Stop and go

I have not been permitted to orgasm since my wife imposed a "Cease and Desist" order on me on the 2nd of September.

The time before that I was without release from 26th August to 31st September.

I enjoy the imposition of this restriction and it appeals to my submissive nature. On the days when I am tempted to grab my erection and rub, particularly when writing or reading erotic or spanking blogs, i remind myself of her instruction and pull back from the brink.

The current restriction is driving me mad. Two or three times we have had play sessions where I would have dearly loved to climax but there was no statement from my wife to lift the embargo.


I am travelling next week on my own and if I do not get a signal before I leave then I will be sorely tempted, as I lie on my hotel bed, to take my cock in my hand.

I have kept myself shaved for  a few weeks hoping that my wife might do one of those painful ball and testicle spanking sessions. 

It is thrilling to be on my back, with her bottom over my face, whilst she whips me between the legs and pulls hard at my prick.




 I guess that I just have to bide my time.

Knuckle down.

We had a busy social Sunday with one of our children back for a day or so's visit.
Apart from that nothing to report really. I have some work coming up which will take me away from the house for a week. 

Hopefully I will have some evenings free to get some writing done. My story about Searching has ground to a halt and I should knuckle down to try and write some spanklets.

Having just used the term "knuckle down" I thought I should look it up. 

It seems that it has to do with playing marbles and how to position your hand and thumb.

n 1740, Thomas Dyche and William Pardon published A dictionary of all the words commonly us'd in the English tongue. In that they define the verb knuckle or knuckle down as:

"A particular phrase used by lads at a play called taw, wherein they frequently say, Knuckle down to your taw, or fit your hand exactly in the place where your marble lies."

I suppose that "knuckles down" is also the best instruction on how to grip the paddle or cane as it reaches the landing point.

All quiet at the moment.

Saturday was a sunny day so maybe I was wrong when I said that Summer was coming to an end. It has certainly been one of the better years in the UK for hot weather.

We took a shopping trip together yesterday and bought mainly small household items. For lunch we went back to that store where you have to negotiate your way through the lingerie section before getting the portals of the café. 

There were some pretty "new arrivals" and I wondered whether I should spend some money buying new bra and pants for my wife. She guessed at my thoughts and told me she had quite enough panties and that I should stop staring at the racks.

In the afternoon we prepared for the return of one of the children. Spanking and sex will be off the agenda for a couple of days, at least physically if not in my head.

The level of blogging by other people seems to have increased now that maybe people have returned from vacation so there is loads to read given time on the laptop. 

Tumblr is very full of all flavours of TTWD so this can be a distraction as one follows one link to another. I must spend less time doing this and more time writing.

Enjoy your Sunday.

I remember it was a Sunday like this when I had my first heavy petting session. I must have been 14-15 years old and I had been seeing a girl called Catherine. We had done the movies together and a dance and I went round to her house on this particular Sunday to go for a walk. 

It was probably late Summer just before we were going back to school, (not mixed) and there was precious little to occupy us. Anyway we settled down on the grass in a quiet place overlooking a reservoir of town water. Kissing led to fondling and then Catherine let me run my hand farther up her dress and thigh than was generally permitted. 

Under her knickers I discovered quite a lot of hair with my fingers and then, joy of joys, the pink stuff. I have been addicted to that silky damp place ever since. 

Hey ho . If only I could go back and start again.

Is that it for summer?

The rains have come and there is a chill in the air.

We have not been able to get away this summer but we did have a trip to Asia earlier in the year, part work, part leisure so we cannot complain.


I have missed seeing sights such as this around the Med however. Maybe we can get back to France or Spain next year?



I was  bit stupid last night, placing a pan in the oven which had handles that would burn. The smell was quite acrid and is still hanging around the kitchen today. 

My wife chided me and asked for the punishment book so she could make an entry. This book has not seen the light of day for many weeks now. I found it easily enough and flicked through the pages as I took it downstairs. There were quite a few entries that have not been scored off.

I handed it to her and she has not given it back yet. Maybe it will come out again later this week? 

In the meantime I have yard duties to tidy up the garden so i had better get on. The bamboo in the pot is showing some small healthy green shoots on the stems.

Defined lines - it is a woman's world now

I am sure that any female readers will enjoy this parody of Robin Thicke's Blurred Lines,  
and maybe some of the males will understand that the world has changed now. For the better of course.

(PS you may want to turn your volume down before you click on the video if you are in public)

If the image link does not work please click on the line link.

Video Defined Lines - parody on Blurred Lines

Source Youtube

Wednesday whipping

Last night got off to a bad start and the spanking very nearly did not happen.

