Skirts and tights in the autumn (or fall)

Every now and again in October we can get a warm sunny day and this brings out an especially nice style of female dress – a mix between summer and winter – with a short skirt, tights and boots. If the skirt happens to be plaid then the effect can be electrifying.

Today whilst doing the supermarket because my wife was on a day course I came across just such a woman.

In this instance the plaid was green and the tights were brown. I started to follow the woman, maybe in her late 30’s, up and down the aisles.

I could not decide whether lifting her skirt to spank her bottom or going over her knee for the hairbrush would be the more enjoyable.

Eventually, once she had reached the checkout, I had to let her go and resume my shopping.

The image of her waist, skirt, long legs and bottom is still with me late into the night.

I guess it will soon be Christmas.

Motivation card

When I was away from home the other week I was thinking of something nice to give my wife, since she gives me so much. I resolved to give her a nice leisurely massage  and when I saw one of those Indian Yoga shops I went in to buy some scented candles and incense sticks.  Browsing round I kept coming across little sayings or yoga type quotes in frames on tables or shelves. I wrote some of them down.

Later on I made up a postcard for my wife’s office pinboard, after adding the last line of my own. She likes it and says she glances at it everyday. Here it is

I can achieve my dreams

I am determined to succeed

I am a success in all that I do

I believe in my dreams and desires

Lives are made better by my efforts

I find my path following my inclinations

 I am allowed to stop and appreciate the quiet

                                           I can also manage men!

Her little red whip

Otto came up with some very exciting artwork on his blog capturing the use of what he called the genital flail …..see Fifty-lashes-of-genital-flail

When my wife thinks that I have been particularly well behaved or as a special sex night treat, she will instruct that I get out a spanking item she calls “the little red whip” and also a blindfold. Once I have showered and am naked she will blindfold me and leave me standing in the corner whilst she bathes and sometimes dresses, often in her special items of lingerie. She will come up behind me and talk into my ear about what is going to happen, whilst scraping her fingernails down my back and bottom.

In the dark I am naturally rock hard by now and shivering with excitement.

I am then led away from the corner and she guides me onto the blanket box bench at the end of the bed where she makes me first sit and then lie down on my back. For amusement, and to surprise me because I cannot see anything in the blindfold, she might sit on me or if she has put boots on she might place a foot on top of me and grind a heel or a toe into different my parts of my body.

Then comes the touch of the little red whip. She will spend a lot of time trailing the ends of the whip up and down my naked body making me squirm with pleasure and excitement. My penis is quivering like an arrow at this stage. The flicks start, gentle at first, but gathering pace, the ends of the leather thongs will start to smart against my skin. She whips across me my belly, then down over my penis, across my balls and then into the insides of my legs. She will start to move up again, with the strokes getting harder across my penis and back to my belly.  


After a period of ecstatic stinging I can sense when the strokes will get harder, because there will be a pause in her rhythm. She will hold the loose ends of the whip in the fingers of one hand and then flick her other wrist where she is gripping the handle, letting go of the strands just before they strike my balls. The pain is agony and I will make a half roll of my hips to remove the target from her sight, but then roll back because I want the whip to land again. I have no idea where the whip strands will hit again but I start to beg her to whip me, saying it out loud and using the words, harder Miss, whip me harder. 


She will tell me how naughty I am  wanting to be whipped there and then slice the leather thongs up into my crotch, where I have opened my legs wide to invite the pain in.

After a time she will stop and if I am lucky she might pull aside her knickers and fasten herself on top of me, riding my prick hard but telling me at the same time not to come.

When she thinks I am nearly there she will get off and wrap the leather thongs tightly round my scrotum, yanking the whip hard so that it squeezes every part of my genitals.

Then with a laugh she will take off my blindfold and I will see for the first time how she is dressed, she might be naked or clad in lingerie and stockings. I will stand up and follow her to the bed and then it is her time, with me doing to her whatever she wants, but with bruised and sore genitals which will ache for a day or so afterwards. 

