Monday, November 21, 2016

Naughty List and Lovin It!

           Most importantly this early morning, a big Thank You to everyone who helped make LOL days such a success this year. I am still catching up with some of the posts, it was so wonderful to hear from all of you and meet new friends. I have not added up the total for my next spanking....I am away wearing my grand-ma hat this week....but all the 'toys' listed received at least one vote and the flogger was the top vote getter. My welcome home spanking will be lots of fun! Of course a big Thank You to Hermione for organizing and hosting!
       Before I left last week, I went shopping for new undies, mainly bras, since I had not replaced my 'every day' ones in a long time.  Just as I suspected, after I was sized, I needed to drop a couple sizes for a good fit. I really like to hear....you need to buy a smaller size, yes even with a bra. I noticed there was a table with a large display of panties, in a large variety of colors. I didn't really need new ones, but I had to walk over and look.  A couple of them had interesting words on them, way too enticing to just walk away.
      I decided to purchase a few, walked up to the counter and the sales lady says..are these a gift for someone?  I almost just said yes, and let it go, but then I said...no, they are for me...to perhaps have a little fun with.  She replied...my husband calls these funsies, since when I wear them it means I am in the mood for some fun. I laughed and said, I am pretty sure they will work that way for me. You just never know.....do we??
          The pair I wore for last week's Fun Friday had the words in my title for this entry on the back of them.  Master had told me to get ready....naked and kneeling...while He went to get something. He walked back in to find me standing and wearing panties. He gave me a "LOOK" and I quickly turned 
around and waved my bottom at Him. He laughed and said..." keep them on"..:)
            Once over His lap, He asked why I had chosen the bright red color, I replied it was the only color they had with this saying in them. He continued, reminding me that it is almost universal the spankers think they should try to match the bottom they are spanking with the color of the undies being worn.  I am not entirely certain that it is a universal rule, but since He was allowing me to keep them on, I did not argue.
          Starting with His hand, and then on to one of His smaller paddles, He eventually had my bottom matching my undies. Of course by then, we both interested in another kind of fun...so they were removed, and we moved on to a few...orgasms. Yes, the undies were well worth the investment.
          If I do not get a chance to say it on Thursday, hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving counting your blessings and remembering...there is no such thing as calories on this holiday.  I am very thankful for all of you for so many reasons.....
hugs abby

Friday, November 18, 2016

LOL DAY...You get to choose my next spanking!

             Welcome to LOL Day, a day we put aside to celebrate our readers and to encourage out 'lurkers' to say hello! I was in your shoes once, before I started my blog.  What I found when I finally said hello was an accepting group of friends. I always try to respond to any comments, so it is really the start of a conversation and getting to 'know' each other.
            For the last couple of years LOL day comments have determined my next spanking. The tradition will continue this year.  If you are knew to my blog, I just want you to know....Master is a 'Paddle Man'...and I am a leather girl...hint, hint.
    Here are this year's possibilities...
       1. Leather tail beaver paddle
       2. Crop
       3. Large flogger
       4. Cane
       5. Strop
       6. Paddle Man Paddle
.......I have a love/hate relationship with the cane....and had to add at least one paddle...did not want Master to think this voting process was rigged :o.....Each vote equals 10 with that 'toy'...
Enjoy these two days, we are a diverse group, where our differences and our commonalities are celebrated!
hugs abby

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

A Different Kind of Release...

.......... I stayed up until 1 AM this morning, not believing what I was seeing and hearing.  I am so happy that my children are adults, and my grands are too young to know what is going on. How do we explain to children that the President of our country is not a role model for them?? I can only hope and pray that kindness, civility and acceptance return to our lives.

..........Thank you all for the good thoughts and prayers and support....please keep them coming.

