Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Tis the season for....'Rosy Cheeks'

      Almost THE day......2 of the grands are here all ready..and they are sooo excited:).  This post is going to be some of this and some of that.
      First a message from our friend Katie. I spoke to her yesterday.  She says to thank you all for your thoughts and prayers...she is doing OK.  It's been a long couple of months.  Katie being in the hospital, her mom's passing, they sold their house, had to find a place to stay for a month, kids coming and going and coming...you get it...lots of stress.  But being Katie, she is upbeat, and things are calming down...a bit.  She hopes to get back to blog land soon.
     Second...maintenance did occur on Monday.  One hundred with the little paddle...Master was counting, so 2 sets of 50...all hard ones...some very hard. Master wanted to be sure i keep calm this week.  Once that was over, we moved on to much more pleasant activities.
     Third...Master and i carved out some 'just us' time earlier today, before the grands arrived. We began with the traditional kneeling time, with Master 'electrifying' my breast...with His fingers...and then moving on to pinching and pulling.  When He had me panting and squirming He pulled me into Him, and we chatted quietly. About the coming week and the business, about where we have been, and where we are headed....about U/us.  The He asked if i was ready for a long hand warm-up.  Over His knee, for a wonderful hand warm-up...Master asked if it felt like a spanking...i replied, yes, but a relaxing one.  He then told me to get up and find the beaver tail leather paddle.  I LOVE that little thing...Master said a couple hundred, if a could last that long without asking for a permission.  I did manage to last...just barely.  We then moved on to pleasing each other...til it was time...to return to the real world.
     Fourth....I wish all of you a wonderful, fun, loving, family and/or friend filled holiday, filled with memory making moments, and traditions that have stood the test of time...and some new traditions thrown in , just for fun.
Thank you all for visiting here...
hugs abby

Friday, December 18, 2015

A Dice Determined Spanking...

          I have a dice spanking game.  It is 3 die, one has spanking positions, another 'toys', and the last one is numbered from 1--30.  They do not come out often, but we do have fun when they do.  Today Master decided we would only use the numbered dice.  
          Master said we would each get 5 rolls to determine  the number of spanks.  The one rolling gets to pick what implement will be used...cannot choose the same one twice. I am much more of a gambler than Master so I was all in.
             After my naked kneeling time, Master settles me over His lap for a warm-up.  He starts with His hand, for a few sets...ahhh, nice.  He then switches to a small paddle, i complain a bit, but He assures me it is still a warm-up.  He stops after each set of 25 for some rubbing...:).  
Master tells me to get the die, and let's get the Friday Fun started.
               I get to roll first, and it is a 30...the highest number possible! Before i can even say anything i see Master searching His bag, and pulling out the large flogger.  I am laughing, as i get into position.  Three sets of 10...a rather short flogging...but a great start to our fun.  Master rolls an 18.  He pulls out His Winnie the Pooh paddle.  It is shaped like Pooh and on the heavy side..not my favorite. I am over His lap, Master does not start lightly...as He says...only  18.
                   Before i roll again, i ask Master if i can take notes.  He laughs and says your readers want an accurate accounting...gets a pen and paper for me.  I roll a 12...a fairly low number.  I decide to go on the defensive.  I know that Master will eventually choose the whip and the cane...since 12 is a smaller number i am thinking i should eliminate one of those.  I choose the cane...Master is astounded, He was sure all of my rolls would be leather.  I do explain my reasoning to Him...So, 12 with the cane...my bottom is pretty well warmed up...they do still sting.  Master rolls an 18...and takes out the lexan paddle, one of my least favorites.  I am leaning over, and ouching and trying to keep breathing....two sets of nine.  (These short spankings are much easier to take..I know the end will be soon, I guess).
              My next roll is a 10 (hmm, should have saved the cane for this roll).  I decide to surprise Master again...I choose the horse hair flogger..much smaller and lighter....and tell Him I want it on my front.  I do believe it is the first time i have asked to have my breast flogged.  I stand with my hands behind my head....Master flogs my breast, and i find it enjoyable...Master's next roll is 11, I give Him a big smile.  He takes out the 'helping hand' crop.  I am a little surprised, til I hear Him say present your hands.  UGH....I put my hands out, and ask if i can close my eyes, since i know that otherwise i will move them out of position. I do shake them and move them around after each smack...even light ones hurt.  We do a little chatting after each one...and as Master is ready for the 6th one, i move my hand out of the way.  He gives a look, i say sorry..i forgot to close my eyes.  He tells me to close them and keep then close...and He finishes the next 5.
                 My next roll is 20...  YAHOO... I tell Master to take off His belt.  These are perfect...Master then rolls a 6...i am laughing.  He chooses the paddle i gave Him for Christmas last year...it is heavy and covers both cheeks.  Thankfully, it is quickly over.  My last roll is 6, I choose the double strap.  Master's last roll is 14, and before He even says anything I figure it is the whip...I am correct.  Master makes each one count....I am thanking my lucky stars it is 'only' 14.  
               Master tells me to kneel and i am enjoying His cock...it seems He is enjoying it also...LOL.  This activity always makes my nose leaky...Master always has tissue handy to help me out..  It also seems to make another part of me very leaky also...Master helps me out with that also;)
            I am almost ready for the grands...just a few batches of cookies to bake..the cleaning, decorating, shopping and wrapping are done.  Looks like we will be having a green Christmas..it was 65 here last weekend..in the 60's again possible for Christmas Eve.   Crazy weather for these parts..
        Hugs abby...



              

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Pushing Buttons...

          Maintenance Monday became Tune-up Tuesday this week.  Tis the season when days get busier and busier....
        After we agreed on a time for today, i decided to push one of Master's 'buttons'.  I sent Master a text...saying we could cancel maintenance this week.  I have made that offer before, it has never been accepted, and i always get the....this is good for You..and for me....lecture.  Master ignored the text til we were together.
         During my naked kneeling, Master asks if i was feeling a little 'bratty" today...mischievous, maybe, offering to cancel maintenance.  I laugh saying...i knew i would not have a chance in hell of getting it canceled.  Master says...pushing a button?  I nod with my best smile....
and Master shakes His head.
         I am up over His lap, when i feel hand spanks on my thighs, my head pops up and i look around...Master is grinning and asking if i feel like pushing more buttons?  I do not, and i request a warm-up, which is granted.  When the warm-up is over, Master says i am to count each maintenance spank, i hate counting...if i miscount there is a do-over, and it very much keeps me in the moment.  Master starts spanking fairly quickly, and i keep up with the counting, after 24 i say loudly....break time!  It actually works, and He stops. He says i don't usually stop til 50, and i say...that must be when You are counting.  
     After a quick rub, Master starts paddling again, and i am counting.  At fifty, i again say break time, and Master stops and rubs.  I tell Him the spanks seem harder....He asks if counting has anything to do with that. I tell Him, yes, it keeps me in the moment.  He says He will count the last 50....there is no break, just 50 hard spanks.  
     Master finishes, i thank Him, and this time the rubbing also includes some roaming.  Master 'checks' and plays a little until i am, in His words, a sticky, wet, hot mess.  Master finds 'that spot'...the one that has me panting and thinking i need a permission.  Before i can ask Master says....
Oh look, i found your button to push!  He continues to push me to that edge, to 'push' my button.  He reminds me that i cannot cum without permission, and He is not done pushing my button.  
     When He has me panting, groaning and begging, I finally get a permission or 2 or.....and the 'button pushing' for today is over.  Has it cured me from pushing Master's buttons......naw, course not!

hugs abby

          

Saturday, December 12, 2015

"Look Ma...No Hands"..

