Sleepy Saturday

Late afternoon yesterday my wife had a video meeting with some of her friends.  I made the dinner and went upstairs to do some project work.

Whilst we were eating the meal my wife asked me what I wanted to do afterwards. I asked if we could watch the second Fifty Shades film. She said no, because the first one had been too silly.

We watched a Scandi Noir instead.

Bit of a quiet day really.

I would have preferred this.

Lockdown and lingerie

For most of our married life I have bought my wife an item of lingerie for her birthday, as a small add on present. This might range from a pair of thong knickers , to a bra and panty set or once or twice a basque and stockings. She would probably say that I bought these as presents for me and I can't really disagree since I enjoy seeing her in the partial buff but "gift wrapped"as it were.

Yesterday I was tidying her knicker and bra drawers as one of my many sub duties (she likes them neatly folded and ordered  in colour and style) and my wife came in to inspect my work. 

She agreed that I had done a good job and went to fetch the bath brush. She gave me ten quick swats on my behind over my trousers as a a reward for a good job. 

I thanked her and then she went on to say that she thought she would get rid of some items of her lingerie as there was just too much and she hardly wore a lot of the things. She said that I was not to buy her any more and that I should think of something different. She asked me to choose my favourite pants and bra and leave them out and she would wear them that night and perhaps take the tawse to my bottom. 

She gave me thirty stinging whallops with the leather tawse at bedtime. They were deliciously stingy.












She is very thoughtful in these lockdown days. Now I have to think of an original add-on present for her next birthday

Workday

Some work came in for me today from one of my clients. I will be trying to upload all the furlough details in order to obtain a government grant. If I know the UK Gov systems it will probably not work first time.
My wife has one of her work days at the office.

So it is all going to feel a bit normal today.

We are going to start watching one of those Fifty Shades movies tonight. We haven't seen them before. My wife has told me not to get any ideas - she is the dominant one in our relationship so I won't be whipping her bottom any time soon.

Almost like being on a short holiday

Since we cannot go shopping in London or anywhere else for that matter, my wife has been clothes shopping on the internet this week. She hasn't kept everything she has bought but she has now got a nice collection of summer clothes, for this year or the next.

She gave me a fashion show after my caning yesterday, in which she paraded all the items she had bought. I approved of them all. The piece-de-resistance was a navy blue one piece swimsuit which suited her down to the ground with her attractive legs. She had put on some high heels to show off the outfit. I asked if I could kiss her feet in adoration, to which she consented. I lay on the floor at her feet kissing her soft toes. Finally she tired of this and and went for bath.  

I cooked supper and served her a G&T. She scolded me for burning the bottom of a pan.

My wife has asked for another  foot massage and pedicure this evening which I will gladly provide.

Hopefully today will end well and I will get to kiss her bottom.

Cold caning

It is raining today so no outside jobs and possibly no exercise or break from lockdown.

My wife announced this morning that I should spring clean the sitting room.

I have just finished and now I have thirty minutes to prepare for a cold bottom thirty stroke caning at 2,30

I am headed upstairs.

See you later.

Joggers

One notable thing about the lockdown is the number of girls  out jogging and exercising.

They brightens the day.

Of course if your partner notices you looking at these bottoms as they go past, you could be in trouble.

Monday's pleasures.

Monday passed peacefully with a walk and quite a few chores. We are trying to settle in to lock-down. I have flared up a couple of times and been admonished but more about this later.

My wife decided on taking a lazy bath in the early evening. When I had added the bath foam and finished running it for her  she put on one of the latex gloves that she keeps in the cupboard.

She undid my trousers and made me take them off. S then sent me to fetch the butt plug and remote control from my "naughty box" in the linen chest. This is a decorative box where I keep the blindfolds, handcuffs, bondage tape  and a very stingy cock whip. 

Be quick, I heard her command.

I retrieved the plug and its remote control  and inserted the  batteries and  sprinted back. Just in time I remembered the lube from the bedside drawer and shot into the bathroom.

S stood there in her white bra and panties and the latex gloves.I got an immediate erection.
















Your nurse is waiting, she said in a severe tone. Drop your pants and bend over for inspection with your hands on your knees and legs apart.
.

She took the butt plug and lube from me and I yanked down my briefs to my ankles and assumed the position.

I heard a squirt from the lube tube and then felt her finger making circular motions around my ass hole before she pushed gently with the cold end of the lubed plug. Making many gentle insertions and going a little bit deeper each time to open me up, S spent two or three minutes playing with me.

Your'e such a naughty boy, you know that don't you?

Yes Nurse. 






Your bottom isn't showing any marks. Maybe I wasn't hard enough on you the other day.

It wasn't a question so I didn't respond.


Giving me  quick slap on my bottom with her left hand she rammed the butt plug all the way in. I gasped with the surprise and the pain of the penetration and then my muscles relaxed and I felt the smooth cold surface deep inside.It is a big plug and takes a bit of getting used to. She pushed the plug a little deeper to get it tight in my hole and then knelt down to pull up my pants around my waist.

