Thursday, December 31, 2015

I came home early... Written by Eric

Eric wrapped up his business trip earlier than planned so he ended up catching an earlier flight.  He arrived home to find the lights on and music playing but nobody was downstairs.  Dropping his bag by the door he headed upstairs to change and as he entered their room he could hear heavy moaning from the closet. As he slid open the door there was Amy lying on the floor with large vibrators filling both holes. 

She was startled but before she could say anything, he pulled out both toys and pulled her to her feet.  Young lady he said, I thought we had agreed that you would not masturbate when I wasn't home.  Sheepishly she answered that she had been fantasizing all day and wanted to cum.  A deal is a deal he responded.  Now get out of this closet immediately he barked.

He pulled off the white T shirt she was wearing revealing a beautiful body.  Just before his business trip she had gone to be waxed so everything still looked neatly groomed.

He pulled her hair together and then used it to lead her over to the bed.  He had gone to the toy box and returned with restraints where he placed her on her stomach and securely tied all of her limbs.  You need to learn that there are always consequences when you go against what we agreed upon he whispered in her ear.

He started out spanking her at a gentle pace and firmness just getting her warmed up for the main event. She craved regular spankings so this actually felt good to her.  He stopped briefly and through the hair which had fallen across her face she could see him picking up the hairbrush. Here it comes she thought!

As promised, he delivered a series of stinging blows until her ass was crimson red and her flesh felt on fire. As their relationship seasoned, he had learned how to take her further down the road of enduring some harsh punishment.  She had never been this far before but as much as it hurt right now she knew it would be perfect in a little while.

So you want to cum do you he asked sarcastically?  I'll take care of that for you he said as he applied some lube and forced his firm cock into her tight ass bareback.  She winced at the size she was forced to take with only the warm up from the closet time.  Next he pulled out a large dildo that she had never seen before and slid it into her moist pussy.  Her pussy lips were swollen with anticipation and wrapped easily around the thick toy.

For the next 20 minutes he forcefully fucked her holes.  The familiar beads of sweat building on her lower back told him she was approaching a climax.  He increased the roughness and felt her body shutter as she was forced to orgasm.

He untied her, cleaned up in the sink and then stuck his cock into her mouth so she could finish him off.  He came with bursts of warm, sticky liquid cascading into her mouth.  As is their custom, he looked her in the eye and said "show me".  She opened her mouth revealing a mouthful of white liquid.  "Okay" he said allowing her to swallow his load.

See what bad girls get when they don't follow the rules he said.  She said if that is your idea of a punishment then I'm going to start breaking all of the rules!

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Twas the night before Christmas; ttwd style

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a bad girl was blogging, all focus on spouse;
The floggers were hung in the closet with care,
In hopes that an HOH soon would be there;

The naughty was noted, wives marched to their beds,
While visions of spankings danced in their heads,
My girl in her panties, the spoon in my hand,
I started the lecture, so she'd understand-

When out of her mouth, she poked me with chatter
"Straight to the corner!  I'll deal with this matter!"
Away down the hallway I flew like a flash,
Tore open the toy box, and surveyed the stash.

The moon, on her bottom, this woman I know,
Gave light to the canvas I soon would bestow,
My dominant love, which would be made clear,
With a rash of paddling, upon her pert rear.

With a chair in the center, my belt ready to lick,
She was over my knee, lively and quick.
More rapid than ever, the warm up, it came,
And she whimpered, and squirmed, and called me by name:

"I'm sorry!  I mean it!  I promise!  I will!"
Her ass got red and her pleas became shrill.
From my hand, to the paddle, the flogger; recall?
"Now slap away! Smack away! Spank away all!"

 This thing that we do, brings peace to our home,
 And reassures me, that I'm never alone.
 From Amy to Eric, you make things just right,
 Happy Spanking to all, and to all a good night.

Monday, December 14, 2015

"Bring the hairbrush to lunch"

Yesterday I poked the bear.  It was a good day.  I should be high as a kite.  This morning, teetering on the edge.

The deal is, I absolutely love Eric.  The work situation has us apart way too much.  I try not to whine or complain. I try not to let it take away from the time we do have together.  Unfortunately, it comes across as combative and let's face it, childish.  Understand, it's really a cry - "Show me you love me!  Show me you care!" -because apparently all of the "I love yous" in the world aren't enough.  Sigh.  I'm a mess.

Anyway...

I'm too tired to type this properly.  The long story short is Eric left for work before I was even out of bed. He called to see if he could meet me for lunch but instead of being happy and giddy about the whole thing, I got mouthy and rather bratty.  He shut me up with one statement.

"Oh, and honey, be sure you put the hairbrush in your purse before work.  We'll be having a conversation on the way to the restaurant."

I froze and truth be told, melted right there in our bedroom.  Why that was such a turn on, I will never know.

Three hours later, we were pulled over on the side of the road and I was getting my bare bottom smacked with that flat wooden hairbrush.  Lunch had a rather uncomfortable sting to it - yet somehow, my mood had switched to Mrs. Happy-As-Hell.

Can't explain it but sure loved it.

On a side note, the other instruction was "no panties" but I ignored that part.  Eric took it well but said we would be revisiting the hairbrush on our way to lunch again tomorrow, and every day after until I figure out how to follow directions.  (No, Pearl.  Not submissive. LOL)

Until then.

Good night Blog land!

Amy

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Poke the bear! "Go ahead, spank me if you dare."

We left off with,
"KISS MY ... (photo of my ass)"
sent to Eric's phone.

I watched in anticipation, expecting a swift reply.
There was none.  Hmmm.  Playing hard to get?

I paced around the kitchen and then went to the laundry room to check on the load from earlier.

Swish, swish, swish.  The dryer spun and the hum of the washer filled my ears.

There is no way for me to type how LOUDLY I suddenly screamed when Eric came out of nowhere and had me bent over the machine.

"Think you can poke the bear, do you?" he spoke directly in my ear.

I pushed off the washer, heart racing, and began a tirade of "How dare you scare me like that?!"; arms flailing, hands pressing his chest back against the wall.

It's hard to sound angry when the man you love is truly doing his best not to bust out laughing at the fit you are attempting to throw.  The twinkle in his eye is a dead give-away and that grin behind gritted teeth keeps appearing despite his best attempt to look serious.

"You're not exactly the tough girl I was expecting," he teased.  "It's almost a shame to have to spank you now."

"Go ahead," I retorted.  "Spank me if you dare."

Eric reached for the belt on his jeans and I took off, through the side door and out into the rain.  I dashed around the house sure he'd be right behind me but once in the backyard, I found myself alone. Cautiously I looked back around the corner.  No Eric.  I went to the side door and slowly turned the knob.  LOCKED! I raced to the sliding door in back.  Also locked but there he was, standing behind the glass, shaking his head and sipping MY COFFEE!

The rain was not coming down lightly and I'm sure I looked like a drowned rat.

"Let me in!" I squeaked.

"Nope," said the bear.  "Not going to do it."

"Damn it ERIC!  It's cold out here.  Let me in!"

"Nope," said the bear again.  "You can't come in here.  You'll get the floor wet!"

Oh how I huffed and puffed.  Oh how I stewed and stomped.

"Do you want to come in, honey?" he finally asked sweetly.

I nodded.

"Then take off all your clothes," he stated.

Oh the glare, if looks could kill, but I did it.  Stripped right down to nothing and then watched in dismay as he walked away.  (Thankfully he was back a second later, carrying a big fluffy towel.)

"Come here, you silly girl," he said wrapping my shivering body in his warm embrace.

"You're mean!" I pouted, grateful to be in his arms.  He walked me upstairs and started a warm shower.  I headed toward the toilet.

"Hold on there," Eric said grabbing my hand.  "I want to get something clear before you take off."

The water sounded in the background and I suddenly became aware of how badly I had to pee.

"In a minute," I said trying to pull away.  "I can't wait."

Eric held tightly to my wrist and sat on the spanking chair.  He forced me on his lap so we were eye to eye.

"I'll let you know when you can go.  You're not Amy 51..." the lecture began.  I half listened.  He went on and on.  I couldn't focus.

"I have to go," I whined.  "I'm not kidding."

Eric did not believe me.

"I'm going to pee on you!" I threatened.

"Oh really, Ms. 49," he teased, tickling me and forcing me to bounce around his lap.

"I'm not kidding!" I yelled and then, it happened.  I peed all over his jeans.  I guarantee, the look on both of our faces was priceless and we were both speechless.  That moment hung in the air for an eternity and then we laughed so hard we cried.

Shower for two.  Laundry for sure.  Amazing soapy sex in between.

Evening fell and dinner was lighthearted and fun.

"Do you want to watch a movie before bed?" I naively asked.

