The Easter Bunny came

My wife decided that her Easter Bunny would bring her some time on Saturday afternoon with her very own Rabbit.

After lunch she went upstairs and stripped to her pants and got under the duvet. I sat at the end of the bed and lifted the duvet cover off to expose her feet and ankles. I propped her legs up on her pillow and settled down to give her a creme foot foot massage. Each foot took about ten minutes to massage well  and then I painted her nails. 

Whilst the nail varnish was drying I went to vacuum the hall and came back to get her Rabbit vibrator out of the back of her knicker drawer. By this time my was wife was dozing but still awake.

I told her the Easter Bunny was here and she said he was very welcome.


I rolled the duvet over to one side to expose her hips whilst keeping her top half covered. Slowly I pulled her pants down and took them off over each soft foot.

Then I switched on the Rabbit at low speed and ran it up inside her thighs. Holding the penis end at an angle against he  vagina I let the rabbit do his work. When she began to wriggle I turned up the speed a notch and set the revolving head beads to work. My wife held her hand to her mouth in that cute way to stifle a moan and within only a minute or so she had her first orgasm.


I  let her relax and then ran the vibrator over her V once more. I pushed a little harder this time and she came again and then again in quick succession.

She indicated that the bunny's job was done and rolled over for an afternoon nap.. 

Sunday spanklet - On the line

He got the call on the train on his way back home. 

The morning meeting had gone well and he was pleased with the success of the trip. He had spent the previous night in a hotel in London, so as not to be late for the presentation the today.


The woman on the cell phone was the desk manager of  thathotel.

"Mr Watkins, I hope you enjoyed your stay with us. You left a couple of things in your room this morning. Shall we post them on to you?"

His heart sank and his head spun, as he remembered putting the whip and vibrating anal plug into the small drawer by the side of the bed when he had arrived at the hotel. They were in a drawbag, along with some jelly in a tube. He had intended to have a self-play session that evening  to relax and had taken a couple of toys from the cupboard at home, but the wine he had with room service made him fall asleep instead.

"Er, thanks but could you keep them there and I'll pick them up next time."

He couldn't take a chance on the toys arriving at home or worse at the office. His partner would not find it funny. 

"Certainly Mr Watkins. Our guests leave all sorts of things."

She paused and he thought the call had been lost.

"On this occasion though, would you please ask for me personally at Reception? The chambermaid was particularly embarrassed at finding what you left and we should both like to remind you not to leave your belongings in the future."

"Yes of course, thank you. I will be down there again in a couple of weeks."

"Very well. Please ask for Room 101 when you make the reservation. It's on the ground floor next to my office. You have 14 days to collect your things in person or I will post them to you. Goodbye now and have a nice day."




As the call ended he was sure he heard the sound of a giggling laugh at the other end of the line.

Shopping and waiting.

We had to go shopping yesterday. We completed the household stuff quite quickly and went to a department store for a coffee  after loading the bags in the car.

My wife said she wanted an hour of shopping on her own, without me trailing after her, so I was left to my own devices. We agreed to meet in the cafe.  I wandered through the store and inevitably ended up on the edge of the lingerie section. 

As I picked up some very brief knickers  from the rack I was surprised by a voice behind me.

"Can't find what you're looking for Sir?"

I turned to find a friend of my wife behind me. I didn't know her well. We had been introduced at a party last year.

"Only joking," she said, as my face went a deep red. She had been imitating a shop assistant.

"I won't tell if it's a present of course. But if it's for you then maybe the blue would suit you and you need a bigger size."

I laughed and said I was looking for an Easter gift.

"OK. Have fun."  she said and then she was off. I watched her shapely bum, encased in a tight skirt, as she made her way further into the bras and knickers.

I set off for the coffee shop and as I sat and waited for S  a short fantasy came into my head, involving my wife and the woman I had just met. Here is the jist of it.




          Have a good Easter.

New panties - sorry I mean knickers

My wife bought some new knickers over the internet, in preparation for a forthcoming wedding party. They arrived yesterday.

She modelled them for me at bed time last night because she said I had been good and had taken my thrashing respectfully the night before and deserved a little treat.

