Two Hundred and Twenty One and counting....

        During maintenance yesterday, Master wondered how many maintenance spankings have occurred. It got me to wondering, so i did a little research.  I knew that maintenance started before i started blogging, but i thought it was in the same year, and that  i had blogged about it.  I was right....even i was surprised at that....maintenance started in March of 2010.  So, i figured once a week....Master has been very consistent with this....minus the weeks i am away. I figured i am away roughly 8 weeks a year, and Master is away on business or family visits 2 weeks a year....
(This year Master started making up any maintenance i miss when i am away...and i get 2 the following week...you can all imagine how happy i was when He announced the change...NOT....). So a pretty good estimate is 221 maintenance spankings....
       Back to yesterday....The first words  i hear from Master are, 'I have been thinking about You'.  Now, i have been around long enough to wonder where this is going.  I tell Him i hope they are good and happy thoughts.  " I have not stretched out that pussy in way too long"....ahhh...
I now tell Master that He knows where my head will be all day.  I now know that fisting will be a part of maintenance....and Master knows that it is one of the things i do better with if i have a chance to wrap my head around it, instead of surprising me.
        It is maintenance time, Master greets me with a grin and asks about my day.  I tell Him He was on my mind more that usual....His grin widens.  
I am kneeling, naked, being reclaimed.  Master is talking, reminding me that all of me is His...all of the time.  Then it is warm-up time, before the maintenance paddle starts in.  I tell Master the spanks seem harder this week, He reminds me why we have maintenance...these spanks are not nearly as hard as a punishment spanking....and He is also getting me ready for part two of maintenance.  Once the spanking ends, Master checks and starts to make sure that i am very wet and ready.
       Fisting...i had read about it before i met Master, and wondered if it was really possible....much to my amazement i eventually found out that it was.  For me, i have to be very well lubricated...with my own juices, and some extra, and near the edge of orgasm also helps.  Master accomplishes both of those, and tells me to keep breathing....and relax.  I concentrate on both of those.....and i start to feel the sensation of being filled..connected in a special way to my Master.  Orgasms are much stronger and longer...and when we are done i am totally awash in a feeling of submission.  Master rubs my back and talks quietly to me, until my breathing starts to regulate itself, and i can start to respond to Him.  He then pulls me up into His lap, for some snuggling and smooching.....
     How many more maintenance spankings are in my future....hopefully at least twice that number!

hugs abby

A cure for 'One of those weeks'....

          Last week was one of those where family drama was the rule.  I so dislike family drama. I know that some of it is always going to be around, but UGH...not on the main menu please!  I know many of you are also in the same boat, and it does make rowing that boat a bit easier...but I hope we all manage to get that boat into harbor soon. ( I know i got carried away with the metaphor...indulge me please).
          By the time Friday rolled around, i was ready to wave a white flag.  Master greeted me, took my hand, and led me to the sofa.  He sat and pulled me into His furry chest....such a safe place.  He held me close and tight and told me to vent. That is not something i do easily...I am more of  stewer.....but, as you all know by now...Master does not give up easily.  Master gently prodded and asked questions, reminded me that i am not in this alone....and slowly i started to talk...to vent.  Master  continues to hold me tightly, to listen, to help me see some things from a different view point. Tears are shed, and slowly i start to breathe and see some things from a different view point.
            I am finally relaxing, and i somehow find myself pulled over His lap.  He bares my bottom, and starts to hand spank. They are just right, and i find myself stretching out, and just letting go....totally relaxed, in the moment.  He chuckles, and asks if i am still with Him.  I assure Him i am, He says then i am ready for some harder spanks.  He moves to my sit spot, and the spanks are harder, but He is still using His hand.  He stops frequently for lots of rubbing.
              He wonders if i might be wanting some cock to suck on...i look up at Him with a grin, and move off His lap to position myself.  I am soon totally lost and focusing on only one thing....giving Him pleasure....and all that drama is left behind.....( and yes, i do know, it will return).  I am getting up and Master tells me to go to His toy bag and get the 'Pouty Pooh' paddle out....it is on the heavy side....the shape of Winnie the Pooh's face.  
              I hand Him the paddle, and He asks if i know why i was asked to fetch it.  After a moment i say, because i tried to shut you out instead of coming to you earlier this week?  He agrees that would have been a better choice, but also admits, that i am getting better at that.  He then says.... Wednesday....
              Now i know all of you are going to be screaming...ABBY...you know better!  I texted my lunch time reminder, instead of calling.  Why, ...because at the time it seemed so much easier than calling.  After He got the text He sent me a text thanking me for the reminder, so i figured all was well....yes, i really should know better.  Thursday, i did call, and the first thing He says is.....so you decided to call.  I tell Him it is only 1 minute pass noon, so i am pretty much exactly on time....He says or...you are 24 hours late....ut oh.  I say i am sorry, and we move on with our conversion.
             So, i hand Him the Pooh paddle, and He pulls me over His knee.  I get 10 hard ones, He stops and asks if that is enough to remind me that He expects a call....every day. I tell Him it is, and He asks what will happen the next time.  He will double the spanks, since He will feel that He did not do a good enough job this time.  At least double, He adds, as He pulls me in for some snuggle time.
              Here's hoping that we all have a better week this week...
hugs abby..
             
            

More Licks...of a different kind....

         Today was 'maintenance Monday'...yes it is Tuesday, but I was away for the long weekend, visiting a couple of the grands.  Maintenance spankings are pretty ritualistic, I know exactly what to expect.  Today was maintenance...with an extra surprise.
           After hugs and some chat, it is time for naked kneeling.  Master claims me and reminds me that all of me is His....as He touches all of me...ending with my breast...which includes some breast 'play'...play by Master 's definition. Then over His lap for a hand warm-up, which is never long enough in my opinion.  Then the maintenance paddle, 4 sets of 25, each set feeling harder than the last.  These are hard...or real as Master prefers....spanks.  I am ouching almost from the start.  After each set, there is a break for rubbing.  At the half way point, Master always asks why we have maintenance spankings.  Because they work, they start off my week with me being positive there is no way i want a harder spanking...a punishment.  
          When we are done,  i hear Master say....it has been a long time since He has had the pleasure of whipping me.  It  has, i am just not sure it has been long enough.  Master chuckles at my look and says He will make it more interesting for me.  He will give me 10 lashes, then i will get to suck His cock, until it is time for the next 10.  I am thinking i like the plan, i get a break after each 10.
         I lean over and present my back for the first 10.  I am told to count...1 Sir...etc.  as soon as i get to 10 Master tells me to quickly scoot over and start sucking...no hesitation.  After some time (honestly I could not even guess at how long, my mind was concentrating on 2 things..sucking and whipping)...I am told to get in position.  Master again is telling me to move quickly and without hesitation.  The second set is on my bottom with a little wrap around, and i am glad to get to 10 and I hurry over to His cock.  Master congratulates me on my enthusiasm.  
      The third set is on my back, and harder than the first set. Ten and i am off until i am told to get back in kneeling position.  Set four is back on my bottom, followed by my crawling over to His cock. The next set is much harder, and Master tells me it is the last set, as i hurry over to His cock......so i get to show Master how pleased i am that the whipping part is over....
     When I am finished Master tells me to kneel facing away from Him, He wants to admire the pattern on my back.  Master touches and traces and rubs and loves the color and the look.  He then decides He needs pictures....then it is snuggle time:).

