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.

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.

Odd Weekend

This weekend was an odd weekend. Holidays are usually somewhat hard for us. They used to be a time of family and friends and visiting and fun. Generations together, laughing and loving. Much of our family is gone now.

I wear a tattoo on my chest, part of it is a constellation of seven stars. They represent the immediate loved ones we have buried together over the years. All but two of them are from Musicman's family, there presence in our lives is missed deeply.

So many of our close friends, people we consider family, have moved away. We did see a few friends on Saturday night. It was fun, but kind of awkward. One couple are newlyweds. When asked how the honeymoon was the woman said she was tired of her husband after three days and wanted to go home. The man complained that he went 4,000 miles away to a nude a beach and the only tits he saw were his wife's. He was clearly disappointed. This couple is in there mid thirtys and it is a second marriage for both, but I still thought it was sad.

One of the other couples is a single woman in her 40's and her latest man. She goes through them like water. The third couple was Doc and Mrs. Doc. I was getting an odd vibe from the ladies all night. I'm not sure why. I do know that the single woman kept telling me how good I looked, to the point of creepy she said it so many times. When I was thinking about it the next day I realized that if I looked so good it is because I'm happy. Genuinely happy, I don't think many people really are genuinely happy with there lives. That's kind of sad too.

Yesterday I woke up in one of those stupid hormonal weepy moods. I HATE days like that. There was no reason for it either. We had some lovely play time the night before. It involved liberal use of the flogger. I do love the flogger.  He uses it so well!

We spent most of yesterday working on the pool. We got alot done and it should be swimmable soon. It is hard physical work and that helped me some. Looking forward to skinny dipping with Musicman is always fun. I wasn't too grouchy or too weepy, but I wasn't too happy either.  When I was done working I showered and put on one of my favorite skirts. Sometimes that helps me feel better too, not so much yesterday.

I curled up, all nested into our comforter on our big bed and rested while Musicman showered. When he was done showering he sat down on the edge of the bed and was rubbing my back. He knew I had been having a bad day and had done what he could to help me all day. He just rubbed my back while I quietly cried for no apparent reason. Then he said the magic words.

"I think someone needs some stress relief, someone needs a spanking."

I just kept quietly crying, stupid hormones.

"Am I right?" he asked me

I just nodded my head. At that point that was about all I could get out, stupid hormones.

He rolled me over onto my tummy, and raised my skirt. I was arranged over the rolled comforter and was clutching onto it for dear life. He used the hairbrush and total stress relief was achieved. He laughed at me when he was done and said he hoped I wouldn't need to sit at my job today. No I won't need to sit at my job, but I'm happy I am still feeling it today.  In fact I was feeling so good this morning I sent him off to work with a blowjob.

I start my new job today. I have an evening shift and will be leaving a few hours before Musicman gets home from work. It will be the first time in a while since he has come home and I haven't been here with his meal ready. I'm much more stressed about that then he is. I don't think he is bothered at all actually.  I will be home just a few hours after him. Poor guy, he will be almost ready for bed then and I will probably be all wound up.  Ah, well, such is life.

Wish me luck on my new adventure. I haven't worked outside the home in 2 years.

A Lazy Kind of Weekend

My housework is finished, the last load of laundry is almost done and the dinner prep is completed. Time to take a break. It's never a good idea for me to get on the computer before I get the needed things done, or they don't get done. I've been thinking all day about what to post for my 100th post. Ana suggested I write about my first memory that makes me happy. Great suggestion, thanks Ana.

I did think about it, I suppose for most people that would be a childhood memory of some sort. Not for me though and it made me sort of shy away from those thoughts. I'm gonna think on that one some more. Cause it sorta fits in with some other emerging thoughts and they don't seem quite ready to pop to the fore ground yet.  So instead you get to hear about my weekend.

The weather got really warm, mid 80's, that's more like July weather for us. It made getting everything done easier. It's just so much easier to get up and get moving when the sun is shining and the windows are open. We were up and out of the house to start necessary errands at 7:30 Saturday morning. That's pretty much unheard of for us, but we needed to get the stuff done and Musicman was going to be doing some work for my brother later in the morning.

Once he got home from the work he was doing for my brother there were more errands to be done. I spent most of the afternoon trailing around behind Musicman while he did some shopping for stuff he needed. I wasn't too interested in the stuff he was looking at, so I wandered around in the general vicinity of him, looking at stuff through kinky eyes. It is kind of amazing the stuff you see differently when you look.

