For the last couple of months Master had been providing titles for my blog entries. I love that He enjoys being a part of this blog, and it used to take me longer to think of a title, than it did to write the whole entry. When i sat to compose this, i did not have a title, Master had forgotten to supply one and i forgot to ask. So, i asked and i got a title. I think it is serving a dual purpose...a title for all of you and a reminder for me.
I am getting ready to return to Maine. My mom is back in the hospital, and my sister is worried, and has lots on her plate right now. I already have plans for lots of travel time in June, but i feel like i should and need to be there...and Master agrees.
We managed some 'just us' time today. When i walked in i saw a large paint stick and His cane. I think i made a mistake when i told Master that one of the things i like about the cane was that the welts and the soreness lasts....I am naked and kneeling and Master is massaging and rubbing...getting me to relax and release the tensions of the past week. Then He starts in on my nipples...He is not being gentle, He is claiming them and reminding me that they are His to do with as He pleases.
Then i am over his lap, for a too quick hand warm up. Often during a warm up, Master will ask if there is a part of me that does not belong to Him, which part...parts ...of me are His. This time He is also reminding me that no matter where i am....i am His. When He is satisfied with my answers, He picks up the paint stick. It is very stingy, but as Master said, it is mostly a surface pain. He stops for some rubbing and probing and 'checking'. He takes some of my wetness and rubs it on my bottom, just before He picks up the cane.
He starts with the cane while i am still over His lap. The sting has me moving, but it is just right. Each welt is His mark, a reminder...He checks, but we both know the effect the caning has on me. Master 'stirs the honey pot' as He put it...and just as i am beginning to pant and think permission...I hear Master ask if i would like 100 more with the cane before we continue. I shake my head 'no', He asks if i am sure...and this time i reply, that is up to Him. He chuckles...and of course tells me to get up, bend over and stick my bottom out.
These welts are meant to last a while, and i have to be reminded to keep my bottom where He wants it. He rubs between sets, but each set is a little harder. He finally decides that the welts are to His liking, and tells me to stay in position, .....as He fills me.....and brings me to an explosive orgasm.
After a couple minutes He pulls me over His lap, and is rubbing me all over..from my feet on up, talking quietly, letting me just be totally relaxed.
He reminds me that i can still lean on Him while i am away...He is always there for me. He is always telling me that i just need to ask , and this week , i actually did. On Wednesday, the day my mom was admitted to the hospital, i was letting Master know during our lunch time call. He asked how i was doing, and after some hesitation admitted i could use some hugs and a lap to sit on. He replied, i am on my way...and 10 minutes later...i had that lap and those hugs. I could feel His strength and calmness become a part of me. He was very pleased that i had asked...and hoped it was not a 1 time thing....i am pretty sure it will be happening again:)
No matter where i am, i am His.....
hugs abby
Friday, May 30, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Why is it the 'little' things?
As i was thinking this afternoon about a conversation Master and i had earlier today, i came to the realization.....it is usually the little, or minor, things that seem to be the most difficult for me to submit to. Most of the time when Master suggests implements a new rule, we discuss it, i get my questions answered, and i agree. Often i get punished at least once for forgetting, but mostly i submit. Then there are times like....joining a gym. If you read here regularly, you know it took 2 basement visits to get me there. You were all urging me, Master was adamant, and i finally agreed. Honestly, i go 4/5 times a week, and on the days i don't i usually walk a bike path that is behind my house. No, i would not say i enjoy it, but it has become part of my routine....and yes i do feel better.
One of the reasons Master wanted me to join was to 'tone' up. I have lost quite a bit a weight, and He feels i would look and feel better, if i 'toned' my muscles. Once i joined, He wanted me to get measured and report on my progress. I was not thrilled...or happy...or really even willing. This body will never be toned, i argued.....I am too old....i don't care if i am toned or not....Master offered to do the measuring, once a week. I said they would measure me at Curves, but they do it once a month. He was hesitant, but agreed. I did get measured twice, showed a loss of a few inches.
Today, Master remarked that it had been a while since He had a measurement report. After a slight hesitation, i confessed that i had not asked for one, even tho the computer reminded me that it was time every time i checked in. He asked me why....and i said just going should be enough...who cares about the measurement? He replied that He is not trying to get me to be in athletic shape, but He views the measuring as an indication of how i am doing. I honestly don't care. He does. After a bit of of discussion during which He referred to me as being 'fiesty'....He gave me the option of His measuring me once a week, or at Curves once a month or....suffer the consequences...
I can hear all of you.....GET MEASURED....and i agreed i would. Thinking back on it this afternoon, i realized what a small thing He is asking. He has not said i have to be down a certain number of inches, He says He is sure i will show a loss...He can tell just be looking and feeling me. So why is it the seemingly little things that i get all fiesty...stubborn about? Maybe giving up control over the little things in my life, means really giving up control....that the every day things i try to hang on to....are a sign that i do have some control??? Is it too scary to think otherwise?? I don't know...
Today was maintenance day. When i was kneeling, as Master was reclaiming me, i was a little tense. Master says, He will be gentle with my nipples today i can relax, He chuckled as i quickly did. Over His knee for a hand warm-up, followed by the maintenance paddle. He started on the slow side, but quickly picked up speed and strength. The last set seemed to last forever, with no break. Usually He spanks in sets of 25 or so, with breaks for rubbing. This was one very, very long set. He finally finished, as i was gasping for breath.
He then announces that this is a break, He is not finished. My head pops up and announces that was a very long spanking...as if, maybe, He did not know that. He reminds me that i chose to not get measured on time....and that i had replied to one of His requests with a 'sounds good', and not a Yes Sir. UGH.....Since He is being nice and giving me a break, He suggest i make good use of the time....so i am quickly kneeling and pleasuring Him.
It does not deter Him...i would never expect it to....and I am back over His lap...25 for the measuring thing, and another 25 for not using a proper response...another one of those little things that trips me up. Master never goes easy, and my bottom is on fire, He has me rub it, then tells me to not touch it again today. Since this is not punishment, Master then checks to see if 'she' is enjoying any of this...of course 'she' is....i can hear the sloshing. Permissions are granted and i am off and soaring...
What do you think....is it the 'little' things that can be the most difficult to let go of?
hugs abby
One of the reasons Master wanted me to join was to 'tone' up. I have lost quite a bit a weight, and He feels i would look and feel better, if i 'toned' my muscles. Once i joined, He wanted me to get measured and report on my progress. I was not thrilled...or happy...or really even willing. This body will never be toned, i argued.....I am too old....i don't care if i am toned or not....Master offered to do the measuring, once a week. I said they would measure me at Curves, but they do it once a month. He was hesitant, but agreed. I did get measured twice, showed a loss of a few inches.
Today, Master remarked that it had been a while since He had a measurement report. After a slight hesitation, i confessed that i had not asked for one, even tho the computer reminded me that it was time every time i checked in. He asked me why....and i said just going should be enough...who cares about the measurement? He replied that He is not trying to get me to be in athletic shape, but He views the measuring as an indication of how i am doing. I honestly don't care. He does. After a bit of of discussion during which He referred to me as being 'fiesty'....He gave me the option of His measuring me once a week, or at Curves once a month or....suffer the consequences...
I can hear all of you.....GET MEASURED....and i agreed i would. Thinking back on it this afternoon, i realized what a small thing He is asking. He has not said i have to be down a certain number of inches, He says He is sure i will show a loss...He can tell just be looking and feeling me. So why is it the seemingly little things that i get all fiesty...stubborn about? Maybe giving up control over the little things in my life, means really giving up control....that the every day things i try to hang on to....are a sign that i do have some control??? Is it too scary to think otherwise?? I don't know...
Today was maintenance day. When i was kneeling, as Master was reclaiming me, i was a little tense. Master says, He will be gentle with my nipples today i can relax, He chuckled as i quickly did. Over His knee for a hand warm-up, followed by the maintenance paddle. He started on the slow side, but quickly picked up speed and strength. The last set seemed to last forever, with no break. Usually He spanks in sets of 25 or so, with breaks for rubbing. This was one very, very long set. He finally finished, as i was gasping for breath.
He then announces that this is a break, He is not finished. My head pops up and announces that was a very long spanking...as if, maybe, He did not know that. He reminds me that i chose to not get measured on time....and that i had replied to one of His requests with a 'sounds good', and not a Yes Sir. UGH.....Since He is being nice and giving me a break, He suggest i make good use of the time....so i am quickly kneeling and pleasuring Him.
It does not deter Him...i would never expect it to....and I am back over His lap...25 for the measuring thing, and another 25 for not using a proper response...another one of those little things that trips me up. Master never goes easy, and my bottom is on fire, He has me rub it, then tells me to not touch it again today. Since this is not punishment, Master then checks to see if 'she' is enjoying any of this...of course 'she' is....i can hear the sloshing. Permissions are granted and i am off and soaring...
What do you think....is it the 'little' things that can be the most difficult to let go of?
hugs abby
Monday, May 26, 2014
Pepere's special potato salad!
Happy Memorial Day all...
My dad was not much of a cook. It was a family tradition when i was growing up that Sunday nights suppers were my dad's responsibility. They usually rotated between fried balogna sandwiches, hot dogs and scrambled eggs. My father's specialty was reserved for extended family gatherings or occasionally Sunday dinner. It has become known as Pepere's potato salad. (Pepere is what all his grands and great grands called him)
He would boil the potatoes with the skins on, peel them while they were still hot and then let them cool. He would chop them into little cubes, add chopped hard boiled eggs, cukes, onions (in half of the batch), celery and his secret ingredient...sweet pickles. He used mayo...and some dill ...as the dressing. I am not a potato salad fan, but i loved this one. As he worked he always whistled, and when the great grands started to toddle around He would give them the very important job of putting the cukes and pickles into the salad.
My dad served in the Navy. He was the youngest of 8 bothers. They all served during WW II...dad lied about his age, because he did not want to be left behind. My grandmother's prayers were answered when they all returned....she always said she was one lucky woman.
On Memorial Day my daughter lovingly makes pepere's potato salad....minus the whistling. She did not inherit that gene..she hums. It conjures up wonderful memories and is her tribute to Him...and to all those who serve their country. I would like to salute and say a heart felt
THANK YOU to all...
......who are serving our country. Risking their lives, loosing precious time with their families, so that we can enjoy our lives of freedom
.......who are veterans, having fulfilled their service. Often returning to their loved ones with the visible and invisible scars that such a service can impose.
.........who are no longer with us but served us proudly.
........those who wait for a safe return, giving up precious time together.
........to all those in service to our country..the reservist, first responders...
a very heart felt THANK YOU, we appreciate and value your service.
hugs abby
My dad was not much of a cook. It was a family tradition when i was growing up that Sunday nights suppers were my dad's responsibility. They usually rotated between fried balogna sandwiches, hot dogs and scrambled eggs. My father's specialty was reserved for extended family gatherings or occasionally Sunday dinner. It has become known as Pepere's potato salad. (Pepere is what all his grands and great grands called him)
He would boil the potatoes with the skins on, peel them while they were still hot and then let them cool. He would chop them into little cubes, add chopped hard boiled eggs, cukes, onions (in half of the batch), celery and his secret ingredient...sweet pickles. He used mayo...and some dill ...as the dressing. I am not a potato salad fan, but i loved this one. As he worked he always whistled, and when the great grands started to toddle around He would give them the very important job of putting the cukes and pickles into the salad.
My dad served in the Navy. He was the youngest of 8 bothers. They all served during WW II...dad lied about his age, because he did not want to be left behind. My grandmother's prayers were answered when they all returned....she always said she was one lucky woman.
On Memorial Day my daughter lovingly makes pepere's potato salad....minus the whistling. She did not inherit that gene..she hums. It conjures up wonderful memories and is her tribute to Him...and to all those who serve their country. I would like to salute and say a heart felt
THANK YOU to all...
......who are serving our country. Risking their lives, loosing precious time with their families, so that we can enjoy our lives of freedom
.......who are veterans, having fulfilled their service. Often returning to their loved ones with the visible and invisible scars that such a service can impose.
