Oh...What a Week!!

Oh my goodness, the week from hell has finally ended. There were times I thought it would never end. I knew it was gonna be a challenge with working so many hours, I just didn't figure on all the other crap happening. The death in the family, the anniversary of another death in the family and the anniversary of 9/11, all before mid week. No time to write anything at all, or visit with all of you, left me struggling by Wednesday morning. I cheated just a tad and wrote my last post last weekend and waited to publish it.

Wednesday evening brought some sweet relief, in the form of some much needed playtime with the leather paddle.  Wish I could say we crossed another room off our list, but unless I count the master bedroom we didn't. Guess I'll just have to settle for the all over body limpness brought on by multiple mind blowing orgasms. Hey, it works for me.

We fell asleep curled in each others arms, satisfied and grateful to be that much closer to the end of a long week. The feelings of contentment didn't last though. They exploded with the ringing of the phone at slightly past 1:00 a.m. I don't know about anyone else, but when my phone rings at that hour, it's never good news.  It wasn't, and while I'm gonna skip the details, it led to a very long night and no sleep for me before work the next day. Sigh.

Thursday came and went in a blur of sleepiness for both of us. The fact that we both drove our cars to and from work in that condition was probably not the smartest thing we ever did, but, thanks to some alert guardian angels we made it through the day unscathed. At least, I think we did.

Friday found me energized and ready to get it over and done with. I barreled through work with the determination of a woman on a mission. We had a nice quiet evening together that included some time chatting with a blogger friend. She cracked me up repeatedly with her wit and managed to finally wipe the remnants of the last week from my consciousness. Thank you for that my friend.

From the conversation we had, I don't believe play time was on her agenda last night. I didn't think it was on mine either. I thought wrong, apparently it was on his agenda. He didn't say a thing all evening to indicate that it was. We turned in at a decent hour knowing we had a busy day of catching up on home things to be done today.

We had just been discussing Wednesday night the fact that I have come to love the leather paddle. I let him know then, that while I do love it, I miss the magic paddle sometimes. I was all snuggled up under the comforter when he joined me. He stripped that comforter off me and flipped me over so quick my head spun. Since we neither one wear any kind of sleepwear, dealing with clothes was a non issue.

I don't miss the magic paddle any more as that was his weapon of choice last night. And, oh, what a lovely weapon it is. I'm still feeling the effects some today.  Bad week last week you say? What bad week, is what I'm saying.

We still haven't managed to cross another room off our list, but the running tally for the master bedroom currently sits at 5 times to date. The weather has gotten considerably cooler and Musicman mentioned maybe having a fire tonight. I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, maybe we could end the evening crossing off the garage from our list. I really, really wanna play on his motorcycle, which is conveniently parked in the middle of the garage. Here's hoping.

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.