....On a side note, I know that many of you share my love of reading. I belong to a book club, there are 12 of us and we rarely all agree.  This week we all loved the book....The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford.  It is His first novel and we all want to read his second one....
     Have a great week all....
hugs abby

250.....'Licks'

          Master and i celebrated the end of the week in  our usual way...with Fun Friday play time.  When i get ready to blog, the most difficult part of the process for me is.....the Title.  Sometimes i ask Master for some help....He is pretty good with words (among His other talents).  Sometimes i just write the entry and hope something jumps out at me and says...."here is your title"...(does not happen that often).  Today, for a change i had a few titles fighting for the honor.  The one i chose is purposely on the tricky side...could mean more than one thing.  If you leave a comment, could you also please let me know if guessed what the title was really about...just curious...thanks.
           Today's fun was in the form of paying off another baseball bet.  And yes, once again, my boys...those legendary Red Sox...let me down again.  They are doing their best to claim last place and succeeding.  Master's damn Yankees and fighting to claim first place...and might succeed.  So total run count for the three games...Sox 7...the other team 25.  During the first two games when the run count was small, we discussed multiplying it by 10.  Master asked me today, if i still wanted to do that, without giving it too much thought i agreed....70 with a toy of my choice....250 with a weapon of His choice.
            As always, we start off with my kneeling time.  I was not naked...I had some undies to show off, and He was in another room while i was getting ready.  He walks in, sees me and without a hitch....very nice, I am glad you are showing them off.  He mauls my breast through the flimsy material of the bra and claims every part of me.....then tells me to lose the window dressing.
          I am over His lap and He has a small hairbrush in His hand.  It has a fairly small surface, and is not nearly as heavy as any of His paddles, but is made of some type of heavy plastic.  That bugger hurt...a lot.  It did not take me long to start complaining, that this was far from a warm up.  Master smacked a couple of times on my thighs, just to let me know it could be worse....but quickly finished up with ...His idea...of a warm-up.
           Master asks if me about multiplying the number, i say yes, and He then asks what i would like.  He suggests His belt, i say i was thinking His hand, and ask what He was choosing.  He replied....cane. I gave Him a look and said that is a lot with a cane, His reply...guess you should have checked that out before you agreed to multiply the number. (lesson learned).  Since i was thinking i needed a really good warm-up i asked if we could use the large strop again....Master went to get it telling me to get into whatever position i wanted.  
         Master decided on 10 sets of 7, changing sides after every 7.  He got the smacks just right, i was relaxed and enjoying.  He asked if i wanted the last  7 harder, i said, no thanks, what you have going is perfect!  He finishes up and says break time!  I look at Him thinking....break?..does He want coffee? Seeing my confused look He asks what am i waiting for as He shows me His cock.  I laugh and position myself.  Just as i am about to start He tells me stop, He has changed His mind.  I look up, more confused....HE does not want me to pleasure Him??
      Leave it to Master to totally surprise me, He says that instead of 250 licks with the cane, He wants me to give Him 250 licks....or suck...or thrust...or kisses...or...you get the picture. I think, is He kidding me, and see the silly grin and the twinkle in His eye, and i ask who has to keep count.  He laughs ...He will try.  So, I set in, trying to remember to change up my approach...since i want us both to get to 250.  Some of time Master grabs hold of my hair and directs me.  We succeed...and get to 250!  
    I quickly change positions and we move on to our reward for getting through another week.  After several permissions are granted and conversation becomes a possibility, I remark, this bet was really a win/win for me....Master replies...for Him also....as i snuggle into His furry chest i am so thankful that this man has chosen me.....When i am getting dressed, Master grabs the cane and gives me 5 quick surprise ones....just because He can.
     I am off for some grandma time this weekend....schools are already in session and we are having the hottest weather of the summer.  I talked to the grand that is starting 2nd grade this year, and asked her how school was going. Her reply...pretty good, but it has been 2 days of school and her teacher has not taught her one new thing yet!!!  I laughed and told her teachers need some time to get into the flow of things, i am sure she will be learning new things.
     Have a good weekend all...play nice..
hugs abby

    

"Whimpy" spanks.....

            If you have been reading here for a while, you probably never expected to see that title.  It was not a whole spanking, but a part of it...
            I was not all that excited about it being 'Fun Friday'.  I have learned, that the best way to change my mood....Fun Friday!  After some hugs, chat and kneeling time, i was over Master's lap.  Expecting to feel His hand...i feel wood.  It is the maintenance paddle. He is not using it hard, but i am squirming from the beginning.  Master says He loves that paddle and has missed it.....I say it is the maintenance paddle, you get to use it almost every week.  He says i must have forgotten, last maintenance was with the belt, and the week before that i was away...it has been 2 whole weeks since He has used it...(poor guy).  
              After a couple of sets, with lots of squirming and noises from me, Master suddenly remembers He did not start with a hand warm-up.  He remedies that, but i am having a hard time settling in.  He returns to the paddle, telling me i need to get my head into the right space.  It still is not there. After another set, He rubs a bit and then decides that maybe He should go in search of leather.  I second that motion....
             He returns with the large leather strop...the one i requested after the last baseball bet.  I would like to say i was enthusiastic about seeing it, but i was not thrilled....I do get up and lean over, presenting Him my bottom.  He is spanking in sets of 10, the first set is on the light side.  I am no longer wriggling, He asks how i felt about those...i replied that they were just right.  He gives me another set, maybe a  little lighter.  My head space has arrived, and when He is finished i blurt out words i thought i would never say...."those were whimpy spanks".
               Master laughs and says, my girl is back! He asks if i would like a re-do of those.  I do, only not quite the same...the re-do is harder, but still in the just right range.  Master then asks if i would like to finish up with 10 harder ones, i reply....Yes Sir....and hear, good girl.  Master is checking to see if all of me has been on board...he chuckles at what he finds.  We both end up smiling and spent.....
                 As we are cuddling, Master asks me...if He spanked the rebel away?  I look up at Him not sure what He is talking about.  He sees my look and says, no lunch call for the past 3 days, just text messages?? ( I am supposed to call Master and let Him know when it is lunch time, He needs to eat at regular intervals, and tends to get loss in His projects. At first i would text, but about a year ago, He decided He wanted me to call, not text.)  I look at Him and quickly reply..."I know how busy you have been, so i thought it would be easier for you to just read a text message, instead of having to listen to a voice message".  He does sometimes answer, but usually my timing is not great.  He looks at me and replies, "and is it also easier and more convenient for you to just text"? I quickly say..."if it is better for both of us, that must be a win/win".  Luckily for my bottom...He laughs.  Then He gives me 'That Look', and says, from now on only calls. My reply...Yes Sir.
Hugs abby
            
      