.........who are no longer with us but served us proudly.
........those who wait for a safe return, giving up precious time together.
........to all those in service to our country..the reservist, first responders...
a very heart felt THANK YOU, we appreciate and value your service.
hugs abby
Friday, May 23, 2014
How Many Lashes Are Too Many??*
* Yes, Master is enjoying giving me titles....and i am enjoying not having to sit and think of one...love a win/win!
Master asked me this morning if He should bring His toy bag with Him today.....silly question!!!
We started, as always with my kneeling time...His reclaiming of me, shutting out everything but us. His hands cover my eyes as His words are my focus. I am His..all of me...all of the time....this is our time....to be us...
His hands then start to roam, ending at my breast. He starts off pinching, pulling and squeezing, reminding me to stay 'in position'. Then suddenly, He is barely touching, circling, using only His finger tips, i am loss in the sensations.
It is warm-up time, i am over His lap, relaxing as we chat and He is watching my bottom go from pale to pink to rosy. He then starts to spank my thighs, wondering out loud why many consider them off limits. My reply is easy....it HURTS a lot more....which He does not consider a good reason. After my thighs start to match my bottom, Master asks if we should get a 'toy' from His bag. When He suggests the flogger i quickly agree:)....that large leather flogger is my favorite, and it has gathered way too much dust!!!
I am up on my hands and knees, head down, as Master slowly drags the leather strips of the flogger up and down my back, bottom and legs. He continues, slowly covering all of my body. Master asks if i am enjoying the feel of the tentacles....i have to keep from laughing. All i can think of is nilla. She writes fabulous stories...and there is one where tentacles play a major part that i love....so now i am imagining an octopus going up and down my back and legs...LOL!
Master moves on to the actual flogging. He is going from one side to the other, each time He switches sides He seems to increase the strength behind the lashes. I am just laying there, feeling all the tenseness leave my body, i am absorbing the lashes. The last few sets are, I think, the hardest ever.....but they leave me in a very good place. Master is rubbing my back, commenting on the heat. He then decides that i should turn around and lay back down with my legs wide open.
He pulls out His 'helping hand'...crop...and says time for a pussy spanking. He reaches in and makes sure that 'she' is ready and waiting. I am told to keep my legs wide open and keep my hands out of the way. He starts of with gentle taps, lulling me along, then not so gentle taps. I start to move my hands, He tells me to put them under me.....as He continues concentrating on the pussy spanks. When He is sure that i am very tenderized, He moves to my breast.
I am tense...and He tells me to relax He is going to crop my breast. He starts off fairly lightly, but it really hurts, and i am having a hard time adjusting to the feeling. He tells me if i take 5 more hard ones on each breast, He will reward me by sucking away the pain. I take a deep breath and am ready.....5 on one side, i take a deep breath, 5 on the other...and yes they really, really sting! But as soon as He is done, Master drops the crop and is sucking the pain away on one then the other.....the pain is replaced with a different feeling...a wanting....
Master keeps His mouth on my breast, and reaches down to to see what effect He is having .....i am so wet...He uses His fingers, His hand, and is looking right into my eyes, and i explode, more than once, i can barely move. Master is massaging me, talking quietly , helping me to land gently, and finally i can move. He suggests i climb on His lap, as He sits...
I snuggle into His neck, my favorite place, where i am safe and cherished and feel like all is right in my world. We talk about our recent play times, the intensity seems to be increasing. Neither one of us feels it is too much, we are dancing our dance....and loving every step.
How many lashes are too many....we have not discovered the answer to that one.....yet!
hugs abby
Master asked me this morning if He should bring His toy bag with Him today.....silly question!!!
We started, as always with my kneeling time...His reclaiming of me, shutting out everything but us. His hands cover my eyes as His words are my focus. I am His..all of me...all of the time....this is our time....to be us...
His hands then start to roam, ending at my breast. He starts off pinching, pulling and squeezing, reminding me to stay 'in position'. Then suddenly, He is barely touching, circling, using only His finger tips, i am loss in the sensations.
It is warm-up time, i am over His lap, relaxing as we chat and He is watching my bottom go from pale to pink to rosy. He then starts to spank my thighs, wondering out loud why many consider them off limits. My reply is easy....it HURTS a lot more....which He does not consider a good reason. After my thighs start to match my bottom, Master asks if we should get a 'toy' from His bag. When He suggests the flogger i quickly agree:)....that large leather flogger is my favorite, and it has gathered way too much dust!!!
I am up on my hands and knees, head down, as Master slowly drags the leather strips of the flogger up and down my back, bottom and legs. He continues, slowly covering all of my body. Master asks if i am enjoying the feel of the tentacles....i have to keep from laughing. All i can think of is nilla. She writes fabulous stories...and there is one where tentacles play a major part that i love....so now i am imagining an octopus going up and down my back and legs...LOL!
Master moves on to the actual flogging. He is going from one side to the other, each time He switches sides He seems to increase the strength behind the lashes. I am just laying there, feeling all the tenseness leave my body, i am absorbing the lashes. The last few sets are, I think, the hardest ever.....but they leave me in a very good place. Master is rubbing my back, commenting on the heat. He then decides that i should turn around and lay back down with my legs wide open.
He pulls out His 'helping hand'...crop...and says time for a pussy spanking. He reaches in and makes sure that 'she' is ready and waiting. I am told to keep my legs wide open and keep my hands out of the way. He starts of with gentle taps, lulling me along, then not so gentle taps. I start to move my hands, He tells me to put them under me.....as He continues concentrating on the pussy spanks. When He is sure that i am very tenderized, He moves to my breast.
I am tense...and He tells me to relax He is going to crop my breast. He starts off fairly lightly, but it really hurts, and i am having a hard time adjusting to the feeling. He tells me if i take 5 more hard ones on each breast, He will reward me by sucking away the pain. I take a deep breath and am ready.....5 on one side, i take a deep breath, 5 on the other...and yes they really, really sting! But as soon as He is done, Master drops the crop and is sucking the pain away on one then the other.....the pain is replaced with a different feeling...a wanting....
Master keeps His mouth on my breast, and reaches down to to see what effect He is having .....i am so wet...He uses His fingers, His hand, and is looking right into my eyes, and i explode, more than once, i can barely move. Master is massaging me, talking quietly , helping me to land gently, and finally i can move. He suggests i climb on His lap, as He sits...
I snuggle into His neck, my favorite place, where i am safe and cherished and feel like all is right in my world. We talk about our recent play times, the intensity seems to be increasing. Neither one of us feels it is too much, we are dancing our dance....and loving every step.
How many lashes are too many....we have not discovered the answer to that one.....yet!
hugs abby
Monday, May 19, 2014
To Strap...or not to...
For most of my life, i dreaded Monday's...who doesn't i guess. As a student or a teacher, it was the beginning of a new week of classes and work. Retirement changed that a little....now, when i wake up the first day of the week, i do not even think...'it is Monday'...i think...Maintenance Day. Master has changed my way of thinking about so many things.
During my kneeling time, Master tells me that i get to make a choice about maintenance today. We can either use the maintenance paddle, which i am very familiar with, or the strop. Master has a large, old, strop that is heavy and packs a big punch. Master warns me that the strop is leather, but that it will be a long and hard stropping....my choice. I can let Him know, after my warm up. It is only then that i notice His toy bag, and the strop already out and visible.
After my re-claiming time i am over His lap for a hand warm-up. I am enjoying, having already made my choice. Master makes sure that my bottom is rosy and warm before He asks if i have decided. I have...the strop is my choice. Master is chuckling...He says He knew it, even if He had told me 1000 with the strop, i probably still would have chosen it. Not so sure about that, but i think we both knew as soon as He told me i had a choice what my response would be.
Master has me get up, put a pillow under my bottom to raise it, and lay flat. A position i like, since i am much less likely to move out of position and it is comfortable. He starts 10 to a side, then on to the other side. Often i find that one side hurts more, but this time they seem to 'suffer' equally. Master increases the force with each set, and altho i am not moving, i am becoming vocal. He stops for some rubbing, commenting on how much heat my bottom is generating. As always , He also tells me not to let the pain settle on my bottom , but to send it where it can enjoy it. I always want to reply...you think that is easy???...i usually don't and did not today, but know that once He checks He will find that the strop was being felt in more than one place.
An occasional swing laps over to my side, or is too low..and i let out a louder complaint. I am responding vocally to each stripe, and i finally hear 5 more, 4, 3, 2, and 1. He is done....i want a minute to regain my composure, but Master is telling me He wants me up and kneeling NOW...He helps me up and down into a kneeling position, where i am told....suck my cock as if you are begging me not to pick up that strop again....make me forget all about that strop. I like a challenge, and am up to this one.....
I am back over Master's lap, He asks if i can 'hear' my sloshing....i can. Master prefers to bring me to a slow boil....but the stropping and worshipping His cock...have me already at a simmer. One hand is concentrating on my clit, while His other one is alternating between rubbing and pinching my bottom. Then pinching makes me feel the heat, and pushes me to the edge. I need permissions, they are granted and i am off, and off, and off. As i am laying, trying to re-gain a level of awareness, i hear Master's voice and feel Him rubbing my bottom. We start to chat and He goes back to pinching and rubbing....i tell Him to be careful, i am beginning to go past the simmer point....again. He loves it, and stirs things up even more....and yes, i need another permission, before i am truly spent, sated, in a wonderful dream like place.
Who would not love starting their week not with a Monday....but with Maintenance?
hugs abby
During my kneeling time, Master tells me that i get to make a choice about maintenance today. We can either use the maintenance paddle, which i am very familiar with, or the strop. Master has a large, old, strop that is heavy and packs a big punch. Master warns me that the strop is leather, but that it will be a long and hard stropping....my choice. I can let Him know, after my warm up. It is only then that i notice His toy bag, and the strop already out and visible.
After my re-claiming time i am over His lap for a hand warm-up. I am enjoying, having already made my choice. Master makes sure that my bottom is rosy and warm before He asks if i have decided. I have...the strop is my choice. Master is chuckling...He says He knew it, even if He had told me 1000 with the strop, i probably still would have chosen it. Not so sure about that, but i think we both knew as soon as He told me i had a choice what my response would be.
Master has me get up, put a pillow under my bottom to raise it, and lay flat. A position i like, since i am much less likely to move out of position and it is comfortable. He starts 10 to a side, then on to the other side. Often i find that one side hurts more, but this time they seem to 'suffer' equally. Master increases the force with each set, and altho i am not moving, i am becoming vocal. He stops for some rubbing, commenting on how much heat my bottom is generating. As always , He also tells me not to let the pain settle on my bottom , but to send it where it can enjoy it. I always want to reply...you think that is easy???...i usually don't and did not today, but know that once He checks He will find that the strop was being felt in more than one place.
An occasional swing laps over to my side, or is too low..and i let out a louder complaint. I am responding vocally to each stripe, and i finally hear 5 more, 4, 3, 2, and 1. He is done....i want a minute to regain my composure, but Master is telling me He wants me up and kneeling NOW...He helps me up and down into a kneeling position, where i am told....suck my cock as if you are begging me not to pick up that strop again....make me forget all about that strop. I like a challenge, and am up to this one.....
I am back over Master's lap, He asks if i can 'hear' my sloshing....i can. Master prefers to bring me to a slow boil....but the stropping and worshipping His cock...have me already at a simmer. One hand is concentrating on my clit, while His other one is alternating between rubbing and pinching my bottom. Then pinching makes me feel the heat, and pushes me to the edge. I need permissions, they are granted and i am off, and off, and off. As i am laying, trying to re-gain a level of awareness, i hear Master's voice and feel Him rubbing my bottom. We start to chat and He goes back to pinching and rubbing....i tell Him to be careful, i am beginning to go past the simmer point....again. He loves it, and stirs things up even more....and yes, i need another permission, before i am truly spent, sated, in a wonderful dream like place.