***title provided by Master...

     We are changing some Christmas traditions this year...usually we all manage to meet in Maine and celebrate with all my siblings.  Now that there are more little ones involved we have decided to try something different....so all the grands are coming to grandma's....and i am so excited.  I spent today sorting through boxes of decorations that had been put away for .....some day.  A few boxes were filled and marked as 'donations'....but the house is decorated inside and out...my all frog tree is up....and it is time to start baking...Christmas with a 3,4,6 and 7 year old...what could be better!
       Master and i managed some Fun Friday time yesterday.  It started with my naked kneeling....after claiming all of me, Master settled in for some serious breast play/torture..depending on whose definition you choose.  He was pinching and twisting, hanging on and not letting go. My hands left their position once...starting to reach for His hands, but i stopped myself as soon as I heard Master's voice....it seemed to go on forever....or more than 5 minutes, depending on which one of us you ask.
        Master stops, reaches for my bag and is looking through it.  I look at Him and He says, maybe some 'pinwheel' action will get  you to a better place.  Oh...I love that little pinwheel, and it has not come out of the bag in way too long.  I know it is in there, probably at the  very  bottom, so I decide help Master look...I don't want Him to give up on the search. It takes emptying out the bag...but we find it...ahhhhh
         I am back in my kneeling position, and Master is wheeling up and down my arms, my torso, coming close to my nipples and going around them...and finally over the nipples, around the nipples, up and down on the nipples.  His first 'tracings' are light, after a few rounds up and down and around, He increases the force.....I am starting to squirm...but not so much from pain.....more from the wonderful sensations.  Master wonders if i could cum just from this play...and then decides it is too soon to go there, so i am up and over His lap.
        He starts right in with one of the smaller paddles, and i look up and ask what happened to a warm-up?  He says, He figured I was pretty hot all ready, but does switch to His hand for  a couple rounds, then it is back to the paddle.  When He feel that my bottom is generating enough heat...He 'checks'....Yes i am almost to the point of being 'squishy'. Master stops the spanking and picks up the pinwheel toy....
        He tells me to keep my legs open...He creates a pattern on my back...tracing it a couple of times. He then travels up and down my legs...i am so relaxed....and excited at the same time.  Master then goes up to my bottom and around my pussy.  He concentrates on that area, having to stop and dry off the little wheel and cogs....He wonders if i will cum just from this....
         I am close...oh so close...when Master picks up the paddle, and tells me I have permission to cum...as often as I can while He is spanking my bottom with the paddle.  I have been well 'primed'...and i wanting more of the paddle....until, am there....the orgasms cum one and then quickly another....I am trying to quiet myself, when I hear Master say...."Look Ma, no hands were necessary " ... He laughs, and i cannot help myself...i am laughing also...  Once we get that out of our system, we snuggle in for some quieter 'play time'....;)......
     Hugs...abby    

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

It's Cookie Exchange Day...Chocolate Mint Truffles...

            So, i am 'bending' the rules...shhhh...don't tell Master anyone!  This is more of a candy than a cookie...but
   .....they are quick and easy
  ......depending on what you roll them in, they look very Christmassy
 .........they are chocolate...and they are yummy...and they store well...
...........lastly, it is easy to get the kids involved...

Chocolate Mint Truffles
Makes about 6 dozen

1 (10 ounce) bag mint chocolate chips
1 (6 ounce) bags semi-sweet chocolate chips  ( 1 cup)
1 (14 ounce) can EAGLE brand Sweetened Condensed Milk (Not evaporated milk)

Finely chopped nuts, flaked coconuts, any colored sprinkles, condensed cocoa, mini chocolate chips, colored sugar..or be creative...

In heavy sauce pan over low  heat, melt chips in sweetened condensed milk.  Chill 2 hours, or until firm. Shape into 1 inch balls...or smaller for more or bite sized...roll in any of the above coatings.  chill 1 hour or until firm. Store covered at room temperature.

**Microwave** in 1 quart glass measuring cup, combine chips and sweetened condensed milk. Cook on 100% power (high) 3 minutes or until
chips melt...stirring after 1 1/2 minutes. Stir til smooth....proceed as above.
Merry Christmas...
hugs abby


Monday, December 7, 2015

Santa's Master elf....

        Master and i were talking about Christmas over the weekend.  I was bragging that my shopping was about done, but I still had all the wrapping to do...i really dislike wrapping.  I told Master that i wished there was a wrapping elf, i would hire him in a minute.  Master laughs, and says i am talking to a professional wrapper.  I am thinking...how is it that i did not know this until now....and where is He going with this.  I decided to find out...so I ask Him if He charges by the gift or by the hour.  Without hesitation.....His answer is...just for You, 1 package equals 1 swat.  Now i am grinning .....so i quickly tell Him, He is hired!  He then says, the paddle is the heavy one...not the big punishment one, but a heavy one that is not used much.  I give Him a look and He asks if i want to change my mind...I am thinking,..it will be a play spanking, and i can control the number of spanks by the number of packages i have Him wrap, still sounds like a good deal.  Master says i am in charge of the wrapping material, He will provide the paddle.
           This afternoon i  chose 13 gifts, most of them gifts for the grands.  Master says i can choose the paper He uses for each gift, and i am in charge of the name tags.  My dream come true..watching someone wrap my gifts for me.  He wraps the first one and i slap on the name tag some place in the middle of the package.  He gives me a look....the tags go in the right hand corner, square to the box.   Really???.....yes really.  He gives me lessons on 'proper' wrapping procedure as we move along, but i am nodding and thinking, this is going to be a tradition...i shop and He wraps.
           Master finishes and the packages look great, tightly wrapped, no extra paper, corners all square, not too much tape...I pick up up everything and Master has the paddle in His hand.  I star to walk toward the living room when Master says...here in the kitchen where i wrapped.
He tells me to pull down my pants and panties, but keep them around my legs.  I lean over, and He starts in.  He is not going easy, i did not expect Him to....after each swat i hear, 1 package, 2 packages....till He gets to 13.  I get up and reach to pull up my pants, when i hear...
         Leave them down....today is Monday, time for maintenance.  I look at Him, and start to argue, but He gives me The Look....and i know, it is Monday, and Monday is maintenance day.  We go to the 'maintenance area' and i get over His lap.  Master is checking and announces, that at least one part of me responds positively to a hard paddling.  He keeps on checking, getting me wetter and wetter, until i know i have to ask, before i explode.  
       I ask Him to please start my maintenance spanking.  He asks if i am sure, i am....i am waiting, almost holding my breath.  Then i feel a light hand spank, then another.....til He gets to 100....all light hand spanks.  I quickly  thank Him....and we move on to those permissions.  Master suggests that 13 packages might mean 13 orgasms....but after 4  ( it think it was 4), i plead enough.....
         I am thinking that wrapping presents could become one of my favorite holiday activities....

hugs abby
          


Saturday, December 5, 2015

Claiming...taking...every inch of me...