Thigh Spanks Count Double

        Our Maine vacation was crazy busy, but we made lots of wonderful memories.  We started off with a 6 year old birthday celebration, we spent a few days at different beaches, had an amusement/water park day, a fire pit picnic complete with smores, and lots of laughs.  We did all this with my grands and my sister's two grands, so we had a 7,6,5,4,3,and a 1 year old with us....there were very few squabbles, and it was great fun watching them form strong cousin bonds.  A high point, my niece, had her first baby while we were there, so a new 'cousin' will be joining us next  year.....
       Today was back to....maintenance Monday.  During my kneeling time, Master was 'milking' my nipples with hard pinches.  He said He waited 3 days, til i felt better....all the fried, rich sea food played havoc with my digestive system...He had been looking forward to playing with His nipples.
He asks me if we had missed a M/M....i said yes.  Then we have one to make up, so that is 2 spankings today.  I groan, He thinks i should be thanking Him for being so consistent never wanting to miss a M/M....i suppose He has a point.
         He is changing our routine a bit today, instead of over His lap, He wants me kneeling on the ottoman, bottom up, head down on the sofa. He proceeds with a very nice long hand warm-up.  He then says, the maintenance paddle will not be used today.  Before i can ask the obvious, i hear Him taking His belt through the loops....i am grinning.  He reminds me, that maintenance is not play, it is a hard spanking, so even tho i love His belt, it will be a...or two...hard spankings.
     He starts in, 10 per side, stopping after every 20 to rub.  They are hard, not the hardest i am ouching but able to stay in position.  He gets to 100 and asks if i would like a break....i quickly say, yes Sir.  He asks what i have in mind....i am up and kneeling, and reaching for His cock in reply.  He lays back and enjoys....I am getting very wet; Master reminds me, no permissions for me until my spanking is over .
      When i am done, He tells me for the second maintenance He wants me lying flat.  He is rubbing my bottom and my thighs, and asks where i would like the last 100.  I reply...where ever He wishes....He says, He has a deal for me, i can decide where, if i choose on the thighs, each spank will count as 2...so 50 instead of 100, but they will be on my thighs, and there still are maintenance. I am debating, when He adds, i can change my mind after any set, and He will return to my bottom, but each one spank will count as 1. (i have no idea how He comes up wit these things so quickly....).
       I decide to start with the thigh spanks, He will still use His belt.  He reminds me that each one counts as 2....but boy they do hurt a lot more!
After each set of 5, ..which count as 10...  He rubs and switches sides. I am getting more vocal and having a harder time keeping my legs wide open.  He gets to the last set, and i ask if He can switch to my bottom.  He says..my choice...but the count will not double with each spank.  I agree and the last set is on my bottom.
        Master sits besides me and comments on how nice and hot both my bottom and thighs are....as His fingers travel a little, i keep trying to silently urge Him on....It feels soooo good, i just want Him to continue, but i am also dripping, and i know, that i need a permission first.  So i ask, it is granted and i am off again and again....until i am spent....and just need to breathe and recover. When i can move, i move up to snuggle on His lap, we reminisce about our journey...back to a large happy hour beer where i could not believe how often He used the word 'spank' in a public place...to now.....and wonder where our journey will take us next.....where ever we go,  it is a journey we will enjoy together.

Have a good week all...hugs abby

Ella's Spanking Instrument Poll

***I wrote this before i left and meant to post it before now...better late than never....


    Ella at Ella Ever After is doing a spanking instrument poll.  I am not sure i will remember every one of them, but here is the list of items that i have been spanked list...and of course, my comments.

MY favorite.....his Hand.  We once decided to see if we could get to 1000 hand spanks...we did...and honestly...it was not too much.

Wood 'toys'...
Switch...Yes, used outside.  It has been a few years, but not long enough.  Switchings would never receive my recommendation.
Maintenance paddle...it is small with a handle and a rectangular spanking area.  It is the 'toy' most often used for weekly maintenance.  
NY Yankees paddle...Medium sized, with a lacquer finish, on the heavy side.  It is in Yankee colors, with the NY logo on the top.  I (foolishly) bought this one back for Master, when i saw it in a souvenir shop.
Shamrock paddle...green and shaped like a shamrock.  I would say it falls in the medium heavy range.  Master takes this one out regularly.
Froggy paddle...This was originally a child's paddle ball toy.  The wood is light, and is in the shape of a happy looking frog.  I love it's lightness.
My Paddleman paddle...I had this one made for Master for Christmas last year. He loves it, it is on the heavy side....it is personalized with 'my paddleman, on the long spanking area.  I sometimes wonder...what was i thinking??
Very large paddle ball paddle...or punishment paddle...Master bought this at a garage sale for one dollar.  I have said before and i repeat...i will gladly pay much more than that for anyone out there interested in it.  It has not been used i close to a  year..Yeah me!....but has seen quite a bit of use over the years.
Winnie the Pooh paddle...it sounds so cute...and is so evil.  Yes the round part is Winnie's shape, but it is heavy, good sized, and polished.  
Canes...Yes in the plural.  They are of various lengths and diameter.  Master likes to take one out at intervals, i love/hate them.  They are intimidating, and can really sting....but the tenderness from the welts lasts longer than other spankings.
Paint stirring sticks...As it turns out these come in a variety of sizes, mostly they sting somewhat, and break easily...LOL.
Whatever wood is hanging around...Master always seem to have a project going.  Right now He is in the middle of a kitchen redo for a member of His family.  When He is in construction or remodel mode....whatever leftovers are handy are often used for a spanking.

Leather items...
Master's belt...A big advantage is that it is always available.  And then there is the build up, seeing Him unbuckle it, hearing it being pulled through the loops...yes i love His belts.

Beaver tail paddle...Master named this according to how it looks. I love how it feels, spankings with this could last a long time...:)

Crop...Master used to have one that that had its end shaped like a hand..called it His handy helper...and then it broke while in use...boo hoo. He does have another, crops are useful, for reaching all kinds of interesting places......

Large leather strap or strop....A doubled up large leather strips, and looks very intimidating. When we have not used it for a while, i worry about it...and then after the first couple sets.....so yummy.

Whip...It is a single tail, and i helped Him to break it is when it was new.

Master loves it, me...not so much....

Large leather flogger...Anyone who has read here knows that when i get to choose....this is what i choose. It can be sensuous.....when He drags all over my body, reaching interesting places, when He flogs me i feel all the tensions leaving my body...

Devil's tail strap...This is another one of those that looks fairly innocent. It is only about a foot long, one piece of leather that is split almost to the top, so two lashes, and when they come together they form a v shape. It is very, very stingyl


Other items...

Horse hair flogger...It is much smaller that the other flogger, and the horse hair is light. It is one of the few toys that i like to have used on my breast.

Spatula...I used to have one in my bag. After Master it used it a couple of times...it sorta disappeared. Those things really sting..and not in a good way.

Feather...I put one in my gab at Mona Lisa's suggestion. We always have fun with it...but by using it for other things besides spanking. I am pretty sure i probably have forgotten some things. If Master remembers more i will add them to a future post.


hugs abby

Friday play time...

              Master told me this morning to be sure i complete my errands and to do list before lunch, because this afternoon i would be serving my Master.  Now there's motivation!
              During my naked kneeling time, He was alternating between barely touching breast and pinching them hard.  He asked me which i preferred, when i said the soft touch, He laughed and said...there is evidence to the contrary.  I told Him i could not help that, to which He just gave me His DUH! look ...and grinned.
                   Over His lap for a hand warm-up, followed by a good paddling...Master's words, i am not convinced there is such a thing as a ...good...paddling.  Master then tells me to go get the 'Pooh' paddle out of His bag.  I tell Him, for such a cute character i really do not like that paddle.....He simply replies....You are here to serve me, and it is what i want.  So i get the paddle and am back over His lap.  He gives me three sets, each one harder, until i am panting and trying to catch my breath.  He then tells me to get up for my paddling.  
                        I look at Him...thinking what exactly have You been doing to my bottom?  He chuckles, a little.....i forget that He has taken up residence in my head.  He tells me to get up and lean over, there will be 12 hard ones with the large paddle and if i am a good girl He will allow me to suck His cock when we are done.  When He tells me they will be hard, i know I need to prepare myself.  They are slow and hard, each swat covering all my bottom.  
                        When we are done, I kneel to pleasure Him.  He tells me to touch and rub my bottom as i suck , to feel the heat it is generating. Master stops me after a bit of time...time to finish your spanking.  He is confusing...or surprising me ...today.  I thought we were done with the spanking part.  He goes to His bag and is looking for a particular item. He tells me He is switching to leather.
                            He pulls out what He calls the devil's tail strap.  It is about a foot long and one strip of leather  separated in half, and forming a v shape at the bottom.  It has been a long time since we have played with this, in fact i cannot remember the last time.  I am thinking, it looks fairly tame, my bottom is well warmed.....
                             You know how looks can be deceiving....boy does that thing pack a sting.  I am struggling to stay in place.  Master then decides that since the straps are on the small size, they could reach my pussy.  He is right...as He spanks upward they do. He is using fairly light taps, but they still sting....a kind of...hurts so good ...situation.
                            Master then decides it is time for me to finish thanking Him. I am back on my knees, as a i am sucking, i can fell myself dripping down my thighs all the way to my calves.  When i am finished and back over Master's lap, He comments on my wetness...from my pussy almost to my toes.  I bury my head into the pillow....and He tells me not to be embarrassed, it is a wonderful complement and reaction.....He proceeds to make good use of all that 'wetness'...:):):)  When i finally get up to get dressed, He tells me to wait a minute.  Master is working on redoing a kitchen..working on cabinets at the moment.  He takes a piece of wood and smacks my bottom with it....grins and tells me every time, either one of us sees that particular cabinet, we will know my bottom was involved in its construction.  Yes...He can be a little weird, at times...but He does make me laugh a lot.
                          I am off tomorrow to celebrate a grand's 6th birthday. A 'water' themed party is planned... pool time, water balloons, a water  running course and other wet activities.  On Sunday we are all traveling to Maine for our annual beach vacation.  There will be lots of beach time, a lobster/clam bake for all of my family, a day at an amusement/water park, are some of activities planned.  
      Have a good week all...
      hugs abby 
                          