There we are. You can spend all night with that in.

She took the control from the top of the laundry box and switched it to vibrate. 

Just testing  she said, switching it on and off . We'll play with it and with your cock later.
Maybe we'll give your cock a l massage. Would you like that ?

Yes, Nurse

Take your trousers away, start making supper in your apron and leave me alone for an hour. Then you can come and towel me dry.

Throughout  the evening as the mood took her my wife switched on the vibrator and gave me a pulsing burst. I went onto my knees to form a footrest  as she sat in the living room chair watching TV. Later on  she allowed me to come in my hand standing up beside the bed watching  her as she used her vibrator.  When I had tidied up the bedroom and she was in her pyjamas I made my way to the bathroom to remove the plug, with mixed feelings of pleasure and relief.

Bathrooms and brushes

We had an enjoyable day on Saturday, distracting ourselves whilst having to remain at home.. I did my chores in the morning whilst my wife,S, spent about 3 hours lounging around in the bed sending e mails to her friends. 

When it came time to clean our bathroom I had to peel off my clothes and put on a pair of thong knickers . This is mandatory for bathroom and toilet cleaning. 

As I walked past my wife bare - assed in every sense of the word, she joked about going on Zoom with a few of her friends so they could see that my wife rules the roost. The idea was exciting. She has only once raised eyebrows at a drinks party when she made a reference to me doing as I was told, "or else!" . One of her friends asked what the "or else"might be and my wife swung her palm in a spanking motion laughing as she did so.

My erection bulged in my pants as I looked at her on the bed. She laughed and said I could forget any public exposure and slapped me hard to send me on my way.

The reason I was wearing a thong for this bathroom chore  becomes clear when I tell you that after finishing a bathroom clean  S will always come in to inspect my work. She is very particular about bathrooms and likes them to be sparkling. When I was done I went through to the bedroom and knelt down by the side of the bed with my face in the carpet.

 "Please Ma'am, The bathroom is finished Ma'am."

She sighed in an exaggerated manner and swung her legs out of the bed. She was wearing a short cotton nightgown and I caught a glimpse of her shaved pussy before she pulled down the hem. S told me to follow her, but to crawl on my knees like  a good slave.

Inside the bathroom she looked at every nook and cranny. She seemed happy with what I had done until she ran her hand under the bath. We have one of those cast iron baths on four feet. A piece of fluff had lodged itself under there. She pulled it out for inspection and I shuddered inwardly as she put it under my nose. She then turned and lifted the loo seat. As she did so it that I had forgotten to put the bleach in the pan.

Oh dear, she chided me, your bottom is going to suffer for this slackness.

As I knelt on the hard  floor I heard the rattle of the wooden bath brush against the shower tiles as she retrieved a favourite implement.

Forty strokes I think slave. Stand up, and get on the scales. I hope you have lost some weight in the last week or so.

As it happened I had dropped about 1,5 kilo so that was positive. I get strokes of the cane for weight loss at a maintenance session, but this was not on the cards right now. 

Stand by the sink and get into position. I placed my hands on the rim and stepped back one pace so that I was bent over with my bottom fully exposed for the swats. She rubbed the brush side across my cheeks in soft circles and my prick stiffened. She slapped my balls telling me this was not a time for pleasure, it was time to consider my poor cleaning and to think about how I must do better.

The punishment was swift and hard - twenty five strokes on each cheek. All of them on a small area so my ass was distinctly red and sore when she had finished. I thanked her for teaching me a lesson and got on my knees to kiss her bare feet.

Later that day S applied some body lotion to my bottom and I spent a long time between her thighs.

DD in homelock

It is Week 2 of Domestic Discipline whilst having to stay indoors as much as possible.My wife, S, had done some shopping for us and for some people close by who are in isolation. S is very thoughtful.

We had taken our early walk together (we are doing 2 walks a day)  and I had done some chores. 

We have resurrected the Punishment Book and it is kept in the kitchen in full view since 
no-one is likely to come into the house at this stage. My wife has also taken the carpet beater from the wardrobe and hung it on the back of the kitchen door. She is definitely getting in to the mood of this DD life on our own.

From the supermarket my wife, S, texted me with my first special instruction.

Get everything ready to give me a great massage tonight and I want it written into the book, so I can note down a good boy score.

The left hand pages of the Punishment book is where the Good Boy comments are made. When S judges that there are enough of these she will give me some sort of treat like a hand spanking or hand job in the shower. 

The right hand side is for the Discipline demerits. I write the poor or naughty behaviour in as instructed and S scores the demerit with the instrument and the number of strokes. I get told when I am having a Discipline  session. These are not the same as maintenance sessions which are simply efficient applications of one instrument or another. A discipline session is more formal. I am about to undergo a caning. I have my girlie thong panties on the bed ready to put on. Soon I will be bent over the end of bed chest for 50 very hard strokes.