         After maintenance last Monday, while we were cuddling, Master says...there is something we have not done for a while, I think Friday would be a good day.  I immediately know....Master is letting me know there is going to be a fisting  on Friday.  I have one of those love/hate relationships with fisting.  I never embrace the thought of it as soon as He mentions it....i always think...this time it will not work.  It is one of those things i need to live with the thought of before it happens....cause one thing i know for sure....if Master is thinking about it enough to mention it....it will happen.  It does help me to know ahead of time....
          Friday, i am kneeling naked, as Master is claiming me.  He asks if i remember what He mentioned we had not done in a while.  I do....He says i knew you would, i was just planting the seed.  He tells me to get over His lap, since a dripping pussy always makes fisting a lot easier.  He is starting with a hand spanking, with lots of interruptions during which He makes sure to 'stir the pot'. Just as i am panting and can feel my 'squishiness', Master tells me to get up and hang on to the mantle.  I am surprised, wondering if He is going to try to fist me while i am standing.
        Nope.....i am awakened by the sting of Master's whip.  Master concentrates on my back for a while, then moves to my bottom, and then a few quick ones down my thighs and legs.  He tells me He is going to take...to mark...all of me.  He tells me to stay put, as He goes back to His bag.  Ahhh......the flogger. Master asks if i remember Monday's flogging.  I do...he tells me that was His sensual, kind side....not the mood He is in today.  He flogs my back from shoulders down to ankles....it is a very different sensation on top of a whipping, one that i do not remember feeling before this.
     Next, i hear, turn around, hands behind your head.  Remember  I said every inch of you....He flogs my front.  I, surprisingly, am not ouching or trying to move away.  I must be in that place....where the sensation of pain disappears....When Master feels He has covered all of me, He helps me to kneel, and tells me He wants to take my mouth.  I take Him, licking and sucking, He grabs my hair and controls my speed, holds me in place, then moves my head back and forth quickly. At this point, the only thing that exists for me, is Master, His cock, and His hand pulling my hair.
    He lets go, and tells me to get on all fours, head down and bottom up.  He is going to claim, take control, of me from the inside.  He reminds me that relaxing makes everything easier.  I groan...relaxing after a whipping, a flogging, and tasting His cock.....but i know He is right, so i try to slow my breathing and relax....Master rubs my bottom and makes sure i am dripping, when i hear....1 finger, quickly followed by, there's 2.   After some stimulation,...good girl, 3.....He reminds me to push toward Him, not away from Him.....and as i am grunting....4.....and then,  He is claiming, taking that part of me.  It is a unique feeling, knowing we are connected that way.  
    I am groaning and thinking that a permission might be needed soon, while i feel Master's hand start to retreat.....but He stops, and then i feel Him inserting a thumb into my bottom.  He is moving in and out, and i am getting very close to needing a permission, when He pulls out all together and says, He wants to take, claim my bottom.  I breathe as i can feel Him remove His hand and get ready to fuck my bottom.  It does not take long and i am cumming...and feeling myself leave large wet spots.
    I fall down flat, but it is wet, so i move a bit and Master tells me He is not done, there is one more taking to take place.  It takes me a minute to process. Master helps me...telling me to get on my back and spread my legs.  I manage to turn over and offer Him my last hole....and He takes, claims me again......Master pulls me up and against His chest, and we are quiet,  until I hear Master ask....
....is there any part of abby that does not belong to me...that i have not taken...."no Sir....all of  me is Yours".  He replies....'Yes every inch inside and out....MINE'.

hugs abby


   
      

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Ella's.....Have You Ever....

              Ella posted her version of Have You Ever.....  After reading her version...adventurous is a word that comes to mind....Here are my answers...

Said something very rude to a doctor during childbirth? 
      Not that i remember....but it could part of the process that i have since blocked out....


Seen someone pop their eyeball out?
    Thankfully, I am positive that i can say no, I have not.

Had  your stomach pumped?
    See the above answer.....happily saying no, again.

Been to a drag show with a very large gay man?
   No, again.  But this time I am wishing it was a yes.....sounds like fun.

Eaten a worm?  
  A gummy one yes...a chocolate one yes...a real one...NO.

Run a nifty, little money -making business when you were 11 or 12  years old buying girlie magazines for neighborhood boys?
No, but i do admire Ella's business sense.

Crawled through an underground storm sewer for 5 blocks?
Once again ....no.

Lied about your weight?
Well DUH....yes.  (and to Master...never with You Sir.)

Needed your husband to help you up the stairs because you were inebriated?
Been inebriated many times...I just sleep where ever i land...stairs would be too much of a challenge.

Seen a movie star in an airport?
Not an airport, but in NYC last year, celebrating my birthday with my daughters, Sally Fields sat next to us at dinner...and she toasted me!

Walked out of a movie?
Not that i remember, but i have slept through many a movie....

Sat on a jury?
Yes...although i had been told lawyers do not like teachers on juries...they think too much, i was chosen twice.  The first time, the accused and His lawyer walked in, looked at us, asked to speak to His lawyer and decided to plead guilty.  I do not think he was looking at me at the time.  The second time, trial lasted 2 days...deliberations a  day....guilty.

Told a child...because i said so?  Oh yes....mine and other people's.  Is there a mom who has not?

Ran a cash register in a grocery store when you were 8 years old?
Not when i was 8, but my first paying job...besides baby sitting...was a cashier in a supermarket.  I was even robbed one day...handed over all the cash without him having to ask twice...

Wrote a eulogy for a parent?
No, my niece volunteered to do my dad's...and she nailed it.  She did the same for my mom.

Heard a song you were sure was written and sung just for you?
When i was in a college and a few years after.....Jeremiah was a Bullfrog...that song could get me 'having a few more', dancing on tables....
now...Rod Stewart's, "I'll Stand By You"....it is on my ipod and i hear it when i walk..i always think it could have been written by Master for me...

Roasted chestnuts on an open fire?
Yes...very yummy...

Eaten 44 shrimp at a sitting?
I have never counted as i ate...but 44 seems like a lot.....so I am going to say no.

Thrown all phones in a drawer for an entire weekend?
No, but during family vacations, they can only be used first thing in the morning, and before bed....

Gone on a vacation with just you?
If you count going to a retreat, yes a few times. Loved it.

Thanks, Ella...
hugs abby











  




Wednesday, November 25, 2015

When is 150 with the flogger...not 150?

             When Master is counting, of course...and those of you who have read here  before today probably have already guessed that He is not one to under count.

