Master's first words on Friday were...welcome to Fun Friday. I grinned and knew it would be a good day. Later that morning, I am kneeling naked, getting re-claimed and reminded, that even when wearing my grandma hat...I am still His. (This coming week, I will be away helping with some grandma sitting for a couple of the grands).
When I get up I notice that darn bath brush is out...and waiting. I look at it and say...again?? He says it has sentimental value, it was the first spanking implement He bought...maybe 30 years ago. He was so excited and happy to have taken that step...it is special. I can't help but mention that since it is so special and practically an antique, it should be used very gently...but I refrain myself.
I am over His lap, for another dose of the bath brush....with breaks for the much nicer bristle side. I have no idea how many, but several sets. When He is satisfied that the brush has had its day...He tells me to thank Him for finding it...and He will be watching the clock....I will get a flogging when I am done (my favoritest)...but the flogging will last as long as my sucking does. I start off slowly, but Master soon grabs my hair and takes charge..saying something about He is on to me...(moi??)...He tells me when I reach the 5 minute mark, and I think He expects me to stop...silly Master. He tells me...6 minutes...I continue....at 7 minutes, I stop, look at Him and grin...and say...your turn..a wonderful flogging.... 7 minutes worth.
Master is known for being a man of His word...and never
squelches on a deal. He has me stand up against the fireplace mantel...and starts in....my back, shoulders, each set a bit harder. He stops, and I know it has not been 7 minutes...He says, 3 minutes left, but my legs need a rest, so He has me get up on the sofa and lean over the back, By the time, the 7 minutes are complete, I can feel myself dripping. Master laughs and says He does not even have to check, He can see that I am so ready for a permission...
But first He wants me to finish what i started....with a reminder not to swallow. As soon as my mouth is full with His cum, I look at Him for permission...He grins and says...over my lap...no permission. He is using His hand, which in some ways makes it harder for me to concentrate on not swallowing. I am at the point where I am wondering how much longer I can last, when I hear......25 more, I will count out loud...when I say 25 You may swallow....and as soon as I hear 25, I do, followed by a....cum for me...and i do:).
He then tells me to get up on all fours, He wants to give me a hard fucking....I more slowly, I am still in a bit of a haze. Master is behind me, filling me from behind. I can myself squirting, and ask for a permission, Master tells me since I squirted so nicely, I may also cum...a couple times. I end up flat on my stomach...not able to move.
Master sits up on the sofa and is using His feet to massage my back and bottom...it takes me a couple of minutes to realize what He is doing. I relax into it...and soon start to squirm. Master says something about...look ma, no hands...as I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter, once again. Yes I do need another permission...it is granted. As soon as I can think and talk, I say to Master...how does that happen....He laughs and says..who cares...we should just enjoy that it does.
I guess He is right.
....Master has a trivia question for all of you and no fair googling it...does anyone know what a crabtree and evelyn # 11 is ??? Also when the babysitting is over....it will be vacation week....and I am getting to cross something off my bucket list ... we are going to be cruising!!! I am so excited....
I will be checking up on you all while I am playing with the grands....but not when we are on the ocean blue...:). Will catch up with all of when we return.
hugs abby
Saturday, July 16, 2016
Thursday, July 14, 2016
WWW...
No, not the world wide web, not about wrestling....refers to my Wild, Wonderful Wednesday....I arrive at Master's, yes I am plugged, and I have remembered my new rule...
I am kneeling naked, Master is claiming me, concentrating on my nipples. He is lightly brushing against them, circling them, just enough so that I can feel his touch. He occasionally increases the pressure, but then returns to very light touches. I start to squirm, it is as if I can feel a current passing between us. I am panting, leaning forward for more, feeling myself get wetter....Master decides we need to move on, it is way tooooo early for any permissions to be granted.
Master asks if i notice anything new....looking around I notice the bath brush that had not been seen in a while...and I had not missed it. Master says He finally found it, in the garage of all places, and to celebrate, we will be using it today. I had nothing to do with it being in the garage! If I had, it would have not been found.
Master starts in with the brush, fairly lightly, but I am surprised, expecting a hand warm-up. Master assures me this is a warm-up. After a bit, the spankings get harder, and then He starts a cycle of thigh, thigh, cheek, cheek. He then spanks concentrating on one spot. The spanks get harder again. I am thinking, He must not be counting right, it seems like it is way more than 100....when He finally stops, He says five minutes with the bath brush...good girl. I ask if He was counting, He says no, just timing.
He starts to rub the bristle side of the brush all over my body. My senses are re-awakened, it feels so very good. Up and down my legs, my back, my bottom. This five minutes seems to go by much more quickly.
Master then says it is my turn to complete a 5 minute activity.
I grin, and reach for His cock. I check the time, and settle in, to see how many different sensations I can please Him with...in 5 minutes. Master then checks to see if I am enjoying as much as He is.....of course I am! I am up and back over His lap, Master telling I may cum, while He starts in again with that darn bath brush. He is varying the hardness and where He spanks, I am getting close to exploding, but just cannot get over that edge. I hear myself say...please....Master says please what..harder, more, stop?? I groan, please touch me, help me.....Ahhhh, He replies, since you ask so nicely....
I am just still, getting my breathing back to normal, I hear Master's voice, and feel Him rubbing me all over. I start to stir, He tells me to stay, relax...I tell Him any more relaxed and I am napping....Turns out to be a great idea for both of us!
hugs abby
I am kneeling naked, Master is claiming me, concentrating on my nipples. He is lightly brushing against them, circling them, just enough so that I can feel his touch. He occasionally increases the pressure, but then returns to very light touches. I start to squirm, it is as if I can feel a current passing between us. I am panting, leaning forward for more, feeling myself get wetter....Master decides we need to move on, it is way tooooo early for any permissions to be granted.
Master asks if i notice anything new....looking around I notice the bath brush that had not been seen in a while...and I had not missed it. Master says He finally found it, in the garage of all places, and to celebrate, we will be using it today. I had nothing to do with it being in the garage! If I had, it would have not been found.
Master starts in with the brush, fairly lightly, but I am surprised, expecting a hand warm-up. Master assures me this is a warm-up. After a bit, the spankings get harder, and then He starts a cycle of thigh, thigh, cheek, cheek. He then spanks concentrating on one spot. The spanks get harder again. I am thinking, He must not be counting right, it seems like it is way more than 100....when He finally stops, He says five minutes with the bath brush...good girl. I ask if He was counting, He says no, just timing.
He starts to rub the bristle side of the brush all over my body. My senses are re-awakened, it feels so very good. Up and down my legs, my back, my bottom. This five minutes seems to go by much more quickly.
Master then says it is my turn to complete a 5 minute activity.
I grin, and reach for His cock. I check the time, and settle in, to see how many different sensations I can please Him with...in 5 minutes. Master then checks to see if I am enjoying as much as He is.....of course I am! I am up and back over His lap, Master telling I may cum, while He starts in again with that darn bath brush. He is varying the hardness and where He spanks, I am getting close to exploding, but just cannot get over that edge. I hear myself say...please....Master says please what..harder, more, stop?? I groan, please touch me, help me.....Ahhhh, He replies, since you ask so nicely....
I am just still, getting my breathing back to normal, I hear Master's voice, and feel Him rubbing me all over. I start to stir, He tells me to stay, relax...I tell Him any more relaxed and I am napping....Turns out to be a great idea for both of us!
hugs abby
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Rules....
The day the last of the grands left, I got up early, saw them off...and went back to bed. I was down for the count. One of those really miserable summer colds. Master said He was not surprised...He saw it coming. After a couple of days rest, I had enough energy to see about getting the house back in order. That was Master's cue, that we had some "Us" time to make up for...
I was reminded that we had missed 2 M/M days. At the end of last week, I found myself, kneeling, naked, being reclaimed...reminded that all of me is His, always, even when I am wearing that grandma hat. Too soon, time for me to go over Master's lap, and maintenance number 1...100 spanks with the maintenance paddle. Yes, I was wriggling and ouching just about from the start, Master did add some rubbing between the sets of 20 and that did help a little. After the first 100, I was asked if I wanted a break...of course I did. I was soon oblivious to my red hot bottom as I became reacquainted with Master's cock. Too soon is was time to make up for the second maintenance spanking....much like the first.