 I had to go off on a one day job and the traffic on the way home was horrendous. I got caught up in one of those jams where they closed the road because of an accident. At around 6.30 I rang my wife to say I was free of the jam and would be back by 8.00. She asked if I was calling her whilst driving and I said no. I had learned that lesson. Anyway, she suggested that we meet at the pub and have a snack meal. I deduced that a maintenance session was probably not on the cards.

When I got to the pub I found that she had walked there and told me that I would not be drinking. Hiding her action, by standing close to me, she grabbed me at the crotch over my trousers and squeezed hard on my balls. She whispered that this was only the start of the pain and I could expect a lot more later on.

We chatted with some acquaintances whilst eating and then my wife announced that we had to go. She had things to do, she said.

 I drove home in silence not daring to mention what was going through my head. Once inside she led me to the kitchen and told me to remove my clothes and go out and stand in the yard.

“What? Naked?”

“As the day you were born.”

It was getting dark and our garden was enclosed so I assumed no one was likely to see me.

"Put your hands on your head." My wife reached down for the garden hose as she spoke and the next thing I knew she was drenching me with water. She had the jet on as full as it would go and she laughed as she saw me jumping around in the cold water spray.

"Stand still and take it like a man, you wimp."

I braced myself and stood my ground as she squirted way. After the initial shock it had actually become quite pleasant standing there on what was still a warm night being soaked naked in water.

"Turn round and bend over, hands on your knees"

She proceeded to send the jet of water between my cheeks and then turned off the hose.

"There, that was fun. Now stay in position I will be back in a moment to dry you off."

When she returned she was carrying the riding crop.

Her method of drying me was to whip the water off and she did a good job. There was hardly any noise from the crop, just a steady slap, slap, slap as the tab whipped across my bottom. She took her time and the rest of my body had stopped dripping water when she announced that she was done and took me by the ear to raise me up and march me into the kitchen.

“Pick up your clothes and go upstairs to the spare room and get the cane out.”

She proceeded to give me 36 hard strokes with the cane with me lying across the back of the bedroom chair. It was a completely silent affair apart from the whizz, crack of the cane and my exhalations of breath.

As she threw the cane on the bed she cautioned me.

“Don’t assume too much young man. If I don’t mention anything on the day then you should not get yourself ready for a session. It would have made me look pretty silly if I had come home last night with that designer and found you naked in the room.”

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am."

When I was dressing I took a look at the marks and lines in the wall mirror. She had done a great job and I could still feel a few ridges. I was in a great mood and all the stress of the day had gone. I do like being back under the rod and my wife is quite inventive. I think she enjoys whipping me now.

Caught out

Last night, Tuesday, was set fair to be a spanking session. My wife had said as much on Sunday.

I was at home most of the day and it was easy enough for me to prepare things. I hoped she would make it a long maintenance punishment. I needed it.

By 5.30 pm I was showered, in my pants and standing in the corner of the bedroom facing the wall. There were 3 instruments neatly laid out on the chest of drawers, for easy selection..

At about 6 o’clock I heard a car draw up in the drive and I thought – right here we go – this is my wife home, so I should soon be roasting. 

Then the door  bell rang.. I was puzzled. Had my wife forgotten her key?

I set off to greet her in just my underwear and then I heard a second car pull in onto the gravel drive. I went over to the window and saw my wife getting out, so that meant that the first car must be a visitor.

Standing at the top of the landing I heard my wife talking to someone as she opened the door. I heard the voice of the other person but could not work out who it might be.

Dilemna - should I go back to the room and wait or get some clothes on and go downstairs?

I decided to wait a while and sat on the bed.

Big mistake – two minutes later and they were coming up the stairs chatting away.

"Just a moment,"I yelled out. "I am getting dressed."

I scurried around trying to hide the cane and paddle and crop and pulling some clothes out of the cupboard. Looking as casual as I could I opened the door to find my wife glaring at me. The woman with her turned out to be an interiors person whom my wife had asked to visit to talk about new curtains.

I said hello and went downstairs. I hoped that they would not have any reason to pull back the bedcovers because that is where I had placed all the spanking toys.

When we were alone again my wife asked me what I had been up to and laughed out loud when I told her of my preparations and my state of undress.

“It was a good job you didn’t handcuff yourself to the bed,” she commented.”That would have been interesting.”

When we got to bed she saw me removing the implements from the hiding place.

“You can leave those out. I ‘ll use them tomorrow and give you double the strokes.”

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You may not have much to thank me for."

We rolled around in the bed for a while but she didn't feel like playing. When she felt my erection she asked me if I had stuck to the regime and not wanked? I said of course ma'am.

"Good.keep it that way. I think we will extend the one week to two."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now go to sleep and hands off."

SM - open or closed subject with you?