"Sure," Eric replied, an evil smirk crossing his lips, "as soon as I redden your ass for all of the shenanigans this morning."

My eyes grew wide and I audibly swallowed.

"But... I thought... didn't we..." I was sort of laughing, sort of looking cute, sort of seriously not in the mood. Eric stood stoic. Not a hint of humor.

"Upstairs NOW, young lady."

He grabbed the back of my arm and together we marched to our room.  The spanking chair came out, center stage, and I cooperated with the removal of each piece of clothing.  Eric was extremely deliberate in his actions.  Shirt over head, bra unhooked, pants off, panties down; everything folded neatly on the end table.

"You know better than to poke the bear, don't you?" he said sternly and I begrudgingly nodded thinking this was not nearly as fun as I had anticipated earlier in the day.  Eric went to the implement drawer and brought out the wooden spoon, hairbrush and leather paddle.

"Before we begin," he said with all of the seriousness of a eulogy, "do you need to pee?"

My eye caught his just as we both burst out laughing.  Then I was over his knee, getting one hell of a spanking.

Hand, hand, hand
Spoon, spoon, spoon
Paddle, paddle, paddle

Red Ass Amy.

My buns sizzled.  My mind relaxed.  My sense of peace and calm returned.

Eric led me to the corner and told me to kneel.  The coolness of the air in the room soothed my fiery bottom and I heard him pick the hairbrush off the end table.

"Thought I forgot this one?" he asked rhetorically.  "Close your eyes and put your hands on the wall."

I did and Eric proceeded to brush my hair.

"I love you," he said, gently making me whole again.  "I love you, Sweet Pee."

Bloggers instigate Sunday playtime

Eric ran out to the store.  I got my lazy butt out of bed and started a load of laundry.

Coffee in hand, I read from my blog list.

Jan "snapped" at her husband. "Did you really just do that!!"... oh, she did.

Ella posted a list of lovely words Sam says that get her going. "Across my knee"... oh, he does.

My belly now burns with mischievousness.

I do not consider myself a submissive wife.

Eric and I play throughout most of our days.  He spanks to help me thrive, fulfill my fantasies and help reset my mind when I get overwhelmed.  True punishment spankings - still exploring.

Today, I want to play.

"ERIC!"  I text in all caps.

"I'm taking over. Amy 51.  Eric 49."

He responds immediately.

"Don't poke the bear, young lady."

My juices start to flow.

I write "KISS MY" and send a picture of my ass.

It's on.

I can't wait.

Wake up, Amy

Finals are done.  The semester is over.  One more down and the weight of school has lifted for a month.

Why then, am I anxious and panicked, feeling as though I'm floundering and out-of-control?  My belly has a tornado brewing inside.  It spins full of shame from my past, fear about the future, guilt, hurt, pain.  It reminds me of everything I long to forget.

Christmas is less than two weeks away.  Eric will be home for the next five days and then is gone until after the new year.  He keeps me grounded, helps me thrive.  I worry that I'm too emotionally dependent on him. For me, it is a fear that he will leave; will not always be here.  It's the situation.  He loves me.  I know.

I tell myself, I'm solid.  Just coming off a long four months.  There is intense joy and love in my heart; there is also loneliness. I try to keep the balance.

Sleep.

Sleep will fix it all.

Sleep; dreaming of being in his arms.

Sleep; his lips kissing mine.

Sleep; our laughter spilling out over the room.

Sleep; running and playing and making love over and over again.

"Amy?"

I hear my name and feel Eric on the edge of the bed.

"Amy, honey.  Wake up.  It's almost one o'clock!"

I blink, bleary eyed in his direction.  There is wind and rain crashing against the windows, the outside shrouded in dark clouds.  I am lost.  No sense of time or space.

Who am I?  Where are we?

"I'm not leaving you," Eric says, obviously having read what I'd written so far.

His eyes confirm his words.  They stare deeply into mine and don't waiver even the slightest bit.

He makes me smile.

I believe him.

He is not a dream.

He is real.

Wake up, Amy.

Wake up.

Enjoy the day.

Enjoy the man.

I love you, Eric.  I truly, truly do.

Amy

PS- I need a spanking.  I've been so overloaded.  Clear my head, darling.  Give me the reset so I can enjoy YOU before you have to go again.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Repeat - anticipation and the bullwhip sans photo

I waited in the kitchen until Eric came for me.

In the bathroom, he seductively unzipped my coat and placed it on the floor of the closet.  He removed my shirt and panties.  There was nothing else to take away.  I turned to move into the bedroom but he stopped me, kissing my lips passionately and then going down on his knees.

One by one, Eric slowly zipped tall black high heeled boots up my calves.  He attached a red and black satin collar around my neck, traced metal clasps down my spine, and hooked a loop around my middle. Hands cuffed behind my back, locked into the hooks, we moved into the bedroom.

Face down, over the bed, eyes closed.

"Take a deep breath," he said and the smell of leather filled my nostrils.  "I'll give you a proper warm up while you drink in the scent of our new toy."

His hand across my bottom, thirty or forty times, rubbing my cheeks between sets of ten.  The swats began lightly, then built until the rosy heat satisfied his eyes and his palm.

"Are you afraid of this?" he asked, gently stroking my body with the still wound bullwhip.  I nodded, unable to speak while under his spell.

"One day you will answer yes sir, my dear," he stated and the circular hoop of the bound whip softly tapped at my left cheek.  Three spanks on each side.  Each spank growing in intensity.  The lower part of the loop scalding the soft fleshy skin where my bottom meets my thigh.

"This is not to whip you, darling," his voice brought comfort and strength to the room and my nerves.  "I want you to learn to trust me.  I bought this to bind your hands, tie you to our bed and teach your brain to shut off while I take care of you."

"So I'm not getting a bull for Christmas after all?" my voice found itself as I pouted in reference to his earlier joke.

With that, Eric undid my hands and flipped me over, onto my back.

"Hold this," he stated, handing the bullwhip to me and arching my knees in welcoming triangles outlining my secret spot.

Eric placed a clothes pin on each lip of my peach and I winced in pain.  My mind, which tends to race in a million directions, focused on the pinch below and suddenly, my clit came alive with Eric's tongue dancing in and around the cascading sensations.  Pleasure and pain; an overwhelming combination.  He licked and sucked until my lips were full and ripe, the peach juicy and ready for him.

"Hands over head," he said and I did so, still floating from the pleasure between my legs.

Slap. Whoosh.  Slap.  Whoosh.

I jumped as the flogger bit at my nipples and then shimmied down my chest,
the sting causing beads of sweat to build between my breasts.

When I tried to sit up, Eric just shook his head, the flogger raised and ready.

I bit down on my lip and he let loose, three strikes to my chest and then one on my clit.

"Ouch!" I gasped,  my shoulder meeting his hand as I tried to rise. He pushed me back in place.

Slap. Whoosh. Slap.

My breathing became ragged.  My heart raced in my chest.  I reached out and caught the belt around his waist, pulling it open and begging him with my eyes to finish me off.  His huge cock easily leaped from his jeans and I wet my thumb, applying just enough pressure on the tip to make him hard.

Once again, Eric flipped me like a pancake and I was face down on the bed again.

"Spread your cheeks," he said and my hands reached back, opening the backdoor for him to slide in.  In no time, he was deep inside, pounding his hips into my cheeks and filling my ass with his strength. When he was ready,  Eric pulled out and I felt his smooth hot cum spreading across my back.  I sensed it pool along my spine.

Before going for a towel, Eric lay beside my body and gently kissed across my shoulder blades, sweetly stroking my hair and whispering "I love you" into my ear.  (That's when the phone rang and he had to leave; no fault of his own.)

Lightheaded and dazed, Eric placed me in the tub and headed out to work.  Not the plan, but sometimes the way life goes.

I floated in the bubbles, running the previous hour and sensations through my head.
What an amazing morning.
What an amazing man.

Amy

Sunday, December 6, 2015

You are my favorite

We may not be together as much as we like, but Eric can turn me on a dime with a simple text.  Here are my favorites:

  • U R so demanding that I'm going to have to spank u
  • I can wipe that pout off ur face with a kiss
  • Bad girl Amy
  • Kiss your special spot
  • Read all your blogs
  • I can't wait to hold you
  • See you in my dreams pretty girl
  • Good morning Sweet Pea
  • I will take charge and make ur dreams come true
  • I SO missed you today
  • OMG I can't convey how much I miss you
  • You are incredibly sexy today
  • Right up until I strap you to the bench
  • Eric loves Amy
  • Your ass will be kissed with my hand
  • Kiss you all over pretty girl
  • Get your red ass home right now young lady
  • You ARE essential
  • U R a smart ass - a pretty ass too



The Answer to Anticipation - and the Bullwhip (photo)

I waited in the kitchen until Eric came for me.