Master decided to check and see if any part of me was reacting positively to the spanking. Of course, He found what He was looking for...I was almost dripping. As He continued to use His magical fingers, I was quickly panting and thinking permissions. Master filled me with His cock, just getting me to the point of no return, when He told me to get on all fours, He was going to use all of my holes. I was so ready, He filled my bottom and in not much time, I was coming and squirting, coming and squirting....and again. Yes, it had been a long 2 weeks. The mattress was soaking wet....and before I could move, Master announced I would be sleeping on the wet spot. He is grinning as I look at Him, surprised, and know better than to ask if He will be sharing the wet spot....His spot will be nice and dry.
Master has recently added 2 new rules. Master has quite a list of rules, the first rule was that during a spanking I refer to Him as Sir, the second one was that I was to send a daily report..That was over 12 year ago...they are still rules that I live by. Every now and again , I will suggest that a certain rule is no longer needed. Master's answer is alway the same....if a rule is working I see no reason to get rid of it. So pretty much, once a rule, always a rule.
I am not always thrilled when a new rule is enacted, and for most of them, I have been punished once...and only once. Something in me, that just needs to know that He really means it...yes, I am getting over that need. Eventually, the rule just becomes a habit, a regular part of my life. Not that long ago, Master decided that whenever we were meeting for Maintenance or Fun Friday...or a preplanned spanking, I was to be plugged. For a while now, the plug has been spending more time out of the bag and into me...and yes, I am more used to it, and it does have the desired effect.
The newest rule, is one that I have been struggling with....Master decided He wanted me to ask to 'be excused' whenever a phone or text conversation was ending. I asked why...His reply was....it is polite and He wants me to. This is one of those rare rules, that I saw no reason for. The first few times I forgot, Master reminded me. I forgot again over the weekend, and Master told me to remind Him on Monday. UGH...I hate that.
Yesterday was maintenance day....already, again. I was visiting a friend, and loss track of time, so I showed up with no plug. As soon as we hugged, I told Him that I was unplugged, and why.....He nodded. After naked kneeling, I am over His lap, He is being nice with a wonderful hand warm-up. when I hear, get the paddle-man paddle. I heard it, but it did not register, I find the regular paddle, and He repeats what He said. I look up at Him and remind Him that this is maintenance....He replies, yes it is, with the paddleman paddle...which is long enough to cover both cheeks and much heavier. I hand over the correct paddle and as soon as He starts in , I try to convince Him that since both cheeks are getting spanked, each spank should be doubled....I am sure you can all imagine His reply to that suggestion.
After 100, Master decides to treat me to some leather. He has me get up and lean over sticking my bottom out. He chooses a small strap and on my well warmed bottom, it feels wonderful. I stay still waiting for permission to get up, when I feel a sharp sting....Master has switched to His cane. He is not being gentle, and it is not a long set, but I am complaining loudly the whole time. Once He is done, He steps in to rub...not with His hand. I immediately calm, and am enjoying the sensation, and starting to moan and pant a bit.
I then remember that I am supposed to remind Master about the ...not asking to be excused....Master thanks me for the reminder and He decides on 6 more with the cane...with a warning that next time will be more. I tell Him that I see no point to the rule and we do discuss it. I ask how I will know if the conversation is over...He will not excuse me if it is not finished. He asks if what is really bothering me is giving up another part of me that I have control over...when to finish a conversation. He might have a point...so the rule stays.
Master then tells me that since I reminded Him that I was owed a spanking.....He will give me a pass on not wearing my plug...but I only get one pass, the next time will be a reminder spanking...one I will not be forgetting.
I have started to catch up on what all of you have been up to, and trying to comment more...I missed all of you.
hugs abby
I was reminded that we had missed 2 M/M days. At the end of last week, I found myself, kneeling, naked, being reclaimed...reminded that all of me is His, always, even when I am wearing that grandma hat. Too soon, time for me to go over Master's lap, and maintenance number 1...100 spanks with the maintenance paddle. Yes, I was wriggling and ouching just about from the start, Master did add some rubbing between the sets of 20 and that did help a little. After the first 100, I was asked if I wanted a break...of course I did. I was soon oblivious to my red hot bottom as I became reacquainted with Master's cock. Too soon is was time to make up for the second maintenance spanking....much like the first.
Master decided to check and see if any part of me was reacting positively to the spanking. Of course, He found what He was looking for...I was almost dripping. As He continued to use His magical fingers, I was quickly panting and thinking permissions. Master filled me with His cock, just getting me to the point of no return, when He told me to get on all fours, He was going to use all of my holes. I was so ready, He filled my bottom and in not much time, I was coming and squirting, coming and squirting....and again. Yes, it had been a long 2 weeks. The mattress was soaking wet....and before I could move, Master announced I would be sleeping on the wet spot. He is grinning as I look at Him, surprised, and know better than to ask if He will be sharing the wet spot....His spot will be nice and dry.
Master has recently added 2 new rules. Master has quite a list of rules, the first rule was that during a spanking I refer to Him as Sir, the second one was that I was to send a daily report..That was over 12 year ago...they are still rules that I live by. Every now and again , I will suggest that a certain rule is no longer needed. Master's answer is alway the same....if a rule is working I see no reason to get rid of it. So pretty much, once a rule, always a rule.
I am not always thrilled when a new rule is enacted, and for most of them, I have been punished once...and only once. Something in me, that just needs to know that He really means it...yes, I am getting over that need. Eventually, the rule just becomes a habit, a regular part of my life. Not that long ago, Master decided that whenever we were meeting for Maintenance or Fun Friday...or a preplanned spanking, I was to be plugged. For a while now, the plug has been spending more time out of the bag and into me...and yes, I am more used to it, and it does have the desired effect.
The newest rule, is one that I have been struggling with....Master decided He wanted me to ask to 'be excused' whenever a phone or text conversation was ending. I asked why...His reply was....it is polite and He wants me to. This is one of those rare rules, that I saw no reason for. The first few times I forgot, Master reminded me. I forgot again over the weekend, and Master told me to remind Him on Monday. UGH...I hate that.
Yesterday was maintenance day....already, again. I was visiting a friend, and loss track of time, so I showed up with no plug. As soon as we hugged, I told Him that I was unplugged, and why.....He nodded. After naked kneeling, I am over His lap, He is being nice with a wonderful hand warm-up. when I hear, get the paddle-man paddle. I heard it, but it did not register, I find the regular paddle, and He repeats what He said. I look up at Him and remind Him that this is maintenance....He replies, yes it is, with the paddleman paddle...which is long enough to cover both cheeks and much heavier. I hand over the correct paddle and as soon as He starts in , I try to convince Him that since both cheeks are getting spanked, each spank should be doubled....I am sure you can all imagine His reply to that suggestion.
After 100, Master decides to treat me to some leather. He has me get up and lean over sticking my bottom out. He chooses a small strap and on my well warmed bottom, it feels wonderful. I stay still waiting for permission to get up, when I feel a sharp sting....Master has switched to His cane. He is not being gentle, and it is not a long set, but I am complaining loudly the whole time. Once He is done, He steps in to rub...not with His hand. I immediately calm, and am enjoying the sensation, and starting to moan and pant a bit.
I then remember that I am supposed to remind Master about the ...not asking to be excused....Master thanks me for the reminder and He decides on 6 more with the cane...with a warning that next time will be more. I tell Him that I see no point to the rule and we do discuss it. I ask how I will know if the conversation is over...He will not excuse me if it is not finished. He asks if what is really bothering me is giving up another part of me that I have control over...when to finish a conversation. He might have a point...so the rule stays.
Master then tells me that since I reminded Him that I was owed a spanking.....He will give me a pass on not wearing my plug...but I only get one pass, the next time will be a reminder spanking...one I will not be forgetting.
I have started to catch up on what all of you have been up to, and trying to comment more...I missed all of you.
hugs abby
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Swallow.....Cum!!!
I just saw that it was 6 years ago today that I posted my first entry. It was only because Master insisted....and I almost stopped after a couple of months. I am so glad that He insisted, and that I continued. Thank You, all of you out there who have made me feel welcomed and 'normal', made me laugh, shed tears, offered me your friendship ....you are all special in your own way.
For almost two weeks now I have been wearing my grandma hat. The 8 and 5 year old arrived first. We celebrated a birthday, went to a children' museum, played at the beach, saw "Finding Dory", ate lots of ice cream ( once for breakfast), did some easy hiking, played games and collapsed into bed each night. Then the 7 and 4 year old arrived...I love seeing the four of them together, they are best friends and when a squabble arises, they usually solve it themselves. We continued with the ice cream, went to the zoo, the beach, a baseball game....you get the picture. They left this morning....all sad to be leaning but with great memories....
