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Monday, 27 January 2014

Good weekend after some errors were corrected

Some general bad tempered'ness was dealt with over the weekend, as was  an omission to collect some dry cleaning on Friday, in spite of me  having been reminded twice during the week. This meant that my wife had to go to party on Friday in something other than the dress of her choice. 

For me it turned out to have benefits because she wore some new tight trousers and a jacket with a scarf around her neck. Very sexy outfit when combined with low heels.



The retribution took place on Sunday morning. After her morning cup of tea I was sent to teh bathroom for the bath-brush. Placing me with my hands against the wall she pulled down my pyjama bottoms and told me to stick my butt out. I was scolded for some time whilst she rubbed the back of the brush against my cheeks and then she lifted the brush and struck.

Thirty very hard spanks later and I was left in no doubt as to who is in charge in our home.

I was left in position whilst my wife went off to the bathroom. She returned and stood closeup behind me rubbing her chilled, showered waist and pubes against my hot bottom. Slipping her hand round my front she grasped my penis and asked if I fancied an early morning fuck.


I gurgled a reply in the affirmative and we hit the bed in a tumble of fun. 



She went down on me and then I returned the favour. Penetration is not on the cards because it is painful for her nowadays, but we enjoyed our play and she spanked me across her legs on top of the bed, whilst I rubbed myself underhand. When I was about to come she made me stand by the side of the bed and I wanked to orgasm whilst she spanked my balls and the side of my bottom.


Happiness reigned for the remainder of the day and we went to the cinema to see the "singer with  the cat " movie. 

It was dismally useless and just goes to show how the hype media machine can propel a film into a "must see" without any justification.  Honestly there are much better films out there. 

We returned home and had pasta and then some sex again. Bit like our younger days.


Sunday, 26 January 2014

Speeding towards a caning

Oops. A speeding ticket arrived at the house when I was away for the day and a night. Not good news as it was mine and I have already done a speed awareness course in the last 3 years, so no chance to avoid the penalty points this time. 


Alas, since my wife is aware of the ticket ,there is also no chance to avoid the punishment caning that is headed my way. 

She had left the ticket on the kitchen island for when I got home along with a short scribbled note that just said "Deal with this and I will deal with you"






A previous caning for a parking fine last September left me marked for quite a time and i expect nothing less this time. I will just have to wait and worry until she gets round to it. In the meantime the fine will hurt my wallet and my licence. If only one of those fantasy discipline houses really existed where you could opt for a thrashing instead of paying a penalty fine.

Ah well, my turn with my wife will come when i least expect it and in the meantime i expect this weekend the atmosphere will be frosty inside as well as outside.



Thursday, 23 January 2014

Tight tights




Tights (hose) and leggings and the materials in which they can now make them are well matched to the daring way that women want to dress this winter.

Every day I seem to get a view of a gorgeous bottom framed between a small sweater or jacket and a pair of winter boots.







When you are  inside a bar or an office building the views and exposure can get get pretty racy.












Years ago you only got to see a butt in tights 

if you had made it to the bedroom.






I can't get tights and spankings in tights out of my head these days. 

And after watching this video maybe I should be strapped  like the next guy.





Wednesday, 22 January 2014

Escort roleplay

I have missed writing up quite a few spanking sessions over the last few weeks, including those which occurred last year. The time just goes by and my head has been confused and my libido was not high in late 2013, so my sexual inspiration about spanking and writing about spanking has been at a dismal level. In the last month or so there has been a dramatic improvement in my mental state so I will attempt to be a better blogger (and husband).

In late September I accompanied my wife on a two-day business trip, acting as her driver. As I have described previously, driving her around is quite a pleasing task to take my wife to her different clients and then stay over in an hotel with her. She would need to be staying in the hotel anyway and we do not cost her business any more if there are two of us in the room, providing I pay for my own food and drink. She enjoys being chauffered around and not having to worry about maps and parking.

We had an evening on this particular trip, when she was not entertaining clients and she suggested that we play one of our little games, where she is an Escort arriving at the hotel to have dinner with me, the high powered executive. Supposedly we are just out having dinner, but you know what it is like with Escorts; they are full of ideas to increase their basic fee, and so it was with this one.

I left my wife in the bathroom of our hotel room after I had dressed and then waited downstairs in the bar until she made her entrance. We acted as if we were total strangers, shaking hands, introducing ourselves, asking each other questions, chatting about the weather and what have you.. I had arranged for a taxi and, when we were called by reception to say it had arrived, we set off to a nearby restaurant.

During the meal my “Escort” took off one shoe and played footsie with my crotch underneath the tablecloth.  I pretended not to notice and acted as if I was above that sort of thing.

Over coffee, she enquired in a low voice, if I would like her to come back with me to the hotel?