In the bathroom, he seductively unzipped my coat and placed it on the floor of the closet.  He removed my shirt and panties.  There was nothing else to take away.  I turned to move into the bedroom but he stopped me, kissing my lips passionately and then going down on his knees.

One by one, Eric slowly zipped tall black high heeled boots up my calves.  He attached a red and black satin collar around my neck, traced metal clasps down my spine, and hooked a loop around my middle. Hands cuffed behind my back, locked into the hooks, we moved into the bedroom.

Face down, over the bed, eyes closed.

"Take a deep breath," he said and the smell of leather filled my nostrils.  "I'll give you a proper warm up while you drink in the scent of our new toy."

His hand across my bottom, thirty or forty times, rubbing my cheeks between sets of ten.  The swats began lightly, then built until the rosy heat satisfied his eyes and his palm.

"Are you afraid of this?" he asked, gently stroking my body with the still wound bullwhip.  I nodded, unable to speak while under his spell.

"One day you will answer yes sir, my dear," he stated and the circular hoop of the bound whip softly tapped at my left cheek.  Three spanks on each side.  Each spank growing in intensity.  The lower part of the loop scalding the soft fleshy skin where my bottom meets my thigh.

"This is not to whip you, darling," his voice brought comfort and strength to the room and my nerves.  "I want you to learn to trust me.  I bought this to bind your hands, tie you to our bed and teach your brain to shut off while I take care of you."

"So I'm not getting a bull for Christmas after all?" my voice found itself as I pouted in reference to his earlier joke.

With that, Eric undid my hands and flipped me over, onto my back.

"Hold this," he stated, handing the bullwhip to me and arching my knees in welcoming triangles outlining my secret spot.

Eric placed a clothes pin on each lip of my peach and I winced in pain.  My mind, which tends to race in a million directions, focused on the pinch below and suddenly, my clit came alive with Eric's tongue dancing in and around the cascading sensations.  Pleasure and pain; an overwhelming combination.  He licked and sucked until my lips were full and ripe, the peach juicy and ready for him.

"Hands over head," he said and I did so, still floating from the pleasure between my legs.

Slap. Whoosh.  Slap.  Whoosh.

I jumped as the flogger bit at my nipples and then shimmied down my chest,
the sting causing beads of sweat to build between my breasts.

When I tried to sit up, Eric just shook his head, the flogger raised and ready.

I bit down on my lip and he let loose, three strikes to my chest and then one on my clit.

"Ouch!" I gasped,  my shoulder meeting his hand as I tried to rise. He pushed me back in place.

Slap. Whoosh. Slap.

My breathing became ragged.  My heart raced in my chest.  I reached out and caught the belt around his waist, pulling it open and begging him with my eyes to finish me off.  His huge cock easily leaped from his jeans and I wet my thumb, applying just enough pressure on the tip to make him hard.

Once again, Eric flipped me like a pancake and I was face down on the bed again.

"Spread your cheeks," he said and my hands reached back, opening the backdoor for him to slide in.  In no time, he was deep inside, pounding his hips into my cheeks and filling my ass with his strength. When he was ready,  Eric pulled out and I felt his smooth hot cum spreading across my back.  I sensed it pool along my spine.

Before going for a towel, Eric lay beside my body and gently kissed across my shoulder blades, sweetly stroking my hair and whispering "I love you" into my ear.  (That's when the phone rang and he had to leave; no fault of his own.)

Lightheaded and dazed, Eric placed me in the tub and headed out to work.  Not the plan, but sometimes the way life goes.

I floated in the bubbles, running the previous hour and sensations through my head.
What an amazing morning.
What an amazing man.

Amy

Friday, December 4, 2015

Anticipation

Eric will be home in three hours.

He was delayed three days.

I've been giddy and awake since three o'clock.

Is it Christmas morning?

Has the bull arrived?

I fell asleep to a lecture.

"Young lady, that final better be written and the toy box better be neat and organized, with my new bullwhip right on top.  I want your black boots at the foot of the bed.  The plug must be in place one hour before I walk through the door and no hiding anything.  I can't wait to kiss you but then, once we've had our hello, you will sit at the kitchen table and wait until I call you to our room.  It's a big day for you, Amy.  You will regret telling me to 'man up' my dear."

Did I mention I'd said that?

Uh... a couple of times.  It kind of slipped out when I got the call that his trip had been extended three days and somehow a voice that completely resembled mine stated something like, "Why don't you man up and tell your boss you have a wife that needs you home every once in a blue moon?"  In an attempt to recover, I've been suggesting he "man up" in every conversation we've had since then - in a joking way, so he knows I wasn't serious.  The comment wasn't at all about being a man but about priorities. Although I realize I am at the top of his list, when work steals him away, it feels like I'm merely an afterthought.  I have a feeling, he's going to make sure I feel differently very soon.

Anticipation.

That amazing sensation that takes over mind, body and spirit.

We both have it.  We both crave it.  We both push it's limits.

Today, Eric will push mine. I have no doubt.

Amy

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Three Articles Worth Reading

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The bullwhip has arrived

It's here.

Six woven feet, dark brown, large sturdy handle, the scent of leather.

Eric called.

"Your bullwhip came early," I stated.

"Fantastic!" he replied.

"It looks kinda scary," I ventured.

"I'm not worried," he said.

"But... what if... I mean.... don't you... uh... wouldn't I..." I stammered.

"What makes you think it's for you?" he asked.
"You just might be getting a bull for Christmas."

Huh?

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

A trip through the woods

This morning I woke to a soft dusting of white snow.

Leaves covered with powdered sugar; red, yellow, orange, brown.

"We're going for a drive," Eric said.

He is leaving tonight.  A trip long enough to miss Thanksgiving and his actual birthday.  I know better than to complain.  We've been down that path and it just hurts us both.  I smile and remind myself of all the good times we had last week, yesterday, today.

Eric drives, quite well, with one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on my ass.  He's had me over his lap, spanking me soundly, while maneuvering through traffic more than a couple of times.  I learned early on that being away from home means nothing when it comes to my bare bottom being reddened on the road.
I assumed this spontaneous "drive" was code for a quick reset before I was on my own.

"Pants down," he said, glancing in all of the mirrors to look for other drivers on the windy path up the side of the mountain.

I complied and undid the seat belt to find my way over his knee.

"Not today, Sweetheart," he said pushing me back against the seat.  His fingers slid down my breast, over my belly and onto my peach.  (That's what we call it now, since I don't like the word "pussy".)  OH... the way he can make me feel.  Fingers lightly tapping, stroking, circling; diving deeper and deeper into my wetness.

"Put the seat down, honey," his voice was strong and caressing.  "Relax.  Look at the clouds.  Enjoy this."

I lay back and let his magical hands go to work.  He pinched and tugged at just the right time.  He pulled back the hood, massaged the button and my head went fuzzy.  We hadn't even made it past the first hair pinned turned and I was lost in la-la land.  Twenty minutes of pure breathtaking pleasure.

We stopped for a family of deer.  I noticed him straining to break free from his jeans.  We parked and walked down the frozen path to a little bridge.

"I love you," Eric said as we stood, elbows on the wooden rail, looking down the hill through the forest of trees.

"Then catch me," I yelled, laughing and running to a small little cave under a tall set of wavy branches.  I crouched down and watched as my handsome husband walked toward me, shaking his head at the muddy tracks I'd made and he avoided by sticking to the grass covered ground.

When he reached me, I went to my knees and pulled his belt buckle apart and his zipper down.  I placed him deep into my mouth and searched with my tongue for the soft secret underbelly that I know is quick to make him cum.  Steadily, he pumped between my lips and just as the hot liquid filled my cheeks, he said, "Don't swallow.  I want to see."

I took every drop and then stood, opening my mouth for him to view the gift I had just received.  He smiled and I swallowed.  Pants back on, we walked to the car and my gentleman handed me a bottle of Scope. Always thinking, that one.

"Perfect honey," he said and I gazed into his gorgeous blue eyes.  "Too bad I have to spank you now," he continued, trying to sound sorry about the whole thing.

"Why?" I asked, doe eyed and woozy.  "What did I do?"

Eric pointed to the floor and I looked down at a trail of muddy shoe prints all over the passenger side.  No way to deny that one.  Over his lap I went.  I held onto his leg and closed my eyes as the sweet gentle hands from before carefully pulled the waistband of my pants down to my thighs.

One, two , three, four hard smacks and I was on fire.  His hand, as solid as the wooden spoon at home.

"I want this to last for the next six days," he said and five blows across my left side set a blaze so hot my back melted into a pool of sweat.

"Do you need more?" he asked and this time, instead of staying silent, I told him to feel my back.