        Master always takes great delight in reminding me ahead of time when the first Monday of the month is right around the corner....maintenance and harder play Mondays. I am not nearly as enthusiastic about the first Monday of the month as He is. This Monday I was really not even in a maintenance mode, never mind harder play.  I did think about asking Him to delay it, but the words...when you least want a spanking is when you need it most, kept playing in my head, and I know that we have been at this for a long time and He knows how to get my into a good head space.
           As I am getting ready for my naked kneeling, I see not only the maintenance paddle, but also the school paddle...it is long and heavy.  I am just trying to quiet everything else going on in my head and concentrate on relaxing and accepting.  After a lot of squirming on my part, I am invited over His lap.  He does start with a long hand warm-up, and them moves on to the maintenance paddle.
           I am ouching and squirming from the start, after each set of 25 Master stops for some rubbing and encouraging words.  Usually after the second set I am more settled, not happening on this day.  I continue to squirm and be vocal to the last spank.  Master lets me have some quiet time over His lap, as He is still rubbing my back and bottom and legs.
              He then asks me to get up and hand Him the school paddle, and go lean against the fire place mantle. He reminds me to present my bottom and not to move out of position...and to count and thank Him after each one.  I groan loudly counting and thanking....not my favorites either.
                 He starts in slowly, waiting for my count and thanks before each spank.  They are hard, but I do stay in place while letting Him know that they hurt.  "Ten, thank-you Sir". and he pulls me into a hug.  I am stunned...10 and He is done??? I quickly say Thank you Sir, I am totally amazed that He stopped at 10...shortest hard play Monday ever.
                 His fingers start exploring, and He is surprised to find that my usual wetness is missing.  He continues trying to remedy that, until I finally say...let's just stop, it's not happening. He continues for a couple more minutes and then picks up the small paddle and starts to spank lightly.  Something goes off in my head, and I know what I need...something that I have been suppressing, I say 'harder, Sir'. He hesitates, just for a bit, I push my bottom up and He start to spank harder.  After a couple rounds I say again....harder.  He complies and as He continues to spank, i start sobbing.  He stops spanking, and is rubbing me all over speaking softly.  
                 I am finally done with the sobbing and am crying quietly and I hear Him saying, ...let it all out...you are safe, let go...I've got you cry it out....over and over. I finally am cried out, He continues to touch me, but we just stay quiet for a while.  He then asks me if I am ready to move, I am not.  He tells me just to stay where I am, until I am ready to move.  After a few more minutes, I start to tell Him..I am sorry, this Monday was not what He expected.  He tells me His only expectation is that I am His...and I am. He thanks me for giving Him my tears, He knows that is not easy for me. 
He then adds, that I got exactly the kind of release I needed today...and He pulls me into Him, finally totally relaxed.
hugs abby
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Saturday, November 5, 2016

One (or two) of THOSE kind of weeks...

               Life has been throwing around a lot of lemons for the past couple of weeks.  We are fine, but family and close friends have kept us busy with hospital stays and declining health.   Things have quieted a bit, but we know that there is more to come....such is life at times.
                     Last week's Fun Friday was cancelled...we were each helping family and friends, and there are only so many places one person can be...altho if anyone could be in two places at once, it would be Master.  By Monday, Master was more than determined and M/M day would happen. And so it did...never bet against Master.
                        It was pretty much like most maintenance spankings. Kneeling time, a hand warm-up, then 100 with the maintenance paddle.  I thought that the spanking was harder than usual, but Master claimed that my bottom had gone too long without "his loving touch".  After the last spank, Master said He had a treat for me...and it was not His cum. 
                           He had taken the tens unit out to play.  I was grinning, I love the sensations it creates.  Master started off with the pads on my breasts. He reminds me that I need to keep talking and informing Him what I am feeling.  I tend to not be thrilled with breast play, except when the tens unit comes into play.  He starts out with a steady sensation, no breaks, and increases it slowly until I let Him know it is enough.  After a bit He switches to a pulse sensation, starting low and moving up.  Finally there is a slow continuous increase in sensations...which is my favorite.
                                   Once we have cycled through all the sensations, Master takes off the pads and leads and starts with them on my bottom.  On a still warm and tender bottom from maintenance, it is my favorite place to have the pads. Master then puts them on my pussy lips, which brings me quickly to a pant and lots of squirming.  Master stops and tells me, He will put me in charge....those are words I never thought I would hear. He hands me the control and explains the different settings, and tells me He will be otherwise occupied, while I take charge of the controls.  Master is busy seeing how close He get me to orgasm...it does not take all the long for Him to get me very close.  I drop the control and am begging for permissions, which He is nice enough to quickly grant.
                            Our batteries were re-charged to face the rest of the week....and it was a good thing. It was another rough week...and honestly that might be the norm for a while. By the time Friday morning came around, Master first words to me were...how about a long leather session later today.  Ahhhh...words that make me smile...and cross my fingers that life would not interfere.
                          We got lucky... after my naked kneeling, Master asked what leather I would like to start with...I quickly reply, His hand.  He chuckles a bit, but does agree that it could be considered leather.  So, I am over His knee getting a wonderful hand warm-up.  Next, Master switches to the small, oval leather paddle.  It is a great follow up to His hand, I am soon so relaxed, more relaxed than I have been in too long.
                      Master then tells me to go get His belt since that is next.  I am waiting for Him to tell me where He wants me to lean over...when He tells me I may lay down flat a use a pillow...He is such a sweety, sometimes..He starts with 100, then tells me to face the other way for the next 100. I am mostly relaxed except for to occasional over lap, or too low swat, which causes me to howl a bit.
                           Last in line is the large leather strop.  It looks intimidating, and can be...but on a well warmed bottom, and a Master who is in a good mood...it is perfect. One hundred more, in sets of 10 with lots of rubbing, and I am heading to my relaxed, happy place. When He is done, Master checks to see if I might be ready for permissions...I am getting there, so He helps me along, until I am just laying there, satiated, barely able to breathe.
                          Once I am back to earth, I look back at Master and tell Him....what would I do without You to chase away some of the yuckies of the past couple weeks.  He pulls me to Him, til we are face to face, and says to me...what would I do without you to chase away the yuckies of the past couple weeks.  I smile and as I snuggle into Him, as close as I can get, I hear Him say...we are so lucky to have each other.
                                  I am reminded of how lucky we are....to be able to share both the yuckiness...and the yummyness...that life brings. Hope you all have more yummy moments than yucky ones this week.
hugs abby                             
                             