The day they arrived, Master and I had an early play time....some naked kneeling, a delicious hand spanking warm-up, followed by a paddling with lots of stops for some rubbing and...teasing. Just as I was getting to point of needing a permission , Master tells me to kneel and earn my permission.
I am licking, sucking, nipping, slurping....I hear Master remind me that I may not swallow until I have permission. Master fills my mouth and tells be to get back over His knee. I look at Him...He laughs...and reminds me that I do not have permission to swallow. (this is something new).
I am back over His lap, and He is spanking, not hard, but just right.....I can't make any recognizable words so I try to make sounds, giving Him a message. He takes a few guesses at what I might be saying...then decides to see just how ready I am....He laughs and asks if I would like a permission...I am nodding my head as rapidly as I can. I then hear.....'swallow'...immediately followed by...'cum'....at that moment the two best words in the english language. After some recovery time......it is time to get ready for the grands.
hugs abby
For almost two weeks now I have been wearing my grandma hat. The 8 and 5 year old arrived first. We celebrated a birthday, went to a children' museum, played at the beach, saw "Finding Dory", ate lots of ice cream ( once for breakfast), did some easy hiking, played games and collapsed into bed each night. Then the 7 and 4 year old arrived...I love seeing the four of them together, they are best friends and when a squabble arises, they usually solve it themselves. We continued with the ice cream, went to the zoo, the beach, a baseball game....you get the picture. They left this morning....all sad to be leaning but with great memories....
The day they arrived, Master and I had an early play time....some naked kneeling, a delicious hand spanking warm-up, followed by a paddling with lots of stops for some rubbing and...teasing. Just as I was getting to point of needing a permission , Master tells me to kneel and earn my permission.
I am licking, sucking, nipping, slurping....I hear Master remind me that I may not swallow until I have permission. Master fills my mouth and tells be to get back over His knee. I look at Him...He laughs...and reminds me that I do not have permission to swallow. (this is something new).
I am back over His lap, and He is spanking, not hard, but just right.....I can't make any recognizable words so I try to make sounds, giving Him a message. He takes a few guesses at what I might be saying...then decides to see just how ready I am....He laughs and asks if I would like a permission...I am nodding my head as rapidly as I can. I then hear.....'swallow'...immediately followed by...'cum'....at that moment the two best words in the english language. After some recovery time......it is time to get ready for the grands.
hugs abby
Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Wacky Wonderful Wednesday!
I am off to spend some grandma time. I am going to be gone for along weekend, there is a preK graduation and a dance recital for the the 4 and 6 year olds. Since I will be away for Fun Friday, Master decided to have a wacky, wonderful Wednesday.
After my naked kneeling, I am over Master's lap. He starts in with a wonderful hand warm-up. Once He is satisfied with the color and heat on my bottom, He asks me if I can reach His bag. I can, I pull it closer and He tells me to reach in and hand Him all the wooden paddles that can be used OTK.
I pull out all of Master's smaller paddles...the Pooh one, the shamrock, the maintenance paddle and a few others. Master decides on 25 per paddle, and it is a paddling, but not as hard as Master usually spanks....I am still not sure what Master's plan is, but since He has not asked for my advice, (anyone surprised by that?)....I just try to enjoy. After each paddle is a short break for some rubbing, definitely something to look forward to.
Once Master has used each of the paddles, He tells me to pull out the other 'toys' that can be used OTK. There are a few smaller leather paddles that I find and hand over to Master. After these paddles have added to the color of my bottom, Master declares it is 'break time'...Master's code for suck my cock. I am only too happy to have a 'cock break', and do my best sucking, slurping, licking, nipping, twirling and lapping. Master stops me and says time to go back to His bag.
I ask what He wants, His reply...everything. I sort of just look at Him, He wants to know why I am not getting all the rest of the 'toys' out. I ask ...all of them....He confirms that is what He said. An empty the bag toy time....I cannot remember the last time that happened. Once the toys are all available, Master tells me to lean over head down and bottom up, head on a pillow. He decides to add another item, His belt. He starts with the belt, and I remember the crop, the tawse, the paddleman paddle, the lexan paddle (that was the worse of the bunch), the stiff oval paddle. Not sure that is a complete list.
Master then has me stand on the sofa and lean over the back of it. Time for the whip, the large leather flogger, the smaller leather flogger, the horse hair.... not in that order, I was not allowed to take notes, and after a certain point, my mind was mush. The hardest sensations are from the large leather flogger, which happens to be my favorite....I am not complaining. Master finishes with His cane, telling me these will be hardest...they are my traveling stripes. They are harder and when He is done, Master traces my stripes and massages the welts.
He then tells me to finish what I started, and to remember ...no swallowing without permission. Master has me wait a while for the permission, enjoying the look at my face and my trying to communicate without using my mouth. I finally get permission...Master pulls me over Him and we snuggle and hug and....other things all leading to permissions for me to cum. Once we can both move, Master tells me to put the toys back in His bag. I had been thinking that I needed to count them, since I was sure I would not remember all of them...there were 20 plus His belt...some of which we need to take out of that bag more often, and others....not so much.
Hugs abby...
After my naked kneeling, I am over Master's lap. He starts in with a wonderful hand warm-up. Once He is satisfied with the color and heat on my bottom, He asks me if I can reach His bag. I can, I pull it closer and He tells me to reach in and hand Him all the wooden paddles that can be used OTK.
I pull out all of Master's smaller paddles...the Pooh one, the shamrock, the maintenance paddle and a few others. Master decides on 25 per paddle, and it is a paddling, but not as hard as Master usually spanks....I am still not sure what Master's plan is, but since He has not asked for my advice, (anyone surprised by that?)....I just try to enjoy. After each paddle is a short break for some rubbing, definitely something to look forward to.
Once Master has used each of the paddles, He tells me to pull out the other 'toys' that can be used OTK. There are a few smaller leather paddles that I find and hand over to Master. After these paddles have added to the color of my bottom, Master declares it is 'break time'...Master's code for suck my cock. I am only too happy to have a 'cock break', and do my best sucking, slurping, licking, nipping, twirling and lapping. Master stops me and says time to go back to His bag.
I ask what He wants, His reply...everything. I sort of just look at Him, He wants to know why I am not getting all the rest of the 'toys' out. I ask ...all of them....He confirms that is what He said. An empty the bag toy time....I cannot remember the last time that happened. Once the toys are all available, Master tells me to lean over head down and bottom up, head on a pillow. He decides to add another item, His belt. He starts with the belt, and I remember the crop, the tawse, the paddleman paddle, the lexan paddle (that was the worse of the bunch), the stiff oval paddle. Not sure that is a complete list.
Master then has me stand on the sofa and lean over the back of it. Time for the whip, the large leather flogger, the smaller leather flogger, the horse hair.... not in that order, I was not allowed to take notes, and after a certain point, my mind was mush. The hardest sensations are from the large leather flogger, which happens to be my favorite....I am not complaining. Master finishes with His cane, telling me these will be hardest...they are my traveling stripes. They are harder and when He is done, Master traces my stripes and massages the welts.
He then tells me to finish what I started, and to remember ...no swallowing without permission. Master has me wait a while for the permission, enjoying the look at my face and my trying to communicate without using my mouth. I finally get permission...Master pulls me over Him and we snuggle and hug and....other things all leading to permissions for me to cum. Once we can both move, Master tells me to put the toys back in His bag. I had been thinking that I needed to count them, since I was sure I would not remember all of them...there were 20 plus His belt...some of which we need to take out of that bag more often, and others....not so much.
Hugs abby...
Saturday, June 11, 2016
Just Five Minutes....
Five minutes...sometimes it creeps along, other times you wonder how time seems to fly by so quickly. Master had decided that our Friday Fun time theme would be 'five minutes'. Don't ask me how He gets these ideas....I am just happy that I get to enjoy them.
After my kneeling time, I am over Master's lap for a hand warm-up. Master had not told me the 'theme' for the day, so I was a little surprised when the warm-up seemed to be longer than what I expected. No stops for rubbing, just constant spanking...and lots more than the usual 100. Was I foolish enough to mention it...NO...I was enjoying it way too much. Master does stop and I hear....5 minutes of constant spanking. I tell Him it was wonderful and should be a new plan for all warm-ups...He laughs. I wondered how many and He said around 600 spanks.
