Saturday, April 30, 2016

Maintenance...Wednesday? and...Go Red Sox!

          I have been busy wearing my grandma hat.  I spent the first part of Spring break week, with 2 delightful little ones...they took grandma to the frog exhibit at the science museum, to the zoo to see the giraffes, and to Fenway to catch a Red Sox game...yes the correct team won!  We kept very busy, and the remaining 2 grands took the train to spend the last part of the week with us.  We topped it off with a birthday celebration..the youngest grand is now 4...how does that happen so fast.
           So, it was Wednesday by the time Master declared Maintenance Day.  We had missed one the week i was away...so it was double maintenance day.  I did try to argue the point ( i do not give up easily), but knew that Master was not changing the 'missed maintenance will be made up' rule.  After my naked kneeling, i was over Master's lap for a hand warm-up.  It had been over 2 weeks since any spanking...and in my world that is a long time.  Sometimes that means that i have a hard time settling in...or as Master says, accepting the spanking.  This time i quickly just settled in even when He started in with the maintenance paddle.  Master stopped after each set of 25 for some rubbing...and when He stopped at 50 He commented how pleased He was that i was so relaxed and accepting, no squirming, no loud protestations... I wish i knew why that sometimes happens, and not at others, but i have no clue...
          After the first maintenance spanking, Master offered me a break...on my knees sucking His cock.  I had missed His taste, His scent, the feel of His cock filling my mouth....Too soon, Master announced time for Maintenance spanking number two.  Another 100 with the maintenance paddle.  Master finished and is rubbing and i know He is waiting....I managed to get into a bit of trouble when i was away...I know hardly seems possible.
           One morning I was making breakfast for the 2 grands, they watch one of their shows while i am getting everything ready.  Master suddenly tells me, to find something to put in my mouth and pretend i am sucking His cock.  I look in the fridge quickly for a cuke or zucchini figuring i can quickly slip into the bathroom and the girls would not notice.  I found nothing, so i reply that i would get to it later in the day, or before bed.  I could feel His heat coming through the phone.....Now...when I ask , you do.  I glanced at the fruit bowl and found a banana, took a pic for Master to see, and mission accomplished, no one the wiser.  Except, Master's next words were...remind me that you have earned a caning when you return.  Double Ugh.....
           So, after the second maintenance, i tell Master, there is something  i need to remind you...He asks what, He is going to make me say the words.  I ask for a caning, since i hesitated to complete a task.  He tells me good girl for remembering to ask, and for asking...and to get into position.  He gets His birthday cane, and tells me 6 of the best.  My bottom was very well warmed, and Master is not one to just tap lightly, but they were not the hardest.....hard enough so that i remember.  Master asks me what happens if He has to address the same issue a second time...the punishment doubles. 
               Spankings are all caught up, and we move on to pleasuring each other in other ways..which leads to some needed nap time....

Most of you know that i am a long time Red Sox fan.  I listened to them on the radio..yes a plain old regular, with a dial radio, in high school.  Master is a 'damn Yankee' fan, and neither one of us is likely to change our allegiance.  So we usually wager on the games.  The teams are playing this weekend...the wonderful Sox won last night's game.....2 more games to go...so please send all the good carma you can that the right team keeps winning and sweeps the series:).
 It is good to be back, I am playing catch up on many blogs....
hugs abby
          

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Happy Birthday Master...