Nonchalantly I asked her how much and she responded by wanting to know what I had in mind. I told her that I was into spanking and she smiled, informing that would cost extra, quite a bit extra in fact. She would only take a light spanking, she said quietly, but if I had any toys with me she would be happy to deal with me more severely. I stiffened in my pants as she asked me casually, was it me or her who was to be spanked?

In an equally quiet but throaty voice I told her that I liked to be spanked and dealt with like a naughty boy. She laughed and said that she had thought as much adding that  “all you high powered men seem to like being dominated.”

We agreed on a basic fee for an hour, with the rest of the money to be decided during our play and I phoned for the taxi to take us back to the hotel.

Acting like the vamp tease in the back of the taxi, my “Escort” opened her coat,  raised her dress and slipped off her knickers. I caught a glimpse of white flesh above her stocking tops. Leaning across she pressed the scrunched up panties in my hand and whispered that she was sure I was the sort of man who likes wearing girl’s knickers and that I should put them on at the hotel.

When we were back at  Reception I picked up the key and went ahead to the room, whilst my wife slipped away to the bar, as part of the pretence. I don’t know what attention she might have attracted as she sat there alone, looking terrifically sexy. I wondered if she might re-enact a knickerless Sharon Stone manoeuvre on the bar stool, but I figured this was unlikely

Once in my room I pulled the cover from the bed and stripped to my pants. I popped a Viagra and a few minutes later there was knock on the door.

Letting my “escort” into the room she went straight for the bathroom but not before telling me to set out whatever spanking toys I might have with me. I opened my suitcase and withdrew the paddle, a riding crop and the small red whip and placed them on the desktop. She called me into the bathroom.

“I just need to make sure you’re clean. You would be surprised how many gentlemen don’t look after their personal hygiene. Stand in the bath.”

Taking down the shower head she told me to wash myself whilst she sprayed the water. I did as she wished, using the soap gel front and back.

She ignored my erection and dried me off with a towel then took hold of my penis and pulled me into the bedroom.

“Put on those panties and get on your back on the floor” she commanded.

I scrabbled around looking for the black silk knickers and wriggled my way into them. I then dropped to the carpet, first onto all fours and then down onto my front before rolling over.

I gazed up in admiration at the tall figure in stockings and black bra standing over me, with the riding crop flexed in a tight curve between each hand.

“For £200 you get whipped,” my escort wife said, in a cold commanding tone. “For anything else it’s extra. Understand?”

“Yes Miss. Can we do that by card Miss? “


“Oh yeah, sure thing. You think I want a card payment do you?.”

“Sorry Miss. It’s just that I don’t have the cash.”



“Well after I have finished you can crawl off to a cash machine, can’t you? Now be quiet. You’re in for a long night so you can get the money in the morning if I am still here.”

My erect prick was bursting through the tight material of the knickers which did not cover much of my crotch. The “escort” flicked the crop and teased me from my chin to my crotch, gently slapping the leather tab across every part of my body. She spent over ten minutes treating me to a masochist’s dream of a Mistress in her underwear dominating my thoughts and body. With the tab of the crop she explored every hidden part of me and spanked my prick and testicles with excruciating results.

“Roll over!”

Reluctant to have this full frontal session stop I nonetheless  pulled my body round on to one side and then turned completely on to my front. The knickers rode up into the crack of my bottom and offered no protection to my bottom. I love that sensation, resembling as it does, the pull of a tight rope around my scrotum.



With one stockinged foot on the back of my neck she whipped me more seriously on my bare bottom. To me they were just light stings, when compared to the cane, but nonetheless my submission was complete. I moaned, “Yes Mistress, whip me harder Mistress.” She flogged me for a long time and I relished every stroke.


“Kneel up on all fours and kiss my feet.”

 
She stood at the front of my head and began to bring the whip down hard over my bottom and into the crack between my cheeks. Seeking more pain from the crop I spread my knees apart to open my thighs wider and she flogged at my testicles and at the tender skin of the inside of my legs. I kissed and licked her toes in gratitude.

After quite a few minutes of fabulous pleasure she told me to stand. Placing the crop back on the desk she picked up the paddle and looked at me.



“This might be too noisy for a hotel room but if you are a good boy and come back to see me then I might use it another day. For now I will just give you ten quick ones. They will cost you ten pounds each. Agreed?”

“Yes Mistress, please spank me hard.”

“ Stand up then and place your hands on the desk, feet together.”

 I got into position in front of the mirror on the wall of the bedroom. I relished the opportunity to watch the gorgeous figure behind me and my prick strengthened in its desire to escape the knickers.

In a flurry of strokes she cracked the paddle across first one cheek and then the other and the sound of wood on skin reverberated round the room.

When I thought she would stop and started to get away from the desk she just laughed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I forget to tell you it was ten each cheek?”

