busy starting on spring cleaning. I have also been working on the paddle I wanted to make. As usual, it is going to take longer then I thought it would. When I got the leather out there was more then I remembered which opened the window of possibilities and has me trying things and rethinking as I go. That is typical for most projects of mine, but I'm good with it.

One of the pieces of leather is begging to become a flogger, but I haven't made it yet. I've thought about it and know exactly how to do it. I have everything I need, I just haven't done it, yet. I'm not sure what is causing the hesitation, but it's there and I don't have a huge urge to push at it right now. That's okay, it will work itself out when it's ready.

I hit a bit of a rough patch yesterday, I was doing something that continues to be a thorn in my side. When I address this issue I usually have all out panic attacks, that didn't happen yesterday. I was upset, but not overly so, which is a big improvement for me in this area. I also had a visit from a ghost yesterday, which cheered me up immensely.

When I got ready for bed last night I put on my Tinkerbell sleep shorts. That's when the teasing really began. They are kinda short, my butt's kinda big. I'm sure it's just the fact that it says TINK in big bright pink letters across my butt that attracts attention.

The callouses on Musicman hands are starting to come back, I didn't feel them much when he spanked over the shorts. I did when he continued to spank after lowering the shorts.

Mmmm, I slept soooo gooood last night, I was literally purring. That made Musicman laugh.