I told her I would be good forever, if she wore panties like these every day. She mentioned that she didn't like the word panties and that I was to call them knickers or pants.

S declined to wear these tight knickers  every day, just to please me, but she did say that I could stroke  and kiss her her bottom. She lay face down on the bed and lifted her hips on a pillow. I knelt behind her on the bed and paid homage to her wonderfully cool bottom with caresses of my hand and regretted that I wasn't allowed to spank it. 

When she opened her legs a little more I pulled the elastic of her pants to one side and began to kiss her ring, sliding my tongue inside and running it around the rim. S moaned and groaned and pushed her bottom back in my face, encouraging me to go on.

 

After a couple of minutes of true submissive bottom licking on my part she rolled off the pillow and tugged down her pants. I got off the bed and  stood at the side of the mattress. She asked me to show her my bottom to see if the cane marks were still visible. They were and she said she might put more on there at the weekend. I bent over and kissed her pussy furiously, determined to give her a good orgasm. 

When she had had three or four climaxes I helped her to wriggle into her pyjamas and she rolled over to sleep. I folded the new knickers and placed them in her drawer thinking it would be good to see them again at that wedding.



 I

Returning home to a look.

I had the cane last night.

 After the hairbrush spanking on the Sunday, my wife decided that she had been letting things slide too much. So when I arrived home from a project I am working on she was waiting, with a look that would freeze a polar bear.

She pointedly told me we would go out for a pizza because it was late and there was nothing cooked in the house, which appeared to be my fault.

"Before that," she said, "I'm going to thrash you."

It was a quick no nonsense caning over the dining room table. I kept my pants on but that offered no protection. She thrashed me thirty times and made me count each stroke and thank her. I miscounted twice and got four across my the back of my legs.

I was willing her to stop after twenty. I just couldn't get into the sub zone with these strokes.

I knelt and kissed her feet afterwards and told her I love her.

Lesson in not flirting

At a social gathering last Sunday lunchtime my wife thought that I spent too much time talking and laughing with a rather attractive student daughter of one of our friends, who happened to be home for the weekend and was helping her mother host the party.




At one point S took me to one side and told me to stop flirting and act my age. She hissed at me that  she would deal with me when we got home.

As it turned out the party went on for most of the afternoon, so it was getting dark as we walked home.

"Don't think I've forgotten," my wife said as I turned the key in the front door. "Go upstairs and wash and bend over the bed."

A few minutes later I was in my pants and standing with my legs spread and hands on the mattress waiting for her to appear.

She marched in to the bathroom and I heard the ominous rattle of the bath-brush against the tiled walls of the shower cubicle.

My pants were yanked down and she swatted one cheek very hard with a sharp crack that reverberated around the room. "You made me squirm watching you chat up that young girl and you probably made her squirm as well. You obviously need a lesson in how to behave  so you better be prepared to take it." 

There was no further conversation, just a hard continuous spanking. My bottom grew redder and hotter and my breathing between stroke became more puffy. Those of you have experienced the bath brush delivered in earnest will know it is painful.

After getting close to a hundred spanks my knees began to buckle with the strain of taking the punishment and I began to ask her to stop and tell her that I had learned my lesson.


She refuted that claim and carried on swinging the brush and told me to stick my bottom out and higher by arching my back.

When she stopped at last she told me to stand and face her. She lectured me again and then flicked the bath-brush up between my legs and into my crotch. I buckled over with the deep stomach churning pain.

She waved the brush in front of my face and  told me to go and stand in the corner of the room until she had finished changing her clothes.

When I was finally allowed to dress and go downstairs I was quite penitent and told my mistress that it would not happen again.

Girls weekend

Carla had been acting up all day. She and her older cousin Rita had been out to the mall  to try and find Rita an outfit for a wedding party. 

Their husbands had taken the children away for a camping weekend and the two women had been looking forward to a weekend where they would just do their own thing. 

They had walked from shop to shop looking at dresses and shoes and coats, but Rita left each shop in a quandry as to what suited or didn't suit her.

 After a couple of hours Carla had muttered "just choose something for fuck's sake" and that had immediately soured the atmosphere between the pair of them. 

Rita angrily retorted that they had better just go home and she would come out again with a more helpful friend. Carla had apologised and promised to be more enthusiastic. 