      Master does not technically add another candle on the cake for a few more days...but we had our 'just us' celebration early...
       I tell Him i dressed in His favorite color...for His special day.  Orange sweater and orange socks...I do not own a pair of orange pants, and can't imagine buying a pair...so He had to settle for jeans.  After He had looked me over and nodded, I took off the first layer and said....special orange undies...for You.  ( Do you have any idea how hard it is to find an orange bra...and sexy orange panties? I searched malls and on-line...Oh..there  is salmon and peach and cantaloup ((I thought that was a fruit))....but I wanted bright orange.  I did have to settle for a more subtle orange...but His eyes lit up...so ..mission accomplished!
      I then presented Him with His gift.  He has been hinting that He needs a new cane....the old one is falling apart and splintering.  Now, I did not jump at  the 'hints'....after all, not having a usable cane in His toy bag, is not all bad, from my point of view.  But since , I do aim to please, I started cane shopping...so many choices. Now it was not hard to eliminate many of those choices, I was looking for a cane that was to my liking...in more ways than one.  I finally settled on one that is called, "Master's Cane", and was a best seller.  Once i got it, i thought...YIKES...but i did keep it.
     It is hard to wrap a cane and not have it obvious that it is a cane..so I did not try. I did use some frog paper, which made Him laugh, and He loved it..immediately swishing it around....gulp.  As is our tradition, I was to receive His age, with each toy He decided to use.  I will just say He has been around for at least 6 decades.  Master said that since He was so pleased with the celebration so far, He would choose some wood and some leather.
          Over His lap for a hand warm-up.  He starts with a small wooden paddle, that has holes.  It hurts, but the 60+ spanks are over fairly quickly.
Next, Master has chosen a large black, oval, leather paddle.  The leather is stiff and hard.  The noise is very loud, and the spanks are very sharp.  When He finishes I am trying to catch my breath when I hear Him ask if I would like a break?  I quickly am up and on knees, letting my mouth work on pleasing Him and continuing the birthday celebration.
              He then tells me to bend over, bottom out...He has chosen the "My Paddleman" paddle.  It was a gift from me one Christmas. ( I could never be accused of giving a gift that was based on what I would like...) It is large...covers both cheeks...and on the heavy side. He loves it, which is good....My bottom is starting to heat up, and turning a nice shade of red.  Next up is a leather strap...like a belt, but without a buckle.  Since my bottom has been very well warmed up, this round has me almost swooning. With a grin, Master asks if I would like another break...Of course, i would....and am kneeling again.
                 Master says He wants to end with His gift, so the large leather strop is next.  I love this strop, even tho it looks intimidating.  My bottom is still generating heat, so I am very ready.  Master has me get into position, and this set is over much too quickly.  I am slow getting up....Master gives me a big hug, smiling He says ...time for my birthday gift to get broken in. He tells me to stand, hands behind my head, and not to break position.  He gives me two sets of 6, and I am struggling with the position.  Master tells me to go over and hang on to the fire place mantle.  This is an easier position for me.  He continues until there is one set left.  He asks if I would like the last set on my thighs....I know there is only 1 right answer...any place you would like Sir...I am all Yours.  The last set is on my thighs, not as hard, but they do not need to be.  Master then says He would like me to finish showing Him how pleased I am with the birthday celebration.... later, I check out my bottom, I sure do hope that stripes are in style...
           Happy Birthday Master...growing older with You is the best adventure a girl could ask for....
hugs abby
  

Saturday, April 9, 2016

I asked....and i received....

      I am kneeling, naked, and Master is claiming me.  His touch, his voice, are all i am aware of....until He starts to pinch my nipples.  He tells me to overtake the pain, to use it, not let it overtake me....sometimes easier said than done. I am finally invited over His lap, for a wonderful hand warm-up.  Too soon, i feel wood....I ask what He is using. One of the small wood paddles, but the one that has holes....ouchy for sure.  
      Finally, Master tells to me get up and present Him my bottom...I am up and leaning over....Master asks if I am warmed up enough for the large leather strop, i believe i am.  I am guessing maybe 100, and after the first set, I settle in, enjoying the feel, the sensations, until He moves a set from my bottom to my back. Back to my bottom, and all is well once again.  Then i feel the swish of the horse hair.  It is a flogger, but the strands are all very light, it is one of the few toys that i enjoy on my breast.  He is alternating flogging with it and just swishing it over my back, bottom and legs.  I am thinking this can't get any better, when Master stops, and asks if I would prefer the larger leather flogger...silly question.
      Master says He is not going to count, He is just going to flog me until His arm is tired.  I settle in knowing I am in for a wonderful long session with that flogger.  Master again alternates flogging and just swishing and dragging the strands, up and down my back, my bottom my legs....all is wonderful in my world:).  After a lengthy session Master stops and says, you asked me for something a few weeks ago, it is time I delivered.
       I am thinking back, and honestly have no clue, Master laughs and says it has to to with a picture of you. Now I usually try to hide whenever anyone takes out a camera, Master is grinning and suddenly the light dawns. It was about a month ago, Master had cum all over my face...it was a first, and a rather delightful one.  Later, when we were talking about it , i said i wished i had thought to ask for a picture, so i could see what i looked like.  So, i did ask, if we did this again, could i have a picture of myself?  Master thanked me for asking and said it sounded like a good idea.
     Ahhh, as the light dawns, Master laughs and says, you need to get things started, as He is pointing at the spot between His legs. I eagerly get to pleasuring Master, thinking about what was to cum next.  When He is ready, Master tells me to lie on my back, gets over me, and soon my face is covered with His cum.  He gets up and tells me to be still, and i feel a flash...He tells me to open my eyes and smile....I should be enjoying my photo shoot.  After a few more, Master is done with the picture taking.
      He gets over me, and starts to use His cock to get some of the cum off my face and then tells me to clean it off...we continue in this manner until Master finishes up with His fingers, having me suck those.  He then finishes wiping off my face with a dry cloth.  He tells me He wants me to keep the sticky smell of Him on my face....He has not decided yet, if it will be til bed time...or when morning comes. I laugh and shake my head...in wonder of this man who always goes beyond my expectations....
      Later, i thank Master for our fun Friday time, for remembering my question...His reply....i so rarely ask for anything, how could He forget?  And....my asking makes it easier for Him, helps Him to know what i am ready for, where my head is at, what would please me, what would help me serve Him better...so He asks me to please ask...often.  So...to all of you out there who also have a hard time with asking....I am thinking your Masters/Mistresses might just feel the same way.....

hugs abby
    

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Harder Play Monday is back....