Who would not love starting their week not with a Monday....but with Maintenance?
hugs abby
Saturday, May 17, 2014
Informing or Asking......
I was feeling a little ummmm....."impish" earlier this week. On Wednesday my good morning text to Master included a list of errands, not including Curves. He replied that His list included Curves, i told Him i thought it was wonderful that He was going...He suggested we should meet and compare list. I told Him i would adjust my list, but it would be nice to see Him there.
On Thursday, i told Him my plans....His reply....was a yes, but a 'reminder' that i had not included a may I Sir, or a please. It has been one of my rules, for a long time now, that i must ask for permission to go anyplace. I can ask when we say good morning, or during the day as things come up....He does not like me to ask more than a day in advance. If i don't get an answer in 10 minutes, i may go. (That part was suspended once, when i started assuming a yes)
I very rarely get a no, it is not so much that He wants to restrict my activities, more that He likes to know where i am and what i am doing. Occasionally when i am feeling 'antsy', i will inform rather than ask. He still gets to know my whereabouts, but i am sending a subtle..or not so subtle message.
We had some play time yesterday. During my kneeling time, when He was pinching my nipples, He brought up the informing as opposed to asking. I replied He would never say no to Curves, and i was letting Him know my whereabouts. He was not impressed (anyone out there surprised?). He reminded me that He had offered to meet and compare list on Wednesday and i said i was fine. I admitted that i probably should have agreed, but felt like i could just 'suck it up' knowing it was a busy week for Him. He gave me that....raised eyebrow look....and told me that asking is way different than informing, and i was to ask.
Then i was over His lap for a lovely long hand spanking with lots of rubbing. Just as i was totally relaxed i feel something much smoother and cooler....like a paddle. I am having a bit of a problem adjusting to the change in sensation....that never deters Him. Once i have settled a bit, Master comments that we both seem to enjoy our harder play times, so maybe they should happen more often. I agree my tolerance for our play has increased, but i would not want the harder play all the time. It has been a while, a long while, since we have had an tie me up and empty the toy bag session......we both agree that needs to happen.
We stop chatting and Master finishes up His paddling, i am wriggling, my bottom hinting about other activities. He tells me to get up, lean over and be sure by bottom is up and out....He is getting the cane. A surprise, i am not sure i am ready for....as i move slowly and let out a groan. He comments He just gave me a wonderful warm-up, to get moving.
I am in position, i am never ready for that first swish. Master continues, each set a bit harder. After the first few, i have adjusted to the sting, with breaks for rubbing. Master finishes and tells me not to move, to leave my bottom right where it is. He is checking and is very pleased at what He finds. He decides to take me from behind, i need several permissions, until i cannot stand any more and collapse.....He is there with me, as reality settles in.
We get up and i go to get my clothes, without thinking i start to put on my bra....He gives me an "AHEM". One of my first rules... i must ask to get dressed. Sounds simple enough, but we both laugh (we now laugh) at how long it took me to submit...I quickly ask for permission and get a 'not yet, i am not finished". I look at Him puzzled....He puts His leg up on the ottoman and signals me to lean over. He is holding the paddle....."These next spanks are for informing and not asking, asking is to remind you that i am always in charge, you are always Mine". It is one fast set....but it reignites the fire.....and i know i have been warned. As i go over to put on my undies, i stop and ask.....Master chuckles as He says He was ready with cane in hand to remind me to ask...i may get dressed.
Have a good weekend all...be safe if the weather is crazy....
hugs abby
On Thursday, i told Him my plans....His reply....was a yes, but a 'reminder' that i had not included a may I Sir, or a please. It has been one of my rules, for a long time now, that i must ask for permission to go anyplace. I can ask when we say good morning, or during the day as things come up....He does not like me to ask more than a day in advance. If i don't get an answer in 10 minutes, i may go. (That part was suspended once, when i started assuming a yes)
I very rarely get a no, it is not so much that He wants to restrict my activities, more that He likes to know where i am and what i am doing. Occasionally when i am feeling 'antsy', i will inform rather than ask. He still gets to know my whereabouts, but i am sending a subtle..or not so subtle message.
We had some play time yesterday. During my kneeling time, when He was pinching my nipples, He brought up the informing as opposed to asking. I replied He would never say no to Curves, and i was letting Him know my whereabouts. He was not impressed (anyone out there surprised?). He reminded me that He had offered to meet and compare list on Wednesday and i said i was fine. I admitted that i probably should have agreed, but felt like i could just 'suck it up' knowing it was a busy week for Him. He gave me that....raised eyebrow look....and told me that asking is way different than informing, and i was to ask.
Then i was over His lap for a lovely long hand spanking with lots of rubbing. Just as i was totally relaxed i feel something much smoother and cooler....like a paddle. I am having a bit of a problem adjusting to the change in sensation....that never deters Him. Once i have settled a bit, Master comments that we both seem to enjoy our harder play times, so maybe they should happen more often. I agree my tolerance for our play has increased, but i would not want the harder play all the time. It has been a while, a long while, since we have had an tie me up and empty the toy bag session......we both agree that needs to happen.
We stop chatting and Master finishes up His paddling, i am wriggling, my bottom hinting about other activities. He tells me to get up, lean over and be sure by bottom is up and out....He is getting the cane. A surprise, i am not sure i am ready for....as i move slowly and let out a groan. He comments He just gave me a wonderful warm-up, to get moving.
I am in position, i am never ready for that first swish. Master continues, each set a bit harder. After the first few, i have adjusted to the sting, with breaks for rubbing. Master finishes and tells me not to move, to leave my bottom right where it is. He is checking and is very pleased at what He finds. He decides to take me from behind, i need several permissions, until i cannot stand any more and collapse.....He is there with me, as reality settles in.
We get up and i go to get my clothes, without thinking i start to put on my bra....He gives me an "AHEM". One of my first rules... i must ask to get dressed. Sounds simple enough, but we both laugh (we now laugh) at how long it took me to submit...I quickly ask for permission and get a 'not yet, i am not finished". I look at Him puzzled....He puts His leg up on the ottoman and signals me to lean over. He is holding the paddle....."These next spanks are for informing and not asking, asking is to remind you that i am always in charge, you are always Mine". It is one fast set....but it reignites the fire.....and i know i have been warned. As i go over to put on my undies, i stop and ask.....Master chuckles as He says He was ready with cane in hand to remind me to ask...i may get dressed.
Have a good weekend all...be safe if the weather is crazy....
hugs abby
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Over His Knee and.....On His Knee
Life has been on that crazy side here lately. I was not even sure that M/M would happen. Master, on the other hand, can be very determined when He wants something....
After our play time, Master asked me if i had a title for the blog entry. I replied that i had come to rely on Him for that. Within a second He had 2 choices for me, and i chose the above. Part of the reason being i don't totally remember the other one, but it had to do with a hard spanking.
During my naked kneeling time, Master said that it had been way too long and He was feeling 'frisky' ...ready to make up for it. He started by 'mauling' all of me until He settled on my nipples. His tugging and pinching became harder and longer as His grin became wider. When i started to squirm, He reminds me that He is only enjoying "His" nipples...in fact all of me is His play area. I know this, but to hear the words, see the look on His face, and feel His touch, all at the same time, puts me exactly where He wants me.
I am then invited over His knee....He has the Maintenance paddle out. As soon as the warm up begins, i tense up. He tells me to relax, then taps my thighs and legs when i do not quickly respond. I take a deep breath, and let go of most of the tension. He continues with the warm-up, it seems to go on for an extended time as the spanks become harder and harder. I hear Him tell me, i can decide when the warm-up is over, by kneeling, and worshipping His cock. I wait for a few more swats, before i tell Him i am ready when You are....seems we are both ready!
I am on my knees, licking, sucking, slurping, starting slowly, and increasing in speed. I am steadying myself with my hands on Master's thighs, when i hear...hands behind you...mouth only. Soon His Hands are grabbing my hair, controlling the tempo and holding me in place, making sure i get His full scent.....and taste.
Then, i am back over His knees. He starts in again with the paddle. Usually He starts slowly and speeds up as the spanks get harder. This time the spanks do get much harder, but He slows the speed. He is spanking hard....very hard..and very deliberately. He stops for some rubbing and 'checking', i make a comment about being glad that is over...He chuckles and replies that He is just starting. Not words i am thrilled to hear.
After 'stirring the pot' for a bit, He spreads my wetness all over my bottom. He says we have missed 'Hard Play Monday'. I have to think a minute, and honestly reply that i had forgotten all about it. (The first Monday of every month is supposed to be a harder play day.) How is it He never forgets any of these things???
He starts in again with the paddle...slowly and really hard. I am soon trying to crawl away, and OUCHING, just wanting Him to be finished. He continues, until my bottom is on fire. He then admires His art work, as He reaches in and reminds me that at least part of me, seemed to enjoy His little paddle.
He reaches into my bag and pulls out my large toy. He is teasing me with it, until He finally decides to give me what i am aching for......several permissions, until i am limp and spent. I start to hear His voice, telling me He has me, He is here for me, He takes care of me. When i can reply, we chat a bit as i slowly regain strength.
I quietly ask Him if i can sit on His lap. He quickly helps me up so i am being held close, snuggled into His neck.....my favorite place to be. We talk quietly while 'making out'....lol.
When i finally get up, i realize that one of his legs is extremely wet....because of me. He looks at me and sees my huge smile, pulls me in to Him and tells me that is all me and it seems to make me happy. I cannot deny it does. I get up and He says His legs deserve equal treatment , He tells me to sit on His other knee. I do, but i do not stay still, as i wriggle and try to hump His knee. He can feel my inner vibrations, and soon His legs are both wet....mission accomplished!:)
Maintenance spankings have been happening for almost 4 years now. One would think it would get boring....or at least routine. Not with Master...He always has delightful surprises in store for me.
Have a good week all
hugs abby
After our play time, Master asked me if i had a title for the blog entry. I replied that i had come to rely on Him for that. Within a second He had 2 choices for me, and i chose the above. Part of the reason being i don't totally remember the other one, but it had to do with a hard spanking.
During my naked kneeling time, Master said that it had been way too long and He was feeling 'frisky' ...ready to make up for it. He started by 'mauling' all of me until He settled on my nipples. His tugging and pinching became harder and longer as His grin became wider. When i started to squirm, He reminds me that He is only enjoying "His" nipples...in fact all of me is His play area. I know this, but to hear the words, see the look on His face, and feel His touch, all at the same time, puts me exactly where He wants me.
I am then invited over His knee....He has the Maintenance paddle out. As soon as the warm up begins, i tense up. He tells me to relax, then taps my thighs and legs when i do not quickly respond. I take a deep breath, and let go of most of the tension. He continues with the warm-up, it seems to go on for an extended time as the spanks become harder and harder. I hear Him tell me, i can decide when the warm-up is over, by kneeling, and worshipping His cock. I wait for a few more swats, before i tell Him i am ready when You are....seems we are both ready!
I am on my knees, licking, sucking, slurping, starting slowly, and increasing in speed. I am steadying myself with my hands on Master's thighs, when i hear...hands behind you...mouth only. Soon His Hands are grabbing my hair, controlling the tempo and holding me in place, making sure i get His full scent.....and taste.
Then, i am back over His knees. He starts in again with the paddle. Usually He starts slowly and speeds up as the spanks get harder. This time the spanks do get much harder, but He slows the speed. He is spanking hard....very hard..and very deliberately. He stops for some rubbing and 'checking', i make a comment about being glad that is over...He chuckles and replies that He is just starting. Not words i am thrilled to hear.
After 'stirring the pot' for a bit, He spreads my wetness all over my bottom. He says we have missed 'Hard Play Monday'. I have to think a minute, and honestly reply that i had forgotten all about it. (The first Monday of every month is supposed to be a harder play day.) How is it He never forgets any of these things???
He starts in again with the paddle...slowly and really hard. I am soon trying to crawl away, and OUCHING, just wanting Him to be finished. He continues, until my bottom is on fire. He then admires His art work, as He reaches in and reminds me that at least part of me, seemed to enjoy His little paddle.
