Holiday day 3

I made my wife some tea in the bathroom the other morning when I heard her showering, after discovering that paddle tennis bat. It was my secret that my bum was a little bit hot. 
I talked to her for a while sitting on the loo and admiring her body. 

When she got out I stood up and towelled her dry. It was cute getting into all her nooks and crannies and getting all the water off her body.

I was on my knees at one point and I kissed her pubes at the front and then her bottom on both cheeks. When she was dry she passed me the sun lotion which I rubbed in all over her body.

Then she sent me off for her swimsuit and I dressed her and placed her sandals on her feet.
She was ready to face the day. I kissed her bare toes and asked her if she would cane me later?



She said I would have to wait and see. In the meantime she said, you can wash these. She handed me her pants and clothes from the day before and went off to sit by the pool until I made breakfast.

I do like holidays.

Sunday spanklet

What's Your Fantasy?

Would it be that I would tie you up,

upon an iron bed?

Visit every secret place,

from your ankles to your head?

Or talking dirty might be your thing,

and I'll respond in kind.

"Give it to me hard" I yell,

as I fuck you with my mind.

Dress me up in sexy clothes,

a schoolgirl for your play.

A nurse, a slut, a secretary.

Different outfit every day.

Or perhaps you'd like to spank me?

A naughty game for two.

If that doesn't sound like quite your thing,

maybe I'll spank you.

Menage a trois? Sounds like fun.

Two girls for your show.

If that's what makes you hot for me,

how could I say no?

Maybe voyeurism is your bag,

to watch me touch myself.

Or watch the neighbors play at love,

the cameras on the shelf.

So I will be your fantasy,

a new girl every night.

Or maybe THAT'S your fantasy.

Tell me, am I right?

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Thanks to Sunshine28 at the Allpoetry website

Warm butt in the morning

I got up early today, like I always do and went to the pool for a swim. I love this time of day when I am in a hot place and the sun is just starting to heat things up but the temperature is cool.









I enjoy skinny dipping and if I had my own place in the sun I would swim naked all the time. 

However on holiday I am only permitted to do this in the late evening when it is dark  because my wife does not want me to be seen by some gardener or house owner arriving out of the blue during the day.

After my swim I was looking around the basement room under the house where the owner kept the sun loungers and other garden stuff. I was just being nosey really. I had time to kill. 

Our ritual on holiday is that I do my own thing reading a book or working on the pc until my wife wakes up. I don't disturb her. She gets to lie in as long as she wants. Often we prepare some sort of food shopping list the evening before and I will go in to town by myself early to get what is wanted.

Anyway I was looking around the storeroom when I came across a box with all sorts of garden games in it. It was mainly old stuff but near the top was a  paddle tennis bat which had obviously seen lots of use. When I picked it up it felt real heavy. It was a laminate wood but a lot denser than usual.

My spanko brain gave me a set of instructions in seconds. I held the bat in one hand and bent over and spanked myself hard. The feeling of the smack against the wet shorts was pleasurable and I smacked myself hard twice on each cheek. Even nicer. 







I stood up, put the bat down and yanked my swimshorts down to my knees. Grabbing the paddle I bent over again and gave myself a really hard spanking of thirty smacks on each cheek.. My brain cells felt the endorphins kick in within seconds. When my bottom was as hot as I could make it I stopped, pulled up my shorts and headed upstairs to make  a coffee. I felt a delicious release and a flood of well being as I climbed the garden steps with a lovely red bottom. 

I kind of hoped that my wife would discover the marks and whip me some more but I knew that the redness would be gone before she woke up.

Service resumed - at least whilst on holiday.

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Boat ? What boat?

Day dreams and fantasies

My wife does not want so much discussion about spanking as there  may have been in the past.

She is willing to cane me every now and again but there have been no maintenance spankings for long time.

That instruction has not stopped me day dreaming about spanking.









Up on to your toes.

Don't speak, just wait in position.

Naughty girl in nice pants

Take off your trousers. Fetch the cane from the cupboard and
then say "Good evening Ma'am" to your new house mistress

One, ouch. Two, ouch. Three ouch. Now it's your turn.

Adios Mr Hef - you just left your heaven

Goodbye Mr Playboy

You gave this particular teenage boy a lot of pleasure.

I can recall holding on to two things - your mag in the left  hand and something else in my right.

Your occasional Letters on spanking were a revelation.

Poets corner - UK poetry day

Crashed through the wall
Into the dark room with the cool bench
Inviting me over.

The lights came on when the Mistress
Floated across the tiled floor
Inviting me to speak

Shivers passed down my spine
Flooding into my groin
Inviting an erection

Restraints snapped into place
Clamping wrists and ankles
Inviting me to struggle

Sentence passed and the whip curled down
Bare ass thrusting up
Inviting the stroke

Slowly got back together

It has taken a while but it looks as though we are back as a couple, my wife and I.

I have surfaced from the depression, which she helped me through, and there seems to be a sunny side to our life once more.


She tried her best with guile and charm  to bring me back from the abyss but one thing she said she would not do was to use discipline. 









She made it plain that she was tired of the submissive role I wanted and the spankings and the whipping and that she wanted straight forward loving from me, for a long while at least. 

(That rejection after so many years of playing together  initially contributed more to my depression, as I believed that BDSM and the spanking scene was a fundamental part of me.)

So, according to her rules, if I wanted to stay married I had to learn to live without the excitement and thrill and tummy stirring in a threat of the cane or paddle across my bottom.

For a trial separation, I left our home for about three months and lived on my own in a small rented property and tried to give up drink and took long walks in the country. That seemed to help get my head straight. I met a divorcee in a local pub and that's another story but I didn't stray sexually. (Close thing though)

S, my wife, and I got together occasionally and  we met at weekends on neutral territory and talked a lot. Latterly we rented a room in a small hotel in a market town and we stayed away from being in the same bed and booked a twin bedded room.

As we started to feel closer we experimented with tantric sex. My wife had downloaded some demo videos on her lap top and we tried to follow them. Interestingly we did a lot of giggling which seemed to help just as much as  the touchy-feely tantric sex stuff. For quite a few years now I hadn't been able to get an erection that lasts  and S thought that tantric sex might help. 






I developed quite a skill at giving her orgasms with the palm of my hand and she excited me just by finger touching. 

After a while we found we had spent one or two  days together enjoying each others company just like the old days. I avoided any mention of spanking. 


We gotback to just meeting up and seeing where things went. We also did quite a bit of car park fondling, just  like teenagers.



One day my wife called  me  and said it was time I should come home, with a few conditions attached. 

I had to take more exercise and keep off the drink because she thought that had been affecting my brain in some way and making me impossible to live with.


I agreed and moved back home last month. 

(My wife had told friends and family that I was away working on a long term work project).

We are trying to have some sort of sexual contact every alternate day. No matter what time it is or how tired one of us feels we are engaging in at least ten minutes of touching and caressing each others body.



S is using her heart to try to regain my mind.

Holiday snaps

He better not have bought  Tourist Class.

The hotel is lovely darling and I do hope you brought some toys.

 
So did you study that book I bought for you to read on the plane, my Darling. I don't want any misunderstandings on our little vacation.?


















I think you overdid the drinks tonight. Pants off and assume the position.







Your sister is so enjoying our little holiday snaps. She is learning a lot about marriage from me.