            I often wonder how is it that Master seems to live in my head...see my thoughts...even when we are not in the same place.  I know it is impossible...but....An example:  I often go back and re-read old entries, looking back at the same month last year or a few years ago.  Last week I was reading entries from a couple years ago, Master had decided we would start "harder play Mondays"...on the first Monday of each month.  I was a little hesitant, but it was a statement not a question.  After a couple months real life interfered, and we never got back to it...honestly i was some place between relieved and disappointed.  A few days ago, Master and I are chatting and He says....we need to start harder play on the first Monday of the month.  I look and Him and laugh...not the reaction He expected.  I tell Him I was just reading about those....He says..great we are on the same track. 
              Yesterday was the first Monday of the month, and yes also maintenance.  Maintenance was not upstaged, it was a warm-up. After my naked kneeling, I was over Master's lap for 100 with the maintenance paddle, four sets of twenty-five.  Lots of rubbing between sets, but a hard spanking. Once I am relaxed and breathing normally, Master tells me...He had decided on the looped belt for 200 more, for the harder play time.
Kind of like good news...leather, a double looped belt that has no buckle and is a soft leather, and bad news...200  hundred more.  As i am digesting the news, Masters says I can choose....pleasing Him orally before or after.  I decide on after...He chuckles and says, want to give yourself something to concentrate on besides your bottom?
              I get up and lean over, Master nicely gives me a couple of pillows to lean into.  He continues with sets of 25, stopping for some nice rubbing after each set.  It takes me a couple sets to adjust, but by the time He starts on the second 100, I am in that zone.  All that exists is that kiss of the leather and Master's touch. When Master gets to 200, I am a little disappointed....He knows me so well. He tells me He wants me more comfortable, I position myself on all fours...and Master continues with 2 more sets.  Master is rubbing and talking to me, but it takes me a few minutes to catch up to Him.  Once i am back, I quickly get up and reach for His cock...He nods...and I am switching my focus...to Him and pleasing Him.  Once we are both able to chat again, Master asks if I am happy to see the return of harder play first Mondays......You can all probably guess what my answer was....
             On another note...it is April, finally the start of spring, over the weekend I noticed my crocuses and daffodils were springing up, I decided I should start changing over my closet, putting away the sweatshirts and sweaters...Yesterday we had 6 inches of snow...this morning when I woke up it was 14 degrees...a new low.  Last night, the weather man reported we have had more snow in April than we did in October, more snow that we had in December, and more snow than we had in March...and...there is more snow on the way.  Note to self...do not change over closets until at least May....hope it is warm and sunny where you are....
hugs abby
            
                    
            

Saturday, April 2, 2016

A Hand Crafted Spanking

        I was trying to remember if  play time with Master ever consisted of only hand spankings.  Oh, there are the occasional swats when I walk by, or sometimes being held in place for a quick barrage of spanks. Then I did remember the 1,000 spank experiment. Luckily i did a post on it....yes, Master spanked me 1,000 times with His hands...he did switch hands since He did not think He should have more pain that i was having....I loved it, and it ended in fireworks for me.  It did take concentration on my part, to wait for the spanking to end.
       The second time was yesterday.  I loss 1 1/2 pounds this week...Yeah me!!  After my naked kneeling time, I am over Master's lap as we chat while He is warming my bottom.  He checks...to make sure I am enjoying the warm-up....He finds evidence that I am..and I verbally tell Him how much I love His hand on my bottom.  To my surprise....and delight...Master says, then let's continue with my hand only for today.  Now, Master's hands can deliver quite a spanking, but the feel is so much nicer than hard wood or plastic...and yes even leather.
        Master spanks harder with each set, I have no idea how many sets or spanks, but I do know I was raising my bottom, urging Him on ...wanting more.  Master tells me, He cums first, so I should slow down. I quickly get up and get busy on that.....I remember to wait for permission to swallow, and am invited back over His lap. Master's gets me back to urging Him on, to squirming, and then as He is spanking hard and fast...I feel myself squirt and cum....and try to remember that breathing is good.
Master stops spanking and is rubbing my bottom, talking quietly to me until I am able to respond.
     Master continues to rub and the tremors have stopped, but i am opening my legs and pushing my bottom out. He chuckles and asks...need something?  I tell Him yes Sir....He tells me to ask nicely.  So I ask if I can have another spanking just like that last one...He is quick to oblige. This one is just as hard and fast...but not nearly as long....and finally all I can do is lie flat over His lap, and remember Master's breathing advice.  Master says, who would of guessed you could cum...twice...just from a spanking.  That was not just a spanking....that was a SPANKING!  Master laughs and says, that was a hand crafted (hence the title of this post) spanking.  I tell Him we should try that more often...He agrees, suggesting it would be a nice reward for meeting my goal....He sure knows how to add incentive....
hugs abby