The Best Part of the Baseball Bet....

             First, a great big THANK YOU to everyone for the prayers and good thoughts for my sister.  Her blood test this week showed anti-bodies. Her body will now start fighting the virus, and she is on her way to not being infectious.  She needs to take it slowly, but she has been house bound for 6 weeks, so she is thrilled...as the rest of us are...at this news.
             My winning part of out baseball bet has been paid off.  My boys won 1  game, there were 3 runs scored.  So that equals 30 swats with a 'toy' of my choice.  Master was certain the word flogger would come out of my mouth, but since it was a fairly low number, the words large strap/strop came out of my mouth.  It looks intimidating, and makes lots of noise, but it can be so yummy.  
              After a wonderful warm-up, i was bent over and ready.  Master said i could choose the intensity level, so to let Him know if i wanted harder or softer.  After the first set of 10, Master spent time rubbing my bottom, with His hands and with his body, i was swooning. (now there's an old fashioned word).  He asked how i wanted the second set, and i said the same force, and also for the third set.  There was rubbing after each set, and after the third set, He asked me if i wanted a bonus set, since i had told Him about missing 10 for His winning session.  I was in the 'strap zone', so I thanked Him, and asked if they could be a little harder.  He did a fine job, leaving me with a rosy glow...inside and out.
             Monday was our maintenance day, starting with my naked kneeling.  Master had me repeat why we have maintenance and why it has to be a hard spanking....As always, i am ouching and squirming from the first 25.  After the second set Master is rubbing and thinking i am complaining too much.  So, after the third set He decides to give me something else to think about during the last set. He tells me that after the last spank of this set, i have 10 seconds to get His cock in my mouth.  If it is not there in 10 seconds, i will not get to properly thank Him.  (He is wearing pants and a belt).
              I am trying to count the spanks in my head, but i can never concentrate enough to do that.  So when i think He is close to finishing i get myself ready. (Yes, He was right, it did give me something else to think about).  I hear Him start the countdown....10...I fly off His lap, kneel, get the belt off, pants unzipped, cock found and in my mouth just as i hear Him say 1...0!  I did it.....and we both enjoy the reward.  One thing about Master...i never know what He will think of next!
hugs abby
             

                  

Part 1 of a losing baseball bet....

         My boys let me down BIG time.  The first game ended up 13--3...for those of you with rusty math skills and adds up to 16 runs....equaling 160 spanks for the losing side....me. My boys won game 2, only 3 runs scored, the Yanks once again prevailed in game 3, but thankfully there were only 3 runs scored.  Total....190 spanks for Master and His team....30 for me and my boys.
       While i am kneeling, Master asks what i think He will choose.  I hesitate, but i am thinking cane, I know He has been talking about using it for a maintenance spanking.  Master says, He is itching for the cane, but 190 seems like a little much for the cane....(He is not always a meanie).  He asks if my choice is the flogger, i surprise Him by saying no.  I have been thinking, since it is only 30, i will choose the large leather strop.  We have not used it in a while, and once i adjust to it, it is yummy.
          Master suggests that since my bottom will be quite sore from 190 with a paddle that we divide this bet into 2 different days.  I quickly agree...
          Master is using a small, but not light paddle.  He starts with a set of 50 fast spanks. After a stop for some rubbing....50 more.  I am ouching and squirming, and when He stops i tell Him they were hard ones.  His reply....we are more than half way done, relax. The next set is slow and deliberate....10 of them.  I tell Him i like the slow ones...they are easier for me to adjust too.  He is surprised and says He expected i would prefer fast and finished more quickly.
         He sticks with sets of 10 slower ones, stopping to rub between sets. (shorter sets = more rubbing..:).  After a few more sets He taps my thighs and asks if the next set should be there.  I tell Him, i it is His bet, and that choice is His.  He does choose the thighs, and for the next one asks about my inner thighs.  I reply basically the same way, but He returns to my bottom.
          We are at 150, and Master takes a longer rubbing break.   I am thinking, only 4 more sets.  After the third set, Master puts down the paddle and is rubbing and chatting.  I ask Him if He is finished.  He replies that He is.  I hesitate, and then ask Him if He is sure.  He asks me if He forgot a set.  I tell Him i think He has.  He picks up the paddle, and gives me  5 more on each cheek....light ones.  I thank Him when He is done, He chuckles and says He would not want me to feel i had not paid off my total debt.
         Master decides that since i have been such a good girl about my spanking, that i deserve a hard fucking.....tells me to get on all fours, bottom up, legs spread, wide open.  Master is stimulating my bottom and my clit....and i am....gone, and exploding.  We end up Him holding me, until we can move, and then i move to His lap for some snuggling, and more recovery time.  Master comments that even when i lose, i seem to win...i smile and said...i think that works both ways....;)
hugs abby
         
        
           

Another Monday, Another Maintenance Spanking...

            First thing yesterday, Master reminds me that it is maintenance day,  i did not need the reminder, He just likes to see my reaction.  I agreed it was, and then He told me that 'our boys'  (the Yanks and Red Sox)  were playing again this week.  That surprised me since i am usually the one to remind Him....yes i am a bigger fan than He is.  Yes, they are playing 3 games starting tonight....so baseball bet is in effect...i am sure you will all be rooting MY boys on:)
             Maintenance started as it always does, with my naked kneeling.  After claiming all of me He returns to my breast....He has taken to calling His pinches and pulling....'milking'.  He seems to think that since i react by getting wet and ready for Him that He is milking me...not sure how i feel about the term, but He loves using it so.......
               I am then over His lap for a short (in my opinion always too short), hand warm-up.  He then picks up the maintenance paddle.  He is spanking with it, not harshly, but i start to ouch.  He tells me this is still warm-up stage, i need to settle.  After a short break and some rubbing He starts in with maintenance.  When we are half way through, i tell Him i think He is spanking harder than He usually does.  He does not seem to think so,  He asks me why we have maintenance. As if by now i do not know....He waits for my answer....to remind me that i do not want a basement spanking.  He continues asking if those spankings are harder than maintenance.  I admit, yes they are much harder, and i do want to avoid them.
             He then asks, what do i think would happen to maintenance, if a basement spanking should happen.  I look at Him, not sure what He is getting at...my first impulse is to say...no more maintenance, but i am pretty sure that is not His point.  Seeing my confusion, He says, future maintenance spankings would be much harder, since they obviously were not hard enough to keep us out of the basement.  I look at Him, not quite sure what to say....so just say, that would not be a good thing.
           He agrees, and then says as for today, He just feels like giving me a hard spanking, a spanking just for His pleasure.  I reply....that is the best reason i have heard so far....so He finishes maintenance with an extra hard set.  He is rubbing my bottom, when He says, so what is there that we should be discussing, I sense you have been 'off' today.  Darn, He is in my head again.....After some chatting, we cuddle and move on to my favorite (and His too) part of maintenance...permission time!!