He reaches into my bag and pulls out my large toy. He is teasing me with it, until He finally decides to give me what i am aching for......several permissions, until i am limp and spent. I start to hear His voice, telling me He has me, He is here for me, He takes care of me. When i can reply, we chat a bit as i slowly regain strength.
I quietly ask Him if i can sit on His lap. He quickly helps me up so i am being held close, snuggled into His neck.....my favorite place to be. We talk quietly while 'making out'....lol.
When i finally get up, i realize that one of his legs is extremely wet....because of me. He looks at me and sees my huge smile, pulls me in to Him and tells me that is all me and it seems to make me happy. I cannot deny it does. I get up and He says His legs deserve equal treatment , He tells me to sit on His other knee. I do, but i do not stay still, as i wriggle and try to hump His knee. He can feel my inner vibrations, and soon His legs are both wet....mission accomplished!:)
Maintenance spankings have been happening for almost 4 years now. One would think it would get boring....or at least routine. Not with Master...He always has delightful surprises in store for me.
Have a good week all
hugs abby
Saturday, May 10, 2014
A Case of the 'Needies'
Since tomorrow is Mother's Day, i would like to wish all of you mother's, grandma's, aunties.....whatever the title...a very happy day. One filled with hugs and appreciation....and maybe even breakfast in bed! That breakfast is a long standing tradition in our house, i have to say the quality of the breakfast has greatly improved over 30 years.
It was beautiful here today..sunny, a slight breeze and just the right temperature. I even walked the nearby bike path for, i think, the first time since my surgeries. It is about 3 miles, and it felt good to be able to complete it. As i was walking, the word 'needy', kept my mind occupied. It is a word that seems to be popping up in a few blogs, so i thought i would add my two cents (not that my thoughts are even worth 2 cents)...on the subject.
I remember when i was first aware of having the 'neediness' bug. It surprised, scared and bothered me. It was, maybe 4 years ago, and it hit me like a ton of bricks....me the independent, self sufficient, mostly in charge woman....i was struggling with the emotion. I had just started blogging and wrote a post about how i was feeling. A no longer blogging, very wise lady, left a comment. Basically, she wrote that i was equating neediness with weakness, and it was a bad equation. It was an emotion i had blocked out of my life, so i was very uncomfortable with it. Being needy is part of having a strong connection to another person, it is an admission that we are only whole with that person. As a submissive, that need is what pushes my desire to serve my Master. I was impressed with her words, i have repeated them to myself when i start to feel uneasy about needing more.
When i think about it logically...which isn't often enough....i need air, water, food, clothing (well most of the time i do:), i need the human touch, and so on....none of those are considered wrong or bad......there are just needs......
I have started to be able to express the need to Master. He always reacts positively, and spanks longer or harder. When i say that i feel the need for a 'shorter leash' for a day or two, He makes me feel very tethered. He has told me, more than once, He loves my neediness, it feeds His dominance. I have told Him that at times, i worry that it is too much, i am afraid of asking for too much...needing too much. I have worried about crossing a line where i have asked for too much...His reply, there is no such line, and if there were i am not even close to it. I would not be surprised if those are the feelings of many dominants.
Maybe, being needy, not only feeds the dominant, it also feeds the submissive. For me, i feel more open, more vulnerable when i express my need, when i let it out in the open. It opens me to more dominance and fills me with a need to be more submissive......a win/win situation perhaps??
Does this mean i will embrace my neediness...probably not....but i can see it as just a natural part of my submission, a tool to bring Master and i closer.
And that is my two cents worth...
hugs, abby
Monday, May 5, 2014
Head Space....(Master's title)
First a big THANKS to Sunny!! I learned a new computer skill......no small accomplishment.
This weekend was the Revlon Cancer Walk in NYC. It has become a tradition for my family that as many females as possible gather together to walk. One year we had 4 generations... one in a stroller... one year several nieces joined and we had a group of a dozen of us. Most years we design t-shirts or hats, and we walk in honor of those in our family who have won their battle, and in memory of those who have not. It is an amazing experience, to see thousands of people, united, walking together down 7th Ave. and through Central Park. It is emotional to see the names of those being remembered, to see those being pushed in wheel chairs. Every one helps each other out, and there are people cheering all along the route. I debated about going this year, i missed last year recovery from surgery. I am glad i went, it was a great day for a walk!
Head space was a topic of discussion for Master and i today...mostly because my head was not in the right space. As most of you know, Monday is M/M day in my life...maintenance Monday. Most of the time, i am in the correct head space. It is part of my submission to Master, it helps me to stay out of trouble, and once a week, no matter what, we have this connect time. Yes, it is a hard spanking, with a paddle, but there is usually also some play time, and permissions are granted.
Occasionally, like today, i just want to call the whole thing off. Life has been a little out of control lately....more so than usual. My 'voices'
have been getting louder, never a good thing. I have also been feeling more and more 'needy'....not a feeling i handle well. It used to freak me out, but i know it is a part of who i am, Master has made it clear, the more i need Him the happier He is.....but i still have times when i struggle with the thought what if...what if it is too much need? Today was one of those days.
When Master and i were chatting, I knew He could tell, and then when He told me something He wanted me to do i answered 'OK'. That is not OK...ever. He replied...Yes Sir..and waited for me to repeat the proper reply....i hesitated, but not for long, knowing better. Yes Sir, i repeated.
When we were together, He asked what was wrong, if i was ready to talk about it...i wasn't, so He settled for a long bear hug. I said i really wanted to cancel maintenance, He said that only means that i really need it. He asked if i ever left after maintenance feeling worse that when i arrived...i had to honestly say no....He grinned and said i would feel that much better today.
So, after my kneeling/reclaiming time i was over His lap for a long hand warm up. When He saw me finally relax, He continued the warm-up with the paddle, stopping for some rubbing and chatting. Then it was time....2 rounds of hard spanks, bringing the tears to my eyes. When He was finished we did chat, He calmed my fears, shut out the voices, assured me that needing Him is a complement and that He has plans for the future of our journey......knowing what i needed to hear.
Then Master brought up the 'OK'. He was not pleased when i pleaded that i did not use it often.....that did not carry much water. He declared that He would spank me 20 more times hard, and the next time i forgot, it would be 40, then 60......til my memory improved. A sure-fire way to improve it.
We talked a bit more, while Master's fingers were roaming, rubbing, circling, spreading my 'wetness'. Then He started to spank me with His other hand, continuing to bring me closer to needing a permission. He switched to the paddle, and this time i was asking for more, raising to meet each spank, asking Him to continue, until i exploded...loudly....more than once....then laying there, spent, content, safe, knowing i was right where i belonged....the best head space possible!
Have a good week all.....it looks like we will NOT get any snow this week:)!
hugs abby
This weekend was the Revlon Cancer Walk in NYC. It has become a tradition for my family that as many females as possible gather together to walk. One year we had 4 generations... one in a stroller... one year several nieces joined and we had a group of a dozen of us. Most years we design t-shirts or hats, and we walk in honor of those in our family who have won their battle, and in memory of those who have not. It is an amazing experience, to see thousands of people, united, walking together down 7th Ave. and through Central Park. It is emotional to see the names of those being remembered, to see those being pushed in wheel chairs. Every one helps each other out, and there are people cheering all along the route. I debated about going this year, i missed last year recovery from surgery. I am glad i went, it was a great day for a walk!
Head space was a topic of discussion for Master and i today...mostly because my head was not in the right space. As most of you know, Monday is M/M day in my life...maintenance Monday. Most of the time, i am in the correct head space. It is part of my submission to Master, it helps me to stay out of trouble, and once a week, no matter what, we have this connect time. Yes, it is a hard spanking, with a paddle, but there is usually also some play time, and permissions are granted.
Occasionally, like today, i just want to call the whole thing off. Life has been a little out of control lately....more so than usual. My 'voices'
have been getting louder, never a good thing. I have also been feeling more and more 'needy'....not a feeling i handle well. It used to freak me out, but i know it is a part of who i am, Master has made it clear, the more i need Him the happier He is.....but i still have times when i struggle with the thought what if...what if it is too much need? Today was one of those days.
When Master and i were chatting, I knew He could tell, and then when He told me something He wanted me to do i answered 'OK'. That is not OK...ever. He replied...Yes Sir..and waited for me to repeat the proper reply....i hesitated, but not for long, knowing better. Yes Sir, i repeated.
When we were together, He asked what was wrong, if i was ready to talk about it...i wasn't, so He settled for a long bear hug. I said i really wanted to cancel maintenance, He said that only means that i really need it. He asked if i ever left after maintenance feeling worse that when i arrived...i had to honestly say no....He grinned and said i would feel that much better today.
So, after my kneeling/reclaiming time i was over His lap for a long hand warm up. When He saw me finally relax, He continued the warm-up with the paddle, stopping for some rubbing and chatting. Then it was time....2 rounds of hard spanks, bringing the tears to my eyes. When He was finished we did chat, He calmed my fears, shut out the voices, assured me that needing Him is a complement and that He has plans for the future of our journey......knowing what i needed to hear.
Then Master brought up the 'OK'. He was not pleased when i pleaded that i did not use it often.....that did not carry much water. He declared that He would spank me 20 more times hard, and the next time i forgot, it would be 40, then 60......til my memory improved. A sure-fire way to improve it.
We talked a bit more, while Master's fingers were roaming, rubbing, circling, spreading my 'wetness'. Then He started to spank me with His other hand, continuing to bring me closer to needing a permission. He switched to the paddle, and this time i was asking for more, raising to meet each spank, asking Him to continue, until i exploded...loudly....more than once....then laying there, spent, content, safe, knowing i was right where i belonged....the best head space possible!
Have a good week all.....it looks like we will NOT get any snow this week:)!
hugs abby
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Thanks Blondie for the Liebster
Thanks to Blondie at http://ttwdblondiesblog.blogspot.com/ for nominating me for a Liebster Award. I was away at the time, and i am just getting caught up, so i am very late to this party. I have just wasted spent 15 minutes trying to copy the award with no luck. UGH.....so i am moving on to the questions.
1. Am i generally a happy person? I believe i usually succeed in looking at the glass as being half full. I have been blest many times over in my life, i also realize that everyone gets to taste the ups and downs in life.
2. Do i look like my mother? I think that i carry more of a resemblance to my dad. I do hope i have inherited her strength..i know i have her stubbornness.
3. Favorite sex position? Hmmm....Maybe on all fours....makes everything readily available. But, they all seem to work pretty well...lol.
4. Have you or will you tell your children about your spanking life style?
I have not and i cannot see us having the conversation. Although if they discovered toys and asked, i would answer honestly.
5. Do i own any sex toys...how many....and which is my favorite? I do...i have never counted..but about a dozen....the favorite that i own....the newest vibrator with the butterfly wings.
6. Have you even had a picture taken of your red bottom after spanking? I have, more than once......Master likes to be able to look back and admire His 'art work'.
7. What decade did you attend high school? The sixties...i loved high school and had lots of fun..even tho it was an all girl's school taught by nuns.
8. What song do you tend to sing in the shower? Would you believe...."Jeremiah was a Bullfrog"!
9. Have you ever thought about walking away from your life and starting someplace else? I have had the thought, but never to the point of seriously considering it, and not for a long time.
10. Would you go on a cruise with your extended family? YES...we have planned a family vacation for the past 4/5 years. They are wonderful memories.
11. Is there a subject that you and your husband talk around and sweep under the carpet instead of dealing with it? Back when...yes..a lot. With Master, no....
11 Random things about myself....
1. One year i decided to give each member of my family and friends a cross stitch project for Christmas. They were fairly large projects, i see many of them still hanging on their walls. It was a one time thing!
2. I was the first of my large family of cousins to leave out small town to go away to college, and then to move out of state. My mom sent the local job ads to me for the first two years.
3. For a long time i wanted to be a nurse....then i realized i would have to take mostly science and math courses....change that plan!