Two fingers slid up and down my spine, affording me a moment to breathe and confirming for him, the power he currently had over my body.

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack.

"Sit up."

I did and we drove home contented.

My ass still stings a bit and that was hours ago.

I love this man.

We may be apart, again, but I feel calm and warm and loved.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

We have a ton to be thankful for.

Amy

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

A direct order

"Here is my credit card.

Go online.

Find a leather bullwhip.

Buy it.

I want it here by Tuesday."

OMG...

Tuesday.

Amy

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Say what you want... you just might get it

It's a slow, chore based Sunday.

I've got books spread all over the table, floor and chairs.  Eric is up and down the ladder, cleaning gutters and setting up lights.

"Hey honey," he yelled popping his head in the door.  "I've got to run to Home Depot.  Be back in a bit."

I must have looked horrified because he stopped and walked inside.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

I stammered.  Couldn't find the words.

"What's up Sweetheart?  What's going on?"

"I want you to fuck my ass." I said, straight faced and to the point.

"Pardon?!"

I thought the man was going to fall over.  I don't use words like fuck, pussy or ass.  I'll write them now and then but to speak them, completely not my thing.

"Did you just ask me to...?"  Eric was eyeing me in an am-I-on-candid-camera kind of way.

"I'm having a hard time focusing," I said.  "But I don't feel like a spanking.  I just want you to fuck my ass, rough, and then go to the hardware store.  Is that bad?"

Eric smiled.

It was not bad.

As a matter of fact, it was quite good.

;)

Amy

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Eric's Birthday Surprise

"I think you need a little time with my belt," Eric said, looking at me from across the table at Denny's.  I had just informed him the auto repair bill for an oil change and two light bulbs was over $600 because I had agreed to an intermediate service even though he specifically told me I could wait on it.  He wasn't mad about the money so much as he felt the dealer had taken advantage of me and that I hadn't listened to him.

I took one of his pancakes and ripped it into a heart shape before meeting his eyes with mine.  My utter glee could not be hidden. A huge grin, especially when I'm in trouble, is pretty much a dead give-away that I've got something up my sleeve.

"Okay!" I said with far too much joy.

Eric looked confused so I reached into my purse and pulled out a birthday card.

"Surprise!" I exclaimed.  "We're celebrating your birthday today!!"

He smiled and shook his head, suddenly putting the pieces together - a heart shaped pancake (birthday tradition), a giddy wife who would normally be kicking herself for the car thing and three hours blocked out of the work day for no apparent reason.

"Thank you, Sweetheart." Eric said.  He looked so handsome while reading my heartfelt love letter.  A fresh new haircut, those brilliant blue eyes that reach into my soul and a genuine appreciation for the time I took to write him.

"Very nice." He reached forward and those hands I long for brushed across my arm until his fingers rested in mine and squeezed tight.  "Now I have two reasons to spank you," he whispered and winked.

I was so excited I thought I would pop right out of the booth.  I quickly pulled my hand away and grabbed a second card from my purse.  This one had a gift card in it for $55, one for each year of his life.  We both laughed at the name on the card, "Vanilla Visa".  Not my guy!

After breakfast we headed home, light and flirty conversation, the rest of the world nonexistent.

Not two minutes inside, Eric put on his HOH voice.  "Upstairs young lady!  You're getting the belt today."

I was ecstatic.  Eric keeps his thick black belt hanging in our closet, both a convenience and a reminder to me as we dress each day, and I had hidden his giant birthday gift in that closet. I couldn't have planned it any better.  He opened the door, grabbed the belt and walked into our bedroom.  There was no reaction nor mention of the present.

"Over the bed!" he commanded and I deflated, crushed that he hadn't see that large green and blue wrapped present taking up the entire center of the closet.  Eric broke out laughing and hugged me tight.

"I saw it," he admitted playfully tossing his belt on the spanking chair and sitting on a bench at the foot of our bed.  "Bring it to me," he said, now joining in the excitement and looking just like a kid at Christmas.

I struggled to get that heavy thing out and into the room, but it was so worth it. A few nights earlier, I had been running errands and came across a storage chest with two drawers.  Eric's been saying we need something to keep our toys (spanking implements, sex toys, etc.) in, as my old boot box is starting to tear and overflow. His eyes absolutely lit up when he saw the chest.  He immediately opened the main compartment (Where he found another gift - the flogger!  Also, we want to try a little bondage so I got a deck of how-to cards, a collar/cuff set and lovers tape.) and the drawers.  We pulled out all of our paraphernalia and went about arranging everything.
Well, you seriously cannot have all that stuff out and not use it!  Suffice to say, we had a blast.  I did get spanked with his belt for the auto dealer faux pas.  I also took 55 birthday spankings with the hair brush.  Believe it or not, I suggested we try out the flogger; okay, I suggested I try it out on him.  Guess what?  That got me 55 more! (Though he did let me "show" him ONE time what it felt like.)  And somewhere, in between all that spanking, I got a pearl necklace from a very satisfied birthday boy.  He even drew a heart on me with a sharpie.  Ahhh.  I love that man.

By 2 pm I was sitting in my office, buns on fire, head lost in the clouds.  
Such a fun day.
Happy Birthday, Eric!!
Amy

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Do you ever reverse roles? Spank the HOH?

Eric is out of town on his birthday so I'm surprising him tomorrow - a little more than a week early.

I've got lots of plans and lots of gifts but I'm wondering about the tradition of spanking the birthday person.

We just recently discovered that we both like him spanking me, but we've never flipped it.  I have no desire to punish him, nor do I think he would have an interest in that.  However, a birthday spanking and a pinch to grow an inch?  He is getting a flogger as one of his gifts (sounded too good to pass up).  Dare I try it on him first?!

Amy

Sunday, November 15, 2015

"Apparently somebody needs a spanking." Part Two

The quiet drive home let the layers of guilt I was taking on fill my head.  How could I put him through that and then not give him a heads up when it was over?  Why would I challenge him when he'd spent the last week truly being there for me?

The knot in my stomach grew and I just wanted to run away or curl up in a corner and retreat.

"Dinner on the table," Eric said, handing over the packages from the backseat of the car.  "And your panties come off," he added giving my bottom a sound smack as I exited the garage.

Plates, napkins, glasses.  Robotic, I managed to get everything in place before he came to the dining room.

"It's going to be a big night for you Amy," he said and leading me into the living room, bent me over the couch and raised my dress once again.  "Spread your cheeks," he commanded and the knot grew as a cold dab of lube pressed into my starfish, followed by the largest plug we own.  Tears of shame began to form in my eyes but before they could grow, Eric had me upright and seated at the table.

 "I want you to tell me all of the things you panicked about this week that turned out not to be a big deal," he stated but I couldn't speak.  

"Eat your food," he said pointing to my plate but I shook my head, uncomfortably aware of the plug and overcome with a sick feeling.

"Young lady," Eric's tone became one of confident control.  "You will stay there until every last thing on that plate is gone.  We can enjoy our meal together or you can sit in silence but either way, overreacting ends tonight."

I didn't say a word but ate my food and listened as Eric actually chatted about his job, his younger brother and his plans for our backyard.  He was relaxed and easy to be with.  His laughter spilled out following a tale about his childhood and he caught me smiling.  By the time dinner was done, we were almost playful in our washing of the dishes and at one point, he kissed me and said, "Honey, you've got to let things go."  

Upstairs, Eric unzipped my dress and hung it over the spanking chair (phew, not going there).  Then he undressed while I chatted in his ear about how much I missed him, what LOL days were like and ...

Suddenly, Eric's relaxed demeanor changed and gripping my shoulders, took me to my knees.

"That's enough chatter Amy," he stated, positioning himself right in front of me.  "You didn't want to talk at dinner so you're not going to talk now."  

Eric pulled a small rope from the chair where my dress lay (where did that come from?) and tied my hands behind my back.  Then he put his soft cock between my lips and instructed, "Make me hard."

My mouth went to work, tongue to tip, up and down as he ballooned inside of me.  Without my hands, he slipped and slid off to one side, out the corner, in all directions.  Each time, he'd gently swat a breast, an arm, a cheek. 

"Try again," he'd command.

Finally, Eric was rock solid and feeling rather accomplished, I breathed a sigh of relief.  On my feet, bent over the bed, I clasped my fingers together as he pulled out the plug.

"This is for me, Amy Lynn." Eric said putting a condom on. His huge shaft dove in where the plug had been until his balls rested up against my backside.  His hands held tightly to my hips and he rode in and out of me, forceful and strong, taking my ass one thrust at a time.  He was not gentle, like the first time, but he didn't hurt me either.  With each plunge I felt a sense of relief and my inner walls and clit began to glow.