Master then shows me 2 paddles, the maintenance paddle and the NY Yankees paddle, and tells me to choose which one I want for the next 5 minutes. (I immediately am thinking, this is going to be a much longer 5 minutes). I am debating, I know what the maintenance paddle feels like, it is small, but has holes, the damned Yankee one is larger and a little heavier. Since I seem to be indecisive Master says both will be used, alternating minutes. He starts with the Yankee paddle, and He is not spanking hard and I am think I like this more than I remember. Second minute is the maintenance paddle, and I am sure I like the other paddle better, and glad He started with it, since He will end with it. At about the three minutes mark, Master says I have permission to cum at any time, since I start to squirm. The five minutes are over, before I get to that point.
Master then asks if I am ready to suck His cock for five minutes. Of course I am...He tells me it needs to be a full five minutes and reminds me that I am not to swallow without permission. ( I am hoping I do not have to wait for 5 minutes for permission). I am on my knees, Master says He will let me know when there is one minute left....at just about the five minute mark, He fills my mouth, and only has me wait about a minute before I get permission to swallow.
Master asks if I am dripping yet...He knows me well. I am ready to cum with very little extra incentive, and I am soon loss in the moment...or moments, I guess. As soon as I cum a few times and start to try to catch my breath, Master starts in again. After round two, I say 'enough'...and hear, " I get to decide that". So, yes there is a round three with several more orgasms, after which I truly cannot move, or even speak. My body is sending out tremors on its own, and I seem to hear Master's voice....good girl, 5 minutes of orgasms.
My whole body is finally quiet, I tell Master I can't move a muscle, He tells me to take my time, He is content to tuck me into His hairy chest, and hold me tight as I slowly return to reality....and this is one part that takes more than 5 minutes.
Five minutes seems like such an inconsequential time....but when well planned and executed, 5 minutes can be loaded with sensations and pleasure:).
After my kneeling time, I am over Master's lap for a hand warm-up. Master had not told me the 'theme' for the day, so I was a little surprised when the warm-up seemed to be longer than what I expected. No stops for rubbing, just constant spanking...and lots more than the usual 100. Was I foolish enough to mention it...NO...I was enjoying it way too much. Master does stop and I hear....5 minutes of constant spanking. I tell Him it was wonderful and should be a new plan for all warm-ups...He laughs. I wondered how many and He said around 600 spanks.
Master then shows me 2 paddles, the maintenance paddle and the NY Yankees paddle, and tells me to choose which one I want for the next 5 minutes. (I immediately am thinking, this is going to be a much longer 5 minutes). I am debating, I know what the maintenance paddle feels like, it is small, but has holes, the damned Yankee one is larger and a little heavier. Since I seem to be indecisive Master says both will be used, alternating minutes. He starts with the Yankee paddle, and He is not spanking hard and I am think I like this more than I remember. Second minute is the maintenance paddle, and I am sure I like the other paddle better, and glad He started with it, since He will end with it. At about the three minutes mark, Master says I have permission to cum at any time, since I start to squirm. The five minutes are over, before I get to that point.
Master then asks if I am ready to suck His cock for five minutes. Of course I am...He tells me it needs to be a full five minutes and reminds me that I am not to swallow without permission. ( I am hoping I do not have to wait for 5 minutes for permission). I am on my knees, Master says He will let me know when there is one minute left....at just about the five minute mark, He fills my mouth, and only has me wait about a minute before I get permission to swallow.
Master asks if I am dripping yet...He knows me well. I am ready to cum with very little extra incentive, and I am soon loss in the moment...or moments, I guess. As soon as I cum a few times and start to try to catch my breath, Master starts in again. After round two, I say 'enough'...and hear, " I get to decide that". So, yes there is a round three with several more orgasms, after which I truly cannot move, or even speak. My body is sending out tremors on its own, and I seem to hear Master's voice....good girl, 5 minutes of orgasms.
My whole body is finally quiet, I tell Master I can't move a muscle, He tells me to take my time, He is content to tuck me into His hairy chest, and hold me tight as I slowly return to reality....and this is one part that takes more than 5 minutes.
Five minutes seems like such an inconsequential time....but when well planned and executed, 5 minutes can be loaded with sensations and pleasure:).
Monday, June 6, 2016
Early Morning Maintenance
I am not a wake up, get up and go person. One of the very best parts of being retired, is waking up, stretching, and just laying in bed...no alarm, no rush to shower and get someplace, no being sure the kids have what they need for the day...just pick up a book and read a little, work on a crossword puzzle, or just lie there. This morning I had been told that maintenance would occur as soon as we were up and about, since I was driving Master to the airport to catch a flight for a business trip.
Much too early, I was kneeling naked, and Master was reminding me that all of me is His, no matter where He is...all of me, all of the time. I am over His lap, and as He is warming my bottom, He mentions that there are a couple other things that we need to remember. I look up at Him, and tell Him, I do not recall anything. He asks if this is the first Monday of the month? Ah.....harder play Monday. We had started harder play Monday's last year, I think. It happened for a couple of Mondays, and then we just kept forgetting about it. Master had mentioned that He wanted to start them again a couple weeks ago...but for some reason I always seem to block it out...hmmm...
There is a second thing also, but I am equally at a loss as to what He is talking about....He gives me a hint...my girl friend day last Friday...ahh....I had remembered to keep Master informed all day, and sent Him a text when we were leaving to return. I got home and was busy with things, and about two hours later get a text from Master.....I assume you did make it home safely??? Oops...ut oh.....I quickly replied, and was told that we would discuss this at maintenance. He tells me to remind Him, when maintenance is over.
Warm-up time is over, the maintenance paddle makes an appearance...four sets of 25, each set a little bit harder, a stop for rubbing after each set. After the last set, Master lets His fingers roam, and has me panting and start thinking permission time. Master has another activity in mind, so I manage to get up and kneeling, and concentrate on His smell, His feel, His taste.
Master then tells me it is time for harder play Monday. He tell me to pick two numbers, one between 1 and 10, and the other between 1 and 100. He is waiting, I am thinking that the higher number could be the number of strokes, but I am not sure about the smaller number...maybe a multiplier? I choose 4 (thinking a small multiplier) and 77...for no special reason. Master tells me the four is the number of "toys" we will use, the second number how many. Master goes to His bag and takes out His cane, the paddleman paddle, the large strop and the flogger. I grin at Him...2 of His favorites and 2 of mine. He tells me I can choose the order. I know I want to finish with the flogger, and decide I also want to alternate leather and wood. I choose cane, then strop, followed by the paddleman paddle and ending with the flogger. Master is not surprised by my decision.
I an told to lean over and stick my bottom out. Usually Master spanks slowly with the cane, but this time He is going quickly, and not as hard as I expected. Maybe maintenance served as a great warm-up. Next up is the strop, Master tells me to lie flat, I love this large strop, on a well warmed-up bottom, I love it even more. When Master is finished, I am totally relaxed...(and ready to go back to bed).
But Master is smiling and holding the My Paddleman paddle, it covers both cheeks and is on the heavy side. I tell myself only 77 and then the flogger. Even on a well warmed bottom, I am ouching, I think my bottom went from warm to being tender. Master says He will give my bottom a break and aims for my thighs, I quickly let Him know my bottom does not need a break.
Finally it is flogger time. Master has me lie flat, and decides on sets of 10. In between sets, He swishes the flogger all over my body, legs, thighs, back, arms, bottom...all of me. I am dripping by the time He is done. Master lies on top of me, covering all of me, and i just relax loving the feeling of being connected at every point. We lie there for a bit, both totally relaxed. Master moves off and checks and says I seem to be very close to needing a permission.
At that point I somehow remember about reminding Master that I did not text that I was home safely last Friday. For a moment, I wonder if He will remember if I do not remind Him...then I tell Him, there is one more spanking activity we need to take care of. He thanks me for reminding Him, has me get over His lap, and He tucks me in...not a good sign. He spanks hard and fast, even on a very warmed bottom (not to mention the rest of me). I am squirming and becoming vocal, Master stops and asks if 25 is enough of a reminder. I tell Him it is, He asks what will happen if there is a next time....the punishment will be doubled.
After some wonderful loving meant to be remembered the whole time He is away...it is time to get dressed, and get Master to the airport. I am glad that I can return to a nap...
Have a good week everyone...
hugs abby
Much too early, I was kneeling naked, and Master was reminding me that all of me is His, no matter where He is...all of me, all of the time. I am over His lap, and as He is warming my bottom, He mentions that there are a couple other things that we need to remember. I look up at Him, and tell Him, I do not recall anything. He asks if this is the first Monday of the month? Ah.....harder play Monday. We had started harder play Monday's last year, I think. It happened for a couple of Mondays, and then we just kept forgetting about it. Master had mentioned that He wanted to start them again a couple weeks ago...but for some reason I always seem to block it out...hmmm...