Go Red Sox....
hugs abby

Triple Play!

       A couple weeks ago, Master and i wagered on the Sox/Yanks series.  I am and always will be a Sox fan....you can guess about Master.   We have developed a formula for the wagers....If the Sox win, i get to decide the 'toy' used for that game...then number of strokes is 10  times the number of runs scored.  This last series, the Yanks won 2 of the 3 games, a total of 24 runs were scored.  We usually 'settle' the bet right after the game, but life was throwing me a few curve balls, so i asked if we could wait.  Master graciously said to let Him know when i was ready.
       This morning i asked Him if today would be a good day to settle a baseball bet.....turns out He thought today was a great day to settle the bet.  When i walked in He had taken out the flogger and the 'My Paddleman' paddle that i ordered from Blondie  for Master's Christmas gift.  I love the look of it, He just plain loves it....which i love also....but it does pack a punch...yes even for me, "Miss Concrete Butt":).  Master asked if He had chosen for me wisely, (the flogger), or did i want to choose something else.....silly question.
     He told me to get ready...translation...naked and kneeling.  He claims me, lots of pinching and rubbing.  He feels that if He pinches my breasts hard enough, He gets a reaction from my clit...i try to deny it, but He always finds the proof.  
    Yanks won the first game, 6 runs scored, 60 with the paddle.  He decides on sets of 10, with rubbing after each set.  They are not hard swats, but they do not have to be....When He gets to the fifth set, He touches my thighs and asks, if the next set should be there.  I reply....where ever you wish.....and the next 10 land on my thighs.  He asks if i thought He would do it...i honestly reply that i did not...He replies that is why He did.  The last 10 are on my bottom.  
  Sox won the second game.  Master says i can choose my position, and i can tell Him if i want harder or softer for each set, since this is my winning game.  There were 8 runs scored, so 80 with the flogger.  I choose the be over the back of the sofa.  Same routine, Master stops after every 10 for some rubbing.  After the fourth set, i ask for lighter ones,....just right!  The last 10, I ask for harder ones to finish up with....
  The last game was a Yank win...with 14 runs....140 with that paddle.  Master asks me to get the paddle, i do and hand it over to Him, with a slight smile.  Master then says He has a question for me, and if i can answer correctly, I will be rewarded.  He asks me the final score and how many runs did each team score.  Now, the game was a few weeks ago, but i had looked up the scores for each of the games, before i came to Master's, in case He had forgotten.  I thought for a minute and said....8--6...BINGO:).  My reward....Master will paddle me 80 times (instead of 140), and i get 60 more with the flogger.  I can choose who goes first.  I choose paddling first, since i would like to end with the flogger, and not worry about a paddling with i am all mellow from the flogging.
  I am back over His lap, they are about the same intensity as the first paddling, until the last 20.  Those are harder and slower.  Master suggests that i might want to suck His cock before my flogging, sounds like a good plan to me.  I am up and kneeling, as I am sucking and licking , Master says He has an idea.  He will flog me while i am sucking His cock.  I am sucking, He is reaching and flogging my back and bottom, and trying to let the ends of the flogger land near my pussy.  I am so trying to concentrate, when with His other hand He grabs my  hair and holds it tightly.  (Hence the title of this entry..triple play..get it??)  Talk about sensation overload.  I am not sure what to concentrate on, ...flogging or sucking or my hair being grasped tightly...and can feel myself just getting loss in all the sensations.  Did i get 60 with the flogger...i have no clue, but did not care.  It was an amazing sensory experience.  I am dripping, and am soon exploding, as we both finish.  
Yes, i will always be a Sox fan, but whether they win or lose.....i always seem to end up winning!

Re-plugged....

        I just realized...you all probably have the wrong idea what this post is about...nope, no way...not at all about....a butt plug!  I have been away on an electronically unplugged (mostly) vacation, so i am now re-plugging.  We did all the things that reminded me of long ago family vacations.  Lots of beach time, mini golf, drive-in movie, an old fashioned county fair ,  playing games with the little ones...and lots of delicious sea food and ice cream.
       Master reminded me first thing on Monday....back to our routine, time for maintenance.  I remind Master that it has been a while since a hard spanking...He chuckles and says i should start rubbing my bottom immediately, since that means that we have some catching up to do, I am surprised you all did not hear me groan.
       As always, we start off with my naked kneeling.  Master is touching all of me, talking quietly, reminding me the purpose of maintenance, and that all of me is His...all of the time.  I am then up and over His lap, for a hand warm-up.  Master used to ask me when i was ready to stop the warm-up and move on to the main event....since my answer was almost always, a warm-up is never long enough, He developed a new method.  He know lets His fingers roam, and play, and get me wet...dripping....then reminding me that no permissions until maintenance is over....and cumming without permission is a punishment event.  I hang on as long as i dare, before i start begging for maintenance to start.
           Master picks up the maintenance paddle, and lets it fly.  Four hard sets of 25, with rubbing between sets.  It does not take me long before i am loudly ouching and squirming.  He finishes, and i am trying to catch my breath when i hear, do you want a break with some activity before round 2...we missed maintenance last week.  I look up at Him and give Him my best....you have go to be kidding look....He chuckles and says, "that is the look i was hoping for".  I opt for break and quickly get on my knees, to enjoy His scent and taste.  I do my best to get Him to forget about round two.....it never works.  
              I am back over Master's lap, for round 2, 100 more, but this time, the spanks feel lighter, or at least more manageable. Finally we are up to date on maintenance, time to do a little catching up on permissions.  We accomplish catching up on those, and both agree....vacations are great, but there is no place like home.
             Summer has arrived in our part of the world...sunny and HOT.  I try not to complain about the heat, since winters seem to last forever.  But, i have moved my morning walks to inside ones.
              An update on my sister, she is starting to have a bit of an appetite and is now taking several naps during the day, as opposed to just sleeping all the time....progress.  We will not know if  her body has started producing antibodies for another couple of weeks.  Thank you all for your good thoughts and prayers.

