Friday, November 24, 2017

So this happened

 As mentioned in a previous post, it's been right about one month now since Merry has spanked me.
My choice.
Ours is a one-way-spanking consensual relationship.
We don't switch. She spanks me; we both enjoy it that way.
However, she does not have authority to say, "Now." She needs my consent. Once she has my consent, she can and does beat my bottom quite hard.
Unlike some guys who complain, on line anyway, about not getting spanked often enough to satisfy them, Merry would and will happily spank my bottom daily, twice daily, or on one Saturday in October, four times in one day.
It doesn't take much to initiate. A couple words, like  "My bottom..." And we're off.
So, we've been on a hiatus after I got my knickers in a twist over something so stupid that I've forgotten what it was, and at that time, I declared, "No more spankings until I am over this."
I'm good at holding grudges, and I held onto this one until well after I'd forgotten the incident that started it.
The desire (yearning) for a stinging throbbing bottom returned to me and overcame the grudge I was holding.
I asked Merry for an appointment for a belated birthday caning, using the 24" rattan cane I recently received from Wish.
My birthday was two weeks ago, but I was so sick with a cold, I rarely got out of bed or off the couch.
In the two days preceding the appointment, I received from Wish an 18" long leather strap and a second rattan cane.
So, day of:
We took our pitty, Donna, to a groomer for a bath and etc.
And returned home.
Merry arranged for Stitch to take Babyman, her thirty-something son who was staying with us for the long weekend, into the back patio to give it a hosing down and scrubbing.  Stitch has seen and even filmed the activity between Merry and me. Babyman is developmentally challenged and we'd prefer to not completely expose him to our lifestyle. We planned to be in our bedroom with closed door, but if there should be noise, audible from the outside of the door, questions might be asked.
In the bedroom, we made space so she could swing an implement, and brought in an stool, such that I could bend over, and lean on it.
I stripped naked except for socks (hardwood uncarpeted floor) and bent over.
A picture of my untouched bottom:
She applied 62 smacks of the strap:
Then 62 of one cane:

Then 62 strokes of the other:
Then 62 with the firts-used strap:
Followed by some nose-to-the-door time:

After a few minutes, she told me to go take a shower, as I was a bit sweaty.
On my return, we had some intimate time on the bed, resulting in much pleasure for her.

I said, "It's been a long time. I want a hard spanking, the kind that makes me grit my teeth to keep quiet."
She said, "Sure," and told me to go fetch whatever implement from our large collection that I thought would best produce the desired results.
I went, and returned with a 15" ling, 2 1/2" wide hardwood paddle.
She took it from me, I stripped, and bent over the stool, and she delivered 61 zingers to my bottom.

Then we cuddled in bed, until the groomer called, telling us to come pick up our 80 pound brat.
We dressed and went out.
End of story?
It's still early Friday evening. Maybe I'll get another dose.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Society of Strict Wives and Their Husbands (featuring the art of Glenmore)

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You've been told: you are to receive a severe spanking.

You are told to get naked.

Having stripped  to your tighty whities, you hesitate.

Then you take them down. 

You bend over the chair.

She approaches, carrying the heavy paddle.

You know it's going to hurt, a lot

You hope that you can keep yourself from crying this time, but you know you probably can't.

You forlornly hope it won't go on for very long.

But you know it will seem like forever.

When Mom visits

You hoped this would never happen, but you secretly knew it would.
Every time Mother visited, or you visited her, she spanked you, for some reason, or no reason at all.
This time, Mother was visiting, while your fiance was there.
Mother asked her, "Have you started spanking him yet?"
"Well, no..." she answered.
Mother said, "Well, let me show you..."
And Mother turned to you, and said, "Get ready."
Obediently, you strip to your briefs, and go over her lap, as Mother talks to Ann.
Mother takes down your briefs, and begins slapping your bare bottom with her hand, long and hard.
You're old enough and big enough that it doesn't really hurt.  It's just so embarrassing to be spanked like this while your fiance is watching.
Then Mother says, "Ann, get the hairbrush out of my purse."
And you think, "Oh, now it's going to hurt. I hope I don't cry, like I did last time."
As the hair brush slaps your bottom, you know such hopes are in vain. 

Well, I think I'm ready.

I haven't been spanked in almost a month now.  
Considering this is a recreational activity between Merry and me that we both enjoy ... me, having a red bottom, and Merry causing it to be so...  this has been a bit of deprivation for both of us.
All on my say-so.  I put a stop to it, out of spite for long-forgotten reason.
Then, I got sick.  
Just a cold.  An annoying, nagging cold, that came on Nov 4, and only now, 2 and a half weeks later, has shown signs of relenting.

So, any readers familiar with the app called "Wish"?
One can order any matter of merchandise for, well, cheap, sometimes, free...just pay for shipping/mailing, and expect to wait, as it comes from China.
So, I filled out an order, just to try it out, for this and that and the other, with one such item being a rattan 24" cane ... which arrived on the 21st, yesterday.