Eric didn't cum.  He was very close but just when I was sure he would, he pulled out.  The condom came off and he untied my hands.  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reach for his pants and yank the belt from it's waist.  Without warning, the black leather smacked in quick hard succession ten times straight across my bottom.  I yelped and grasped at the bedding, determined to take what he thought I deserved.

Ass on fire, Eric threw the belt on the floor and turned me over on my back.  He grabbed my wrists and held my hands down close to my ears.  

"Don't move," he threatened, "Or I'm getting the belt again."

Then he stepped back and spread my legs, his fast wet tongue flicking around my clit and diving into my walls.  I moaned and my breathing intensified.  I told him I was close and he slapped my ass hard.  

"Not yet."

A few more licks and Eric was back on the bed with me.  He slid passionately inside and loved me deeply until we both came.

I could have stayed in his arms forever.



"Apparently somebody needs a spanking." Part One

It had been a terrible week.  Eric spent days listening to me cry on the phone about my job being in jeopardy, my friendships falling apart, and my schoolwork overwhelming me.

"Are you sure you aren't overreacting?" he would ask.  In response, I would blubber through all the evidence I had, proving my world was falling apart and causing him to feel terrible about not being home to help me.

Eric was on the road, knew I needed a reset and to be held, but wasn't available.  Self discipline, my coping method of the past, is no longer allowed so he did his best to talk me through my anxiety, push me to stay calm and ride it out.  I was, for all intensive purposes, an emotional wreck. The last two days of his trip, we had no way to communicate.  By Friday, he returned keyed up and expecting to spend the entire weekend rescuing his beaten down wife and bringing me back to life.

Well, call it a girl thing or whatever, I had such a great Wednesday and Thursday, I barely remembered all the crap that was still alive and boiling in his head.  Love Our Lurkers day introduced me to a number of new potential friends and it turns out, the one relationship I had been so stressed about was solved with a quick lunch and realization that we had both just been too busy to chat.  Work was smooth sailing and my homework was only overwhelming until I quit crying to Eric and buckled down to get it done.  Problems solved.  I was fine... I just hadn't let him know everything was better.

We met at a restaurant and Eric hugged me intensely before sitting on the same side of the booth, holding me close the entire time we scanned the menu.  We ordered and he took my face in his hands, eye to eye, while he apologized for not being there when I needed him and promised to make things right now that he was home.

"I'm fine," I said, nonchalantly sipping a tequila sunrise.

His teeth clenched as I continued.

"Friends, all good.  Work, no problem.  School, back on top of it."

The waitress walked by to refill water at the table next to ours and Eric waved her over.

"We'll take our food to go," he said.  "Apparently somebody needs a spanking."

My mind raced, embarrassed that he had implied to our server that "spanking" was part of our relationship and my eyes popped open wide as Eric's gentle embrace became a tight grip on my arm.

"I'm fine," I stammered and then whispered,  "I don't need a spanking anymore."

"Are you kidding me with this?!" he scowled and I was sure everyone in the place suddenly stopped talking. "You put us both through hell for days and now, everything is just fine?!"

Eric released my arm and stared forward until the food arrived, neatly packaged in boxes and bags.  He paid the tab and we walked to the car in silence, a dark cloud hanging uncomfortably in the air around us.  Once the door slammed shut, he turned and calmly began to speak.

"Honey, I asked you multiple times if you were overreacting about everything in your head.  You assured me, actually convinced me, everything was crashing around you and now suddenly its fine.  I can't hit a moving target, Sweetheart.  I need you to work with me."

As I type these words, I realize Eric was being kind and caring, doing his best to tell me he is there for me but that we need to make sure my anxiety is real and not all in my head.  However, I didn't get that at the time and the bratty one inside responded with, "Maybe YOU are the one who is overreacting right now!"

Eric took a very deep breath, started the car and held onto the steering wheel while he looked out into the parking lot.  After a few moments went by, he ordered me to sit on my hands.

"What?" I asked, not sure I had heard him correctly.

"Sit on your hands, NOW." he repeated and I jumped into action.

Eric reached over and pulled my dress up to my crotch and spread my legs apart.  His large hand rested firmly on that soft tender flesh of my left inner thigh.  I knew what was coming.  I squeezed my eyes shut and suddenly three sharp slaps reigned down, leaving Eric's hand print red and raised on my pale skin.  Tears welled up in my eyes and we began the drive home.  I dared not move.

(Have to finish later...)




Saturday, November 14, 2015

Saturday - my heart goes out to those in Paris

I rarely look at the news.  Life is hard enough without seeing all of the trauma and drama that media tends to display in a graphically extreme sensationalist manner.

The fact is,
             we all breathe.
                                We all eat.
                                            We all sleep.
                                                            We all feel.... love, hate, sadness, fear, joy, pain, happiness, despair, hope.

My heart goes out to those in Paris today.

Compassion.

Bring back the Bear Hug.

Hold the hand of a little one.

Connect.

Smile.

Outshine evil.



Friday, November 13, 2015

Calling all bloggers - please advise my husband! Help a girl out. :)

Happy Love Our Lurkers Day!

I've been lurking around and realize, having just started down this path in July, there is a MUCH bigger world out there than we ever imagined.  I've been whining lately because Eric will be traveling for work the last two weeks of December.  Boo hoo.  Well, today I'm brushing away those tears and asking you bloggers to send Eric my Christmas Wish List (seriously, he does owe me on this one).  Educate him on all of your favorites so I can experience them too.  For example, I've never read anything spanking related other than Fifty Shades of Gray - tell him your favorites and where to get them please!  We don't own a flogger.  Is that a mistake?  I'm not sure what a "strop" is.  Are we missing out?  And what about that leather spanking bench?  Is it scary to be strapped in?  So many things to try.

Oh! And I changed the settings so you can post anonymously if you prefer.  Share your favorites!  (Sex toys too.  :)  Eric will be home January 4th and like I said, he owes me for this one.)

X's and O's,
Amy

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Happy LOL Day Two!



Howdy Y'all,

Thank you for being there for us and encouraging our journey!

X's and O's

Amy and Eric

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Lovin' Our Lurkers!!!


Ready for January 4

I'm just whining now.

Eric left his work schedule on the counter and I saw it.

He's flying out Thanksgiving Day and won't be home until December 2.

Thanksgiving - meh.  His birthday?  BIG POUT.

I can deal.  I'll have plenty of school work to occupy my time and we'll celebrate later.

Then I turned the page.

He's gone December 18 until January 3.  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!!  He did this trip last year but it was the first two weeks in the month, not the last two.

Grrrrrrrrrr.

Thank you for listening.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Blogland.... give us the lowdown please

A counter... someone had a count of days since her last spanking... fun to watch!  How do we get it?

Blogs we follow - how do we get the list to update so when we start to follow someone new, they are added?

Lurkers?  Explain please.

Google plus... what exactly is it and should we be on it?

Subscribe?  Again, please clarify.

Comments - they mean so much.  How do we get more?

Other advice?

Thank you!!

Amy (and Eric from afar)

"I want to know" - A hard spanking; belt, paddle, spatula, spoon (photo)

"Show me," Eric said handing over his thick black leather belt. "I want to know."

I folded it in half, grasping tightly to the buckle and the tapered end, and swung as hard as I could.  The middle of the belt soared from my right hand, wrapped itself around the left side of my body and landed sharply on my right cheek. A red stinging square of pain formed and embarrassed, I looked over at Eric.

"Thank you," he responded, kissing my forehead and taking the belt from my hands.

I was single for a long time before we met.  I had children to raise, a full time job, financial worries and a myriad of anxieties that plagued me regularly.

Like everyone else, I learned to cope.  Sleepless nights would put my brain on overload and I'd devour caffeine and 5 hour energy shots to stay awake all day.  Stress would weigh on me so I'd eat fast food and candy bars to calm my nerves.  Fear would creep in and I'd run through the woods until I could barely breathe just to shake the anxiety. When I felt like I couldn't do anything well, couldn't keep up or wanted to give up, I'd "self discipline".  Those were dark days and difficult times.  It's the rarest of occasions that I ever go back but when necessary, I figured out what works for me.

Some people drink or do drugs. Some people cut themselves.  I understand why. In my case, emotional drama is altered quickly and effectively with physical pain. My brain shuts down all of the trauma in my head, focused only on my blazing cheeks, and I'm able to begin again.