She did not hold back and those next strokes were ten of the strongest paddle whacks I had ever received. I was sweating with the effort of taking the strokes full on.


“We don’t want to disturb the neighbours do we, so let’s have a change.”

She got on the bed and lay back. “Let’s see how well you can service your Mistress.”

I get down on my knees on the carpet as she opened her legs wide. I did not rush things. Starting with small kisses on the inside of her thighs I gradually took more of the soft folds of her vagina into my mouth and rubbed with my tongue across the hard bone of her mound. She began to come and I pushed and licked harder.

“Very nice,” she moaned as the orgasm subsided. “ Now get the whip and lie here beside me.” She pulled off the tight knickers as I stretched out on the bed.

Slowly and carefully she played with the whip up my thighs and onto my penis. I squirmed in delight.

“Masturbate.”

I grabbed hold of my cock and pumped away.

“Stop.”

She whipped me some more.

“Now again.”




I started pumping and again she brought me to a frustrating halt. This “stop-go” whipping continued for ten minutes or so and I was gagging to finish the job and cream myself.

“No penetration, but you can come on my bottom if you want.”




She turned onto her front and I got on top with my cock nestled in the crease of her cheeks. In only a few seconds I had come.




We tidied up and got into bed. She reminded me of the fee, adding another £50.00 for the whipping. I promised to get the cash in the morning.

“Good boy, now go to sleep.”

As I lay there in the dark with my eyes closed, I felt the vibrations in the mattress as she rubbed herself to orgasm for another two or three times.

Needless to say that I paid my dues the next day and we stopped at a shopping mall on the way home.




Monday, 13 January 2014

How we saw in the New Year

New Years Eve turned out to be a bit of scorcher, in all respects except for the absence of sun, and there was a great deal of fun.

I had been caned hard on the day before, probably more than the 50 strokes which my wife had set as a tariff and that meant that there were 139 strokes still hanging over from the Advent Calendar Game.

My wife called me into the bathroom early that next morning and delivered 20 hard whacks with the bath-brush over my bare bottom.

“That was just to say hello,” she said. “How many strokes do I need to give you before midnight?”

“One hundred and nineteen now,” I volunteered.

“Crikey. Well, let’s get that down to a round one hundred.”

“Nooo,” I whined. “Not with that.”

She ignored me and smacked me for another couple of minutes without stopping.

“Now run along and get breakfast. I want to hit the shops and still have time for a walk this afternoon.”

The glowing sting in my bottom felt good all morning. When she got back from the town I had prepared the food for her sister and husband and  two of our friends and us, for New Years Eve that night. The intention was to have dinner, play some cards and then go the pub just before midnight to watch some fireworks and have a dram to welcome in the year. This group of 6 of us has been getting together every New Year for years now, ever since our children were small when we couldn’t go out dancing the night away. We could get out now I suppose, since they have left our homes, but it is just easier and more comfortable to stay in and use taxis to get about at the end of the night.

As we left for the walk my wife sent me to fetch the cane.

“Leave it on the table,” she instructed. “You can think about what’s going to happen whilst we are walking.”

The weather wasn’t great but it stayed dry and we enjoyed the fresh air. My wife asked me if I was confident that I could hold the upcoming resolutions for the year ahead and I said I would try my best.

“Well I know how to help you when we get home,” she commented with a grin.

Back in the house, when I had finished cleaning our boots in the yard, she picked up the cane and told me to take down my trousers. With barely a pause in the proceedings she laced me twenty times over my pants whilst I was spread-eagled across the table. She made me count each one and thank her for being such a good wife. The beating was fantastic and I relished each hard stroke. She spent a long time landing strokes on the bare skin at the top of my legs which made me wriggle with the pain.

“There now,” she said when she had finished with me. “That should keep you on your toes this evening. Maybe I should tell everyone tonight how you were bent over this table earlier?”

I knew she wouldn’t but if she got too tipsy I wasn’t sure what she might blurt out.

 I busied myself with the preparations but not until I had taken a sneak look in the hall mirror at the red lines on my bottom. They were thrilling to see.



Before the guests arrived I took the cane upstairs and went to shower. My wife was in the bathroom again and she looked great in her party underwear of bra, full black pants and tights, leaning over the sink fixing her make-up. She ignored my wolf whistle and I stripped and showered with some surreptitious rubbing of my erection in the steam of the cubicle.. Handing me a towel she told me to stay as I was and fetch the long paddle and wait in the corner of the bedroom.





I enjoyed the excitement of waiting for her and kept my face in the corner. I felt her come up behind me and take me by the balls under my legs. Pulling me backwards she placed me in the centre of the room and yanked me hard as she told me to bend over.

“Such a naughty boy,” she whispered sexily, as she continued to pull on my testicles, yanking them into my crack.