My thought, perhaps intention, is to ask Merry, probably by email, for an appointment to be given a belated birthday caning.

The bummer:  Merry is going to pick up her 2nd youngest son (not THAT young, very early 30s) on Wednesday afternoon to come stay with us through Thanksgiving, until Sunday night.
We will have the privacy of our bedroom, but... just not a lot of room in there.  We won't have the whole apartment from which to  choose an appropriate locale.
Ah well.   

Knees on stool, head on ground

This looks like a highly effective position, but at my advanced age, I think I would get dizzy from blood rushing to the head, and my knees would hurt a lot more than my bottom.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Nov 13 On hiatus, maybe?

To my readers, both of you:

Looks like I haven't posted here since  4th of Nov.
That would have been ... my last time at work, before tonight (now).
When I got off work the morning of the 4th, I commenced a 10 night stay-home-vacation,  just four nights off from work book ended by my usual three nights off before and after.
Events planned... an overnight sleep study at a clinic for Tues/Wednesday, check in at 2100 on Tuesday, out at 1700 on Wednesday
On the 10th, my birthday, a sight seeing trip to Ventura, which we didn't have time for when we took our trip to Solvang.
Saturday,  the Marketplace at Sanctuary during the day, followed by a party there or at Threshold at night.
Friday night, Merry and I had gone to dinner, met with her new sub-in-consideration, then went to a play party.   My throat was scratchy, and I was already in a 'mood'  due to conversations we had prior to this about  spanking-no spanking.
Somewhere around Nov 1, I had told her, "just don't ask me about spankings at all until I suggest otherwise"
 so Merry played a bit, with the s-i-c.  I declined, and we went home
By Saturday (4th) I knew I was sick or getting it.
Just a cold.  No ick symptoms associated with a flu.  Just sore throat, head ache, fatigue, congestion.
I hardly moved out of bed on Saturday except to couch to watch college football.  I moved even less, Sunday ... Monday...
Tuesday, I asked Merry to call in sick on the sleep study, and reschedule.   She did, tho' I had to call n reschedule again, when that date conflicted with things at work.
Sick Wednesday   Thursday  
Friday, no trip to Ventura. We talked about at least going out to dinner for my birthday,  but  ...I didn't want to get off the couch.
Saturday,  I at least got up for a shower, thinking to go to the Marketplace, but when M came home from errands and offered my the choice, I said, I'd really rather not.  So, back to couch.
She wanted to meet up with her s-i-c and made arrangements to have him pick her up to go to a party... then she started feeling sick, the kind that keeps her close to a friendly toilet, and she cancelled him.
She was going to go to a rope class with her BF on Sunday,  then she cancelled on him too.
Sunday, I was able to get up and catch up on a bunch of shows on the DVR before they were gone forever (we are changing cable providers on Nov 14).  Knocked out 12 hours worth.
By Monday,  I was able to go down the stairs and get the mail.
First time I had been outside the front door, since we returned home late Friday (the 3rd) night.
And I went to a dr appointment as a follow up for urinalysis done some time ago.   Nothing there, so no UTIs for me.
Just gotta watch for any symptoms of prostatitis, which have significantly diminished over recent weeks.
A1C at 6.3 which googling indicates "pre diabetes".
Doctor again said, "Cut out sugar and starch, stick to protein and vegetables"  and I'll see him again in 2.5 months. 
Talked to Sunshine on arrival at home 1645, and again on leaving for work 17:15

Moving on:  
For some years, I've had unlimited internet access at work. No filters in use.
Well, a couple months ago, the hammer came down...filters were clamped on.
I can no longer use  the company internet wi-fi for  xHam, Sp-Tu, Flkr, Tmbr, a host of blogger sites, that are marked 'adult' ....
a bunch of places from which I usually draw inspiration.
I don't know my way around enough to try bypassing the filter via a proxy.
I did figure out that I could look at those and other sites by turning off the wifi on my phone, and using the 4G.
Then I saw the data charges I am incurring because I don't pay for an unlimited data plan, and we, the family, have 4 phones on this plan.
  As I just turned up in research, the real culprit causing the date overage charges is Merry's #4, who has the 4th phone on our plan.  Something I shall be addressing with Merry.
Anyway, I've decided to cut WAY down on porn surfing  on my phone on 4G.
And I'm still sick: I feel no 'desire'. I don't have the little devil on my shoulder, whispering, "Feed your fetish!"
Plus, that conversation with Merry:  putting a temporary, maybe, halt to our actual related activities.
Essentially, I'm not ... interested, and if I'm not interested, I'm not looking ... at porn, I'm not obsessing, I'm not creating, I'm not writing, I'm not fantasizing...

So I think I'll return to watching t.v. or videos at night.
I still want to finish Curb Your Enthusiasm, and I'm 32 half hour eps away from doing that.
And at home, I started up on The West Wing again, getting halfway through season 1. 
So, I'll continue my nights at work...
  Watching videos.

  Until such a time as the compulsion hits me, and I return.

Good night and good luck.
So Long and thanks for all the fish.