   hugs abby

Maintenance...times 2

               Thank you all for your good thoughts and wishes and prayers for my sister.  She had a doctor's appointment today, and nothing has changed.  She is trying to adjust and accept that her life has changed drastically, with no real time table to judge for how long.  
               Over the weekend, the Red Sox and those damned Yanks played ball.  If you have read here during baseball season, you know one of the things Master and i differ on is baseball teams.  We usually take advantage of that by betting on the results when they play.  My boys....the Sox....let me down...again.  They did win one...in total there were 24 runs scored, times 10,  means 240 with Master's choice.  
                   Yesterday when we were talking about a good time for maintenance, He mentioned the bet.  I asked if we could just have a maintenance day, and leave the rest for another time.  He was a little taken aback...i do not think i have ever asked to put off a play session.  He quickly answered....you can choose when to pay your bet off, but maintenance is today.
                      Later, i was kneeling and being claimed, being reminded that all of me...the good, the not so good, the fun, the worries...whatever, it all belongs to Him.  He shares all of it....Then over His lap, for a too quick (always too quick in my mind)....hand warm-up.  He stops and i feel the coolness of wood....my warning.  Maintenance starts, and He is spanking hard.  He stops after every 25, to let me catch my breath and a little rubbing.  There is no slow build -up, and i am ouching loudly, and trying to stay still....not succeeding all that well.  Finally He gets to 100, stops and is rubbing.  He asks if i want to ask for a second round.  I look up at Him, with my.....(are you nuts)....oops....i mean are you kidding look.  He says if i want more i need to ask for it, but He thinks it has been a tough week,  and i need more.
                      I am hesitating, when He suggests that i thank Him for today's maintenance...  (now there is an activity we agree on).     As i pleasure Him, i start to relax, and feel the calmness of my submission return.  I start to realize, that more might be needed.  So when i finish, i look up...and  ask, in a small voice, if we could have another round of maintenance.
I am back over His lap, and this time, the spanking is not a harsh one.  After two sets of 50, while rubbing, He asks if i want a third set.  After a minute, i ask Him if He has a number of sets in mind.  He says.....as many as  you need, we could sit here all evening and do this.  
                  I look up at Him, smiling, and say....or we could.............which we end up doing, and we both are smiling  :)

hugs abby

A Different Fun Friday

             Last week was one of those weeks, that can only be described as....thank goodness it is over!  There was family drama...not the good kind...and i hate family drama.  I try to watch and not speak...but that is not always possible.  Then Thursday my sister called with some worrisome news about her health.  She has been tired and feeling 'off' for a couple of weeks now.  This is the time of year that is especially busy for the business that her family owns, so we were not overly worried.  This past week, she went beyond tired and into exhaustion and just did not feel right.  She saw her doctor, had some testing done, and finally got some answers.  On Wednesday, she was told she had the pravo virus and mono.  I teased her with being a late bloomer with the mono.....On Thursday she got another call from the doc...more test results had come in and she has a rare form of mono...cmv virus.  By now she was only able to stay out of bed for less than 2 hours at a time, before she was exhausted.  It is rare and serious....she will be exhausted for at least a few months, and the best case is that in 6 months she will be feeling better.....but it could also take a year.  The virus has also been known to attack the spleen and liver...and lungs.  That would be critical.....
            I had not told Master about my sister when we met for Fun Friday.  Often with bad news, i like to think about it on my own...come to terms with it....before i share it.  So, i go to Master's have my naked kneeling...He was in a pinching mood with my nipples.  He kept asking me could i take more....to ask for it, until finally, He  stopped.  I then went over His knee, He had the...My Paddleman...paddle out.  Right from the first spank...which i will admit ...were a warm-up, i was moving and ouching.  Master stops and asks what the problem is...i tell Him, in addition to the drama from last week, i had more bad news, from my sister.  His phone is ringing, it is a call He has to take, so i get up and wait and pace.
       He returns and i expect to get back over His lap, when He picks up the paddle and puts it away......grabs my hand and pulls me onto His lap, sitting, pulled into Him, as He wraps His arms around me.  He asks a few questions, and i tell Him about my sister.  Even before i am done, the tears are flowing.  Master holds me and quietly talks to me, asking a few questions, that i manage to answer.  He is holding me tight, giving me His strength.  I finally stop crying, and we talk about the whole week, the drama, and how i might be able to deal better, the next time it happens.  Master tells me He is giving me a code......lap time....and the next time i get overwhelmed  i just need to say or text  Him...lap time...and He will know what i need, and make it happen.  
        We continue to chat, about our families, sharing some delightful childhood memories, and making plans, and just enjoying our closeness.  No spanking on this Friday.....but  i did get just what i needed...
       I would appreciate any prayers or whammies or whatever you can send my sister's way....
Thanks!

hugs abby

"Tidal Wave"

          Master gave me the title for this post.  No, it does not refer to the weather, which has been very wet.  Today is finally sunny!!!  Hope the sun is shining for all of you.  The tidal waves that Master was referring to were created by Him.
           Monday was maintenance day, after a week of lots of vanilla fun with the 2 grands who were visiting grandma.  It rained a lot, but we did get in a baseball game and 2 visits to the beach.....and if you have little ones around, or even if you do not,  the movie "Inside Out" is a  must see!
           As most of you know, Monday is always maintenance spanking day in my world.  Back when we first started this Monday ritual, i woke up smiling, thinking...i am going to get spanked today!  My idea of maintenance was a bit different than Master's....and i am sure you all know how that turns out.  Now most of the time, i just accept it as part of my day.  When we have missed a Monday, (like last week... no spanking opportunities),   i am not quite so anxious for our Monday activity.  Master knows me well, and He can always tell, when i am.....a little 'uncertain' about being spanked.  Such was the case this past Monday.
            We started with our reclaiming time....me kneeling naked, Master using His voice and hands to remind me that all of me is His.  He chose a light touch with my breast, with some mauling and kneading, until He told me it was time.  Maintenance is 100  spanks with the maintenance paddle, which is small and on the heavy side.  He spanks in sets of 25, each set a little harder, the last 10 the hardest.
               I am over His lap, He starts, and after 10, He stops to rub.  Yes i had already started ouching and wriggling, and that never deters Him.  Once i was relaxed again, the second set of 10 and He stops.  I am surprised, but very happy for the shorter sets.  After the third set, He asks if i realize that He is helping me get into the right mind set.  I do realize and am thankful.  He stops again after 40 and 50.
                 He starts in at 51, and while i am expecting a rest and rub at 59, He continues...His first tidal wave.  He does not stop at 75, and i am getting louder.  He gets to 100 and announces all done.  I am panting, and very happy to get some rubbing time.  Master, of course, checks to see if i was protesting too much, and does find a little evidence that i was.  So He asks if i would like to suck His cock...He never has to ask twice:).  When i am done, i can feel myself starting to drip.
                  Master says it is time for me to play catch-up.  He then creates His second tidal wave....of orgasms.  After the first two, they are indeed a wave, making me breathless and jello....but such a nice way to end maintenance Monday!

hugs...abby

Leather is always better....

               Life is about to get very vanilla for a short while, so Master and i had decided we had to make some 'just us' time.  I usually look forward to our play times, but today i was just not....in the mood.  I was feeling tired, my youngest daughter (who lives with me) ....we mostly get along great...but this morning was one of those GRRRR....i am still the mom here....type of mornings.
                  As soon as i walked into Master's He asked what was wrong.  I looked up surprised, i had not mentioned how i was feeling.  He said, i can always tell just by how your voice sounds....We hugged and i noticed He had a paddle out.  I started my naked kneeling time while we were still chatting, Master claimed me,  using a very light touch on my nipples.  Once He had claimed all of me, He suggested we start with me sitting on His lap, instead of ending with it.  I quickly took advantage of the invitation.....and started to relax as we snuggled and relaxed a bit.  
                     When i was ready, it was over His lap for a wonderful hand warm-up.   He stops and i am getting reading to feel the paddle, when Master says, we have played a lot with wood lately...paddles and the cane....i think we need to get back to some leather.  I am smiling as i wholeheartedly agree.  He tells me to get up, and get into position, i hear Him swish His belt from the loops.  He starts off slowly and lightly, i am sinking into oblivion...into a place where all  is good.  He slowly increases the strength of the swats, but it all feels just right.  When He is finished, He steps closer to me, until i can feel his body rubbing against my warm bottom.  I start wriggling and writhing....no words are necessary. 
                         We move to get more comfortable, i can feel myself dripping.  We end our time, with permissions, and explosions...
              I  am off to my daughter's to celebrate a 4  year old birthday.  All the grands will be there, so it will be crazy and loads of fun.  A pool party is being planned, but i think Mother Nature is going to move us inside....When i return the 4 year old and his 7 year old sister will coming to grandma's for a week....while mom and dad stay home and pull up carpeting.  I have surprises in store...and plans, for rain or shine...but hoping for at least a couple days of sunshine.  
Have a good weekend all...
hugs abby