4. All three of my children have December birthdays....yes it was, and still us a super crazy month.
5. My birthday is the only day of the year that is a command....that is all i am telling you!
6. "It is what it is", is one of my favorite sayings.
7. Everyone thinks in my family considers me the....quiet, conservative one.
8. As frustrating as some of the days were....i love teaching junior high...every day was a new adventure.
9. I cannot carry a tune....even with a basket.
10. My favorite meal of the day is breakfast.....if i had my way, a large breakfast, then a late lunch/early dinner....and i would be happy.
11. I have worn glasses since i was 11.....could never even think of getting contacts in.
Now i am supposed to nominate others, i think most of you have all ready posted on this. If you are on my blog roll, and have not been nominated and want to join the fun, i nominate you! Here are your questions...
1. What is your favorite dessert?
2. Have you even been to a spanking party or club...would you like to go?
3. What is your least favorite season?
4. If you could live in any other state or country, which would you choose?
5. How old were you when you first starting wondering about spanking?
6. What is a secret talent you have?
7. Do you blush easily?
8. You are planning a dream vacation...on the go every day or lazy days by the beach?
9. What talent do you wish you possessed?
10. If you could have lunch with anyone....who would you choose?
11. Have you ever been spanked 2 days in a row...longer?
I love learning more about all of you....so come on....at least answer the questions!
hugs abby
PS...i just previewed...and the link to Blondie's does not work...so sorry my friend...i am such a computer KLUTZ! If anyone has the patience to write detailed baby steps on how you can just click on the person's name and go
to the blog, i would be willing to try....
1. Am i generally a happy person? I believe i usually succeed in looking at the glass as being half full. I have been blest many times over in my life, i also realize that everyone gets to taste the ups and downs in life.
2. Do i look like my mother? I think that i carry more of a resemblance to my dad. I do hope i have inherited her strength..i know i have her stubbornness.
3. Favorite sex position? Hmmm....Maybe on all fours....makes everything readily available. But, they all seem to work pretty well...lol.
4. Have you or will you tell your children about your spanking life style?
I have not and i cannot see us having the conversation. Although if they discovered toys and asked, i would answer honestly.
5. Do i own any sex toys...how many....and which is my favorite? I do...i have never counted..but about a dozen....the favorite that i own....the newest vibrator with the butterfly wings.
6. Have you even had a picture taken of your red bottom after spanking? I have, more than once......Master likes to be able to look back and admire His 'art work'.
7. What decade did you attend high school? The sixties...i loved high school and had lots of fun..even tho it was an all girl's school taught by nuns.
8. What song do you tend to sing in the shower? Would you believe...."Jeremiah was a Bullfrog"!
9. Have you ever thought about walking away from your life and starting someplace else? I have had the thought, but never to the point of seriously considering it, and not for a long time.
10. Would you go on a cruise with your extended family? YES...we have planned a family vacation for the past 4/5 years. They are wonderful memories.
11. Is there a subject that you and your husband talk around and sweep under the carpet instead of dealing with it? Back when...yes..a lot. With Master, no....
11 Random things about myself....
1. One year i decided to give each member of my family and friends a cross stitch project for Christmas. They were fairly large projects, i see many of them still hanging on their walls. It was a one time thing!
2. I was the first of my large family of cousins to leave out small town to go away to college, and then to move out of state. My mom sent the local job ads to me for the first two years.
3. For a long time i wanted to be a nurse....then i realized i would have to take mostly science and math courses....change that plan!
4. All three of my children have December birthdays....yes it was, and still us a super crazy month.
5. My birthday is the only day of the year that is a command....that is all i am telling you!
6. "It is what it is", is one of my favorite sayings.
7. Everyone thinks in my family considers me the....quiet, conservative one.
8. As frustrating as some of the days were....i love teaching junior high...every day was a new adventure.
9. I cannot carry a tune....even with a basket.
10. My favorite meal of the day is breakfast.....if i had my way, a large breakfast, then a late lunch/early dinner....and i would be happy.
11. I have worn glasses since i was 11.....could never even think of getting contacts in.
Now i am supposed to nominate others, i think most of you have all ready posted on this. If you are on my blog roll, and have not been nominated and want to join the fun, i nominate you! Here are your questions...
1. What is your favorite dessert?
2. Have you even been to a spanking party or club...would you like to go?
3. What is your least favorite season?
4. If you could live in any other state or country, which would you choose?
5. How old were you when you first starting wondering about spanking?
6. What is a secret talent you have?
7. Do you blush easily?
8. You are planning a dream vacation...on the go every day or lazy days by the beach?
9. What talent do you wish you possessed?
10. If you could have lunch with anyone....who would you choose?
11. Have you ever been spanked 2 days in a row...longer?
I love learning more about all of you....so come on....at least answer the questions!
hugs abby
PS...i just previewed...and the link to Blondie's does not work...so sorry my friend...i am such a computer KLUTZ! If anyone has the patience to write detailed baby steps on how you can just click on the person's name and go
to the blog, i would be willing to try....
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
" I have looked at life from both sides now"
The title is a quote from a Joni Mitchell song. I am hoping there are a least a couple of you out there who are as old as i am and remember it! It refers to seeing both sides of life....which is what my last week has been all about.
The Saturday before Easter was a day of 2 parties. We started with a luncheon bridal shower for my niece...a love birds theme. We had a contest dressing my little grands in 'toilet paper' wedding gowns, we laughed a lot, marveled at the gifts, got caught up on each other's lives.
After the shower, we switched the decor to.....'My Little Kitty' for a 2 year old party. With the exception of the cake, we ate the leftovers from the noon time bash, and continued with the party mood. We were all exhausted by the day's end, but thankful and happy to have spent the day celebrating.
Easter Sunday we all gathered at my nephew's for Easter dinner. He managed to put together 3 long tables and fit us all in, and we even switched seats between courses so we could visit with everyone. The under 6 group, were urging the adults to eat more quickly....they were eager for the egg hunt in the back yard. Another day of treasured memories.
Monday, i traveled with my son and His family to their home, for some grandma time with his 2 little girls. Only, by the time we got there, i headed for bed with the flu. (Turns out we not only shared stories and memories...most of us ended up ill.) Tuesday was another in bed day, not wanting to share the 'germs', and needing another day to recover.
Wednesday i felt better, and as the girls and i were making plans, i got a call from my sister....she had just called for the ambulance for my mom, who she thought was having a heart attack. My son asked if i wanted to return and i knew i had to...not only for my mom, but to help my sister who always deals with these things on her own. I told him i could take the next train out, and be there in about 3 hours. He said if he drove me it would be quicker, so bless Him, he did.
My mom was in congestive hear failure, and we spent a long day and most of the night waiting to get her into a room. The doctors said she should be improved the next day, so we left to get some sleep. The next day, she took a turn for the worse, we called my bothers, and talked about her final wishes. It was a long and very hard day. She has always been stubborn...and that trait seemed to pay off. During the night she rallied, still quite ill, but with a fighting chance. She fought her way back, and today we transferred her to a rehab facility, while she regains strength and decisions will be made if she can continue to live independently.
My stay at my son's was a whole lot shorter than planned...he offered to switch my tickets for my flight back to next week. I checked with Master and He said it was my decision.....and He would not tax me for an extended stay. ( He was not here physically, but He made sure i knew that He was 'with me' during all of the past week. It amazes me, that even when we are apart, He knows what to say and lets me know...often....that He is looking out for me). I decided not to extend my stay, i really just want and need to be back home....and with Master. I explained to my son, and He said the ticket offer was good for anytime...so we will try again in June.
Both sides of life....a good reminder to treasure the good times, the special moments, the times when we grow stronger and closer through the worrisome times......
hugs abby
The Saturday before Easter was a day of 2 parties. We started with a luncheon bridal shower for my niece...a love birds theme. We had a contest dressing my little grands in 'toilet paper' wedding gowns, we laughed a lot, marveled at the gifts, got caught up on each other's lives.
After the shower, we switched the decor to.....'My Little Kitty' for a 2 year old party. With the exception of the cake, we ate the leftovers from the noon time bash, and continued with the party mood. We were all exhausted by the day's end, but thankful and happy to have spent the day celebrating.
Easter Sunday we all gathered at my nephew's for Easter dinner. He managed to put together 3 long tables and fit us all in, and we even switched seats between courses so we could visit with everyone. The under 6 group, were urging the adults to eat more quickly....they were eager for the egg hunt in the back yard. Another day of treasured memories.
Monday, i traveled with my son and His family to their home, for some grandma time with his 2 little girls. Only, by the time we got there, i headed for bed with the flu. (Turns out we not only shared stories and memories...most of us ended up ill.) Tuesday was another in bed day, not wanting to share the 'germs', and needing another day to recover.
Wednesday i felt better, and as the girls and i were making plans, i got a call from my sister....she had just called for the ambulance for my mom, who she thought was having a heart attack. My son asked if i wanted to return and i knew i had to...not only for my mom, but to help my sister who always deals with these things on her own. I told him i could take the next train out, and be there in about 3 hours. He said if he drove me it would be quicker, so bless Him, he did.
My mom was in congestive hear failure, and we spent a long day and most of the night waiting to get her into a room. The doctors said she should be improved the next day, so we left to get some sleep. The next day, she took a turn for the worse, we called my bothers, and talked about her final wishes. It was a long and very hard day. She has always been stubborn...and that trait seemed to pay off. During the night she rallied, still quite ill, but with a fighting chance. She fought her way back, and today we transferred her to a rehab facility, while she regains strength and decisions will be made if she can continue to live independently.
My stay at my son's was a whole lot shorter than planned...he offered to switch my tickets for my flight back to next week. I checked with Master and He said it was my decision.....and He would not tax me for an extended stay. ( He was not here physically, but He made sure i knew that He was 'with me' during all of the past week. It amazes me, that even when we are apart, He knows what to say and lets me know...often....that He is looking out for me). I decided not to extend my stay, i really just want and need to be back home....and with Master. I explained to my son, and He said the ticket offer was good for anytime...so we will try again in June.
Both sides of life....a good reminder to treasure the good times, the special moments, the times when we grow stronger and closer through the worrisome times......
hugs abby
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Happy Easter...
Yes, i know i am a few days early, but i am leaving early in the morning for a weekend that will be crazy full. So instead of being late, i decided to be early! Over the next couple days, the rest of my family will arrive, and we will be in party mode. On Saturday there will be a bridal shower lunch and for dinner, a two year old birthday party. Sunday, a nephew is having all of us, about 30 over for Easter dinner and a big Easter egg hunt for the 6 and under crowd. I will then be going to my son's for some grandma time.
Master moved Fun Friday to today...after my kneeling time, i was OTK for a wonderful hand warm-up, while we chatted. I was so relaxed and told Master the warm-up could last a longggg time. He decided it was time to rev it up, and remind me that His hand could be as hard as a paddle, especially when He wanders down to the bottom part of my tush...Master checks and spreads my wetness over my bottom. He decides to use my big toy, and teases me with it, moving it in and out slowly, up and down just outside of my pussy, twirling it, making sure it is good and lubricated with my juices. Master then sets it to vibrate slowly, telling me to be sure to keep it in place, while He paddles my bottom. He starts lightly, and asks me which sensation is winning....and reminding me that i am not to cum without permission.
The spanks are getting harder, but i am also getting closer to needing that permission. Master loves my gyrations, trying to get just a little more pressure, right where i need it. Just as i am very close, Master says He will give me a choice...a choice??? I am panting and wondering what He has in mind. My choice is permission to cum or i can kneel and suck His cock. After about 30 seconds i tell Him i choose His cock. My toy is removed, i kneel, and realize i am once again dripping. I also have learned that pleasuring Him will increase that wetness....
Master then decides that i should have a good, hard, 'fu*****' to remember.....i am beyond wet, so it does not take long for me to be beyond waiting, and soaring. After some recovery time, Master reminds me that His birthday will be while i am away. I did not forget, but have been trying to think of something special to surprise Him with. It took me a while to come up with a plan, so i have not had time to get it together, it will be an after birthday surprise...and He reads here, so that is all the information you are getting for now.