There is a second thing also, but I am equally at a loss as to what He is talking about....He gives me a hint...my girl friend day last Friday...ahh....I had remembered to keep Master informed all day, and sent Him a text when we were leaving to return. I got home and was busy with things, and about two hours later get a text from Master.....I assume you did make it home safely??? Oops...ut oh.....I quickly replied, and was told that we would discuss this at maintenance. He tells me to remind Him, when maintenance is over.
Warm-up time is over, the maintenance paddle makes an appearance...four sets of 25, each set a little bit harder, a stop for rubbing after each set. After the last set, Master lets His fingers roam, and has me panting and start thinking permission time. Master has another activity in mind, so I manage to get up and kneeling, and concentrate on His smell, His feel, His taste.
Master then tells me it is time for harder play Monday. He tell me to pick two numbers, one between 1 and 10, and the other between 1 and 100. He is waiting, I am thinking that the higher number could be the number of strokes, but I am not sure about the smaller number...maybe a multiplier? I choose 4 (thinking a small multiplier) and 77...for no special reason. Master tells me the four is the number of "toys" we will use, the second number how many. Master goes to His bag and takes out His cane, the paddleman paddle, the large strop and the flogger. I grin at Him...2 of His favorites and 2 of mine. He tells me I can choose the order. I know I want to finish with the flogger, and decide I also want to alternate leather and wood. I choose cane, then strop, followed by the paddleman paddle and ending with the flogger. Master is not surprised by my decision.
I an told to lean over and stick my bottom out. Usually Master spanks slowly with the cane, but this time He is going quickly, and not as hard as I expected. Maybe maintenance served as a great warm-up. Next up is the strop, Master tells me to lie flat, I love this large strop, on a well warmed-up bottom, I love it even more. When Master is finished, I am totally relaxed...(and ready to go back to bed).
But Master is smiling and holding the My Paddleman paddle, it covers both cheeks and is on the heavy side. I tell myself only 77 and then the flogger. Even on a well warmed bottom, I am ouching, I think my bottom went from warm to being tender. Master says He will give my bottom a break and aims for my thighs, I quickly let Him know my bottom does not need a break.
Finally it is flogger time. Master has me lie flat, and decides on sets of 10. In between sets, He swishes the flogger all over my body, legs, thighs, back, arms, bottom...all of me. I am dripping by the time He is done. Master lies on top of me, covering all of me, and i just relax loving the feeling of being connected at every point. We lie there for a bit, both totally relaxed. Master moves off and checks and says I seem to be very close to needing a permission.
At that point I somehow remember about reminding Master that I did not text that I was home safely last Friday. For a moment, I wonder if He will remember if I do not remind Him...then I tell Him, there is one more spanking activity we need to take care of. He thanks me for reminding Him, has me get over His lap, and He tucks me in...not a good sign. He spanks hard and fast, even on a very warmed bottom (not to mention the rest of me). I am squirming and becoming vocal, Master stops and asks if 25 is enough of a reminder. I tell Him it is, He asks what will happen if there is a next time....the punishment will be doubled.
After some wonderful loving meant to be remembered the whole time He is away...it is time to get dressed, and get Master to the airport. I am glad that I can return to a nap...
Have a good week everyone...
hugs abby
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Maintenance, Fun Tuesday......
I know, maintenance is usually Monday and fun often is associated with Friday, but living in the real world, flexibility is often necessary. I started my day last Friday feeling like I had not slept well. By nine I was exhausted, so I went back to bed to nap, woke up with chills...on a 85 degree day. I called Master and let Him know, there would be no Fun Friday. I assured Him I had all that I needed and I really was probably just going to sleep the day away.
By the end of Sunday I was feeling better. Monday was a family day, so Tuesday was make up for maintenance and fun Friday. I decided to surprise Master by showing up already plugged. Master invites me to sit on His lap before we play, since we usually end up that way. He likes to change things up. Any invitation to sit on His lap is always quickly accepted, being held closely, getting His scent, snuggling into Him. We chat and and just enjoy the feel of each other.
Before we both take a nap, Master tells me it is kneeling time, followed by maintenance time. I am over Master's lap, He is rubbing and massaging all over, i am so relaxed. He chuckles and starts in with a hand warm-up. I then hear...are you ready for your maintenance spanking? I am and say so, getting ready to feel the coolness of the maintenance paddle.
To my great....and happy...surprise Master is still using His hand. Much harder than the warm-ups, but still His hand. He is spanking hard and slow, after the first set of 25 He stops and rubs my bottom, i am sooo relaxed. The next set, some more rubbing and He decides to check and see if I am enjoying this maintenance more than I usually do....I sure am:)! The last 2 sets of 25 and Master asks, if I was surprised. It was a wonderful surprise. He asks if His hand was hard enough...I assured Him it was, if He were to ask if I preferred His hand to the paddle, I would always choose His hand.
Master asks if I would like a 'break'....I am quickly up and kneeling and showing Him how grateful i am for a hand maintenance spanking. I am back over His lap, Master is playing with the plug, and reaching in and testing how wet I am. He soon has me panting and wriggling. Then I hear Master say...since you already have one hole filled, we should fill the two others. I get one of my toys out of the bag for the second hole, hand it to Master, and Master then fills the third hole.
A hard warm-up, a hand maintenance spanking, sucking Master's cock, Master rubbing and playing with my clit, and now all three holds filled......I am so ready to just explode. Master knows me well, He tells me I may cum when I am ready. Needless to say....that does not take long. As I am laying there recuperating, Master starts exploring again....and I quickly need another permission, this time, Master wrings a few out of me, until i am barely breathing, never mind moving.
Once i can speak again, and toys have been removed, Master suggests we end the way we started. I am back to sitting on His lap, leaning into His furry chest, enjoying the end of our 'just Us' time, thinking, Tuesdays can be special in their own way.
hugs abby
By the end of Sunday I was feeling better. Monday was a family day, so Tuesday was make up for maintenance and fun Friday. I decided to surprise Master by showing up already plugged. Master invites me to sit on His lap before we play, since we usually end up that way. He likes to change things up. Any invitation to sit on His lap is always quickly accepted, being held closely, getting His scent, snuggling into Him. We chat and and just enjoy the feel of each other.
Before we both take a nap, Master tells me it is kneeling time, followed by maintenance time. I am over Master's lap, He is rubbing and massaging all over, i am so relaxed. He chuckles and starts in with a hand warm-up. I then hear...are you ready for your maintenance spanking? I am and say so, getting ready to feel the coolness of the maintenance paddle.
To my great....and happy...surprise Master is still using His hand. Much harder than the warm-ups, but still His hand. He is spanking hard and slow, after the first set of 25 He stops and rubs my bottom, i am sooo relaxed. The next set, some more rubbing and He decides to check and see if I am enjoying this maintenance more than I usually do....I sure am:)! The last 2 sets of 25 and Master asks, if I was surprised. It was a wonderful surprise. He asks if His hand was hard enough...I assured Him it was, if He were to ask if I preferred His hand to the paddle, I would always choose His hand.
Master asks if I would like a 'break'....I am quickly up and kneeling and showing Him how grateful i am for a hand maintenance spanking. I am back over His lap, Master is playing with the plug, and reaching in and testing how wet I am. He soon has me panting and wriggling. Then I hear Master say...since you already have one hole filled, we should fill the two others. I get one of my toys out of the bag for the second hole, hand it to Master, and Master then fills the third hole.
A hard warm-up, a hand maintenance spanking, sucking Master's cock, Master rubbing and playing with my clit, and now all three holds filled......I am so ready to just explode. Master knows me well, He tells me I may cum when I am ready. Needless to say....that does not take long. As I am laying there recuperating, Master starts exploring again....and I quickly need another permission, this time, Master wrings a few out of me, until i am barely breathing, never mind moving.
Once i can speak again, and toys have been removed, Master suggests we end the way we started. I am back to sitting on His lap, leaning into His furry chest, enjoying the end of our 'just Us' time, thinking, Tuesdays can be special in their own way.
hugs abby
Saturday, May 21, 2016
Shortening the Leash....
Occasionally...more like rarely...I start to feel like I need more control from Master. My way of asking is to ask Master if He can shorten my leash. The last time i asked was at least a year ago. I had been debating about asking again for a couple of weeks...a sure sign that i should ask. I finally did ask last week, Master grinned...as if He had been just waiting for me to ask...said He would plan a day, but would not tell me when...