         Master and i decided to have some 'just us' time today, before the holiday festivities...and work...started.  Plus, we still had the LOL day poll to take care of.  The flogger was the winner by a landslide...:)...thank you all my friends. (Master did say next year He was choosing the list of implements).  The final count was 30 comments, so 150 with the flogger.  I was so looking forward to this...my favorite toy, and a nice long session with it...ahhhhhhh
             As always, we start with some naked kneeling.  Then, over Master's lap for a hand warm-up.  Suddenly i start to feel the coolness of wood on my bottom....i look up and back at Him.  He laughs and says, He was thinking that after a paddling i would enjoy the flogger that much more.  I am not sure i totally agree with His logic, but i decide to just think about the flogging.  The paddling is short....by Master's standards.  Master asks which part of my i would like to have flogged..my back, bottom, thighs, front, pussy??  I decide to leave that choice up to Him.
             I am leaning over the back of the couch....no longer a whipping station, now back to a much nicer flogging station.  The first 10 are light, and are followed with Master sensually dragging the leather all over my back, bottom and legs.  The next  set is longer (i am not counting, just enjoying),  on my back and bottom, then more lovely swishing.  Another harder set all over my back, bottom and legs, Master announces that's 60...before the swishing starts again.  
                Master continues, the flogging getting harder, but never too hard.  He stops several times to just swish the leather strips all over...i am so loving this.  At some point, He also starts to target my pussy .  I yelp a little, but also know that i am dripping.  The last set is the hardest, Master steps in and is rubbing my back and talking softly.  Master then tells me to spread my legs wide, He want to continue flogging my pussy...These are mixed, harder , softer, some very stinging, some very light....
                  I am squirming and panting when Master stops and says that was 100 more, would you like to try to cum while i continue to flog your pussy.  I do....He flogs and stops to help me along with some stimulation...
and i rise up and cum...and cum.  Master leans in and against me, as i recover and can move to His lap for some wonderful cuddle time.
Thank all of you who voted, it was absolutely lovely.
                I would like to wish all of you who are celebrating Thanksgiving this weekend a wonderful holiday...filled with laughter, family, friends and...lots of turkey and pies....
hugs...abby
             

Sad news from Katie...

     Our friend  Katie has shared some sad news.  Yesterday she received a call from the doctors telling her it was time to come and say good-by to her mom.  We all know that Katie has had a very rough couple of weeks healthwise.  She knew she needed to go, to be there.  This morning Katie's mom went to join her dad.  As many of us know, no matter how prepared you think you are, it is always very difficult to say that last good-by.  We are a group who knows how to rally around a friend in time of need...I have been fortunate enough to experience that feeling.  I am sure you will keep Katie and her family in your prayers and in your hearts during this difficult time.  
Hugs abby

Monday, November 23, 2015

You're Never Too Old ...

        I had a wonderful week with the grands.  I might be a little biased, but they are great kids, so loving and funny and smart and....LOL.  OK..a lot biased.  We did have lots of fun and made some lovely memories, including letting them each frost a dozen cupcakes with as much icing..of different colors...and decorations as they wanted.  They went straight for a bath when they finished, while grandma cleaned, and wondered 'what was i thinking?'.  The cupcakes were delicious...
       Since today is Monday, Master was ready for maintenance, me...not so much. Maintenance for me, is a love/hate...or more like....need/don't want.  Today, i was really not wanting a hard spanking.  This year, Master has started to 'make-up' a missed spanking.  So, if i am gone for more than a week, i get 2 maintenance spankings when i return.  Such was the case today...much to my dismay.
         I get to Master's, and He is working on the kitchen re-do. We chat a bit, and He tells me to go get ready....meaning naked and kneeling.  It is cool in the house, and once i am naked, i decide to put my coat back on and am walking around the room when Master enters.  He gives me THAT look, and i tell Him i am cold.  He laughs and says, i can take that of that, you will soon be much warmer.  He sits, and waits for me to be kneeling in front of Him.
         He asks me what is up...i tell Him i really do not want a maintenance spanking today.  He tells me that if i can give Him a good reason for not having one today, He will give me a pass.  Now He is a man of His word, so i know it is a good offer, so i spend some time thinking...trying to come with a 'good reason'.  The best i can do is...my head is not in the right place, and i do not think that a spanking will change that, i don't want a maintenance spanking today. He brings His forehead down so that it rests against mine.  He tells me, the less  you want it...the more you need it....and  you really need it today.  I am quiet...He asks if we are going to 'butt heads' on this.  I tell him no...since i have learned that there is at least one person on this earth who can be more stubborn than i am....and He is in the same room as i am.
        He reminds me that there will be 2 maintenance spankings, i remind Him how much i dislike this new rule...He agrees that i do dislike it.  He helps me up and i am over His lap.  He does give me a warm-up, warning that this will be a hard spanking...it is what i need. Too soon the maintenance paddle starts to fly.   After the first 10 or 15, He revs it up, i am trying to be quiet, but i finally take a deep breath and let out the ouching.  He stops after the first 50, for a bit of a rub and some chat, about me distancing while i am away....and seeming to be in a strange mood today.  He tells me 50 more and i can suck His cock before the second spanking.  Fifty more hard ones and i am being very vocal.  
          I get a break and am kneeling and forgetting the pain of the paddling, as i concentrate on His scent and taste....licking and sucking, and getting loss in my effort to please Him. Master tells me to play with myself, to feel my wetness as i continue to suck His cock. I hear Master reminding me that a second spanking needs to happen and to get over His lap.
           ..........I am not a crier...never have been.  Master has been spanking me for....close to 15 years, and i had never cried during a spanking.  He has seen my tears, seen me cry, but never because of a spanking.  Master once said, the one thing that He would like to have happen is to spank me to tears...to the release.  It was not that i was not willing to have it  happen, more that i just could not let it happen.
                      Back to today....I am over Master's lap, and Master tells me to ask Him for a hard second maintenance.  I am quiet for a bit, and i ask for a second maintenance spanking.  I get 2 hard spanks on my thighs....Master asks why He spanked me there.  I tell Him because i did not ask for what He told me to....He tells me to try again.  I do...and get it right this time.  Master then tells me this is going to be a very hard spanking, a spanking for a naughty young lady, and that i should embrace it and let myself be open and let go.....
                     He starts and i feel myself start to tear up.  Master somehow senses it...since i am face down on His lap, He cannot see the tears start...and He encourages me to let go...to let them out.  He is spanking hard, and i am being loud, and it happens....the tears start to flow.  Master stops at 50, He is encouraging me, telling me to let it all out, that the next set will be the hardest one.  It is....and i am sobbing, and saying stop....and finally just laying there crying.  
                        Master is rubbing my back and bottom,  telling me all is fine...As i quiet, He starts to roam, and get my mind on other sensations.  I am now moaning and listening to my wetness, asking for a permission...it is granted....and another....and maybe another...when i say no more...Master replies that He decides that.....finally i am jello, just laying there when Master asks me....
                        "Did you think you were too old to be spanked to tears...that it would never happen?"   I guess i sort of did...but i should have known, since Master came into my life...lots of things that i thought would never happen, are now a part of my life.  I am not sure that being spanked to tears will ever be easy for me....but is certainly is a possibility....

hugs abby

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

LOL day results....and the winner is....