About four years ago, I worked on changing my coping techniques by finding ways to be kind to myself rather than self destructive.  I learned that sleepless nights could be cured with a one hour massage over lunch or a power nap in the middle of the day.  Stress eating truly made me feel worse, so I'd hit the gym instead.  Reducing anxiety by desperation running became journal writing in a quiet space and when I did run, it was to feel strong and alive.  I even discovered that playing solitaire helped my brain focus when a million things were bringing me down. Something about putting the cards in order cleared the clutter and allowed me to tune back in.  Oh, and cleaning the house or vacuuming also proved to settle down the frantic thoughts in my head.  By the time I met Eric, I was very much on the road to being a happy, motivated, authentically driven girl.  Through consistent love and support, he enhanced every bit of the healthy me and wound his way into my heart.

It is only recently that Eric and I discovered we both have a taste for a non-vanilla relationship.  We've dabbled with dd, ttwd and this blog since July.  As we experiment and get closer, we've learned quite a bit about ourselves and one another.

Before being sent to the beach (Brilliant man - just what I needed to catch up!), I had found myself creeping toward the edge of "overwhelmed and floundering" a few too many times. Eric knew I needed a reset and he struggled with being on the road when I found myself at my worst.  I brushed off his feelings.

"No worries," I stated.  "I can take care of myself."

I've always wanted a partner but even after a few years of being together, I'm still learning what that means. To a man who works very hard at being my rock, the statement, "I can take care of myself" was rather hurtful to him. Thus began our "self discipline" conversation.

"I want to know what you would do and how you would do it," he insisted, "so I can better understand how to be there for you."

The vulnerable side of me wanted to run for the hills.

"I don't want you to feel like you ever have to go through anything on your own again."

Eric is very convincing.

Reluctantly, I showed him.  I showed him with the belt and told him about my past with the paddle, spatula and spoon.  He said he will no longer worry about physically hurting me by going too far.  I've been much harder on myself than he'd ever be.

In the end, Eric led me to the closet where my years of self discipline used to take place.  He turned me toward the racks of hanging clothes, bent me over and told me to hold on tight to a shelf halfway down the wall.

Three sound spanks with a heavy wooden cutting board and my bottom was on fire.

Eric wrapped his arms around my shoulders and held me so close, I could feel his breathing against my chest.

"I'm taking this away from you," he said tenderly kissing my lips.  "No more self discipline.  When you need it, I'll give it to you, but together we're going to work on you not needing it ever again."

That was yesterday and I basked in every word he said, but this morning when I woke up anxious about school and worried about work, and he was gone for four days again; I went down that path of insecure doubt.

"What if he leaves me?  What if I'm not good enough for him?  What if I disappoint or fail him? What if he gets tired of me or finds somebody else?"

I truly want and need to change the catastrophic thinking. It's a habit I began when I was alone and figured if I expected the worst, I could handle the actual.

I could use another trip to the closet and a "reset" today but with Eric on the road, I got a massage instead.  I also took the time to write this blog, hoping that any of you in the same situation will find some peace in knowing your are not the only one.

I'm starting to see that Eric wants to be there for me not just through the good times, but through all times. My relationship with him certainly matters more than my ability to "take care of myself" so I'll wait until he gets home. In the meantime, I'll work on positive ways to cope with me.  Spa anyone?

Amy

Monday, November 2, 2015

Last night at the beach - capzasin in play

"Go to the drugstore, sweetheart, and cover that sexy ass of yours to keep you focused one more day."

The beach resort has been wonderful - though it would have been so much better if I wasn't doing homework and if Eric was with me.  I've done a combination of blogging, homework, beach strolling, homework and relaxing; more homework.

This morning Eric called and when I admitted I'd spent three hours yesterday catching up on blog land, and then mentioned someone missing her Scotsman and using capzasin as a reminder - well, the rest is history.

Now I'm on the hotel bed, buns on fire, trying to focus on homework and dreaming of being back in Eric's arms.  He won't be home until Thursday and I return to the work grind tomorrow.

Until then....

What's new ladies?  I haven't heard from any of you in awhile.

Blondie?  Wilma?  Susie?  What's going on in your world?

Amy

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Consequences - how nice to be grounded

"Get up."

His voice was stern and it was 4 o'clock in the morning.

"I said, get up."

He pulled the covers from my body and I curled into a ball, trying to make sense of the orders, the darkness, the moment.

My bottom was exposed and in the perfect position for a loud slap, which is exactly what I heard when Eric's hand landed square on my right cheek, jolting me awake and into an upright stance.

"I'm awake!" I yelled and he laughed, moving in for a quick kiss before taking my hand and pulling me toward the back of the room.

"Come with me, young lady!" 

Again, that stern authoritative tone came through and I stumbled in the darkness until I found myself over his lap on the spanking chair that seems to get used far too often lately.

"Thursday you got punished for not keeping up," Eric said as he rubbed my cheeks, warming them for the early morning inevitable.  

"Today," he continued, "I'm going to motivate you to get on top of your school work."

I was still bleary eyed and half with it when that strong masculine hand came crashing down on my tender behind.

Smack, smack, smack.

"You had better not waste a minute over the next three days," he threatened and I agreed as he continued to rain down spank after spank.

My cheeks sizzling, Eric finally stopped and stood me upright.

"You have five minutes to get dressed," he stated and pointed to the lighted bathroom where he'd laid out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, some undergarments and my toothbrush.

"Why are you..."

Before I could finish the sentence, I was back over his knee for another round of hard smacks.

Spank, spank, spank.

"There is no time to question me, young lady," he stated and pushing me towards the bathroom a second time, mentioned "You now have only three minutes to get ready."

I covered my ass fast and with thirty seconds to spare, was back in our room.

Eric led me downstairs to the front door and I saw my backpack, a small suitcase and my laptop lined up on the floor.  Completely confused, I looked into his eyes and saw that look of incredible love that I fall for every time.  He kissed me deeply and held me in his arms.

"I know this hasn't been easy," he began, "but I'm really proud of you and you are doing an amazing job.  I realize you have too much on your plate and I need you to catch up so I'm sending you away for three nights to get completely on top of things while I'm at work. Consider yourself grounded, Sweet Pea.  No texting and no talking.  Just get your work done."

My eyes grew huge.

"Where am I going?!"  I squeaked, thinking of the Halloween plans I had made with my girlfriends who also have kids out of the house.

Eric smiled and the lights of an airport shuttle pulled up outside our home.

"You'll see," he said quietly and walked me to the van.  Once inside, he kissed me passionately and handed me a ticket to our favorite beach resort.  "I only wish I could be there with you."

Eric slammed the door and eight hours later, I'm here!  After a sound spanking and a long flight, I've been grounded.  :)  I can hear the waves outside my window and have a perfect view of the crashing surf.  My homework is spread out on the other bed and I'm determined to get completely caught up and show Eric that I can and will finish this semester, despite my falling behind.  

Thank you, Darling!!!!  I won't let you down.

Amy

PS - You packed your cologne scented t-shirt in my bag!!  Awww.  You know I always sleep in that when you're away.  I LOVE YOU ERIC!!!!!

Friday, October 30, 2015

Paying the price - more than just a spanking

Eric's instructions were clear.

"Four things, Sweetheart.  Nothing on but a black thong.  The butt plug in place.  The implement box on the dresser, with the blind wand across the top.  Pillows off the bed."

I flipped and flopped all night, knowing full well that Eric was very serious about these consequences.  We'd been playing around on the phone, laughing about little flirtatious infractions that were used to get our juices flowing before he came home again.  A mouthy text.  A naughty picture.  My smart ass.  Then he asked for "the list" and I copped to the real deal.  It was more "real" than he expected.

"Are you truly that far behind?!"

Eric's text was clearly not foreplay.

Thursday morning came, 7am, and I did the "four things", including the butt plug with a little dab of lube so it would slide in easily.  I had to get the gel out of the closet and inside, I found a silky smooth winter coat that I love wearing at the snow and I put it on, leaving the zipper down low so the curve of my breasts would just peak through.  I was admiring how the jacket gave me shape, cinched around the middle and flaring out past my waist, and I heard the front door open announcing that Eric was home.  His roller bag skidded on the tile, his brief case clunked on the end table and his footsteps sounded purposeful coming up the stairs.

Eric's serious face softened when he found me, wide eyed and playful in my snow jacket.  He shook his head slightly and undid the belt, seductively unzipping the coat and sliding it off my shoulders.

"You look incredible darling," he said kissing me passionately, his hand gently placed at the base of my skull.  Our soft lips reached out to each other and his tongue danced over my teeth.  I relaxed, realizing it had been far too long since we'd seen one another for him to want to punish me this morning.  My tongue danced back and my hands went to undo the belt on his pants but the strong comforting hand on my head suddenly tightened it's grip throughout my hair and Eric pulled away.

"Not today, Amy Lynn," the stern voice and serious face returning.  "You're going to get it, as promised, before anything else today."

I swallowed and followed as he made his way around the bed to the implement box.  He examined the wand and swished it through the air a couple of times. The sound alone sending chills down my spine.

