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