One store offered a fine selection of bamboo rods, meant for staking plants. Naturally that's not what spanko me saw. For a half a second when I first spotted them, I thought of mentioning them to Musicman and what my spanko friends would do with them. Then I came to my senses and moved on without uttering a word. I don't think I am all that ready to learn what a cane feels like. I'm glad I didn't point it out cause just two rows over Musicman was testing out all the grill brushes for swingability, and commenting on how each might feel.   I suppose when he is seeing pervertables everywhere there is no longer any doubt he is a spanko too.

We were going to start opening the pool this weekend and we talked about the fact that I could really use a new bathing suit. I haven't had one in a while and I have lost quite a bit of weight so a new one is a good idea. I really didn't want to go bathing suit shopping. Musicman pointed out the fact that I rarely wear one anyway so we skipped it.  Since the kids are grown and we have a lock on the privacy fence that surrounds the pool, if I wear anything at all to swim in it is usually just a thong. Guess I could get some new thongs, but I so rarely wear even that much to swim in it didn't seem necessary. I just wasn't much in a shopping mood, I did however get a new windchime for the porch and an herb garden for my windowsill.

After a long busy day we had some dinner and showers and drove out to my favorite firefly watching spot.  Unfortunately, it seems it's a little early yet for the fireflies to be out. Oh well, probably soon. It was a pleasant drive and since it is a familiar one Musicman let his hands roam while driving, one of the advantages of skirts without panties. We fell asleep watching movies, getting old is so much fun.

Musicman did discover Sunday morning that the way to wake a naked wife is not with the flogger. He had woken up before me and pulled me into his arms and woke me up with his roaming hands. When he started softly with the flogger it was so soothing it was putting me back to sleep. A few sharper strikes with it wasn't motivating me to move too much either.  Since his cock was awake and wanting some attention he figured maybe the spoon would get me moving, it did. Sunday morning sex is a great way to start the day, it also made it about noon before we were through with breakfast and ready to get started with some work on the pool.

After a few hours of very physical labor on the pool I was pretty stinky and ready to stop for the day. By the time I was out of the shower Musicman had finished up what he had been working on so he hopped in the shower. Since we were home alone and the only thing better then Sunday morning sex is Sunday afternoon sex we decided to go for round two.  Afterwards while I was making dinner he would stroll into the kitchen and lift my skirt to swat or rub or pinch, then he would wander back out. Wander in again and put his hands down my sun top and pinch and fondle my breasts, then wander back out.  It's really a miracle I didn't burn dinner with all the distractions.

After dinner we went for a nice ride, we saw some adorable baby geese and watched an entire lane of cars stop to let the turtle cross the road. We watched the sunset over the beaches and had some ice cream on the way home, chocolate extreme blizzard for me.  That's my kind of weekend, slow and lazy with plenty of playtime, but also getting the necessary things done.

Sunday Afternoon Spanking

One of the things Musicman told me during a recent discussion about TTWD is that he didn't see it as much of a change for us. He just sees it as upping the intensity of things. In most ways I would say I agree. It hasn't really changed much in our daily lives. Our roles within our relationship have been firmly established for a long time. I would say though that spanking is an effective new tool to help me when I get stuck in a hormone driven menopausal meltdown.

When we both worked fulltime and the kids were younger and life was just so busy, we didn't have much "us" time. We even had a time when the kids were little that we scheduled time for sex. I remember it was Wednesday nights. The reason we picked Wednesday was because we always made time for sex on the weekends, but we wanted more, so Wednesdays it was.

Now we don't need to schedule time as our life has slowed down considerably. However, we are still in the habit of taking advantage of the time and available energy on the weekends for some more involved and energetic romps. It is not unusual for us to retire to our room very early on Saturday's to play.

Unfortunately that was not the case this past Saturday evening as Musicman was a bit under the weather. We had a great day together doing some shopping and errands. I found some small things I needed for the paddle I am making, and clothespins.

I laughed when he asked me why I needed the clothespins since we already had some. The look on his face when I told him the ones we had were the wrong kind cracked me up. I'm still not sure he realizes that clothespins can be considered a pervertable or why I wanted that particular style. I guess if he doesn't figure it out I will tell him at some point.