Once I had asked, I was able to get on with my week, and not really even think about it. I knew He would let me know when, and just knowing that, calmed me and kept me content.
Thursday when I said good night, I was told to tighten the wrist and ankle cuffs, my 24 hours was beginning.
Friday morning, I was told that I would need permission for everything...and must wait for a reply. I asked if He meant everything...even the every day stuff...He did. He then added...you will be naked and cuffed all day. He reminded me that everything, meant even permission to get out of bed....I remarked that the leash had been severely shortened...He readily agreed...with the glint in His eyes.
I asked for permissions to have breakfast, to call my sister, to take a shower...was told to play with myself in the shower, but no permission to cum. I continued to ask for permissions, throughout the morning, and then asked if I could watch a show on the DVR. Master gave permission, and even let me have a blanket so I would not get cold sitting there:).
At lunch time, Master noted that I had not asked for permission to take my daily walk yet...I had asked for permission to quickly walk around the house a few times. He asked when did i plan to walk to walk outside. I asked if i could have some clothes for the walk...He agreed, I could get dressed, but also had to add a plug, and the cuffs stayed on.
Luckily it was a cool day, so long pants and a long sleeved shirt were my choice for the walk. I continued to ask for permissions for everything during the afternoon. Master was at work, so I had decided early on that as soon as a felt a slight bathroom urge I would ask for permission, just in case I had to wait. There were no long waits, but it did turn out to be a good strategy...and later when Master asked about bathroom permissions, He said I was a smart sub.
Finally it was play time. To say, I was primed and ready, would be quite an understatement. During my kneeling time, we chatted about my feelings at different parts of the day, and was I feeling like my leash had been sufficiently shortened. Over Master's lap for a hand warm-up, and Master enjoying playing with the plug...I tried to keep warning Him, that I was already wet and ready...He kept reminding me that i did not have permission to cum.
Master then gave me a choice... the strap that is a belt with a buckle, or the razor strop. I thought about it, and decided on the strop, my bottom was quite well-warmed, and I like the fact that it is a wider strap. Master took out the spanking dice game and used the number one to determine how many I would get...it numbers from 1 to 30. I would roll and whatever number came up would be multiplied by 10. I rolled an 11, 110 spanks. A good number, much better than 300, and less than 100 would have been too short. Master gave me a choice of leaning over, in position, or laying flat. I chose to lie flat.
Master is using the strap in sets of 10, stopping to manipulate the plug after each set, just making sure that I am so wet, I am leaking. When He is half done, I am told to suck His cock and balls, and make sure He knows how thankful i am for this day. Master then switches sides, for the last 55. When He gets to the last 15, He rubs my thighs, and tells me the last 5 will be there. I don't even groan, I just say, Yes Sir. He gets to the last five, and I am holding my breath.....the last five are light taps on my thighs. I quickly say, thank-you , Master.
After some mighty fine loving and lots of permissions, we reflect on the day. My leash was definitely shortened, my day was fully centered on Master and my submission....would I like another day like it sometime...of course!
hugs abby
Once I had asked, I was able to get on with my week, and not really even think about it. I knew He would let me know when, and just knowing that, calmed me and kept me content.
Thursday when I said good night, I was told to tighten the wrist and ankle cuffs, my 24 hours was beginning.
Friday morning, I was told that I would need permission for everything...and must wait for a reply. I asked if He meant everything...even the every day stuff...He did. He then added...you will be naked and cuffed all day. He reminded me that everything, meant even permission to get out of bed....I remarked that the leash had been severely shortened...He readily agreed...with the glint in His eyes.
I asked for permissions to have breakfast, to call my sister, to take a shower...was told to play with myself in the shower, but no permission to cum. I continued to ask for permissions, throughout the morning, and then asked if I could watch a show on the DVR. Master gave permission, and even let me have a blanket so I would not get cold sitting there:).
At lunch time, Master noted that I had not asked for permission to take my daily walk yet...I had asked for permission to quickly walk around the house a few times. He asked when did i plan to walk to walk outside. I asked if i could have some clothes for the walk...He agreed, I could get dressed, but also had to add a plug, and the cuffs stayed on.
Luckily it was a cool day, so long pants and a long sleeved shirt were my choice for the walk. I continued to ask for permissions for everything during the afternoon. Master was at work, so I had decided early on that as soon as a felt a slight bathroom urge I would ask for permission, just in case I had to wait. There were no long waits, but it did turn out to be a good strategy...and later when Master asked about bathroom permissions, He said I was a smart sub.
Finally it was play time. To say, I was primed and ready, would be quite an understatement. During my kneeling time, we chatted about my feelings at different parts of the day, and was I feeling like my leash had been sufficiently shortened. Over Master's lap for a hand warm-up, and Master enjoying playing with the plug...I tried to keep warning Him, that I was already wet and ready...He kept reminding me that i did not have permission to cum.
Master then gave me a choice... the strap that is a belt with a buckle, or the razor strop. I thought about it, and decided on the strop, my bottom was quite well-warmed, and I like the fact that it is a wider strap. Master took out the spanking dice game and used the number one to determine how many I would get...it numbers from 1 to 30. I would roll and whatever number came up would be multiplied by 10. I rolled an 11, 110 spanks. A good number, much better than 300, and less than 100 would have been too short. Master gave me a choice of leaning over, in position, or laying flat. I chose to lie flat.
Master is using the strap in sets of 10, stopping to manipulate the plug after each set, just making sure that I am so wet, I am leaking. When He is half done, I am told to suck His cock and balls, and make sure He knows how thankful i am for this day. Master then switches sides, for the last 55. When He gets to the last 15, He rubs my thighs, and tells me the last 5 will be there. I don't even groan, I just say, Yes Sir. He gets to the last five, and I am holding my breath.....the last five are light taps on my thighs. I quickly say, thank-you , Master.
After some mighty fine loving and lots of permissions, we reflect on the day. My leash was definitely shortened, my day was fully centered on Master and my submission....would I like another day like it sometime...of course!
hugs abby
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Maintenance....hate it and love it....
Weekly maintenance, every Monday, has been a part of my life for around 6 or 7 years now. Wake up on Mondays and I think, I will be getting spanked today...a hard spanking. Do I dread it...not really...do I look forward to it...not really. I do see the advantages:
starting the week with a strong reminder from Master about His expectations
punishment spankings have been non-existent for almost 2 years
once the spanking is over, the real fun begins...with permissions and explosions
the consistency, Master's determination to make it happen, all of the above have quieted my "voices", quelled my doubts, allowed us to move forward.
Yesterday's maintenance is a good example of the love/hate relationship. After hugs and some chat...including a big congratulations...I reached a weight goal yesterday :)...I am kneeling naked, being reclaimed. Being reminded that all of me is His....
As i get up, I notice that instead of the regular maintenance paddle, Master has chosen the 'shamrock' paddle. It is green, shape of a shamrock, about the size of the maintenance paddle, but thicker. I groan to Master and He says it is about the same size...but i argue, I was expecting the other one, and was ready for that one, and.....He pulls me over His lap.
He asks if i would like a hand warm-up, Yes Sir. It is a long warm-up, becoming more intense as He continues, and soon has me squirming a bit. He is alternating, slow and hard, fast and hard, keeping me guessing. Then i feel the sensation of cool wood. At this point, Master always gives me the 'maintenance speech'....why we do maintenance, why it has to be a hard spanking, occasionally throwing in a question, just to make sure i am paying attention. When He stops talking, it is the paddle's turn to make a statement.
Four sets of 25, with a stop for rubbing after each set. The first set has me squirming, I settle a bit for the second set, but get vocal by the third and am just hanging on for the fourth set. Finally maintenance is over, I am often panting, limp, as Master is 'checking' to see if any part of me is reacting positively....He always finds that evidence, grrrr...
******dreading part over..now to the looking forward to part*****
Master asks what should come next, I let Him know I would love to suck His cock. Permission granted I get up, and enjoy His scent, His texture, His taste....and I can feel myself start to drip...Back over His lap, Master continues to 'prime' me, I am panting and squirming again (for a much better reason) wanting to hang on for as long as possible. I hear Master ask if I would like some spankings to urge me on...I nod...and Master is spanking, i know i am getting so close. Then i feel myself squirt, Master's signal to rev it up a bit, and I start to cum....and cum...and....until once again, I am limp.