That ache is one of the most satisfying sensations ever. It means that I have truly let myself be dominated by my wife.

Dismal

It’s Thursday and I was working away from home last night, so no maintenance session to report on.

Maybe something soon.

So it’s dismal weather out there right now and a dismal feeling within me. 

A good thrashing would buck me up I am sure.














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Ups and downs and ups

There was a bit of a long break between yesterday’s post and the one before that. Events at the office had caused some trouble and things were not right at home so I did not have the interest in writing up the blog. The Thursday after my maintenance session was a wonderful day and everything was right with the world. Then from Friday on it just got bad. I was in a lousy mood over the weekend and there was not a good rapport with my wife.

Anyway – last night was a turnaround. My wife got a bit tipsy, unusual for a weekday, and I was invited to go down on her at bedtime. After a good number of orgasms for her she decided that she would do some face sitting, so she rolled me over and sat on top of me facing my legs. 

Whilst I engaged in a considerable amount of anal licking and kissing (which I enjoy doing) she gave my genitals a hard time (which I also enjoy). There was a great deal of ball slapping with her hand and gripping tightly so that her fingernails dug deep into my scrotum. As I writhed around underneath her, groaning with pleasure, pushing my tongue deep inside her anus, she spanked the insides of my legs and up under my bottom. I was desperate to come but she avoided any contact with my pulsating penis.  After maybe 10 minutes of these games she rolled off me and told me to go to sleep. 


What a frustration, but she is the boss.

Today is a beautiful morning and we are back in the groove

Last Wednesday

I am a bit late bringing you up to date.

The Maintenance Spanking of last Wednesday had quite an edge to it. I got home in good time and prepared the evening meal, because the financial world problems have reduced our eating out, which used to be customary on a Wednesday night. I  went upstairs to shower and change. As I was removing the punishment instruments, from the locked wooden chest, my mobile rang. I had the rather surreal experience of standing naked with my phone to my ear, listening to a female customer telling me about her service complaint whilst I was holding a cane, a riding crop and a paddle in my left hand. This would have looked interesting on a video phone I am sure.  As I apologized profusely for my company’s error, I felt like telling her that if she wished she could come round to my home and whip my ass if it would give her any satisfaction. Standing on the landing at the top of the stairs I heard my wife’s car pull in. I had a serious dilemma – either hurriedly tell my customer I had to ring off or face the wrath of my wife for not having everything prepared. I compromised and told the customer that it was a bad line and that I would call her straight back. This mobile telephoning has caused me too many problems recently – oh, for the days of land lines. 

With not much time to spare I pulled on my shorts and T shirt and placed myself in the corner of our bedroom to wait. I heard the noise of my wife moving around downstairs and the waiting went on and on. At long last she came into the room and went straight into the session. Usually she changes out of her day clothes or even takes a shower.

She instructed me to turn around and pull my shorts down and get over the chair. 

“God I am so angry.” she said, as I scuttled into position.   “A simple task and was it done?”

I had no idea what she was talking about. I couldn’t remember her asking me to do anything specific that day.

“Lucky for me I can take out my bad day on your bottom. That jerk Andrew just annoyed the hell out of me at work.”

I breathed more easily. It wasn’t me she was mad at.

“Right then, thirty with the crop I think.” She spoke in a business like fashion.

 ”Then forty with the paddle and I’ll finish off with the cane. Get over the bench.”

As I started to bend over I heard her say,

“No, I’ve changed my mind, let’s do it differently today. Get your hands against the wall and push your bottom out”

I stood up and crossed the room again. Once I was spread-eagled against the wall she inserted her fingers into the waistband of my shorts and lowered them slowly.

“You like that don’t you?” she asked trailing her fingers against my bare skin as I shivered with excitement.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well we will just have to spank you hard. We can’t have you enjoying yourself when I want to deal with you.”

In silence she whipped me hard with the crop, slapping the tab against my right cheek and landing the stick part against my left. Then she changed sides and gave me the same treatment on the other cheeks.