"On your knees, on the bed," he ordered and I scrambled as he reached in the box, pulling out a small rope that he used to tie my wrists to the headboard.  Then he brought out a black leather riding crop which he gently ran up and down my shoulders, back, butt and legs.  I lay on my stomach and bent my knees, feet in the air, as I got wet from the tantalizing strokes on my skin.

"Feet down," he said, and I did so until the crop slithered down my spine and my right knee bent again.

WHACK!

The crop came down on the bottom of my foot.

"Ouch!" I yelped and my legs lay flat.

"I said, get on your knees," Eric repeated and the crop smacked against the back of each thigh.

I rose slightly to my knees, approximately half of what he was looking for, embarrassed to have my butt in the air.

"More!" he snapped and again the tool pelted my thigh.  The riding crop is intimidating in appearance only.  Eric knows this.  When I did not move, he crossed over to the box again and this time pulled out a brightly colored ping pong paddle.  A warm up.  My bottom took it well.  Pink hue and slight heat to the surface.  Twenty or so soft swats and the thong was removed, the paddle replaced and the blind wand in hand.

My wrists were tied, but I could see what was coming and the lecture that had begun was rather indicative of the pain I was about to endure.  My mind raced and I allowed my hands to twist as I rolled onto my back, protecting my poor bottom from the welts of that rod.

"Turn over," the demand left no room for interpretation yet I still did not move.

Eric paused and looked at me lying there, naked before him. His left hand cupped and covered my special spot and he told me to spread my legs.

At the very beginning of ttwd, Eric and I discovered my inner thigh is a very sensitive spot and when he cannot dish out a traditional spanking, that area seems highly affected by just a few slaps; leaving a lasting impression.

My legs parted and Eric raised the wand.  I heard the swish in the air and just as it would have landed, I closed my legs and he missed.

I'm not sure if the shock on my face was greater than the look on Eric's, but we both were a little surprised at my deliberate avoidance of the wand and an uncomfortable silence hung in the air. Eric put the wand down and returned to the box.  He placed a satin blindfold over my eyes and again commanded, "Spread your legs, Amy."

I knew what was coming and I really didn't want it.  The wand has a sharp bite to it and on my bottom, it stings like a swarm of angry bees.  On my thigh, it burns like a barelegged trip through a patch of thorny roses.  I clenched my teeth and bit down as the rod swung straight to my inner right thigh, leaving a raised red welt of pain that would surly leave a mark.  Two more tracks of the unforgiving tool and surprisingly, Eric's fingers slid into my wet lower lips and began to ride the area he had so graciously covered.  As the sting subsided and his speed increased, I slid my hands from the rope (he's so good to me, always leaving me an out) and undid his belt, zipper and pants, blindly bringing him out of his work clothes.

"I need to finish punishing you," Eric said, his fingers not showing any sign of slowing their exploration of my swollen walls.  He pulled at my hips and coerced my feet to the floor so I was bent over the bed.

"I'm going to get the paddle downstairs," he said and as his hand pulled away, he took the butt plug with him.

"No," I squeaked, ready to try something new that he'd been wanting since we'd met.  "Take me instead," I said and reaching back, spread my cheeks to expose the starfish he'd been dreaming of so long.

"Are you sure?" he questioned and I nodded, grateful the blindfold was still in place so I wouldn't see the size I would soon have to endure.  Eric placed a condom over himself and generously lubed the end.  Then he gently slid himself into my ass; going slowly enough that I wouldn't clench up, wouldn't tear and wouldn't change my mind.  He felt strong and solid; much like he does when he makes love to me, but filling my ass instead.

I inhaled sharply when Eric started to pull back and then again when he thrust forward.  He rode my ass in and out, just like his fingers had done in the front, and then when it was clear I could take him, handed me a pink vibrating hummingbird. The bird brought my clit to the table and the shaft alternated in time with Eric. My lower half completely came alive.  My inner thigh was still on fire and now the heat from him sliding throughout my bottom, the hummingbird singing and our bodies colliding; we both came.

Eric got dressed to go to the office and I threw on his t-shirt and a pair of shorts while cleaning up the implement box and making the bed.

"Are you okay honey?" he asked, sweetly stroking my face and kissing my lips.

"Yes," I said shyly, deeply amazed at what we had done and even more so, that I had enjoyed it so much.

Smiling we went to the kitchen and I grabbed a water from the fridge.  When I turned to shut the door, Eric suddenly bent me over the counter and before I knew what was happening, spanked me HARD with the infamous paddle six times across the right side.  I jumped up and grabbing my cheek, danced around the kitchen in front of him.

"Don't you ever get this far behind again, young lady," he said, proudly grinning at the fact that he'd lit me up faster and more intensely than ever before.  I rubbed my bottom and allowed the sensations to clear my mind and relax my body as he marched me to the corner of the room.

"Nose in place," his hand kneaded my behind as he whispered in my ear.

"3 minutes and then you can get ready for work.  You made me very happy today. I love you, Sweet Pea."

I stood perfectly still until the door shut and then raced upstairs to get dressed and back to the vanilla world.  I glanced in the mirror at the marks on my still throbbing bottom.  Red hot cheeks, a couple of lines across my hamstrings and two raised welts on that inner thigh.

I felt good.  No.  I felt amazing.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Tomorrow - "Have the wand off the blinds before I get home, young lady"

Eric didn't tell me he was going to be home tomorrow.  He waited until I'd texted the list of six infractions I'd been harboring.  Two are mild, most likely thrown in to make the others not seem so bad.  Two are bad, stupid stuff where I truly know better. Two are really, really bad.

I had a meeting at 3pm and Eric purposely called the minute I went into it so I'd have voicemail that could be replayed over and over again.  When I returned to my desk, there were three messages.

Message one simply said,  "You had better get your mind right tonight because tomorrow morning your ass is mine.  7am.  I expect you to be in the corner, butt plug in place, implement box on the dresser and all pillows off the bed.  By the end of the hour, you will have your focus back.  That is a promise."

Message two was short but to the point.  "One more thing, Amy.  Take the wand off the blinds and have it sitting on top of the implement box.  You think about that while you're falling asleep tonight."

And, message number three.  "Hi Sweetheart.  This message is not about tomorrow.  I was just thinking about how incredible you are, how beautiful and intelligent and wonderful.  I am so lucky to have you in my life and I'm not going to let you down.  This is for you.  This is all about you.  Sweet dreams. Good night."

Yes, my stomach is flip flopping and I'm craving my man coming home.  I'm so conflicted.  I want, I want, I want... but then I get.  Scary!!!!!

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

I know it's coming - spanked by Friday

Eric asked me about the paper I had set out to write all weekend.

It hasn't been started.

He questioned how the online classes are coming.

I replied, "You took my computer away."

Am I crazy?!

What the heck what I thinking?

We were on the phone and I could hear the steam coming from his ears.

Eric is on the road for two or three more days.

"I've been way too lenient on you," he stated.

"It appears you need a much firmer hand so your lesson lasts 20 hours rather than 20 minutes."

He told me to check out some bloggers with photos so I would have a visual to think about.

He told me there is a butt plug in his drawer and I should plan on wearing it whatever day he comes home.

He told me this will be a day that I will never forget.

I find I'm biting my lip often, imagining what he has planned.

There are butterflies and a bit of fear... but I'm excited as well.

It's so hard getting through it; but it's such a high when he's done.

There I go, biting that lip again.

Amy

Monday, October 26, 2015

Spankings and Anal Sex... I'm throwing it out there...

"I'm going to spank you and then I'm going to fuck your ass so you learn your lesson once and for all," said the handsome loving man that I am so grateful to have across from me at the dinner table.  

I scowled and he giggled.

We have never had anal sex.  He has brought it up a million times in a million different ways.  

"Would you?"

"Have you?"

"May I?"

This time he went the ttwd route...  but deep down I know he would never force me.  He's just looking for the nod to try something new.

Help me out.

Do you?

Have you?

Should I?

Amy

Spanked with a belt

Eric came home and expected to find me with my nose in a book working on my school work.

I was in the front yard talking to a neighbor.

The computer was on with Blondie's blog up on the screen.

I was marched upstairs.

Over the bed, pants down around my ankles, his belt off and flying through the air.

Eric has perfected a sharp stinging slap with just the last five inches of a black basket weave belt.

He doesn't fold it over,

doesn't hit hard,

but leaves my ass red and tender for hours.

*This was two weeks ago.... I actually thought I was getting the computer back that day.  NOT!

Finally.... October 26th the computer grounding has been lifted!!

I missed blog land!

How is everyone?  What is new?  Talk to me ladies!!!!

Amy




Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Red Ass Amy

Red Ass Amy is going without her computer until all homework is caught up.