Master says it is time for His birthday spanking....with His paddle and on my tush. Let's just say He starts a new decade, and it was quite a few swats, getting harder as He got older. We chat about plans we both have for the time i am away, He reminds me of His expectations and to use my tool box. He then surprises me by asking if i need another spanking.
I hesitate, how does He do that.....before i nod, yes. He says He knew, i was way to antsy when i arrived, to have it all gone already. He decides it will be a maintenance spanking for next Monday. I am tucked in and He is barely starting and i am already ouching and thinking...why did i say yes?? He continues, until my bottom is bright and hot....and wants me to be squirming on my drive tomorrow.
I think...spring might have arrived...we had all 4 seasons this week...80 one day, in the 30's and snow the very next day. Cooler like fall the next day, and suppose to warm up and be more like spring tomorrow...let's hope!
hugs abby
Master moved Fun Friday to today...after my kneeling time, i was OTK for a wonderful hand warm-up, while we chatted. I was so relaxed and told Master the warm-up could last a longggg time. He decided it was time to rev it up, and remind me that His hand could be as hard as a paddle, especially when He wanders down to the bottom part of my tush...Master checks and spreads my wetness over my bottom. He decides to use my big toy, and teases me with it, moving it in and out slowly, up and down just outside of my pussy, twirling it, making sure it is good and lubricated with my juices. Master then sets it to vibrate slowly, telling me to be sure to keep it in place, while He paddles my bottom. He starts lightly, and asks me which sensation is winning....and reminding me that i am not to cum without permission.
The spanks are getting harder, but i am also getting closer to needing that permission. Master loves my gyrations, trying to get just a little more pressure, right where i need it. Just as i am very close, Master says He will give me a choice...a choice??? I am panting and wondering what He has in mind. My choice is permission to cum or i can kneel and suck His cock. After about 30 seconds i tell Him i choose His cock. My toy is removed, i kneel, and realize i am once again dripping. I also have learned that pleasuring Him will increase that wetness....
Master then decides that i should have a good, hard, 'fu*****' to remember.....i am beyond wet, so it does not take long for me to be beyond waiting, and soaring. After some recovery time, Master reminds me that His birthday will be while i am away. I did not forget, but have been trying to think of something special to surprise Him with. It took me a while to come up with a plan, so i have not had time to get it together, it will be an after birthday surprise...and He reads here, so that is all the information you are getting for now.
Master says it is time for His birthday spanking....with His paddle and on my tush. Let's just say He starts a new decade, and it was quite a few swats, getting harder as He got older. We chat about plans we both have for the time i am away, He reminds me of His expectations and to use my tool box. He then surprises me by asking if i need another spanking.
I hesitate, how does He do that.....before i nod, yes. He says He knew, i was way to antsy when i arrived, to have it all gone already. He decides it will be a maintenance spanking for next Monday. I am tucked in and He is barely starting and i am already ouching and thinking...why did i say yes?? He continues, until my bottom is bright and hot....and wants me to be squirming on my drive tomorrow.
I think...spring might have arrived...we had all 4 seasons this week...80 one day, in the 30's and snow the very next day. Cooler like fall the next day, and suppose to warm up and be more like spring tomorrow...let's hope!
hugs abby
Monday, April 14, 2014
Starting at the End...
My boys let me down....they loss 3 of the 4 games they played over the weekend. Master seemed to think that our last bet was really a win for me, even though the good guys (my team) had loss...wonder why He thought that??? He decided that if i loss this bet i would have a double maintenance spanking. I thought that was harsh for a baseball bet...maintenance spankings are not fun and they hurt.
Master then offered me a second option...yes, He can be such a sweet guy! We would have regular maintenance, but reverse the order of tings. We would start with the fun part...and end with the spanking....He is still wondering if a spanking hurts more after orgasms than before. I decided to help His research along and picked the second option.
Actually i was not sure how reversing the order would work...would i be too worried about the upcoming spanking to be able to 'enjoy' the play time. When i voiced my concern to Master....He chuckled.
During the naked kneeling, Master was 'teasing' my breast. No pulling or pinching, just gentle touches, circling, whispering in my ear, daring me not to respond. Of course, i was squirming in no time. Master then has me sucking His cock, knowing that i will be wet and ready when i am done. I am, and Master dispels all my fears about being too worried about the spanking....and i am begging for permissions.
After i have regained my senses, Master asks if i would like to climb on His lap. Just in this past year, this is one of my favorite places to be. To be held, and cuddled, smooching and whispering to each other....to feel safe and taken care of...After some time has passed Master then says....
"Time for maintenance", i groan, i was sort of hoping He would forget...or just decide it was not necessary...no such luck. I am OTK, getting a long hand warm up, before i feel the cool wood of the paddle. Master tucks me in, and in no time, i am ouching and it seems to hurt more than usual. Master stops for a 'rub' break, and starts in with part 2. I am moving and being very vocal, and even let the word....stop...slip out. He does not, of course, but finally does finish. He rubs a bit, and then tells me to give myself a rub. He then tells me that is all the touching i am allowed, no permissions or playing allowed...for 24 hours. I am a little surprised, He is very generous with permissions. I tell Him i understand.
He then asks if i prefer to change the order, or like the spanking first...no doubt in my mind.....i like to have something to look forward to when the spanking has 'warmed' me up.
It was 80 here today.....snow and sleet tomorrow....
hugs abby
Master then offered me a second option...yes, He can be such a sweet guy! We would have regular maintenance, but reverse the order of tings. We would start with the fun part...and end with the spanking....He is still wondering if a spanking hurts more after orgasms than before. I decided to help His research along and picked the second option.
Actually i was not sure how reversing the order would work...would i be too worried about the upcoming spanking to be able to 'enjoy' the play time. When i voiced my concern to Master....He chuckled.
During the naked kneeling, Master was 'teasing' my breast. No pulling or pinching, just gentle touches, circling, whispering in my ear, daring me not to respond. Of course, i was squirming in no time. Master then has me sucking His cock, knowing that i will be wet and ready when i am done. I am, and Master dispels all my fears about being too worried about the spanking....and i am begging for permissions.
After i have regained my senses, Master asks if i would like to climb on His lap. Just in this past year, this is one of my favorite places to be. To be held, and cuddled, smooching and whispering to each other....to feel safe and taken care of...After some time has passed Master then says....
"Time for maintenance", i groan, i was sort of hoping He would forget...or just decide it was not necessary...no such luck. I am OTK, getting a long hand warm up, before i feel the cool wood of the paddle. Master tucks me in, and in no time, i am ouching and it seems to hurt more than usual. Master stops for a 'rub' break, and starts in with part 2. I am moving and being very vocal, and even let the word....stop...slip out. He does not, of course, but finally does finish. He rubs a bit, and then tells me to give myself a rub. He then tells me that is all the touching i am allowed, no permissions or playing allowed...for 24 hours. I am a little surprised, He is very generous with permissions. I tell Him i understand.
He then asks if i prefer to change the order, or like the spanking first...no doubt in my mind.....i like to have something to look forward to when the spanking has 'warmed' me up.
It was 80 here today.....snow and sleet tomorrow....
hugs abby
Friday, April 11, 2014
The Best Bet I Ever Lost...
My 'boys' let me down and loss the baseball game last night. It is early in the season....but it also meant i loss my bet with Master. When we were discussing the terms, i said i wanted to choose one of the toys for our 'Fun Friday', if i win. He then asked...'what if you lose'? I replied...'since You always get to make all the decisions, i guess You still get to'...He laughed and said i had a point. He did say today that we have to set up some kind of more formal agreement about our baseball bets, they do make watching the game more interesting. So we are thinking on that....
Bet paying time was today....Master had the maintenance paddle and a 5 gallon paint stirring stick in His hand when I walked in. I mentioned that this was supposed to be a fun Friday....He replied, He won the bet and this was His idea of fun....i could not argue the point.
We started with the naked kneeling. Lately, He has been really concentrating on my breasts, and besides mushing and rubbing and tugging..pinching, harder each time it seems. Today was no exception, He did praise me for breathing and staying in position. When He was donetorturing playing with my breasts, i was OTK for a much too short hand warm up.
He started with the paint stick, it is light, but packs a big sting. He was spanking up and down my bottom and coming very close to my thighs. I was moving and ouching, so He decides to check and see if i am really suffering. Seems that part of me is enjoying the darn stick...I tried explaining that 'she' is not a good judge, but He was not buying it. He then starts in with the small paddle, stops, checks, and is soon asking if i can hear myself...sloshing...as His fingers 'stir the pot'. I can, but i hate admitting it....He thinks it would be interesting to tape it and see if anyone can identify the sound...REALLY???
He has me stand, He needs to go check something. I stay standing, and have my arms over my breast when He walks back in. He looks very surprised and asks what i am doing? I stare at Him....it is pretty obvious, i am walking around waiting for Him to return. He asks if i am 'in position' waiting for my Master's return? Ut oh....no I am not...i start to kneel , but am told to bend over the hammock. He explains in no uncertain terms that while waiting for Master when He is interrupted i should be in my kneeling position...and that i should never...ever..never...be covering myself up. He punctuates His small lecture with hard smacks from the paint stick.
I am back over His lap, He has my newest vibrator, checks to be sure i am still wet, turns it on and slowly, pushes it in and out...making sure the little 'wing' parts hit all the right spots. I am soon squirming...but am told to take it easy...this is going to be long and slow... I am soon so close, not sure if i can hang on....and Master is talking to me.....It takes me a bit, but i realize He is telling me He wants me to see how sweet i taste....and is holding the toy, for me to lick off....in a haze i do...and then He goes back to the slow torture. (This is where things start to get hazy).
He speeds things up a bit, and i am soon begging for permission....it is finally granted and i am soaring. When i am recovering ( i honestly am at a loss for more details....), i am told to kneel before Him. I do and tell Him i am dripping wet. He nods, and i start to suck...soon i feel like my pussy is raining on my thighs. I stop and tell Him i am dripping...LOTS...He wants me to continue...i do...and as i finish, i no longer am dripping....i am plopping large amounts of myself....large wet spots....and i am astonished.
This is a first...yes i get very wet, and sometimes drip a bit, but never like this. Master is all smiles....as He holds me and after a bit helps me to clean up. Master asks me if i still doubt that i am a sensual person...( that was my claim when we first met....and He has never let me forget it...as He continually disproves it). I look right at Him and say, 'this is the best bet i ever loss". Without missing a beat, He replies, "this is the best bet i ever won". Now the rest of me is melting....
I decide that i need to upgrade today....to a Super Fun Friday!!!
Have a great weekend all...
hugs abby
Bet paying time was today....Master had the maintenance paddle and a 5 gallon paint stirring stick in His hand when I walked in. I mentioned that this was supposed to be a fun Friday....He replied, He won the bet and this was His idea of fun....i could not argue the point.
We started with the naked kneeling. Lately, He has been really concentrating on my breasts, and besides mushing and rubbing and tugging..pinching, harder each time it seems. Today was no exception, He did praise me for breathing and staying in position. When He was done
He started with the paint stick, it is light, but packs a big sting. He was spanking up and down my bottom and coming very close to my thighs. I was moving and ouching, so He decides to check and see if i am really suffering. Seems that part of me is enjoying the darn stick...I tried explaining that 'she' is not a good judge, but He was not buying it. He then starts in with the small paddle, stops, checks, and is soon asking if i can hear myself...sloshing...as His fingers 'stir the pot'. I can, but i hate admitting it....He thinks it would be interesting to tape it and see if anyone can identify the sound...REALLY???
He has me stand, He needs to go check something. I stay standing, and have my arms over my breast when He walks back in. He looks very surprised and asks what i am doing? I stare at Him....it is pretty obvious, i am walking around waiting for Him to return. He asks if i am 'in position' waiting for my Master's return? Ut oh....no I am not...i start to kneel , but am told to bend over the hammock. He explains in no uncertain terms that while waiting for Master when He is interrupted i should be in my kneeling position...and that i should never...ever..never...be covering myself up. He punctuates His small lecture with hard smacks from the paint stick.