           I know i am late with this...thanks to Bonnie for another successful LOL day.  I loved hearing from friends...new and...not so new.  I loved discovering new friends, and some that i should visit more often.  I listed 5 'toys' in my post, and the one getting the most votes would be used for my next  'fun' spanking.  Winner by a landslide....the FLOGGER!  You all know me well...I was rooting for the flogger, one can never have too many floggings. There were 30 votes cast..so that is 150 with the flogger.  So thank for visiting and voting..and for giving me a flogging to look forward to, soon.
         At the moment, i am wearing my grandma hat.  Daughter and son-in-law are off celebrating one of those birthdays that end in 0, with a week at a warm resort.  I get to enjoy whatever weather with a delightful 7 and 4 year old.  We spent the weekend doing crafts, baking projects, board games, make believe, writing stories...etc.  On Monday the 4 year old woke up with a croopy cough...and mid-morning i got a call from school, the 7 year old was running a temperature.  So, i moved over the grandma hat a bit and added a nursing cap.  Everyone is much better..back to school tomorrow, and hopefully the rest of the week will be calm...
        Before i left, Master gave me a 'warm' send off.  After some naked kneeling time, i was over Master's lap for a wonderful warm-up. Master was not surprised about the impending flogging, since He knows we blog friends support each other.
        Master then told me to crawl to His toy bag and drag it to Him.  It is a large leather bag, and when i reached it i thought i was grabbing for a handle to drag it over, and i pulled out Master's whip.  Wrong handle!  Master was laughing and said great choice, and as much as i tried to explain that it was not my choice, and that i was trying to grab the handle of the bag He was not listening.  I then tried to change tactic, and blamed Him for setting it up that way...He said He could have tried to make that work and it would never have worked out as well as it just did...it was fate.
      So, what had been a wonderful flogging station just last week, was now a whipping area.  I was leaning against the back of the sofa, and Master...with a big, wide grin...was holding His whip.  He started out lightly, then medium lashes mostly on my back, but also traveling down to my bottom and thighs and calves....I am concentrating on breathing and staying in place...and ouching, of course.
     Finally I hear, 20 more hard ones (i refrained my saying...what i was thinking)....and then you may suck my cock for taking your whipping so well.  He must have been thinking about that, because the first one was very light...i quickly counted..1...He said, it does not count.  I did nicely say, it was a lash and it was with your whip....so continued with 2 for the next one and so on.  Master did not question my counting skills.  At 10, He stops to rub out some of the burn and is enjoying the heat and the feel of the welts.  The last 10 are the hardest, but finally He is done.  I am trying to catch my breath, when He tells me He is waiting.
       I quickly move...One of us certainly enjoyed that whipping a whole lot more than than the other....
       I am back over Master's lap, Master is tracing a long red welt down the side of my back.  He asks if i know what it says....i am stumped...it says..Master was here, and i am to remember that while i am away. He finds the oval black leather paddle..it is stiff...but it is leather, and after a whipping is a much welcomed sensation.  Then it is my turn, to show Master how much i loved that leather paddle.....
      hugs abby...  
  
      

Thursday, November 12, 2015

LOL Day....You can decide on Fun Friday!



                                             
         Welcome to Love Our Lurkers day in blogland, and if this is your first visit to my blog a second bigger welcome.  If you have been reading and lurking...not commenting...this could be your day to say Hello!
          This is my sixth year blogging, before that I was a reader of blogs, and before that a lurker.  I know how you are feeling, since i have been there.  In my case, and I think in the case of many other bloggers, we start out blogging for ourselves.  In my case it was more of a case of Master saying, you will do this by the end of this week!!!  What keeps many of us blogging is all of our readers and yes lurkers and more importantly all of the blog land friends we have made.
               We have an interest in spanking in common....after that , we are a very diverse bunch.  We vary in age, in education, we live in different countries, some get spanked, some wish they did and some think we are crazy.  Some of us practice D/D, some M/s, some D/s...and lots of varieties of inside of those distinctions and and outside of them also.
We are a friendly bunch and very inclusive...
              So thanks for lurking....and I almost always answer my commenters, so how about starting a conversation with an Hello.
     And...as an added incentive...Master has agreed that everyone who leaves a comment can vote on what happens on Fun Friday.  Master and I like to start off the weekend, with some 'us' time...some fun play time.  
So...each vote will count for 5 smacks...you get to vote what toy will be used from the following list.  Master said to list 2 wood and 3 leather...so
         1.   Large leather strop
         2.   "my paddleman" paddle...large and heavy
         3.    Large leather flogger
         4.   cane
          5.   Master's belt

If 40 people leave a comment on which should be used...that would mean 200 with whichever implement received the most votes....Since LOL is a 2 day even this year, the 'accounting' will not be this week.

Hugs....abby



Wednesday, November 11, 2015

A Quick Flogging is a Whole Lot Better than No Flogging...:)

        Sometimes I wonder how someone whose children are all grown, and is retired, can be so busy.  I belong to several social groups, some have a set time to meet...the second Tuesday of the month is book club day.  Others, we set  dates as we need to...our birthday club gets together when there is a birthday to celebrate...we are all retired.  Our most recent birthday was the first of October...the only date that we have all been available is Nov. 23....how does that happen?
      I know it is called life...sometimes it cooperates, other times not so much.  Same with Master and i...we do prioritize some time on Monday's and Friday's as just 'us' times.  Today i woke up  early...and was antsy.  I am going to be watching grands all next week, and was thinking it would be nice if I could have a memory from Wednesday to think about since it would be 1/2 way through the week.  Now, if you have been reading here a while, you know asking is not my strong suit.  I debated, ....but finally i just asked Master if we could manage some 'us' time for today.
         We did...but barely.  I got to Master's at the same time that He arrived, and quickly was naked and kneeling.  Master was congratulating me on asking.  He said i wanted something to remember for next Wednesday so....out came a small paddle...and the large leather FLOGGER:):):).  (Yes, asking does have it rewards, that flogger has not see the light of day in wayyyyy too long.)
        Master is not wasting time on light touches, He is squeezing my breast, until i am panting and just concentrating on not moving out of position.  Master says...time for my pleasure.  I am up and over His lap, and He is holding the paddle.  He starts off very lightly, a very nice warm-up.  He then gets to Master style...and revs it up...for His enjoyment.  I am not sure how many....but enough to get my bottom red and hot.  
        When He is done with His pleasure, He says...Your pleasure time.  I am told to lean over the back of the sofa...or as Master says...the flogging area.  He tells me to open my legs wide...He wants several targets.  He starts with using the tips of flogger on my pussy.  These are light taps, and after a couple sets, Master reminds me that is no permission yet, and perhaps He should move to another part of my body.  My back is next..these are hard ones, but oh...i can feel all the stress leave my body.  Master then target thighs and legs...kind of a medium flogging.  He then goes from all the parts randomly, i never know where the flogger will fall or how long it will stay in one place.  Master is a very symmetrical person, so this is an unusual spanking, and totally keeping me guessing.
       Finally Master returns to where He started, my pussy and concentrates the rest of the spanking right there.  I can fell my wetness, i am groaning and panting...and getting so close.....Master drops the flogger and moves in with His hands and His body....He comments on the size of my clit...and soon i am off flying...a few times.  I am so spent, i cannot move, so Master sit besides me and leans in...until i can catch my breath.   Master asks if i can talk...i nod my head...LOL.  
         I do move to snuggle in to Master, and too soon Master is reminding me that our time is up...He has to go. I look up at Him smile and say....A quick flogging is a whole lot better than no flogging!
hugs abby

Monday, November 9, 2015

"A Damned Good Monday".....quote from Master...