The slotted spoon, hairbrush and my hand have spoken.

Eric

Sunday, October 4, 2015

I'm going to light up your ass when I get home

Eric caught me... and it wasn't pretty.
I'll be standing in class tomorrow.

Friday was so lovely.  Yes, I got spanked bare bottomed and otk with that dreaded slotted spoon but I also got playfully wrestled with, passionately kissed and was able to surprise my man with a lunchtime treat that left us both in la la land.

Eric left that evening and I finished the day dreamily replaying lunch in my head.

Saturday came and my plan was to alternate cleaning with studying, studying with cleaning.  I ran five miles and then found myself at a mall 100 miles away, trying on pretty things and feeling sexy and loved.  I imagined Eric coming home and making love to me for hours on end.  I tested different perfumes, tried on revealing little nighties and toyed with the idea of getting a bracelet to visually remind me of all the good times whenever I get down about him not being home much.  I bought a gift for a friend and then thought it would be fun to surprise my darling by waxing everything away, leaving a smooth path for his touch.  I got home at four - started a load of laundry and cleaned the bathroom.  A girlfriend called at five and I threw on my cowgirl boots and we headed to a bar; I told her it needed to be an early night.

Saturday ended badly.  My friend and I were at the bar for two hours when one of Eric's coworkers came in with his wife and joined our table.  I don't think they were trying to be mean but there were a lot of comments made about how lonely I must be with a husband who travels so much and on and on.  I excused myself after awhile saying that I had to get home to do homework but by the time I arrived, I just disappeared under the covers and let my brain wander back to Friday.  I've been trying really hard not to complain lately and Eric seems a lot happier.  This did not help my attempts at being a contented wife.

By Sunday morning, I was back to that grumpy, insecure, screw this, blah blah blah self.  I tried to get over it by running.  Didn't help.  I tried to eat endless sugary donuts and chocolate ice cream.  Didn't help.  I vacuumed and took three baths.  Didn't help.  Never once did I crack a book.

At 1 o'clock, I drove fifty miles to the nearest Starbucks with wifi so I could start my homework.  I started by ordering a horrendously unhealthy drink and more sugar.  Then I sat for two hours doing work email and once again, ignored my homework.  I gave up and drove home.  Got in bath number four.

My phone beeped.

Text 4:45
Is your homework done Amy?

I gulped.  Eric never texts me on Sundays because he flies the entire day.  The guilt was overwhelming and I replied, "No sir." which is a dead give-away because we joke about my refusal to ever call him "sir" but somehow today I just knew I needed him to really take over.

I watched for a reply.

Nothing.

I paced around the room.

Nothing.

The phone rang and I about jumped through the roof.

"Tell me what happened this weekend, Amy."

I elaborated on how CLEAN the bathroom was, how AHEAD OF THE GAME I was getting with the laundry and how MUCH I love, love, love him.

He went along with my charade and then asked, "What'd you do last night."

The minute he said it, I was clear that he already knew exactly what I had done the night before.  He wasn't angry.  Didn't get cross, but simply said, "I'm going to light up your ass when I get home, young lady."

Then he told me to make a list of everything we need to "talk" about tomorrow.  It will be a miracle if I can sit down for class.

Here is the list:
1.  Have missed three due dates in my least favorite class and did nothing to even attempt to catch up this weekend.
2.  Drove 300 miles for no reason but to try on things we don't need and can't afford while avoiding my homework.
3.  Went to a bar instead of doing homework.
4.  Allowed comments by other people make me question my relationship.
5.  Allowed comments by others to put self doubt in my head - thus making it easy for me to give up on everything I'm working so hard to do.
6. No school work done for an entire weekend. I just want to stop everything and am now starting the week under the gun and stressed beyond belief.

The truth of the matter is, I need a reset badly and Eric figured that out on our phone call.  I went from feeling smart, pretty and loved on Friday to wanting to give up on everything by Sunday.  I hope he doesn't let me off the hook this time.  I hope he makes it count - gives me the lecture, a warm-up spanking, a round with the paddle, corner time, another spanking, the rules for the rest of the week and the threat of a repeat if he doesn't see incredible progress by Thursday.  I don't know if I'll ever cry because of a spanking but I need to cry like it's nobody's business and more importantly, I need to quit wasting time doubting myself and my relationship and get my butt in gear.

Even with tomorrow hanging over my head, I opted to blog instead of doing any homework.  I don't understand my own brain.  I'm so busy thinking of everything that could go wrong if I fall behind, I am getting nothing accomplished.

I do feel better than I did this morning, though.  I love that Eric called me... and even more so that he called me out on doing what is best for me.

Until tomorrow... gosh, I really should at least try to get something done but somehow, I know that isn't going to happen.

Breakfast + a Meeting = Lunchtime Beating

Breakfast on Friday... I was in my groove.  The day was completely mapped out from the first cup of coffee to lights out at 10 pm.  Eric got an earful over toast and eggs.  I didn't think it was bossy or condescending. It was merely a listing of everything that needed to happen, in the order it needed to happen, the way it needed to happen, to make sure it all happened.  I kissed him good-bye at 7:15 on the dot and headed to an 8 o'clock meeting that ran three hours and twenty seven minutes; during which time I had no access to my phone.

Text 8:30
Listen here, young lady.  I've had just about enough of your mouth.  I expect to see the slotted spoon on the table when I get home.  That will remind you that I'm 51

Text 9:46
Ms. 49  You had better come up with a plan to see me at lunch or I will march into your office and pull you out by the arm

Text 10:25
Ignoring me will only make it worse

Text 11:13
Amy, You had better answer or your bottom will pay the price

I got goosebumps... and butterflies.  I blushed and am sure my heart was beating loud enough for the entire office to hear.  It was 11:27 and would take me thirty minutes to get home; completely throwing off the plan for the day.

I abandoned said "plan" and hit the road - texting that I was on the way.  The garage door was still closing when Eric pulled up.  Just enough time for a swish of mouthwash and I greeted him at the door, arms around his neck and a hugely passionate kiss on his lips.

His fingers entangled themselves in my hair and he kissed back, long and luxuriously thrusting his tongue between my lips and teeth, taking my mouth over and making me melt from the inside out.

We pulled apart and I lost myself in his eyes.  It didn't even register that he'd asked a question.

"Amy!"

My mind jolted back and my eyebrows expressed the confusion brought on by his harsh tone.

"I asked if the spoon was on the table." Eric stated with a stern voice that matched the look on his face.

I went red.  Tried to kiss him again.  Attempted to look cute.  Got marched upstairs and sent to the closet where the implement box resides with clear instructions to break out the slotted spoon.

Eric unzipped my dress, slid it off my shoulders and watched as I stepped out of it.  I don't care what the premise of removing my clothes is; the zipper sliding down my back, his hands at my shoulders gently pealing the material from my skin, stepping to the side and standing naked before him - it is sensual, seductive and sexy as hell.

Eric pulled the "spanking chair" away from the wall and in my daze, easily had me over his knee where he took his time slipping my thong halfway down my thighs.

"No warm up today," he stated and the dreaded spoon landed squarely on my sit spot causing my body to tighten around his legs.

Eric smacked my ass five or six times on each side, rubbing both cheeks afterward knowing full well this spoon is the harshest and most painful item we own.

Corner time, out of the question as the clock ticked and we both had to get back to work.

"Over the bed," he stated grabbing the belt buckle on his pants and I knew I was in for more.

His hand slapped my right side once and I heard the clink of the belt work its way through the loops.  A second slap with his hand suddenly turned into nine quick spanks; each a little harder until the last one popped so loudly I rolled to the side trying to get away.

"Oh no you don't!" he snapped and pulled me back around.  His hands held my hips tightly in place and then, to my surprise, his sweet loving lips were caressing the red welted hand print he had left on my ass.  He soothed my skin with gentle sweet kisses.  A moment later, I was on my feet and he was zipping my dress back in place.

We went in the bathroom and straightened our clothes and hair back to a work acceptable appearance.

"I hope you learned your lesson, Amy49," Eric said, half serious and half teasing.

"No way, Eric37," I flirted back.  Without his belt, I easily dropped to my knees taking his jeans down with me and exposing him right at eye level.

"Amy!" he exclaimed and I put my lips fully around his .....

Let me tell you, a surprise blow job in the middle of the day after a lunchtime beating sure makes for a happy couple.  Eventually my list got done.  His list got done.  The pressure of when it would happen, what would happen, and how it would happen was off and it all still happened.

Eric is gone again this weekend and I've spent two days cleaning house and avoiding homework (Hey... I could blog instead of writing my paper!) because, quite frankly, I'm still in la-la land from Friday.

Happy Sunday to all of you love birds!  Make it a good one.  :)