I am back over His lap, He has my newest vibrator, checks to be sure i am still wet, turns it on and slowly, pushes it in and out...making sure the little 'wing' parts hit all the right spots. I am soon squirming...but am told to take it easy...this is going to be long and slow... I am soon so close, not sure if i can hang on....and Master is talking to me.....It takes me a bit, but i realize He is telling me He wants me to see how sweet i taste....and is holding the toy, for me to lick off....in a haze i do...and then He goes back to the slow torture. (This is where things start to get hazy).
He speeds things up a bit, and i am soon begging for permission....it is finally granted and i am soaring. When i am recovering ( i honestly am at a loss for more details....), i am told to kneel before Him. I do and tell Him i am dripping wet. He nods, and i start to suck...soon i feel like my pussy is raining on my thighs. I stop and tell Him i am dripping...LOTS...He wants me to continue...i do...and as i finish, i no longer am dripping....i am plopping large amounts of myself....large wet spots....and i am astonished.
This is a first...yes i get very wet, and sometimes drip a bit, but never like this. Master is all smiles....as He holds me and after a bit helps me to clean up. Master asks me if i still doubt that i am a sensual person...( that was my claim when we first met....and He has never let me forget it...as He continually disproves it). I look right at Him and say, 'this is the best bet i ever loss". Without missing a beat, He replies, "this is the best bet i ever won". Now the rest of me is melting....
I decide that i need to upgrade today....to a Super Fun Friday!!!
Have a great weekend all...
hugs abby
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Better late than never....??
UGH...I apologize. I have two more March questions to answer. When i left to visit the grands, i figured i would be back with a day or two left to answer them. And...i just forgot, until tonight for some reason. I just went back and read most of the comments for March to be sure i did not forget any others...if i have, please remind me, it was not intentional.
from greengirl...Do you ever think about how you would like things to evolve with your Master over time? If so, what do you imagine?
I used to think about how i wanted or dreamed, that things would proceed and evolve. Now, not so much. To be honest, we are at a place today, i never could have dreamed or imagined. We met with the thought of maybe having some spanking fun together. Yes, that has happened, but neither one of us....more so me...ever imagined what we have today.
We have talked about how lucky we are, how compatible, how our relationship has grown in ways neither one of us expected. We are in a very good place. As for the future...who knows. I do expect us to grow old...make that older ...together. There is more than the M/s aspect to our relationship, but the M/s is an important component.
One thing i have learned this year, enjoy the journey...relish the gift of the here and now....as my mom would say....man (or woman) plans....and God laughs).
from Del Fonte...Do you think maintenance will ever cease, or will always be part of your dynamic?
Master and i have discussed this one, and we agree...maintenance is here to stay. If i had to list the 3 most important decisions that have brought us this far....one of those 3 would be weekly maintenance.
We started maintenance at a time when i was struggling with my submission. ( i think about 3/4 years ago.) Spankings were irregular, once a month, sometimes more, sometimes less. I was not sure if i was submission 'material'. I read, on a now defunct blog, about someone who feeling the same way. In fact she wrote so eloquently, i asked her if i could share parts of her blog with Master. She said yes, i did......and the next day we met for my first maintenance spanking. Master said they would be weekly, and i thought....we will see how long that lasts. It has lasted, unless one of us is out of town for the whole week, we do not miss maintenance...at times i have suggested we could miss a week because of crazy schedules, but He always makes it happen.
And, for me (Us), it has been a very good decision. I knew i would be spanked at least once a week ( most weeks, it is more than that), it showed me in a concrete way Master's commitment to us, it helped me to keep a good 'head space', and made punishment spankings a rare event. When i imagined maintenance, i pictured a nice, fun spanking, where we re-connect. Master's idea, is a good, hard spanking that makes me think, i don't want a harder one. I still think i would like my version, but.....
....As i am sitting here, i am watching the first (of 19) Red Sox/Yankees game of the season. Master and i have a wager.....right now the Yanks are ahead....4--1....GO SOX!!!
hugs abby
PS....i have no idea why the second question has a lighter background, but i can't seem to make it go away.....DUH...
from greengirl...Do you ever think about how you would like things to evolve with your Master over time? If so, what do you imagine?
I used to think about how i wanted or dreamed, that things would proceed and evolve. Now, not so much. To be honest, we are at a place today, i never could have dreamed or imagined. We met with the thought of maybe having some spanking fun together. Yes, that has happened, but neither one of us....more so me...ever imagined what we have today.
We have talked about how lucky we are, how compatible, how our relationship has grown in ways neither one of us expected. We are in a very good place. As for the future...who knows. I do expect us to grow old...make that older ...together. There is more than the M/s aspect to our relationship, but the M/s is an important component.
One thing i have learned this year, enjoy the journey...relish the gift of the here and now....as my mom would say....man (or woman) plans....and God laughs).
from Del Fonte...Do you think maintenance will ever cease, or will always be part of your dynamic?
Master and i have discussed this one, and we agree...maintenance is here to stay. If i had to list the 3 most important decisions that have brought us this far....one of those 3 would be weekly maintenance.
We started maintenance at a time when i was struggling with my submission. ( i think about 3/4 years ago.) Spankings were irregular, once a month, sometimes more, sometimes less. I was not sure if i was submission 'material'. I read, on a now defunct blog, about someone who feeling the same way. In fact she wrote so eloquently, i asked her if i could share parts of her blog with Master. She said yes, i did......and the next day we met for my first maintenance spanking. Master said they would be weekly, and i thought....we will see how long that lasts. It has lasted, unless one of us is out of town for the whole week, we do not miss maintenance...at times i have suggested we could miss a week because of crazy schedules, but He always makes it happen.
And, for me (Us), it has been a very good decision. I knew i would be spanked at least once a week ( most weeks, it is more than that), it showed me in a concrete way Master's commitment to us, it helped me to keep a good 'head space', and made punishment spankings a rare event. When i imagined maintenance, i pictured a nice, fun spanking, where we re-connect. Master's idea, is a good, hard spanking that makes me think, i don't want a harder one. I still think i would like my version, but.....
....As i am sitting here, i am watching the first (of 19) Red Sox/Yankees game of the season. Master and i have a wager.....right now the Yanks are ahead....4--1....GO SOX!!!
hugs abby
PS....i have no idea why the second question has a lighter background, but i can't seem to make it go away.....DUH...
Monday, April 7, 2014
Cane or Paddle?
Guess what i saw today...purple crocuses in my front yard!!! Hurrah for them...must mean spring is on its way....has to mean that....:)
When i saw Master today the first thing i noticed....well after a great big bear hug...was both the maintenance paddle and His cane. Maintenance spankings are pretty standard, a hand warm-up, and the paddle. As i looked over He says...I have not decided which one I want for today. I am thinking...He never takes that cane out without using it.
Master goes to check on something and when He returns i am already naked and kneeling...He is pleased. After some rubbing and massaging He start to tweak, pull, and pinch my nipples. His pinches get harder each time He lets go and grabs again...i am trying to keep my hands behind me and breathe. He tells me to thank Him for pinching my nipple so hard....i hesitate...and He tightens His grip. I know this is a game i cannot win, but those words...UGH. I finally get the words out and He grabs the other one...and looks at me waiting...and increases the pressure. I get the words out again....What is it about getting you to say something you really do not want to say???
After a wonderful hand warm-up that i was so enjoying, i am told to get up and lie flat....He has chosen the cane, as i knew He would. He reminds me that maintenance spankings and meant to be hard....and starts to swish. He is standing to the left of me, and i am getting sets of 6...1 swish reaches both cheeks. He stops after maybe 6 sets, and i breathe a loud sigh...then i hear...same for the other side. I try to explain that He was reaching both sides....to no avail. When He is satisfied with His need for equality, i am told to kneel up with head down and bottom out.
He starts in on another set...and yes, in this position they seem to hurt more. One lands on my upper thigh and i let out a loud OUCH....next thing i feel is Master kissing the length of the welt. Finally, i hear...last 12....they will be the hardest, but also the last. He stops after the first six, i relax a little, and He starts the final ones...after 5..."last one"...that is my warning...I catch my breath and wait...hear the swish...and feel...a light tap!:). I immediately say, "Thank you Master"...He chuckles and says, i didn't even have to remind you.
Master tells me to kneel up on the ottoman and face Him...His cock is waiting for me. I eagerly start in, thanking Him for my caning. Master then checks to see how 'she' is doing...she is sopping wet. Master is tracing the welts with one hand and exploring with the other. He tells me He thinks the size of my clit is proportional to the size of the welts....how does He think of these things??
I am on the edge and and need a permission, it is granted, and i am off..and off...and off....i just could not seem to get enough. Finally i am just laying there, Master is still tracing my welts, and i feel like...i need more, i am ready for more. In a small voice, i say to Master...." Can i cum again, i think i need more?" (that is a first). He agrees, and finally i am spent, not sure where i am or if i can move, but certainly satiated. When i can speak...i tell Master i cannot believe that was really me..He laughs and assures me it was...and is.
On a slightly different note, it was 1 year ago today that i found myself in the ER. Little did i know....and that was probably a good thing...that it would take almost a year for me to get back to being me...fully recovered, and feeling so thankful for having survived the last year. Thank you all once again for your support.
hugs abby
When i saw Master today the first thing i noticed....well after a great big bear hug...was both the maintenance paddle and His cane. Maintenance spankings are pretty standard, a hand warm-up, and the paddle. As i looked over He says...I have not decided which one I want for today. I am thinking...He never takes that cane out without using it.
Master goes to check on something and when He returns i am already naked and kneeling...He is pleased. After some rubbing and massaging He start to tweak, pull, and pinch my nipples. His pinches get harder each time He lets go and grabs again...i am trying to keep my hands behind me and breathe. He tells me to thank Him for pinching my nipple so hard....i hesitate...and He tightens His grip. I know this is a game i cannot win, but those words...UGH. I finally get the words out and He grabs the other one...and looks at me waiting...and increases the pressure. I get the words out again....What is it about getting you to say something you really do not want to say???
After a wonderful hand warm-up that i was so enjoying, i am told to get up and lie flat....He has chosen the cane, as i knew He would. He reminds me that maintenance spankings and meant to be hard....and starts to swish. He is standing to the left of me, and i am getting sets of 6...1 swish reaches both cheeks. He stops after maybe 6 sets, and i breathe a loud sigh...then i hear...same for the other side. I try to explain that He was reaching both sides....to no avail. When He is satisfied with His need for equality, i am told to kneel up with head down and bottom out.
He starts in on another set...and yes, in this position they seem to hurt more. One lands on my upper thigh and i let out a loud OUCH....next thing i feel is Master kissing the length of the welt. Finally, i hear...last 12....they will be the hardest, but also the last. He stops after the first six, i relax a little, and He starts the final ones...after 5..."last one"...that is my warning...I catch my breath and wait...hear the swish...and feel...a light tap!:). I immediately say, "Thank you Master"...He chuckles and says, i didn't even have to remind you.
Master tells me to kneel up on the ottoman and face Him...His cock is waiting for me. I eagerly start in, thanking Him for my caning. Master then checks to see how 'she' is doing...she is sopping wet. Master is tracing the welts with one hand and exploring with the other. He tells me He thinks the size of my clit is proportional to the size of the welts....how does He think of these things??
I am on the edge and and need a permission, it is granted, and i am off..and off...and off....i just could not seem to get enough. Finally i am just laying there, Master is still tracing my welts, and i feel like...i need more, i am ready for more. In a small voice, i say to Master...." Can i cum again, i think i need more?" (that is a first). He agrees, and finally i am spent, not sure where i am or if i can move, but certainly satiated. When i can speak...i tell Master i cannot believe that was really me..He laughs and assures me it was...and is.