“And a few here I think. Make you skip a bit.”

She moved directly behind me and swung the tab up between my legs and onto my balls. You might have described them as mere flicks, but that leather tab had me stretching up onto my toes and squealing silently.

The crop was thrown onto the floor and she went for the paddle. Slowly and in complete silence, other than my hard breathing, she paddled me hard, aiming at every part of my bottom until she had taken her stress out on my rear end. I had brought out the round headed paddle, with the hole dead centre, and she can easily control where it lands, to give a hard, all over whacking.

The paddle joined the crop on the floor and just then my mobile rang. I had left it on the dressing table when I had been in a rush.

“Do you want to get that?”

“No ma’am”

“I thought not. I’ll just take a look shall I? Good job you are not driving right now isn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t answer it if I was ma’am.” I replied, recalling the other day.

I heard my wife say hello and then

“I am sorry he’s tied up at the moment. Can he get back to you.”

There was silence followed by

“Well yes, I m sorry he has not rung you back Miss Roberts, I will make sure he does. Goodbye and thank you for calling”

“Sounds like you have an unhappy customer there, that’s two women who you are in trouble with.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“So maybe a few extra strokes of the cane for her benefit wouldn’t go amiss?”

“No ma’am, thank you ma’am”

My wife positioned herself at a distance from me and told me to  push my bottom out further and get up on my toes. She likes my skin to be stretched tight for the cane.

With easy swings she laid on with the long thin cane. There had been no mention of how many strokes. She struck me once at the top of my cheeks and then again just below where my bottom meets my legs. In slow strokes with a lengthy pause between each she proceeded to fill in the gap across my bottom, a bit like painting with numbers , but here the only colour was red. When she was satisfied that she had me in pain with my grunts and groans and deep intakes of breath the caning stopped.

“Now bend over and touch your toes and I will give you six of the best for not dealing with your customer properly.”

I moved away from the wall and stretched into position. The cane came quickly and harshly and I kept rocking forward on the balls of my feet. When the six strokes had been delivered and the cane was thrown to the floor I stayed bent over, because I am not allowed to move until told to do so.

Squatting down so that she could pass the mobile phone in front of my face she told me to stay bent over and make the call to Miss Roberts.

“And when you’ve done that you can tidy up and get downstairs. Stay in your pants though. I may want to use the wooden spoon on you later.”

That customer call has to rank as one of the strangest I have made but I appeased Ms Roberts and the rest of the evening went well. My wife was in a great mood when she came downstairs and patted my bottom quite a few times as I moved around the kitchen.

“One sore bottom and two satisfied women. Not bad for an evenings work.” she said.

I had to agree with her.

Maintenance pending

Just a brief post today.  Last night as we got ready for bed my wife told me to turn around so that she could inspect my bottom. She expressed satisfaction that there were still some marks from last Saturday’s whipping. The loopy johnny sometime leaves a message that can be read for days. 

Once the mobile phone business was behind us, we spent a great weekend together and I was of service in all sorts of ways. As a consequence I have been told to prepare for a Maintenance Session this evening – it will actually take place on the scheduled day for a change. More tomorrow hopefully.

Crime and punishment

On Saturday, at around 4pm, I was surprised to have my wife tell me to go upstairs and strip off to my shorts. This was not the usual prelude to a spanking, either maintenance or punishment.

“What, right now?” I asked.

“Don’t argue with me, unless you want more trouble. Just do as you’re told”

My wife wagged her finger at me and I practically stood at attention.

“And get the long paddle out, the one with holes.” Her voice carried into the hallway as I set off for the bedroom.

Upstairs I stripped quickly and cleaned myself up in the bathroom. There was no time for a shower and my wife is fussy about hygiene. She had not said what I should put on so I decided on clean blue shorts – she did not seem in the mood for punishment panties somehow. I retrieved the paddle from the chest  and went into our bedroom. With no indication of what was to come or how she might want me, I placed the paddle on the bed and put myself in the corner with my hands on my head. I stood staring at the wallpaper for what must have been ten minutes or so until I heard footsteps on the landing.