Back to "Normal"

          Yes, i put quotation marks around the word normal.  Honestly, anyone who has met me and known me for a while well.....let's just say if i gave my friends the task of describing me by using a list of 50 words....the word normal would never make an appearance.  Thank you all for your concern, the sub drop feeling has past, i am back to just me:).  
           On Friday, Master and i made sure we had some spanking time.  After a lovely hand warm-up, Master gave me the choice.....cane or paddle.  I noticed the lack of anything leather, but  He said He wanted to give me a choice between two different sensations.....a thuddy one or a stingy one.  Since my bottom was still a little tender, i decided to got with stingy...the cane.
It was just a few sets, and they were all on the light side.....Master's idea of a light caning.  It did help get me back into my good...happy...submissive place...and some MFL (mighty fine loving) followed. 
             Monday, we had my weekly maintenance.  After my kneeling time and some extended breast play, i was over His lap for a hand warm-up.  Master then, asks me why we have maintenance, and that since it is working (no basement spankings so far this year:).....we will continue.  Master is not one to discontinue anything that He feels is being effective.  There are some rules i feel are no longer necessary, but Master always says...they are serving a purpose, they stay.  After we are done the chatting part of the ritual, the maintenance paddle, does the rest of the talking.  Four sets of twenty-five....each set feeling harder, and making me more vocal.  After some rubbing and massaging, i am thanking Master...with more than words....for my maintenance.  Followed by....in Master's choice of words....a good hard fucking for me.  I am left breathless, motionless and.....smiling.
 Hope you are all having a good week...
hugs abby
                     
                   

         

Day 2.......sub drop

                If you read yesterday, you know that maintenance was an intense experience this week.  I went expecting maintenance, and maybe some play with the tens unit, but not with the intensity that occurred. I am not complaining, it was awesome, but it was surprising.  When we were starting our journey, spankings were less frequent, but often intense.  Granted, at that time, many of them were punishment drive.  Now, i get spanked way more often, usually with less intensity.
            I also want to add that Master is great at after care.  He never rushes me to get up and move about.  He will lie next to me, rubbing and quietly talking, have me sit on His lap, as we snuggle and relax, and always asks if i am ready to get up.  There are lots of hugs and kisses and....well other 'activities' often result too.
            I woke up the morning after maintenance and was aware that my bottom was still tender.  I love waking up and having that reminder, it makes me smile every time.  As i was thinking about my plans for the day, i started to feel very sad.  It surprised me, but i could not shake the sadness.  Then, of course, my 'voices' decided it might be a good time to visit.  After a couple minutes i decided maybe i needed some breakfast, so i got up and ate.  I took a shower to try and get myself going, and noticed after  that i had put my shirt on inside-out.  I shook my head and was glad i was alone....but wondered what was wrong with me.
           I sat to watch GMA...a morning talk show.  They are doing a series this week on Father's Day, and i had enjoyed Monday's segment.  On this morning the hosts each were taking a turn remembering what they learned from their dad.  As soon as the first person started, i could feel my tears start to fall.  ( i am not a crier....never have been).  I could not stop the tears, they just kept falling.  My dad died 3 years ago, and yes i still miss him a lot, but mostly now i remember him with a smile and wonderful memories.  The tears kept coming as i sat there watching the program.  When they finally finished the segment, and i stopped crying, it hit me....
      A very intense play time......feeling sad for no reason, not realizing i had initially put my shirt on wrong, tears...for no good reason......Sub Drop.  It has happened to me before, not recently, once maybe twice before.  I knew Master was at work, so i sent Him a text.  He immediately replied, told me to put on my ankle cuffs...i love the cuffs, they are comfy and great  reminder that i am His.  He then told me to stay close to Him, keep Him posted and to take it easy and be good to myself.  He checked on my several times during the day.  
    It was a gorgeous day, we have not had many of those.  I asked to go for a walk outside.  He agreed, but told me to take it easy, and not push myself.  I then settled in and read and watched some Net Flex.  I remembered i had a 30% off all my purchases at one of my favorite stores, and decided i wanted to go shopping.  Master gave me permission.  Now honestly, most of my purchases are usually grandchild oriented....they have the best kids' clothes.  But on this day, i bought 1 kid item...and lots of grandma items..lol... a positive aspect of sub drop???
I have this rule for myself...whenever i put something new in my closet, I have to take something out for the donation bag.  So i spent most of the rest of the afternoon, sorting through my closet.
      Yesterday , i woke up feeling better, but still a little....'off'.  Master was still checking up on me, asked about my plans for the day.  I really had nothing planned, just a walk.  Master told me He would call when He left work, so i could meet Him.  I will admit, i was a little...not so submissive during the day.....leaving out my Sirs and going my walk without letting Him know.
I get the call and left.   We hug, then He tells me to get into position.  I look at Him questioning what He wants. "Head down and bottom up"...i am a little puzzled but get into position.  Master leaves for a minute, returns and pulls my pants down, he laughs as he sees i was having a no panty day.....as if i was ready for Him.  
      I feel the cane tapping on my bottom, i am surprised.  He gives me 12, they are stingy, but not hard ones.  When He is done, i get up and as i walk to Master, He is pointing to the floor.  I kneel and release His cock, and worship it.  Master helps me up, pulls me into a giant bear  hug, and  smiles as He asks if my head is back where it should be.  I smile back as i answer....Yes Sir!