On a slightly different note, it was 1 year ago today that i found myself in the ER. Little did i know....and that was probably a good thing...that it would take almost a year for me to get back to being me...fully recovered, and feeling so thankful for having survived the last year. Thank you all once again for your support.
hugs abby
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Numbers
Master is one of those engineers who loves numbers. He makes sure both 'cheeks' get equal treatment, when more than one toy is used, they are used equally, keeping an accurate count is important to Him. It is sometimes important to me..depending on what toy is being used.
Yesterday, He wondered how many times He has spanked me over the last 12 years. I gave Him a 'who cares' look...but He did. So He started adding and multiplying and came up with a large number..to be honest i can't even remember what it was...but it was quite a bit over 1,000. I rarely doubt His math skills, but i did question them this time. He was averaging twice a week, but i reminded Him that for the first few years the frequency was much less....but He thinks it has more than averaged out. Of course all that talk about spankings, led us to increase the number.
So, i was naked and kneeling. This is one ritual that has been around for most of those spanks. It does shut the rest of the world out, and gets me to focus on just Us...and His dominance. Then i was over His lap for a long had warm-up,one that had me hearing and feeling my growing desire. He then pulled out the green shamrock paddle...a little out of season...but that is one thing Master does not worry about. It is wooden and fairly heavy.
He starts in, and i start to tense, but just as soon, after about the sixth swat, i just let it all go and relax. As soon as i do , i hear Master's...good girl, relaxing, accepting, enjoying. It happened much quicker than it usually does. He continued for a few sets, counting was the last thing i was thinking of...when He stops. I spread my legs, hinting at what i want next.
He chuckles, and tells me to get into kneeling position, and using just my mouth..no hands...to pleasure Him first. I quickly get into position, eager for His scent and taste.......and to know that i can indeed pleasure Him.
After i am back over His lap, He says my bottom has cooled, so it needs another warm-up. It is a short one, and soon His fingers are roaming, tugging, circling, ....in other words, driving me crazy. Permission is soon granted, i cum, a few times, then the after tremors, and soon all i can do is try to breathe and come back to earth.
Once i am capable of coherent speech, i tell Master that there lots of family occasions coming up, so i will be in travelling mode once again. After last year, i am glad to be able to go...The first is in a couple of weeks, for a shower, birthday, and Easter....and some time at my son's.
Master decides that it is a good time to reinstate that darn travel tax. So i get one week away tax free, then the tax is imposed for the second week, and should i be gone longer than 2 weeks, there is another increase. Since the tax was imposed...i think about 2 years ago...i have never gone over 2 weeks. Tax spankings are harder than maintenance ones. He never tells me i cannot travel....He just wants me back as quickly as possible....and that makes me smile:)
Hope you all have a great weekend...( it is snowing here...AGAIN!)
hugs abby
Yesterday, He wondered how many times He has spanked me over the last 12 years. I gave Him a 'who cares' look...but He did. So He started adding and multiplying and came up with a large number..to be honest i can't even remember what it was...but it was quite a bit over 1,000. I rarely doubt His math skills, but i did question them this time. He was averaging twice a week, but i reminded Him that for the first few years the frequency was much less....but He thinks it has more than averaged out. Of course all that talk about spankings, led us to increase the number.
So, i was naked and kneeling. This is one ritual that has been around for most of those spanks. It does shut the rest of the world out, and gets me to focus on just Us...and His dominance. Then i was over His lap for a long had warm-up,one that had me hearing and feeling my growing desire. He then pulled out the green shamrock paddle...a little out of season...but that is one thing Master does not worry about. It is wooden and fairly heavy.
He starts in, and i start to tense, but just as soon, after about the sixth swat, i just let it all go and relax. As soon as i do , i hear Master's...good girl, relaxing, accepting, enjoying. It happened much quicker than it usually does. He continued for a few sets, counting was the last thing i was thinking of...when He stops. I spread my legs, hinting at what i want next.
He chuckles, and tells me to get into kneeling position, and using just my mouth..no hands...to pleasure Him first. I quickly get into position, eager for His scent and taste.......and to know that i can indeed pleasure Him.
After i am back over His lap, He says my bottom has cooled, so it needs another warm-up. It is a short one, and soon His fingers are roaming, tugging, circling, ....in other words, driving me crazy. Permission is soon granted, i cum, a few times, then the after tremors, and soon all i can do is try to breathe and come back to earth.
Once i am capable of coherent speech, i tell Master that there lots of family occasions coming up, so i will be in travelling mode once again. After last year, i am glad to be able to go...The first is in a couple of weeks, for a shower, birthday, and Easter....and some time at my son's.
Master decides that it is a good time to reinstate that darn travel tax. So i get one week away tax free, then the tax is imposed for the second week, and should i be gone longer than 2 weeks, there is another increase. Since the tax was imposed...i think about 2 years ago...i have never gone over 2 weeks. Tax spankings are harder than maintenance ones. He never tells me i cannot travel....He just wants me back as quickly as possible....and that makes me smile:)
Hope you all have a great weekend...( it is snowing here...AGAIN!)
hugs abby
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
This and That.....
.......I returned home on Saturday...on Sunday we had over a 1/2 foot of heavy, wet snow, UGH. Will someone please tell me where spring is...that darn 4 letter word is still in the forecast for the coming week...double UGH!!
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.....I had a wonderful week away....we celebrated a birthday, went to the circus, i learned all about LEGO's, the big ones than make an assortment of trucks with the almost 3 year old, and the tiny ones with intricate directions for putting together a pet shop, an ice cream shop...a good start to Main Street! We did crafts, we read books, we laughed...it was such a fun week.
....I returned to bear hugs, snuggles, and a Master very happy to see me...and me, Him, of course. Yesterday was M/M day....Master was ready with His little, but mighty paddle. After my naked kneeling, i was over His lap. After a hand warm-up and 2 sets with the paddle, Master was rubbing, pinching and roaming as we chatted. He asked how often i had gotten 'hot and sweaty' for Him while i was away. He had told me He wanted 5 days before i left. After a bit of hesitation, i replied, 3 days. He asked if that was the agreement....i replied it was lots better than i usually do. He agreed that it was, but that it was not what He wanted.....so it was another, harder, round with that paddle, before we moved on to more pleasant activities.
.....I have been getting caught up reading with what all of you have been up to...have not commented much, as i wanted to read as many as possible.
hugs, abby.....who really , really, wants spring time weather....
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.....I had a wonderful week away....we celebrated a birthday, went to the circus, i learned all about LEGO's, the big ones than make an assortment of trucks with the almost 3 year old, and the tiny ones with intricate directions for putting together a pet shop, an ice cream shop...a good start to Main Street! We did crafts, we read books, we laughed...it was such a fun week.
....I returned to bear hugs, snuggles, and a Master very happy to see me...and me, Him, of course. Yesterday was M/M day....Master was ready with His little, but mighty paddle. After my naked kneeling, i was over His lap. After a hand warm-up and 2 sets with the paddle, Master was rubbing, pinching and roaming as we chatted. He asked how often i had gotten 'hot and sweaty' for Him while i was away. He had told me He wanted 5 days before i left. After a bit of hesitation, i replied, 3 days. He asked if that was the agreement....i replied it was lots better than i usually do. He agreed that it was, but that it was not what He wanted.....so it was another, harder, round with that paddle, before we moved on to more pleasant activities.
.....I have been getting caught up reading with what all of you have been up to...have not commented much, as i wanted to read as many as possible.
hugs, abby.....who really , really, wants spring time weather....
Monday, March 24, 2014
It's Grandma Time!!
I have been at my daughter's the last few days. The oldest grand is turning 6!!!! All the family gathered here this weekend. It is so much fun and so heart warming to see the grands becoming friends. The 2 oldest (almost 5 and 6), have wonderful discussions, put on dance parties and plays...and share lots of hugs. Even the 2 and 3 year old manage to have fun together....We started the celebration by all going to the circus. It has been a long time since i have attended a circus, but seeing it with these four made it a time to treasure and remember. We stopped for a late lunch, and then it was time for cake and gifts.
The birthday girl wanted a butterfly cake, so I had made 4 small hear shaped cakes. These would be the wings. I had bought lots of different candies and let each grand decorate their own wing. I used Hostess pink sonwballs as the 'body' and twizzlers as the antenna. It was a fun activity and ended up looking pretty darn cute. Everyone enjoyed having a piece of their own wing....and a taste of each others.
I am staying for the rest of the week. While the birthday girl is at school, i am learning all the correct names of construction vehicles and Thomas the train's friends from her almost 3 brother. The real birthday is later this week, i was there the day she was born, and every birthday since...a tradition we both want to continue. Master gave me a remember to be a good girl paddling before i left...so far it is still working!
Hope your week is going well,
hugs abby
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
The 1,000 spank experiment....
Yes, this is a follow up post to my last one. Master and i were chatting today, and i mentioned your comments. Some of you thought that i had received 1,000 spanks. I said, i thought that maybe i had received 1,000 spanks, during one of our long sessions...when multiple 'toys' are used. He agreed, saying that He likes to use each 'toy' for 100...so when we have an empty the toy bag session, 1,000 would probably have happened. (hmmm,,,have not had one of those for a way too long time).
Master decided that since some of you thought i had been spanked 1000 times that we should make it happen, He would count...and they would all be hand spanks. I unexpectedly find myself over His lap. He will spank in sets of 100, stop for some rubbing between each set.
They are not the hardest spanks He can give, and i am totally relaxed. After the first 3 sets i am also getting very squirmy and...wet. Master gives me permission to cum at any time during this spanking. Altho He will rub my bottom between each set, He will not be 'checking' or helping me out....until the 1,000 mark has been reached.
At the 500 point, i am panting, but i really want to hang on, get to 1,000 before i cum...At 700 i am trying to silently urge Him to the spot that will set me off....opening my legs, lifting up, hinting as silently as i can. He chuckles.....At 800, i am begging. please Master, He says...soon. At 900, I ask for the last 100 NOW...He replies that they will be hard ones, am i sure i want them now....oh, i am positively, absolutely sure!!! The last 100 are slower, and harder, but not too hard, i am having no problem laying still, just waiting for that darn permission...
Finally, 1,000 hand spanks, and Master reaches in, checks to find me super ready....and soon i am flying, over and over. Master chuckles, and when i can manage speech i wonder how His hand is....it is sore, but fine. He says my bottom is a nice rosy color with no blotches and is nicely radiating heat.
So thanks to your comments, i have been hand spanked 1,000 times. And, a normal humdrum Wednesday, became a very special day....one of those nice surprises, that will make me smile, whenever i remember the 1,000 spank Wednesday.
Hope your day is a special one also..
hugs abby
Master decided that since some of you thought i had been spanked 1000 times that we should make it happen, He would count...and they would all be hand spanks. I unexpectedly find myself over His lap. He will spank in sets of 100, stop for some rubbing between each set.
They are not the hardest spanks He can give, and i am totally relaxed. After the first 3 sets i am also getting very squirmy and...wet. Master gives me permission to cum at any time during this spanking. Altho He will rub my bottom between each set, He will not be 'checking' or helping me out....until the 1,000 mark has been reached.
At the 500 point, i am panting, but i really want to hang on, get to 1,000 before i cum...At 700 i am trying to silently urge Him to the spot that will set me off....opening my legs, lifting up, hinting as silently as i can. He chuckles.....At 800, i am begging. please Master, He says...soon. At 900, I ask for the last 100 NOW...He replies that they will be hard ones, am i sure i want them now....oh, i am positively, absolutely sure!!! The last 100 are slower, and harder, but not too hard, i am having no problem laying still, just waiting for that darn permission...
Finally, 1,000 hand spanks, and Master reaches in, checks to find me super ready....and soon i am flying, over and over. Master chuckles, and when i can manage speech i wonder how His hand is....it is sore, but fine. He says my bottom is a nice rosy color with no blotches and is nicely radiating heat.
So thanks to your comments, i have been hand spanked 1,000 times. And, a normal humdrum Wednesday, became a very special day....one of those nice surprises, that will make me smile, whenever i remember the 1,000 spank Wednesday.
Hope your day is a special one also..
hugs abby
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