An angry voice behind me said,

“Get the dressing table chair and bend over it.”

Once in position my shorts were pulled to the ground and my bare bottom exposed.

“Do you know why you are here?”

“No ma’am.”

“Do you know where you were at 5.26 yesterday evening?”

My brain had gone a bit mushy with the surprise of the last few minutes but I mentally rewound the video of yesterday in my head until it came to me.

“I was on the motorway ma’am”

“Yes, you were driving home. When I got here you were upstairs, but you had left your mobile in the kitchen and it was ringing. It rang off before I got to it. I saw who the caller was and then I decided to look at all your calls, just to see what you had been up to this week. Guess what you think I saw as your last call?

Ah, problem, big problem, it dawned on me quickly. I stayed silent as this is sometimes the best thing to do with my wife.

“No, well I’ll tell you? You phoned the office at 5.26. Were you on the hard shoulder, parked up?”

“No ma’am”

“No indeed. So now you know why you are here.”

I shuffled about a bit trying to ease the pressure of the top stile of the chair from digging into my waist.

“Yes ma’am. I am sorry ma’am”

“I am sure you are sorry I found out, but not that you did it. If you were sorry you had done it you would have told me wouldn’t you?”

“Yes ma’am.”

From the corner of my eye I saw her move to the bed and I watched her long legs walk back to the chair until she stood to one side of me.

“I am so angry with you. Aside from killing yourself you could have killed or injured someone else. You have seen enough adverts about this and you and I have dealt with this before, or I thought I had?”

Yes ma’am. I am sorry ma’am. The traffic was dead slow in a queue ma’am.”

“Be quiet. I hate excuses and I don’t care if there was an elephant on the road. You don’t use the phone when you are driving. Clear?”

With that one word she swung the paddle hard into my bottom and I rocked forward with the impact. The pain flooded up from my bottom. This paddle is a Beast. It has 6 pairs of holes down its 20” length and the wood is as dense and unforgiving as any I have come across.

“I am not counting strokes. I am going to go on until I am satisfied that you have learned a lesson. You will not count but each time I pause you will say in a loud clear voice – I will not use my mobile phone when I am driving. Understood?”

The paddle hit me hard again across both cheeks and I used all my mind control to stay in position.

“So, what is a good way to start this punishment?”

My FLR training over the recent years had taught me to respond quickly.

“I am sorry ma’am. I will not use my mobile phone whilst driving. I deserve your punishment ma’am.”

“Correct. Now stay put and take what is coming to you.”

Within a few seconds I had been smacked four or five times. These first strokes on cold skin are the worst.

The strokes became more spaced out but no less severe. I sensed that she was raising her arm high and letting the paddle do most of the work on the downswing before she used her wrist to speed up the stroke and slam the paddle into my bottom.

I concentrated my vision on a small area of carpet in front of me and gripped the seat of the chair. The wooden blade practically lifted my feet off the ground and the ferocious pain swamped my brain. Silently I cursed whoever had tried to ring me last night.

After what may have been 25 strokes my wife paused for quite a long time. I knew what to do from my training and I repeated the mantra.

“I am sorry ma’am. I will not use my phone whilst driving. I deserve your punishment ma’am”

The paddle whacked into me again.

“So now we will carry on until I am sure you have got the message”

The punishment continued at a slow and deliberate pace. She moved her aim to the tops of my legs and smacked hard, first the right leg then the left, then the right and the left and so on. I was jumping trying to absorb the pain. My bottom can take quite a lot of spanking and caning but strokes on the backs of my legs are stingers.

She paused again after maybe 10 strokes to each leg and I only just remembered to say the mantra.

“I am sorry ma’am. I will not use my phone whilst driving. I deserve your punishment ma’am”

“I hope that is true. Now stand up and bend over and touch your toes.”