Master is rubbing my back, my legs, my bottom, talking softly, until I can start to respond. I hear Him tell me He has some bad news for me...I look up at Him...He says, "the harder I spank you, the harder you cum". Now I would love to deny that, but below us is a big, sopping wet spot, that is evidence to the contrary. He continues, that was one great squirt....
Later when i am snuggled on His lap, Master is again congratulating me on getting to my goal. He says now i can relax and just maintain....I say, well, if you are willing, I have a different idea. Master looks at me surprised. I explain that the next month or so will be fairly quiet...then the middle of June brings birthday, graduations, grands' week at grandma's, and i get to cross off an item on my bucket list...the cruise! So I would like to continue losing...Master suggest another five....and i agree.
The two sides of maintenance....
hugs abby
starting the week with a strong reminder from Master about His expectations
punishment spankings have been non-existent for almost 2 years
once the spanking is over, the real fun begins...with permissions and explosions
the consistency, Master's determination to make it happen, all of the above have quieted my "voices", quelled my doubts, allowed us to move forward.
Yesterday's maintenance is a good example of the love/hate relationship. After hugs and some chat...including a big congratulations...I reached a weight goal yesterday :)...I am kneeling naked, being reclaimed. Being reminded that all of me is His....
As i get up, I notice that instead of the regular maintenance paddle, Master has chosen the 'shamrock' paddle. It is green, shape of a shamrock, about the size of the maintenance paddle, but thicker. I groan to Master and He says it is about the same size...but i argue, I was expecting the other one, and was ready for that one, and.....He pulls me over His lap.
He asks if i would like a hand warm-up, Yes Sir. It is a long warm-up, becoming more intense as He continues, and soon has me squirming a bit. He is alternating, slow and hard, fast and hard, keeping me guessing. Then i feel the sensation of cool wood. At this point, Master always gives me the 'maintenance speech'....why we do maintenance, why it has to be a hard spanking, occasionally throwing in a question, just to make sure i am paying attention. When He stops talking, it is the paddle's turn to make a statement.
Four sets of 25, with a stop for rubbing after each set. The first set has me squirming, I settle a bit for the second set, but get vocal by the third and am just hanging on for the fourth set. Finally maintenance is over, I am often panting, limp, as Master is 'checking' to see if any part of me is reacting positively....He always finds that evidence, grrrr...
******dreading part over..now to the looking forward to part*****
Master asks what should come next, I let Him know I would love to suck His cock. Permission granted I get up, and enjoy His scent, His texture, His taste....and I can feel myself start to drip...Back over His lap, Master continues to 'prime' me, I am panting and squirming again (for a much better reason) wanting to hang on for as long as possible. I hear Master ask if I would like some spankings to urge me on...I nod...and Master is spanking, i know i am getting so close. Then i feel myself squirt, Master's signal to rev it up a bit, and I start to cum....and cum...and....until once again, I am limp.
Master is rubbing my back, my legs, my bottom, talking softly, until I can start to respond. I hear Him tell me He has some bad news for me...I look up at Him...He says, "the harder I spank you, the harder you cum". Now I would love to deny that, but below us is a big, sopping wet spot, that is evidence to the contrary. He continues, that was one great squirt....
Later when i am snuggled on His lap, Master is again congratulating me on getting to my goal. He says now i can relax and just maintain....I say, well, if you are willing, I have a different idea. Master looks at me surprised. I explain that the next month or so will be fairly quiet...then the middle of June brings birthday, graduations, grands' week at grandma's, and i get to cross off an item on my bucket list...the cruise! So I would like to continue losing...Master suggest another five....and i agree.
The two sides of maintenance....
hugs abby
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Agony and ecstasy....or whip and flogger....
Well, not really agony, and not quite ecstasy, but it is a close analogy....
I walk in and i see the whip and the large leather flogger side by side on the floor. I look up at Master and He says an all leather play time, just what you always want. I remind Him that not all leather is created equally...and He grins. He then tells me , i can have as many with the flogger that i want..........i just will have that many with the whip first....the whip is payment for the flogger. Don't even ask how He comes up with His ideas....i just laugh.
As soon as my naked kneeling is finished, I am told to go over and hang on to the mantle. We are starting with 100 from the whip, since that is how many I always want to start the my floggings with. Now, they are not the hardest, but they are stinging. He stops for lots of rubbing after each set of 25. He finally gets to 100, and asks me if i would like a break...Master's way of getting me on my knees to do some sucking. I really do not need any encouragement, as i love serving Him this way.
I am back to standing at the mantle, for the flogging that i have earned. My back is well-warmed, and all the sensations that remind me why i love a good flogging are working their magic.
Master asks if 1 round is enough or do i want more...He is grinning....since He knows, it is not enough.
As i start to walk over to the mantle, He tells me to turn around, face Him, and present my breast to Him. I sort of just stand there, trying to digest what i just heard. He tells me He is waiting. I do hold my breast out to Him, He reminds me to keep my hands under them. I shut my eyes since i know i would step away if i was looking at Him. The first set is on my breast, sometimes just aiming for my nipples. I have to add, He does have good aim with that darn thing. I am then told to lean over and present my bottom to Him, i am a little confused since i do not remember ever being whipped on my bottom. I now have been....the next 3 sets are on my bottom. A very different sensation that on my back, and one that i prefer.
When Master gets to 100, He tells me to stand and present my breast to Him. My breast and nipples get a flogging...and i think that is a first also, just concentrating on them for a set. Master then has me get back over, and He flogs my bottom. Again a much different sensation than on my back, but in this case, i prefer my floggings on my back.
Master says it is break time again....until I hear, well slave girl have you had enough? I think about it...Master tells me these will all be on my back...and i decide 100 more are in order. I am leaning over a pillow for 100 with the whip....the last 10 being hard ones. Master does stop to rub my back after each 25, reassuring me there is no blood, my back is just giving off lots of lovely heat. Back to the flogger, and my back has been so well warmed and rubbed that it takes very few to get me to my floating place...i hear Master's voice telling me how red and hot and wonderful my back feels.
He asks again, if we are going on, and i decide that another area of mine needs some Master time....Master agrees....too soon, I am laying there spent, breathing quietly, barely able to move......agony?...not really...ecstasy?...if not, pretty darn close....
hugs abby
I walk in and i see the whip and the large leather flogger side by side on the floor. I look up at Master and He says an all leather play time, just what you always want. I remind Him that not all leather is created equally...and He grins. He then tells me , i can have as many with the flogger that i want..........i just will have that many with the whip first....the whip is payment for the flogger. Don't even ask how He comes up with His ideas....i just laugh.
As soon as my naked kneeling is finished, I am told to go over and hang on to the mantle. We are starting with 100 from the whip, since that is how many I always want to start the my floggings with. Now, they are not the hardest, but they are stinging. He stops for lots of rubbing after each set of 25. He finally gets to 100, and asks me if i would like a break...Master's way of getting me on my knees to do some sucking. I really do not need any encouragement, as i love serving Him this way.
I am back to standing at the mantle, for the flogging that i have earned. My back is well-warmed, and all the sensations that remind me why i love a good flogging are working their magic.
Master asks if 1 round is enough or do i want more...He is grinning....since He knows, it is not enough.
As i start to walk over to the mantle, He tells me to turn around, face Him, and present my breast to Him. I sort of just stand there, trying to digest what i just heard. He tells me He is waiting. I do hold my breast out to Him, He reminds me to keep my hands under them. I shut my eyes since i know i would step away if i was looking at Him. The first set is on my breast, sometimes just aiming for my nipples. I have to add, He does have good aim with that darn thing. I am then told to lean over and present my bottom to Him, i am a little confused since i do not remember ever being whipped on my bottom. I now have been....the next 3 sets are on my bottom. A very different sensation that on my back, and one that i prefer.
When Master gets to 100, He tells me to stand and present my breast to Him. My breast and nipples get a flogging...and i think that is a first also, just concentrating on them for a set. Master then has me get back over, and He flogs my bottom. Again a much different sensation than on my back, but in this case, i prefer my floggings on my back.
Master says it is break time again....until I hear, well slave girl have you had enough? I think about it...Master tells me these will all be on my back...and i decide 100 more are in order. I am leaning over a pillow for 100 with the whip....the last 10 being hard ones. Master does stop to rub my back after each 25, reassuring me there is no blood, my back is just giving off lots of lovely heat. Back to the flogger, and my back has been so well warmed and rubbed that it takes very few to get me to my floating place...i hear Master's voice telling me how red and hot and wonderful my back feels.