          Master asks me if i know what day it is.  I do...it is Monday.  He looks and asks.....again...what is special about Monday. I reply..well today it is nice and sunny.  He chuckles and says....You just will not say it will you...it is Maintenance Monday!  He is right when He says...I bet you keep right on hoping, until the first swat, that I will say..no maintenance today. He is right, i do.  "Not Ever Going To Happen".
            I am kneeling, naked. Master starts off with just barely touching, but that light touch is electrifying.  He then moves on to harder pinches...and i can no longer chat, i am just trying to remember to breathe.
He asks...what part of Abby belongs to me?..."all of me, Sir".
            He helps me up, and i am laying over His lap.  I tell Him i vote for a nice light maintenance spanking.  His reply....this is not a democracy.  I laugh and tell Him, those were the exact words i always said to my junior high students every  year on the first day of school.  I went on to explain that I was the queen...since all junior high girls consider themselves princesses.  If the queen is happy, we all have a good time...if the queen is not happy , the students will pay. Master laughed ...no queen here, just a Master.
         While we are having the above discussion, Master is warming my bottom with His hand.  Yes, my bottom is heating up, it feels so good, He could go on all day...if this were a democracy.  Master picks up the paddle and tells me...it is time.  I am expecting a set of 25 hard spanks, alternating cheeks.  What i get...is 5 HARD ones on the left, and then 5 HARD ones on the right.  WOW..i am ouching loudly.  Master says He was tenderizing my bottom for the rest of the spanking.
        When we get to half way to 100, Master gives me a break and is rubbing my bottom.  He tells me He would like me to lose 2 more pounds for the holidays, so i have more 'wriggle room'.  In...a slightly sarcastic tone..i say 'it is nice to wish'.  After about 30 seconds, Master starts to laugh out loud.   When he stops He says....you are over my knee, being spanked, only half way done, I am holding a paddle....and that is the answer you  give me.  Would  you like to re-word that?
      I might be foolish, but not stupid.  I say..."Yes Master that would be nice, i will try my best".  Master says...better...and the paddle starts to fly again...2 more sets of 25.  Finally maintenance is over, and Master is rubbing and soothing me.  Then He decides enough soothing, He is now letting His fingers roam...and discovers...'a sopping mess'.  Permissions are soon needed...and granted.....and then i remember why Mondays are a while lot better than they used to be.  
      I climb up on Master's lap for some snuggle time.  Master pulls me in and says...."a damned good Monday".
hugs abby

Friday, November 6, 2015

How to break in a new belt.....Master style...

          I get to Master's and He greets me, shirtless. As soon as i see Him..i reach out and touch His furry chest....i smile widely.  He knows i love it when He greets me this way... 
          He tells me He has a small surprise for me, but not yet.  I am kneeling for Him, as He claims me.  Earlier this week, He asked me if i had any more granny panties in my drawers...i admitted i still had a couple of pairs.  He told me to get rid of one of the pairs, i could hang on to that last one....for now.  He asks how i feel about being down to only one pair...i laugh as i tell Him, it's a whole new side of me...no granny panties.  He says....not a new side, just one that needed a little encouragement to show itself...
            Master helps me up and over His lap.  He is using His hand to warm-up my bottom.  On Wednesday, Master decided i needed a mid- week  warm up, it was an all hand spanking...but lots of spanks on my thighs.  We talk about that...He is saying He was pleased at how well i took those.  Master has His bag opened next to Him and is looking for something in it.
             He finally settles on something, and it feels like leather....but not all that soft.  I ask if it is the beaver tail...He says no, but it is the same shape, just larger.  I am guessing about 100 spanks later  Master shows me He was using a black leather oval shaped paddle...and it is very stiff.  Next comes the beaver tail that i love....a little smaller and much softer.  Master could spank with this for a long time...but probably i got 100 more.  I was not counting...and Master was not counting out loud...but He is a very symmetrical person, so probably all the spankings were in sets of 100.
           I am so relaxed from the beaver tail, when i feel a much stingier spank.  It is a small leather strip...i guess like a small tawse.  The next sensation is the coolness of wood, one of His smaller paddles.  My bottom is pretty warmed up, so i am able to breathe through and without a lot of squirming.  After each toy, Master rubs my bottom, and "checks" to make sure i am indeed enjoying a Fun Friday.
         Master asks if i am ready for some cock sucking.  I grin at Him as i get up and kneel in front of Him.  I am soon loss in a totally different sensation.  
         Master then tells me that my surprise is that He has a new belt, it has never been used....not on my bottom, not on His pants.  I get to break it in.  He gets it and hands it to me....it is a plain black belt, not very wide, and yes, still stiff from the newness.  I am helped up, and He wants my head down and my bottom up.  He figures 100 will break it in  ( He is a lover of consistency).  After each 10 He switches sides.  The first 10 take a little adjustment on my part, but my bottom has been well warned and i am soon 'in the zone'.  Loving the feel of the leather as it 'kisses' my bottom, the sting, the heat...i manage to stay in position, but know that i am dripping.  
           When He is finished, He asks if i realize how wet i am..He suggest i touch myself.....i am a sopping, dripping, mess.  Master has been standing right behind me, rubbing my bottom with His body.  He tells me He thinks i need a good...hard...fucking.  He tells me to present my bottom, He comes up behind me...and i am so primed, so ready that i am soon panting and grunting...Master kindly does not wait for me to try and form the words...He tells me to cum for Him.....i do and lay flat on the floor.  Master tells me He is not done with my ass, to get it back up there....i manage to respond....and He has me cum for Him one more time.  
        I turn around to face Master and am pulled into Him, laying my head on His lap.  I can't move, can't even have a logical conversation, Master hangs on to me, talking softly, letting me recover.  I cannot wait to see Master wearing His new belt...I will be grinning, and wanting to touch it, and mesmerized by it.
     Have a great weekend...we had a week of record high temps for 4 days in a row....it is ending...but it was so gorgeous while it lasted.  
     Have a great weekend all....
hugs abby

Monday, November 2, 2015

Another Monday....means another maintenance spanking....

