Wednesday worship 4

Ever since she was a Guide she had always been fascinated by intricate ropework

Sunday spanklet -sp in everything

Being a spanko means that I am unable to read a newspaper or magazine without the conjunction of the letters sp in a word jumping into view from the rest of the text.

I think it comes from my teenage years when I scan read Penthouse and Mayfair for articles on spanking.

I went for a medical  the other day and this sign on the clinic desk  needed a double take.

If you would like speak to spank a member of staff in private 
please talk to the receptionist who will arrange a suitable room.

FFF my week 5

We had visitors over the last weekend so I missed a circuit. Two circuits done. Some swimming.

No weight loss to report. No close monitoring from my spouse as yet. 

I was very distracted at the gym this week by a woman in a very nice tight outfit. 
Good job the bicycle was fixed to the floor or I would have veered off and crashed.

Wednesday worship 3

Not wearing any pants? You'll have to do a forfeit to find out.

Then and now.

As a schoolboy the sound would make his knees buckle,
but now dressed as a schoolboy he craved that whoosh, zip and crack,
when she pulled back her arm and swung the cane.
He held his breath and waited, trying not to cry.



As a schoolboy he had bent in the gym for the plimsoll
and on some occasions in the head's study for the cane.
Dressed as a schoolboy now , he went over her knees or the chairback or maybe the upright bench in her playroom to seek that exquisite fiery pain.












As a schoolboy the trousers went down but not the pants, although  there was that time when the gym teacher had wanted his shorts off.

Dressed as schoolboy now she knows exactly how to caress him over 
his pants and dig in her nails until he was screaming silently  with pleasure.






As a schoolboy he had not stiffened on a spanking until his early teens when a girlfriend
smacked his bottom because he had just smacked hers over her tights and under her skirt.

Dressed as a schoolboy now he was stiff from the beginning of the session 
although it often faded with age and the concentration on the pain. 





As a schoolboy he had handwritten fantasy stories about spanking 
girls in bra and pants and then wanked furiously and cum on his flat stomach.
Dressed as a schoolboy now his fantasy was real but if he was to cum
she would not be pleased. You can do that at home she would say.




It can be costly now, to dress as schoolboy to receive his punishment 
but he has not yet found a playful wife and he can afford his delightful and severe Mistress.

Crack, the cane zipped again. 

Count boy. There are fifty to come and then you get the strap.

Yes ma'am.











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If only he could travel back to those schooldays and start all over again.

Just looking

Fit for Friday -my week 4

Ah well - the football dream is over. My wife had booked a spa day for Sunday when there was a chance we might be playing. She thought it would be a really quiet day there. 





Now that weare not playing on Sunday she does not feel good about spending all that money so she has suggested that we swim, have lunch and come home.

 She wants a foot rub and ankle massage  from me. I asked if I could wear some knickers that day and she said she would think about it.

 She asked about my diet and exercise regime and I said I was making progress. She is going to put me on the scales on Saturday and start taking note of my weight. She is also going to measure my waist. She wants to see 2" off by September when we are going on a mini break.

FFF - week 4 -I did three circuits again this week and added 5 minutes to the cycle time.

Not on beach day

This time last week we took a day off and went to the beach.

No such thing today. I am in an office with a client.

Oh well.

Someone somewhere is  having a nice beach day.

Wednesday worship 2

You may fish in my pond any day you wish, Mistress

Rules

Rule 1 - don't oogle the attractive girls in the shop on 
a hot summer Sunday afternoon.




Rule 2 - Don't be seen by your wife to be oogling those same girls.

Sunday Spanklet - Her first time with a new guy

The hem of the skirt tickles as it rises up and over
goose bumped cheeks cupped by white cotton
and then fingers spread into the flight of a tentative spank.



The second innocent tap and then the third and her hips rise
 to meet the hand in a greeting that says, go on, go on.


The very next day she goes to her wardrobe and dresses to suit
her playful mood.

It had taken long enough but finally it seemed that she had snagged
her spanker and she was going to do all she could to keep him on side.






A bit of role play might just do that.







Those blue knickers would play their part, up and down.



And she had a few ideas to keep him interested.




What she wanted was that scorched rear end, a lot of sex and then that happy ever after feeling.

FFF Week 3

I am still working away at Fit for Friday.I managed 3 circuits and a long walk on the beach. I did not drink alcohol on every second day and the weight is off a little bit more. Still got miles to go.

I had a bit of encouragement when someone asked if I had lost weight?

Beach day

My wife suggested that we took the day off yesterday since the UK is having a bit of a sunny summer, which does not happen that often.

I grumbled that I had fair bit of work to do and couldn't afford the time.

She corrected herself and said it was no longer a suggestion, it was an instruction.

So off we went and had a good time.  We changed into and back out of swimwear  on the beach using the old fashioned towel method. I gallantly held up an extra towel for my wife when she got into difficulty.   We had taken a picnic so there was no need to depend on any bar or cafe.

The inside of the car was warm and sleepy making on the drive home. My wife lowered the back of the car seat to an angle and closed her eyes. I watched as she pulled up her skirt a short distance and revealed the V in her white cotton (practical) panties. When she started to rub herself I placed one hand on her bare thigh and stroked her soft skin. Without opening her eyes she took hold of my hand and lifted it off.

You just do the driving she said. I can manage fine on my own.


When we got home she took the long, large wooden spoon out of the utensil jar and pointed to the kitchen worktop. I dropped my trousers but not my pants and bent forward.
 She spanked me long and hard, across both my bottom and the backs of my legs. I was soon hopping from one foot to the other  with the stinging pain.

This is for taking your eyes off the road and for your backchat this morning. The next time I say jump, she said in the middle of the spanking, you just ask how high.

Yes Ma'am.

The road I chose

If I hadn't chosen the road less traveled all those years ago I would not have met my wife and I would not have been on all fours last night  on the carpet last night, kissing her feet whilst she whipped my bottom with the long leather tab of a riding crop.

I would not have my face buried between her bottom cheeks with my tongue searching every sweet place, if I had not turned one way instead of the other.

Choosing the right path is either luck or divine intervention  I guess,
but then again what might have happened on that other route in life.

Happy 4 July and thank you USA.

Choice of roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Robert Frost

Sunday spanklet - speedy spanking

The maintenance spanking yesterday afternoon was an entirely clinical affair. When we discussed our plans over breakfast mine were mainly to do with chores and DIY jobs and my wife's centred mainly around shopping.



It was she who said that I needed some encouragement on my rear end and that she would find time to  give me a spanking later on.








 My wife hardly ever uses the word spanking, preferring thrashing or caning as a term of punishment, and the soft word "spanking" sent a shiver of excitement through my head.


The day was gloriously sunny so I did outside jobs like tidying the yard and painting some window frames that had begun to peel from the sunlight.

When she got home from the city my wife asked me on to the terrace and she produced the bath brush from behind her back. 

Are you hot my darling? she asked. You look hot.

Yes I am very hot ma,am,.

Well, get the hose pip and strip off and I 'll soak you and then we will take you 

and this nice toy inside.

She waved the bath brush at me.

I needed no second instructio and whilst  she unwound the hose from its reel I stripped bare.

The water was ice cold but then she soon made my bottom hot..




She put me over her knee and then over the back of the chair for a speedy non stop bath brush spanking which stung like a thousand bees.