I did as I was told and moved the chair out of the way. I had a feeling that this next bit was going to be even harder to take. I heard my wife walk out of the room and the click of the wooden chest top. In a few seconds she was back standing behind me.

You know what I am holding?”

“Yes ma’am – the cane ma’am” My muscles were straining to keep in position.

“No wrong. I am about to use the loop on your sorry bottom.”

I had not anticipated this and was more than a little worried.

“Well what do you say?”

“I am sorry ma’am. I will not use the phone whilst driving. I deserve your punishment ma’am.”

In an instant the loop of plastic shot across my bottom and the tops of my legs. I jumped and desperately wanted to rub the hot line of fire.

“Get back down and stay down.”

As my fingers stretched to meet my toes (which I cannot do) the loop swished down again and again. In a few moments I was wishing that mobile had never been invented. The overall soreness from the paddle was now a background of burning for the thin plastic strip to do its very particular stripey work. My mind was fuddled with trying to cope with both the ache in my stretched calves and the razor sharp pain of the loop. I counted about twenty strokes in my head and still she did not stop. As the whipping went on and on I had no choice but to ask her to stop. I cannot remember the last time I had begged for a punishment to come to an end. I can normally take a good thrashing without a murmur, particularly when I know I deserve it.

There was no response from her, just the continued thrashing of the loop.

After what might have been another 30 or 40 strokes she told me to stand with my hands on my head. With the end of the loop resting under my chin she stared at me with a hard penetrating look.

“Don’t you ever use that mobile in a car again? Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I am going for a bath and get ready for tonight. Tidy up this room and go downstairs and get on with cleaning the downstairs bathroom.”

I bent to collect the paddle which she had thrown on the floor together with my pants. She handed me the loop.

“One more thing. We will not be using a taxi tonight to get to the restaurant. You can drive and not drink as part of your punishment. I rang Sarah to say that we would pick them up so that saves them a taxi as well. Do not step out of line tonight.”

“No ma’am.” I said and left the room.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly as I went through some household chores. It was about an hour before the throbbing in my bottom eased off. I took frequent furtive looks in the mirror with my shorts down to survey the red marks.

We drove into town in a good humoured silence and I deliberately placed my mobile phone in the glove compartment before we set off. When we picked up our friends there was the usual exchange of greetings and the “what have you done today?” sort of thing.

“Oh, this and that.” My wife said “A few chores and I had a communications problem to sort out but it was quickly resolved.”

Yes, I thought wriggling in my seat, she did sort out that problem

Favourite spanking picture

There has been a recent call in the spankosphere, to post one’s favourite spanking picture. This one is up there in my top ten. I like the warm familiarity of the scene, juxtaposed with the implied threat.

Yesterday turned out somewhat differently to my expectations but it will take a bit of time to write up, so I will post it tonight.

Back home

I arrived home last night, after a week away from home on business, to find the house empty and a note from my wife that she was having an after work drink and that she would be home around 7 or 8. 

I sorted through the post, mainly bills, and put some laundry on and then did some work and and a bit of browsing on my laptop. I took out the punishment book from the desk drawer and wrote in the entry of 30 strokes, missed dentist appointment. It was well past 7 before I eventually  went upstairs for a shower and just as I stepped into the hot stream of water I heard my wife come home.

When I got back downstairs she seemed pleased to see me but a bit distant. Maybe she did not like having her recent routines disturbed by having me back in the house, I thought.

We set off for a pub meal and chatted with friends before walking back at around 1030. As I waited in bed for her to take off her make up, I anticipated some welcome home sex but she didn’t seem interested in my advances and rolled over on to her side to go to sleep.

 I thought about doing something on my own but figured the movement might disturb and annoy her. So I came up with  a silent fantasy involving me and two women and a trip to the woodshed and slowly drifted off to sleep myself.

I got up early this morning to write this and prepare breakfast. 

Maybe if I do things right there might be some maintenance tonight.