             Once again, it's maintenance Monday.  Master and i are talking about our 'maintenance history'.  It's been about 6 years since we started maintenance.  It has changed somewhat over the years, but there has been one constant......unless one one of us is away for the whole week (or in the hospital).....i get spanked every single week, for the past couple of years, on the same day....Monday.  When i envisioned maintenance, it was a fun, light, re-connect spanking, with hugs and snuggles.  Possibly using only Master's hand, or a different 'toy' each week.
             If you have read here, you know.....that is not what Master envisioned....and in case of tie....well we all know who wins.  As much as i would still prefer my version, i have to admit, Master's version of a hard spanking with His maintenance paddle, has kept me from earning a harder Punishment spanking.  And i know, no matter what else the week brings, i will be spanked at least once.  That does wonders in keeping those pesky little head voices quiet.
             I am kneeling, naked, and in position while we are discussing this, and He is claiming me.  As He is rubbing and pinching, the conversation wanes and soon it is time for me to get over Master's lap.  Master is kind enough to include a short hand warm-up before the maintenance spanking starts.  I know that from the first smack with the paddle, the spanks will all be hard ones....there is no slow build up. Master likes to know He is making a point...or an impression....and i am ouching and squirming almost from the very beginning.  When he gets to 25, He stops for some rubbing and to let me catch my breath.  The next 25, and another break.
            He asks if i am ready to continue, i suggest that another break at 75 would be really nice...."that is not the way I do maintenance"...i had to try. This last set is 50, and the last 5 are the hardest.  By then i am ouching loudly after each spank.  After the last spank, i just go limp. Master rubs my hot bottom, until He decides to roam a little, and check other parts........they are hot also, but in a much nicer way....
         I can hear and feel my wetness, and i just relax and enjoy, until i can feel my excitement climb, and know that soon i will be need a permission.  I ask and when i hear....cum for Me....i respond almost immediately ....a couple times.  I am recovering as Master is talking and massaging me back to reality.  My body is still giving off small tremors, and Master asks if i might like to cum again.  I am nodding my head, Master picks up the paddle and tells me to cum as He is spanking me....and i do, and i am finally spent and limp.  When i can move i climb onto Master's lap, and snuggle into His neck, spent, content, where i belong.......
      We are having beautiful weather here...and i rarely get to say that.  Walked outside today, and looks like i will be able to all week...blue skies, fluffy clouds, and temps in the low 70's...unheard of for November!  
Have a good week all...
hugs abby
              

 

Friday, October 30, 2015

Travelling Stripes...

         I am kneeling waiting for Master's first touch.  I feel a hard pinch on a nipple. I now know....He is in THAT kind of mood.  I look up at Him, His eyes and His grin reinforce that thought.
        He continues, squeezing, pulling, pinching my breast, my nipples...no talk just a total claiming of that part of me.  When He is done He takes my hands and pulls me up and over His lap.  I breathe easier when i feel His hand, spanking my bottom.  I relax and enjoy the warm-up. He is spanking all over my bottom, it will be a uniform shade of red when He is finished with this delicious warm-up.
       I then feel a stinging smack....i am trying to identify it when i finally just put head my up and sneak a peak.  Master chuckles....I got a new paint stick.  Now, when i think of paint stick , i think of maybe 12 inches long, and inch wide and light wood.  What Master is holding, must be the new king sized one....double in size and weight.  He gives me that evil grin, and i just shake my head.
         He does start off lightly, increasing in intensity as He continues.  He continues until i start to squirm. He starts to complain that He cannot get the angle He wants.   He stops and tells me to get up, and get on top of the hammock, on my hands and knees.  Umm..this is a new use for the hammock.  He is still using the paint stick, full out.  My bottom is well warmed, the sting spans both cheeks and i am getting loss in the sensation.
             Master stops and i am staying in position waiting....He is in front of me and i look up, and His cock is at eye level.  I raise my head and it is at just the right level.  I cannot use my hands so it is all tongue and mouth, Master stops me just short of accomplishing my goal.  He walks away, and i suddenly feel a light tap, tap, tap on my bottom....the cane.  He continues to tap for for a few minutes and asks if i am reading for my traveling stripes.  I say i am not, so He continues to tap, telling me to tell Him when i am ready.  He continues to just tap, and i am thinking this feels pretty good.  After about 5 minutes, i know that He will continue until i say i am ready, but i am starting to get to the point of wanting a relief of another kind.
             As soon as I say, 'i am ready', Master goes from tapping to swishing.  I am not sure how many, i was concentrating on staying on the hammock , in place.  He does stop after each set for some rubbing.  I realize that He has stopped and is back standing in front of me of me....i look up and take His cock in to my mouth.  When i am done, He moves behind me, to trace the welts with His wet cock.  
            I am soon panting and and pushing my bottom out.  Master helps me up and off the hammock, into a more comfortable position, and i am rewarded for my efforts.....until i feel like a rag doll. Master continues to rub and massage my body as we snuggle until i can move and think logically once again.
          I am leaving soon to  spend Halloween with a 7 year old 'dog' and a 4 year old 'pumpkin'.  I have lots of different halloween activities to keep us celebrating all day.   Hope you all have a spooktacular time....

hugs abby
              

Monday, October 26, 2015

Release...from a spanking...

          We have had an extended time of gorgeous fall weather.  I love autumn, the bright coloring of the leaves...the cool nights to sleep...the warm-up on bight sunny days.  I have been walking outside, so much nicer than walking around a circle...but those days are coming to end, probably on Wednesday.  I am thankful for all the beauty Mother Nature has provided us with over the past couple months.
             Today was maintenance day, as always.  I am kneeling, naked, and after Master has claimed all of me He concentrates on my breast.  He is touching them very lightly, circling the nipple, the whole breast, touching, but just barely my nipples.  After a bit of time, He asks if i can feel the electricity between us, i nod....since i am holding my breath.  Master asks if i can feel myself getting wet, i smile, look up at Him and say Yes Sir.  He continues, until my breathing turn to panting, and i know i going to start dripping.  He pinches each breast, and tells me it is maintenance time.
            I am over His lap, He checks and says i am already a 'sopping mess'....why is it words like that, coming from Him, make me happy and cause me to smile?  Master then starts to just lightly use His fingers all over my body...from feet to hair.  Up and down just barely touching, then after a couple of trips up and down my body, He uses his finger nails to add a different sensation...but still lightly.  I start off totally relaxed, enjoying the sensations, the feel of Him all over my body.
           As He continues, by breathing quickens, and i can feel myself start to drip.  Master says...I wonder if you could just cum form this light touching.  I say i do not think so , but as He continues, He sees me clutching my bottom and my breathing has turned to panting.  Master warns me that if i continue that i will prove Him right....and there are no permissions on maintenance day, until after the spanking.  
            It feels sooo good, i just want Him to continue.  So i decided to hang on as long as i can.  Master warns me, cumming without permission is a reason for a punishment spanking.....after maintenance.  I can feel my body tensing, so i know i need  to change focus, i quietly ask Master to start my maintenance spanking.  He asks if i am sure....i nod...He says....Please Master start my maintenance spanking...and say it like you mean it.  I take a deep breath, and ask again...beg again.  Master stops roaming all over my body and starts His warm up.
         After the first few spanks, my whole body relaxes...Master chuckles and says...relaxing, releasing that tension, from a spanking?  He kindly gives me a long hand warm-up...my bottom and all of me is warm and toasty.  Part of me is also ready to explode.  Master notices the signs, and picks up the paddle, maintenance has started.
           These spanks are hard ones...from the first one...and they get harder.  Two sets of 25 with stops for rubbing, and then one long set of 50...the last 5 extra hard.  I am loud and vocal with my ouching.  I do remember to thank Him when He is done.  He reaches in and takes some of my wetness to spread over my bottom...His way of cooling me down.
I soon feel His fingers starting their route over my body again....this time stopping and 'stirring the pot' as He like to put it.
               I hang on as long as i can....which is not all that long (LOL)...and i am asking for a permission.  It is granted, and i am off....one of those from the gut, loosing all track of anything else, loss in the sensation......explosions.  Finally i am spent, and all i can do is lie still.
Master is talking, i think, and i can feel Him tucking me in and holding me close.  After a bit, i thank Him...He laughs and thanks me...
               Maintenance Monday....a hard spanking...and some hard loving....what a great way to start the week.
         hugs abby
             
         

Saturday, October 17, 2015

A "Strappety, Strippety" Day....