While I was a bit disappointed about not having playtime Saturday night, I was more upset that he was not feeling well. I really had nothing to complain about as far as playtime since we had been together Friday night and again Saturday morning. Really, it would not be too cool of me to complain about only having sex once a day. It would be kind of like complaining that I only orgasmed 5 or 6 times as opposed to double digits. That never gets me any sympathy.

Sunday was a bit of an odd day. I had woken up from a terrible nightmare and was a bit off. I let things get to me and just got stressed out. I cry when I'm stressed, not very productive, but there it is. Musicman was busy with things he needed to get done, but he checked on me frequently to see how I was doing. I stayed busy and by mid afternoon was better. Our son had been in and out all day. Playtime was not even on my radar.

I'm not sure if it was on Musicman's radar or if it was the email I had sent him that put it on his radar. I had sent him an email earlier in the week, just kind of clarifying and reinforcing some things. As usual, I forgot to tell him I sent it. Oh well, he apparently found it while I was making dinner.

I suspect that because after dinner I was taken up to our room and was soon naked and bent over the edge of the lounge. The hairbrush got a pretty decent workout. I was off in Lala land after the second stroke. At one point he reached for my hair to guide me upright. He was saying something to me, not sure what, I don't hear too well when I'm lost in the fog that way. When I didn't say anything I found myself being pushed back down and the hairbrush came into play again.  And then hands, and mouth and other delicious body parts.

Many orgasms later he lifted me up to guide me to the bed. It is only a few feet away, but if he had let go of me at that point I would most likely have fallen over. That's how out of it I was at that point, lost in the nirvana of ecstasy and incapable of coherent thought or action. I didn't need to think though as he told me exactly what he wanted. I was very happy to give him everything he wanted, and I did, twice. I like the way he is upping the intensity.

The Nor'easter

I can't believe it's been five days since I wrote something. It wasn't because I had nothing to say, as if that ever happens.  Quite the contrary actually, we had a great weekend. Then I woke up sick Monday morning. I've been lost in a fever haze for the last 2 days, too weak to even get out of bed for other then the most basic things. It wasn't pretty, it wasn't sexy, I was stuck in my own little world of misery.

I'm finally feeling human today, I've showered and instead of nasty old sweats I put a skirt on, that always makes me feel better. I've never been great at remembering the details and when you add in the lost days things get really hazy.

Musicman had read my blog shortly after dinner Friday evening. I found that out about five minutes after our son went out for the evening. That's about how long it took for him to take me up to our bedroom and undress me. I remember a lovely spanking and some knock your socks off playtime. I do believe we covered everything in the post and more, a few times.

The funny thing is the most prominent memory is wondering if the neighbors heard us. It had been unseasonably warm on Friday and I had opened some of the bedroom windows and blinds. Our bedroom faces the street.  I never even thought to close the blinds until about halfway through the warm up spanking. Musicman had already taken care of that.

I also remember Musicman putting his hand over my mouth a couple different times. He does that when I get loud, it usually just makes me louder. I'm not good with volume control, especially when I know the house is empty. It's a good possibility they heard something. Does that make me an exhibitionist since it doesn't bother me a bit that the neighbors might have heard?

Saturday morning dawned 50 degrees colder then the previous day, brrr. I hauled myself out of a cozy warm bed and left Musicman to sleep while I took our daughter to work. I had been answering comments on here until time to leave when she called and said she didn't have to go in. Score!!!!

I went back up to our room, stripped and crawled back into bed, snuggled up to a nice warm Musicman and fell asleep. I was woken a few hours later by Musicman's hands roaming all over my body. That is my favorite way to wake up, a close second would be a good morning spanking. I got that too and plenty of sexy playtime.  It was some time after noon when I finally hauled a sore and sated body out of bed and into the shower.

Other then showering and dressing we exerted enough energy to see a movie and get takeout. By then the rains and wind that blew in with the Nor'easter were picking up. We soon were home and tucked in for the rest of the weekend. We watched movies and the race and cooked together and hung out and had one fast and furious encounter on Sunday afternoon.

It all seems so far away now and a lot of the details gone with the last few days of illness, but the feelings of contentment and satisfaction and love are still there. The Nor'easter has blown through and the sun is back out. I'm feeling much more my spunky self. Maybe I can get a do over and skip the illness part, afterall, while I might have been ill, I wasn't stressed at all.