hugs abby

"Shocking"...day 1

           Yes, the tens unit made another appearance.  When we last 'played' with it, it had  not been used in well over year.  We both...me especially....so enjoyed it, we decided not to wait so long to use it again.  I did not expect it to make another appearance so soon, but was not complaining when i saw it on the table Monday.
             Master noticed my grin, and reminded me that first order of things on Monday is always....maintenance.  And before maintenance....naked kneeling time.  After Master has claimed all of me, i am over His lap.  I am ready for maintenance to begin, when to my surprise, instead of His hand warming up my bottom, i feel leather.  The beaver tail (that is the shape) paddle is warming my bottom.  Master sees me instantly relax, chuckles, and remarks that i must approve of this surprise warm-up....smart man:).
                Much too soon, He asks me why we have maintenance...as He does every week.  Once the question and answer part of our ritual is done, the small, wooden maintenance paddle starts to fly.  Master believes that maintenance works because it is a hard spanking, one that reminds me that i do not want a harder spanking.  I have to admit, it works pretty well.
Master starts in with the first set of 25 spanks,  some rubbing, and 3 more sets follow.  Usually each set is a little harder, or at least it feels that way to my bottom.  By the third set, i get very vocal, and squirmy.  The last 10 of the last set are the hardest ones, then finally, i get to recover over Master's lap, while He rubs my back, legs and bottom and talks quietly, until i can think and have a conversation.  We are ready to move on to the tens unit.
                 Master has me kneeling in front of Him, while He attaches the leads, one on each nipple.  He reminds me that i must keep talking to Him, letting Him know what i am feeling.  He starts slowly, as soon as i can feel a tingle, i let Him know.  He brings up the power slowly, alternating between continuous and and a pulse.  He gets to the upper lever of my enjoyment, leaves it for a while, and then tells me, to 'thank' Him for being so nice.  I expect Him to remove the leads, but He tells me they stay on, He will be continuing.  I tell Him He is a brave soul...
               I am kneeling, trying to concentrate on Master's cock.  Suddenly i feel a stronger jolt, i stop sucking, kneel up and am staring at Master face to face.  He looks at me, and says...i think you dropped something.  I take the hint, and return to concentrate on Him.
               The next spot for the leads is on my pussy.  Master is alternating steady and pulsing, and i can feel myself dripping.  I am close to needing a permission, when Master tells me to hang on, not permissions, til we are done with the unit.  I am panting and moaning, when Master decides to put the leads on my bottom.  I am over His lap, and after He has played with the intensity for a while, He starts to spank my bottom with the leather paddle, while continuing with the tens unit.  He tells me i have permission to cum at any time....I am so close, but i feel, i need more.  I ask for more spanks, for harder spanks, Master obliges, and i am lost in all the sensations..hearing His voice, feeling the leather paddle, the electric surges......
               All i remember about next, is that i was LOUD, and cumming in waves, until i just needed to breathe.  I am still, Master removes the leads and is talking quietly, while rubbing me all over.  I am in a daze, and know it was a while before i felt i could move.  I move from being over His lap, to being on His lap.  We snuggle and chat, and just sit, enjoying each other.  I decide i can get up, and when i do, i am a little disoriented still.  Master pulls me back next Him, and we snuggle for a while longer.
               I am finally totally back, and ready to return to the real world.  
Yes, there is a part 2....about how i felt the next morning...

Hugs abby
              

The Dog Ate My Homework!!

       I managed to get into a bit of trouble this week, and when Master asked what was the problem...i really had no answer....so He asked if the dog had eaten my homework....i was willing to blame the dog, but He was not buying it.
       Things have been going along pretty well, i had been shining that submissive halo of mine....when mid-week i started to get that 'antsy' feeling.  The one where...the more you try to ignore it, the louder the voices get. I actually debated with them on Wednesday, about asking Master for a mid-week tune up, so to speak, but decided i could just handle this on my own.
See the halo lose it's shine....
         Thursday morning , i did not send Master a good morning text...honestly i cannot remember the last time that happened.  Yes, i was 'poking' Him....trying to ask without really having to ask....if that makes any sense to any of you.  I had plans with a friend for most of the day, and Master never mentioned the missing text.  Yes, i should know by now, there would be a price to pay, He was just giving me more rope.
           Then this morning, we were talking and i replied to something He wanted me to do with an...OK.  Silence...then an..."pardon me, what did you say?".  I quickly corrected myself...He said better....but you will pay for that.  Then the icing on the cake, i forgot to call at lunch. In my defense, which i tried to explain to Master,  we had talked shortly before lunch, and we had settled on plans.  I also did honestly tell Him, i never even thought of it until He mentioned it.
At that point, i finally regained my senses, and suggested to Master we have a re-start to the day...and said Good Morning Sir...He replied with a good morning....and an, I will see you soon...the dog ate too much homework!
                So....I had shopped for some new very lacy undies and had put them away for a special occasion.  This was not a special occasion, but it might help me out a bit.  He did really like them....but....
              I am kneeling, naked, Master is concentrating on my breast...with lots of pinching and pulling.  I am trying to concentrate on His words, He is asking what happened this week, to cause me to be so off.  I expalined about Wednesday, but did not want to ask for more....a very hard pinch followed.  Asking for what i need is something He wants, and in this case would have prevented what was going to happen next.  Our Fun Friday...was not going to be so much fun for me.
             I am over His lap, and He starts in with the maintenance paddle, telling me this is my warm-up.  No hand warm-up, but He is going lighter with the paddle than He usually does.
He then asks me if i know why i am going to be paddled....i do, ...for all of the above.
He starts in with a long, hard set. He stops, i say that was a long set....He agrees, says it was 50.  Since obviously Monday's maintenance was not enough, today was double maintenance day.  He tells me to ask for the next 50, i just cannot get the words out, so He just starts paddling.  
          After that 50, He asks if i would like a break.  Yes Sir, comes flying out of mouth. He tells me to kneel between His legs.  I am doing my best to try and take His mind off that paddle, when He tells me, when i am done with His cock i had better be ready to ask for the next 100...and it needs to be sincere.  The paddling and my being between His legs, has changed my mind set, finally.  I apologize for my 'forgetfulness', and ask Him to spank me hard so that the next time i think i should go it alone, i remeber there is no reason to, I have a loving Master who would love to help me.  He accepts my apology and my request.
        I am back over His lap, for two more sets fo 50, by the last set i am ouching very loudly and the tears are filling my eyes.  He is finally done, is rubbing a bit, telling me how hot my bottom feels, while we chat about this week, and what i..we..could have done differently. Master then tells me, He is not done....He wants me to remember this spanking, so i am told to get up, and bend over, bottom up, head down...He is going to cane my bottom.
          Honestly,  i have no idea how many.  A couple sets of 12....maybe, maybe more than that.
Yes they all hurt like the dickens, but i was in a much more accepting place.  He stops and asks if i have had enough, or do i need more.  I assure Him i have had enough.  He sits and i snuggle into Him as close as i can get.  Usually after a punishment there are no permissions, but Master decides that today can be different....it is supposed to be fun Friday.  Permissions are soon needed, He pulls me into Him, and i have that wonderful feeling of my world being set right, once again.

Have a great weekend all...
hugs abby
         


     

Predictable.....Unpredictable......

            Monday, per usual, was maintenance day.  Maintenance is one of the few times when i am able to predict what will happen.

.......We always start with naked kneeling.  He reclaims me with His hands and voice, helping me to be in the moment, to block out everything but Him and me.  

.......I then go over His lap.  We are often chatting at this point, and Master is warming up my bottom with His hand.  Some warm-ups are longer than others.....i think they are never long enough.

......Master will then ask me, what part of me belongs to Him, the answer being all of me.  The next question is, why do we have maintenance...they help me stay out of trouble, to avoid a Punishment spanking.

......As soon as those words are spoken, the paddle starts in.  The maintenance paddle is small and heavy with holes.  Usually there are 4 sets of 25....each set harder than the last.  He does stop and rub and allow me to catch my breath after each set.  I have to ask for the last 10, sometimes adding...and make them the hardest ones yet.  (i hate asking).  When He is done, there is some quiet time while He rubs my bottom, and 'checks' to see if i have complained too much about the ouchyness.....

......That is the established routine, and there is not much change from week to week.

......Often the next activity, is me sucking His cock.  Sometimes there is more spanking with His hand or some leather.  This past week we went right to me needing and getting permissions.

Maintenance is Master at His most predictable......most of you know, He is usually not predictable...

.....Tuesday morning Master tells me to get my plug, put it in my purse, keep it close to me all day.  That is a first....and i have learned, that asking questions, only gives Him more ideas, so i simply say....i will.  I had some errands to do, but even when i was at home...all i could think of is that plug in my purse.  Every time my phone signaled a message, i thought....i hope it is not about the plug.   I wondered...actually i worried.....that at some point i would be wearing that plug.  He had my full attention all day....and He was busy working.  At the end of the day, i asked if i could take it out of my purse....and received permission to do so.  Simply having me put that darn thing in my purse.....changed the focus of my whole day.....which was probably just what He planned.

....Monday ...the predictable

....Tuesday...totally unpredictable

Life with Master is never boring, even though occasionally  it is predictable.

hugs abby