.........That title came from Master...words He used during our play time....

........If  you have read here for a while, you know that Master is a man of surprises.  He is creative, and i am never  sure what to expect, even when i think i have it figured out...usually i don't.  
         I am over His lap, His hand warming my bottom.  We are chatting and i had noticed the large leather strop was out of His toy bag.  Toys seem to cycle through...we don't use one for a while, and then it makes several appearances in a short time.  Lately that strop has been on Master's agenda fairly often....i totally approve.
        I am enjoying this warm up time....when i suddenly feel something cold and hard on my bottom.  I look back, one of Master's small paddles.  I give him a....What???...look.  He chuckles and says He is doing me a favor by being thorough in His warm-up.  Finally i am told to get up and present my bottom....strop time.
          The strop is large...wide and long, and has a double layer of leather.  It will never replace the flogger as my favorite....but i love the feel of it.  Before He starts, Master announces that it is going to be a strappety day.  Master decides on sets of 10 per side.  Often, one side seems to hurt more than the other. especially at the beginning of a spanking session.  The long strands of leather, cause some over- lapping to my hips/side...which cause me to yelp.  After the first few sets, i am settled and enjoying the stropping.  I do not know how many sets there were..guessing around 10.
           Master stops and rubs, then tells me to stay put, as He leaves the room.  Just as i was beginning to think of other more enjoyable pursuits.  He returns, i look up....He is holding a cane.  I open my mouth...but before i can get anything out....Master says, play time....the strop was for You, the cane is for me.  It has been a long time since i have seen stripes on  your bottom.  It has been while, but i am not sure it is ever quite long enough between canings.
            Even on a very warm bottom, i am ouching and squirming and fighting to stay in position.  After a few sets, Master stops....and i am left wondering if He is done....i doubt it...but He has dropped the cane.  I hear His belt being unbuckled, and think, wow, from the cane to His belt.  I am waiting for the feel of the belt, it does not happen.  After a minute, Master steps up behind me, and He is rubbing himself on my bottom.  He is using His cock to trace the lines of the caning.  It does not take long for me to be  panting and pushing back....needing more. 
               Master pulls me up and i look at Him and quickly kneel, to suck His cock.  I am totally immersed in His scent and taste, when i feel a stripe being added to my back side.  I look up, letting His cock fall out of my mouth.  I am told to not let that happen again, I am to keep sucking...not stop at all, while He adds vertical stripes to my horizontal ones.  My first thought is...He is a brave man....I slow down, as the stripes increase and am told to keep up the pace.  I finally manage to concentrate on sucking and licking and....the caning continues, but it has become secondary to my pleasing my Master.
                   Master finishes, and asks if i need a permission....He sure does know how to ask silly questions....He says i don't need to answer, He already knows the answer.  Master is using my wetness to trace my welts as He brings me right to the edge.  I am there, i beg for a permission, it is granted, and i explode....a few times.  Master continues to rub my bottom, telling me He has me, as the tremors continue to rule my body.....finally i am quiet, laying there, until i feel i can move.  I hear Master say...guess this was a strippety day also.
                   I laugh at His use of words, and He tells me my bottom almost looks light a tic tac toe game...but there are too many lines and they are not aligned correctly.  He says, the next time He canes me, He will make sure it is in a correct tic tac toe pattern...I look at Him, and say...."you are kidding".  I should know better, He explains to me it would only take 4 stripes, i should be looking forward to it.  He just needs to figure out what to use for the o's and x's.  I am shaking my head....but i have a feeling there will be a very interesting game of tic tac toe in my future.

hugs abby
            

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Master proves me wrong.....once again...

           My grandma time was...as usual wonderful.  We had some fun at special outings....a state fair for all the New England states, wow ...we need to go back, one day is just not enough! Grandparents day at school was delightful, dance parties where i learned new moves....and lots of laughs and hugs...
           Master reminded me as soon as i returned that i had missed a maintenance day.  He asked if i knew what that meant...i hemmed and hawed....until He laughed and refreshed my memory.  A  new rule this year is  that any maintenance spanking that is missed, will be made up.  I told Him that i hate this new rule....one maintenance spanking is more than enough. His reply....I am allowed to hate a rule, i am just not allowed to not obey a rule.
            After my naked kneeling, i am over His lap.  My warm-up spanking is longer than usual.....just His hand on my bottom, i am loving it...but also realize that He is getting me ready for a double maintenance spanking.  Once warm-up is done, i 'mention' again that there is no need for 2....He tells me it will happen, but if i ask nicely after my first one, i can have a break....and suck His cock.  The first spanking is in sets of 25, with some rubbing between sets.  After two sets i am squirming and by the fourth set i am ouching loudly.
            First spanking is done, and as soon as i catch my breath i ask if i may suck His cock...before He has a chance to start spanking again.  Permission is granted, and we both enjoy the spanking interlude.  Too soon, i am back over His lap for the second spanking.   Before He starts the second maintenance begins He grabs one of my nipples and is going to 'hang on' for the duration of the spanking.
       One of the ways that Master likes to be creative, is to find how many different ways He can make me cum.  I have grown quite fond of his...experimenting ...LOL. A few times now, He has wondered aloud if could cum from nipple play....along with would i ever ask for nipple play or for harder pinching and squeezing.  I was positive that would not be the case....and once again, on this day, He proved me wrong.
       This second spanking is in two rounds of 50.  Master is squeezing my nipple with increased intensity and spanking with  the maintenance paddle, and i am almost loss in the twin sensations.  I am not squirming and am being vocal, but am also starting to pant and moan.  After the first set of 50, Master comments that my head seems to be in a different place...hmmm, i wonder why.  He 'checks' to see how my body is reacting, since i am denying that i am enjoying this second maintenance...and yes, He finds the evidence He is looking for....i am wet, my clit is swollen, and i am urging His fingers on.  
        He tells me i may ask to cum during the second set, He grabs on to a nipple and starts in.  The spanking takes second place to the sensations in my nipple.  I am pushing up  my bottom to meet the paddle, but i feel i need...want...more.  The word 'squeeze' comes out of my mouth...Master asks me what i want.  Words cannot be formed, so He asks if i want Him to squeeze my nipple harder and i am nodding.  He increases the pressure on my breast, and as He finishes up maintenance,  the word squeeze is replaced with ...please.  Master tells me to be more specific....i get a request for a permission out....it is granted...and as that second spanking is ending......i explode. My body is in spasms....i am being very loud....i vaguely hear Master's voice and feel His hands.....As i start to quiet, I hear Master asking...did you just ask me to pinch your nipple harder...and for permission to cum from me doing that?...
         His question needs no answer, as we melt into each other....and just enjoy the 'after glow'.  Moral....never doubt a determined Master....

hugs abby