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Meeting of 'Lurkers Anonymous"

            All of you wonderful lurkers in blog land...take note.  There is help coming to help you de-lurk.  Save the dates of November 18 and 19, yes we even give you a choice of 2 days.   Two days in which Hermione hosts LOL...Love Our Lurkers Day.  It is a day just for all of you, to put aside and enjoy coming out of the shadows and letting us meet you...or stay anonymous and let us know you are reading with a comment.
             The bloggers who are participating (and there are a lot of us) will all be listed at Hermione's. We will have a post welcoming you...some will also let you vote to see what their next spanking will feel like, or how many strokes or...some will let you know how they became part of our wonderful community. There are no rules for the bloggers and  the lurkers...just lots of fun and the potential for new friends.
                Every year, I get at least one comment from someone who tells me it is their first comment on a blog...and that makes my day...makes my week.  That first comment is the hardest..I know I have been there. Seems like ages ago now, but that first comment led to my own blog (not a necessary step...no rules remember), to learn a lot about myself, and to realize that there was a community (or family) of friends out there who, although we are all different, in many ways we are all alike. What I found was acceptance, encouragement and support...always.  
                 Last year, I invited everyone to comment on what 'toy' Master would be choosing for my next spanking, and gave 5 choices.  Each vote meant 5 swats with the winning 'instrument'. Not sure what I will come up with this year yet....but hope to hear from many of you...even if it is just a hello.  I (almost always) respond to comments, so all it takes is a hello to get a conversation started...and who knows where that will lead.
hugs abby

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Stripes......