I crouched over, legs apart, with my hands on my knees as she went over to the bed. The next thing I felt was the paddle swing up between my thighs and landing on my balls. The pain was sharp but I made no move. She slapped them again and again until she got a reaction. The ache in my groin was sore but I still wanted to show her I could take it.

“ More,” she asked.

“Yes but not too hard.”

“Silence. I will decide on your punishment not you.”

She slapped the paddle hard across my cheeks and gave me another 5 in quick succession. I rocked forward on my feet.

“Now six here,” she laughed as she swatted my testicles again.

The spanking continued in this pattern with 6 on my bottom and 6 lighter slaps on my balls. I could feel the pain throughout my lower half and I was in a rapture of submission.

Just looking at the black stockinged feet of my Mistress was enough but here I was, getting a punishment of my dreams. If it wasn’t for the difficulty of remaining bent over I could have wished it to continue all night.

I think that’s thirty but I don’t know,” she said as she stopped and rubbed my bottom with her cool hand.

“Neither do I ma’am. I lost count a long time ago.”

“I need to get a move on now so we will see what happens later. I am not sure we will get through your calendar before the New Year. You can stand now.”

As I moved carefully I protected my sore balls with one hand.

“Do you really like that,” she asked. “Being smacked on the balls?”

“Yes ma’am.  It reminds me who is in charge”

“You had better believe it. Now run along and get dressed. Here you can wash these since you’re so submissive.” She threw me a pair of knickers which she had been wearing that day.

“And make sure they are dry and back in the drawer by tomorrow.”

The evening went well. Everyone enjoyed the food and we had a laugh over the card game. One of the guys suggested strip poker but the girls told us we were way too out of shape for that to interest them and they were not about to sit round the table in their panties. We gave up on the fireworks because it was raining too hard. Instead everyone got stuck into the washing up so it was a communal effort. When the place was tidy again we had coffee and a drink and the taxi arrived about 1'ish.

“So that’s that,”I said as I closed the door behind them. "Another Christmas over.”

“Not quite,” I heard the voice behind me and turned to see my wife had slipped off her skirt and top and stood in her sexy underwear and heels.

“Perhaps we should continue in the sitting room?” she said in a husky voice. “Bring the wine and the little red whip and my vibrator.”



“Yes ma’am.Right now ma’am,” I said with a military salute as I set off upstairs in a rush.




So that was New Year. The whipping she so generously gave me over the settee and the cunnilingus and fucking which followed gave us our own firework show.






Sunday, 5 January 2014

Catching up

Sorry to have been offline for a while. A family crisis involving travel has meant that I was without my laptop for a few days. It also took me away from my wife, which was a shame because we were getting on very well.



We spent the days before New Year together in our home. No guests, no meeting people, just the two of us and we were happy to be so. We dodged the weather and took in a few walks and went to the cinema and I did some household chores.







We had reached Box 16 on the advent calendar by Christmas time and it looked as though that would be as far as we would go. Last Saturday we enjoyed a great session and on the Sunday I made some sort of comment that it looked as though Christmas was over.

Maybe, maybe not, my wife had said.

On the Sunday we took down the festive decorations in the house because there was no going out in the rain. I cooked a roast dinner and my wife did some paperwork in the study. At one point she called me in and handed me a piece of paper and a pen.

“ Sit on the floor and work out how many strokes you need to finish the Advent Calendar,” she instructed..

The answer, I told her was 189.

Looking down at me she asked if I really wanted all those and I responded  in the affirmative.

“In that case we are going to be busy.” She pulled the cane out from under the desk. I had no idea it was there. It usually resides in a box upstairs.

“ Stand up and bend over the desk. I will give you fifty now and the rest tomorrow.”

There was no preparation, no big lead up I just got thrashed. 

She took down my trousers but left my pants on. The strokes were hard and fast. I did not count so I figured she would just stop when she was ready and that’s exactly what happened.

It only took me a few seconds of the cold caning for me to enter sub-space and to be honest I could have taken that cane for an age. It had been such a surprise and my wife had acted so strictly that I felt truly submissive.

Afterwards she put the cane away had told me to get back to the kitchen. It was as if nothing had happened and the last few minutes were a dream. I fastened my trousers back up and went off to cook.

“Good boy,” she said as I left the room.”There might be more tomorrow.”


There  was and I hope to get round to recounting our New Years Eve in a day or so.


Wednesday, 1 January 2014

It's 2014



Whichever way you like your spankings I hope you have a good 2014


An FLR thought  for the New Year goes as follows


         May the cane rise up to beat you.

              May the tab of the crop be always at your back
                              
              May the hairbrush land warm upon your bottom;
                             
              the whip fall soft upon your crotch and until we meet again,

              may your partner hold you in the palm of her hand.


(Apologies to the more religious amongst you)