They looked in a couple more places and eventually returned to one of the first shops, where Rita at last settled on a purchase.



They walked back to the car  and when they had placed the bags in the back Rita turned on her cousin and told her that if she had been one of her children and had cursed her in public, she would have given her a damn good spanking.

They drove home in silence. The restaurant was booked for later that evening and they were supposed to be seeing a  rom-com film; the sort of girly film that their husbands would have groaned at, if they had to accompany their partner.

Once in the house Carla went off to her room, supposedly to have a nap. Rita settled down to read a book. After ten minutes or so Carla appeared in the sitting room, buck naked with only socks on her feet.


"You're right," she said as Rita looked up in surprise. "I was a complete a bitch today and you should spank me ."


Her words hung in the air as Rita took in the possibilities of the scene. 

"Come over here."

When Carla was standing in front of her Rita ran a hand between the bare legs and up towards the clean shaven pussy. 

Carla shivered and her legs trembled as a finger made its way  into the pink lips.

"Actions have consequences you know."

"Uh, uh." Carla mumbled.

Rita looked up into her cousins face whilst she continued to stroke  the .soft moist skin.  

"So what do you say?"

"Please spank me Carla. I was very naughty this afternoon."


"Go out onto the deck and bend over the railing. I am going for the hairbrush and you're not going to be sitting very comfortably this evening."

"Maybe we might end up skipping the film?" Carla said, as she made her way outside.

Valentines Day

In days gone by I would have searched out lingerie and perfume to buy for my loved one on Valentines Day and we might have engineered some free time just for ourselves as close to lovers day as possible.


Nowadays my wife tells me that she has all the fancy knickers that she will ever need, so I give her flowers and we have the house to ourselves all the time and the day is acknowledged one where I give her all the treats.

I will make breakfast and do chores whilst she goes shopping.

I will meet her for some lunch and a few drinks for her and then we will come home for some afternoon delight. 




I shall probably spend most of the time on my knees, with my face between her legs but that is how we both like it. 





I don't think I will be spanked but you never know.

Enjoy your day.

Three years, 500 posts and now a million page views

Thanks  a million! 

Yesterday I reached one million page views which gave me quite a buzz.  

I had been watching the numbers climb over recent weeks and it was satisfying to be reaching out to so many people in so many countries.

I know that some of you spanking bloggers are streets ahead of me on this count with many millions of hits  so well done you.


Spanking has been a part of my life since I was young. 

I was spanked by my parents, with her hand by my mom and the cane by my dad, and then a female older relative spanked me hard with her hairbrush on quite  a few occasions. 

I was caned about nine times by my headmaster and received the plimsoll on my shorts from a number of different teachers. The gym teacher gave the hardest whacks probably because he had the fitness levels and I was wearing only  thin white gym shorts. 

I had a couple of boy spankings from a friend when I was about thirteen and we were both exploring sex and our erections. I can remember scorching his bottom with a spanking or two.

I did my fair share of attempting to smack young ladies bottoms when in my late teens and early twenties. I was on the receiving end of  my first girlfriend spanking when I was about 17. She only agreed to be spanked if I did too.

The woman I eventually fell in love with and married, is not a spanko but she has graciously accepted my kink and plays with good grace and passion.She was willing to dress up and take light spanks in the early years of our marriage but that tailed off and now she only occasionally submits to a spanking, usually after a drink or two.

She gives very hard and imaginative punishments to me and has come to enjoy being the HOH.

I asked her if we could enter an FLR and she agreed. She has kept me in my place ever since.

My blog writing goes in fits and starts but I want to thank you all for visiting when I do have something to say.

In the meantime, here are a few images which influenced my interest in spanking and gave me something to do with my right hand.




                   

                  

                      

                               



              

    




And here in a submissive role is where I have ended up many years later.

 I am fortunate to have been able to enjoy my spanking kink.





                       



                                       


Thanks again for visiting.

Working practice

A man might have many jobs in his life, but only one boss.






I have reached a stage in my life where no employer wants to offer full time work but, on the plus side I get to do lots of different projects now 
and I only have to assess the demeanour of one superior, my wife.