              First thing Master says to me on Friday morning....it has been too long since I created a nice striped pattern on your ass.  That will be remedied as soon as I get home from work, be ready with your cuffs on. He then told me, not to think about it all day, just enjoy  my day......
                  At the end of the work day, I am kneeling, naked except for my ankle and wrist cuffs.  Master is reclaiming me as we chat a little, until chat is replaced with panting. I am then over His lap for a warm-up starting with His hand and then some with that hair brush that seems to always be available. Master asks if I am ready to get my stripes....as ready as I will ever be.
         Master gets the rope out of His bag, telling me He is going to help me stay in place.  I have not been restrained in a long time...and i do enjoy the feeling of not having to worry about moving out of place or putting my  hands in the wrong spot..all that is a mute point.
                   Master is always creative, often adding something new or different to our play time.  This time He told me to kneel over the back of the sofa on a pillow, my breast hanging over the back of the sofa.  He has me spread my legs as far apart as I can, and He secures them. My arms are also spread and tied in place.  Master thinks I am a little high and removes the pillow I am kneeling on.  I tell Him I am more comfortable with the pillow, He manages to get it under me again, without disturbing the restraints.
                       I feel Him rubbing one of His canes over my bottom, hear Him tell me to get ready, and He starts.  I am not sure how many, but several sets of 12...maybe 6 or 8. After each set,  He does stop to rub and tell me what a beautiful design  He is creating on my bottom, He loves seeing it striped. Finally I hear, last 12..you have to count and thank me after each one...UGH.  He starts standing to my left, and I count to 6, with thanks after each one.  He moves to my right, and I decide to start at 6 and count down...He chuckles knowing I am putting my own little touch on the count down. I get to 1, and say done....He replies we are not at 0...so one more. Now we are done.  
                      He, of course, has to check and see if I am responding....besides just the verbalizing....I am a bit. He asks if I want a break...I am thinking...a break???...I thought we were done.  But I say yes, He moves to the front of me, smiling and says, you look so wonderful just as you are, I do not want to untie you yet. Now this could create a problem, since He is not 7 feet tall...He brings a kitchen chair over and stands on it....He is a little high, but I can stretch a bit and I am enjoying His cock.  As I start I am trying not to laugh as I think how we must look, but that is soon forgotten.
                         Master then asks me if I would like stripes of another kind.  As I am trying to figure out what He is talking about, I feel the swish of the flogger all over my back...ahhh...Yes Sir.  Master treats me to a wonderful flogging with breaks for swishing and rubbing.  I can feel myself getting wetter, and I am almost totally loss in the amazing sensation when I hear....time for stripes of another kind.
                         I am trying to figure out what He means, when I feel the  of His whip. One of His favorites, not high on the list of mine.  But, I do know how much it pleases Him when I accept a whipping, and it does make me feel very submissive.  I am ouching from the start, as He explains He wants the stripes on my back to match those on my bottom. He is a very symmetrical person. Finally He is satisfied, and I am treated to a wonderful rub down, before He releases me from the restraints. 
                               So I am wearing stripes this weekend..not making much of a fashion statement.....but feeling very submissive...and that makes both of us smile...
hugs abby 
                                 
                                
                            
                    
              
             

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Fuck Me Hard Wednesday...**

   ***Yes, Master strongly suggested this title.

    Our family Disney vacation was a success..after we survived the hurricane.  The grands were real troupers, not a melt down to be had. And yes, even all the adults managed to get along. Disney seems to be taking a new direction on some of the newer children's activities....inter-active.  The three oldest grands got to train to be Jedi fighters, costumed for the part and armed with light lasers. They each had an opportunity to fight...and defeat...Darth Vader. Princess Belle's meet and get a signature also included the children and the princess acting out  a scene from the movie...when Belle falls in love with the beast.  They all had parts and loved it.  Great changes!
        Like all good vacations, we returned exhausted.  Monday was double maintenance day, with Master's trusty little paddle, and some time to catch up on some MFL (mighty fine loving).  No matter how wonderful a vacation is...it is always nice to be back home.
         Wednesday morning, Master let me know, He was in the mood for a 'wonderful Wednesday'.  He gave me a few hints about what He had in mind...then told me not to think about it all day, and try to keep my panties dry all day. He left for work with a huge grin.
            At the end of the day , I was kneeling naked, Master claiming all of me, concentrating on my breast...gentle and not so gentle tugging and pinching.  He is using the hair brush, both sides, the flat wooden side and bristle side.  Intervals of spanks and using the soft bristle side.  He continues until I am squirming and can feel myself getting very wet.  He then decides, that it is break time...so I manage to get up and and kneel and do my best to distract Him from that hair brush.  It worked for a while....
            Master then has me get back over His lap.  He is checking and says He wants me dripping.....and He knows just how to achieve that goal.  He then decides to fill me...using the largest toy we have,  I struggle with it a bit, but Master is soon thrusting it in and out, reminding me that i do not have permission to cum yet, and it will be a while before i do.  When He senses that I am right at the edge, He stops tells me to close my legs an keep myself full. He picks up the brush and starts to spank...lightly at first, with a slow build up. Stopping for some rubbing, making sure that all my focus is on the sensations He is creating.  
              I finally blurt out..I am so very wet and dripping... Master checks and agrees.  He returns to playing with the toy...i feel myself squirting and puddling.  I don't always squirt, but it does happen, and I have left wet spots behind to clean up....but this was like a flood. I finally get permission  to cum, and Master does not let up on the sensations. I keep cumming until I can't breathe or move....and Master finally just pulls me in and holds me close.
                Once I have quieted, Master decides that a round two should start.  I try to tell Him I am done....but....Master does know best.  He soon has me gushing and cumming again and again....until I am limp and totally spent.  I tell Master i do not think I have ever been that wet ....He agrees and shows me the puddle that i left behind....not bad for an old lady:).
                   I guess the moral is...absence not only makes the heart grow fonder, it makes the orgasms stronger....and the sheets wetter....
hugs abby