I have noticed that quite a few women now openly allude to SM in their everyday conversation but hardly any men make a comment about it. I suppose that after many years of exposure to leather and whips in the fashion scene then spanking and such activities are just regular things these days. Either one does it or frowns upon it or one doesn't much care.

What a change from the time that I had to sneak a peek at spanking stuff in newsagents who kept the special stuff.

I often wonder what some of my girlfriends who I tried to spank but who refused might be up to now. Perhaps they are into the scene and I have missed my chance. 

We know one couple who talk quite openly about spanking and have done since they were married. They even keep a saddle on a trestle in their family room as a trophy from their time in Argentina. My wife requires that we stay away from exchanging notes with this couple and they have no idea that I am  caned and spanked at home.

One other couple has half alluded to bedroom spanking activities but has not opened up.

Yet, to my knowledge, when my wife gets into a girlie group they are all happy to chat about sex and kink. I know because she has told me and I have overheard things when a girls get together takes place at our house.

Although I doubt that they end up spanking each other.




I can't imagine sharing my kink with another bloke down at the pub or on a business car trip.

I should love to go to  a spanking party and exchange views and have my bottom spanked but it i not going to happen, so I will just have to live with it.

Nothing too dramatic over the weekend.

Friday was such a good night that it is not surprising nothing much happened over the weekend. We both felt pretty good about the sex we had and my mood was good. 

I got through a lot of chores and when my wife went out to the shops yesterday I spent the morning in a pair of panties just doing the ironing. I was pushing my luck since I had not sought approval from her. I had some time to spare so I shaved around my privates, my testicles  and between my legs.

I half hoped to be caught in the act but she did not come home until the afternoon.

We enjoyed an afternoon on our own and took a walk in the early evening before going to the pub.

Walking home I  asked for a spanking but she declined. She did however say that I should be ready for a maintenance session on Tuesday night.

We had a fondle in bed and I went down on her. She caressed my prick and the coolness of her fingers on the freshly shaved areas was sensational. She told me not to do anything for myself and to wait until she allowed me to come, which might be later in the week. 

I fell asleep stiff but content with my lot.

Searching and finding - part 3

For previous elements of this story line please see  Searching  and Searching and Finding -part 1  and Searching and finding - part 2.  Thanks.
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I sat and admired the pretty young woman opposite me and wondered at my good fortune in having made contact. I offered her a glass of the wine I was drinking and  Adriana glanced quickly at the menu that the waitress placed in front of us.

“I know what we want to eat. Bring some olives and then two of the vegetarian lasagnes please, with green salads.”

Adriana looked across at me as the waitress took the order and departed.

“I hope you like vegetarian. Not that it matters since I do and what I want goes, correct?”

“Yes, of course Adriana.”

“You are forgetting yourself again.”

“Sorry, yes, Mistress Adriana.”

She sipped her drink and smiled.

“Much better. So let’s speed things up. Whilst we are waiting for our food tell me 10 things about yourself. Pretend we are speed dating.”

She settled back in her chair. The waitress approached with the olives and I waited they were on the table. As I gathered my thoughts Adriana took an olive and rolled it around her pouted lips on the stick before pushing it into her mouth.

“Well,” I began, “I was born in Chelmsford.”

She nodded and waved me on with impatience,

“I work in the oil industry.”

“I have a sister that I don’t see very much.”

This was harder than it sounds. What do you say about yourself in short bursts.

“I’m single.”

“I live in a house” – that sounded pretty stupid

“I‘m right-wing in politics.”  Bad choice I thought seeing that I was with a vegetarian who generally have  socialist views.

“I like dogs but I don’t have one.”

How many is that I thought. Adriana looked at me expectantly and sipped her wine.

“I went on holiday to the States last year.”

“I drive an Audi.”

The one thing that had kept coming into my mind and which I had been pushing away finally came out.

“I’m into spanking.”

That, of course, was why we had met in this restaurant and now I had said it publicly.

I stopped and looked across at Adriana.

"That’s nine” she said without any expression of surprise at my last admission.

“You have one more.”

“I think you’re pretty.”

She smiled and made a comment that was a nice thing to say, but it wasn’t something about me."

"Tell me something you have never told anyone else?" she said.

I fought with this one for a few seconds.

“I was sent to boarding school.”

“And?” Adriana knew there was more.

“We used to, you know, do things. Things in the dormitory.”

“You mean you had sex with other boys?”

“Yes – not actual sex  but nearly.”

“How interesting. You must tell me all about that one day. If we meet again of course.”

Relieved that I had gotten to my 10 things I took my glass of wine and toasted her.

“Well since the food hasn't come,” she volunteered. ” How about if I tell you 10 things about me?”

I sat back and gave her my full attention.