He asks again, if we are going on, and i decide that another area of mine needs some Master time....Master agrees....too soon, I am laying there spent, breathing quietly, barely able to move......agony?...not really...ecstasy?...if not, pretty darn close....
hugs abby
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Sox and Yanks play again....
Whew that was some party for Lindy's birthday.....What fun...I fessed up to the skinny dipping and Master laughed and said about time....told Him all about the calorie free desserts...He raised an eyebrow....
Last weekend the Red Sox and those darn Yankees played another series...this time the Yanks took the first two games, and the Sox rallied for the third game...so pay time was a combination of leather and wood.
The last game was a Sunday night game, so Monday was settle the debt day...along with maintenance day.
As always we started with my naked kneeling, after Master had re-claimed all of me, it was invited over His lap. He treated me to a wonderful hand warm-up....since i was still recovering from the party...Then the maintenance paddle started to fly. I told Master He was spanking extra hard...He said i was extra sensitive....Finally we get to 100, and i am trying to catch my breath as Master rubs my bottom, loving the feel of the heat.
Master says it is baseball time....Yanks won the first game , 5 runs scored. Master tells me to get up head down, bottom out. He is going to use the "lovely" paddle i gave Him 2 Christmases ago...the large on with My Paddleman embossed on it. Fifty is the number, and although they are not the hardest spanks...there is no such thing a light spanking with that paddle...(not sure why i do not give the consequences more thought, when choosing a gift.). Yanks won the second game...by 10 runs....100 spanks.
Master is looking through His bag, and cannot seem to find what He is looking for...He starts to search my bag and finds it...the shamrock paddle....shaped like a shamrock...and thick.
I am over His lap, when Master starts in....fast and furious. No breaks, just 100 fast and hard spanks. It takes me by surprised, and it takes me a bit to realize there will be no breaks...just spanks. I am squirming and ouching by the time He is done...and say to Him...You did not take a break. He says...you are right I did not. He comments on how hot my bottom is....Gee..i wonder how that happened? Once i have caught my breath, and more relaxed, Master asks what i would like for the last game...the Sox won, 6 runs scored....60 spanks.
I know my bottom is very well warmed, so I choose His belt. Master tells me get up and lie flat...a position i love since there is no struggle to stay in place. I am sitting up watching Him, and tell Him i want to watch Him take His belt off...I want the full effect. I get to watch and smile as He slowly pulls His belt through the loops and holds it up for me to see. Once He is done, I get into position. Three sets of 10, it hurts sooo good.
Master switches sides and the last thirty, i am in sub heaven.
Master says time to thank Him...I really do not want to even move. So Master steps up close to me, and tells me to suck His cock while I am still laying there...without lifting my head. I takes a bit to figure it out, but i do, and i get to lie there and thank Master. Master then gets on top of me and tells me, since i am not in the mood to move....He will let me lie there while He turns me to jello. After several permissions, He has accomplished turning me to jello....and we both just need to nap.
hugs abby
Last weekend the Red Sox and those darn Yankees played another series...this time the Yanks took the first two games, and the Sox rallied for the third game...so pay time was a combination of leather and wood.
The last game was a Sunday night game, so Monday was settle the debt day...along with maintenance day.
As always we started with my naked kneeling, after Master had re-claimed all of me, it was invited over His lap. He treated me to a wonderful hand warm-up....since i was still recovering from the party...Then the maintenance paddle started to fly. I told Master He was spanking extra hard...He said i was extra sensitive....Finally we get to 100, and i am trying to catch my breath as Master rubs my bottom, loving the feel of the heat.
Master says it is baseball time....Yanks won the first game , 5 runs scored. Master tells me to get up head down, bottom out. He is going to use the "lovely" paddle i gave Him 2 Christmases ago...the large on with My Paddleman embossed on it. Fifty is the number, and although they are not the hardest spanks...there is no such thing a light spanking with that paddle...(not sure why i do not give the consequences more thought, when choosing a gift.). Yanks won the second game...by 10 runs....100 spanks.
Master is looking through His bag, and cannot seem to find what He is looking for...He starts to search my bag and finds it...the shamrock paddle....shaped like a shamrock...and thick.
I am over His lap, when Master starts in....fast and furious. No breaks, just 100 fast and hard spanks. It takes me by surprised, and it takes me a bit to realize there will be no breaks...just spanks. I am squirming and ouching by the time He is done...and say to Him...You did not take a break. He says...you are right I did not. He comments on how hot my bottom is....Gee..i wonder how that happened? Once i have caught my breath, and more relaxed, Master asks what i would like for the last game...the Sox won, 6 runs scored....60 spanks.
I know my bottom is very well warmed, so I choose His belt. Master tells me get up and lie flat...a position i love since there is no struggle to stay in place. I am sitting up watching Him, and tell Him i want to watch Him take His belt off...I want the full effect. I get to watch and smile as He slowly pulls His belt through the loops and holds it up for me to see. Once He is done, I get into position. Three sets of 10, it hurts sooo good.
Master switches sides and the last thirty, i am in sub heaven.
Master says time to thank Him...I really do not want to even move. So Master steps up close to me, and tells me to suck His cock while I am still laying there...without lifting my head. I takes a bit to figure it out, but i do, and i get to lie there and thank Master. Master then gets on top of me and tells me, since i am not in the mood to move....He will let me lie there while He turns me to jello. After several permissions, He has accomplished turning me to jello....and we both just need to nap.
hugs abby
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Happy Mother's ...auntie...favorite adult....day!
Yes, I think all of us who have children we love in our lives should be celebrated today....My daughter is making a secret meal...I am not going to be allowed any place near the kitchen. She is a great cook, so I am sure it will be delicious. I have received home-made cards and gifts from the grands...and flowers from my son...yes, I am spoiled...
Master and i had an intense Maintenance session on Monday...Maintenance, lots of leather and permissions... since i won the baseball bet. My bottom was still tender the next day, which honestly, I wish would always happen. It is so nice to have that little reminder. As the day went on, i started to feel sad, and teary when I was thinking of Mother's Day and my mom. I was also tired, thinking of napping. I had talked to Master, and He sensed that something was not right before i could even tell Him. I think we both came to the same conclusion, at about the same time....sub drop from Monday's hard play.
He told me to be waiting for Him when He got out of work. We exchanged bear hugs, and He sat and pulled me into His lap. We snuggled and smooched for quite a while, and when i felt ready i knelt so He could reclaim me...a reminder that I am " always and all ways" His. He reminds me that the harder play sessions are more likely to bring on sub drop...the higher the highs, the lower the lows....He always is careful with after care, and i always feel well taken care of. Sub drop seems to affect me a few times a year, i think it probably is a combination of things. Master reminds me....reach out and let Him know, He is always available for some hugs and cuddling.
Friday we had our F/F day...Friday Fun. After our hugs and naked kneeling, Master suggested that we have a less intense play time, since my body might still be in recovery mode. I went over His lap for a hand spanking, and nice long, slowly increasing in intensity hard spanking. To use an old-fashioned word..I felt like i was swooning. Master then told me to go fetch the oval leather paddle...I LOVE that paddle...it is not intense and has the feel of leather. Master starts very lightly, and spanks for a long time. All the while He is spanking, He is playing with my clit, making sure that i end up panting and squirming. I finally ask if we can move on to permissions...they are granted, and i take full advantage.
I am still over His lap, recovery from the wave of orgasms, Master a talking and lightly touching all over. I tell Him He is playing with fire...He chuckles, and continues. I can feel my wetness, so I ask Master if we can have a round two......He tells me I may...and i am off again. Only this time, He gives me only just enough time to catch my breath, before He suggest a round three. I am not sure i have in in me...but never doubt Master....and after round three, I am totally spent. Master is still massaging and rubbing and talking quietly..and i...just think it is nap time.
A different kind of Fun Friday...no intense spanking...but the fun was certainly there.....and i was left , as Master puts it....like jello....
a perfect end to the week, and start to a weekend.
****The Yanks and Red Sox are at it again this weekend...only so far, the last place Yanks have won both Friday and Saturday's game...so far 13 runs scored...150 spanks with a paddle of Master's choice. Let's hope the Sox wake up and play better ball on Sunday!
Hugs abby
Master and i had an intense Maintenance session on Monday...Maintenance, lots of leather and permissions... since i won the baseball bet. My bottom was still tender the next day, which honestly, I wish would always happen. It is so nice to have that little reminder. As the day went on, i started to feel sad, and teary when I was thinking of Mother's Day and my mom. I was also tired, thinking of napping. I had talked to Master, and He sensed that something was not right before i could even tell Him. I think we both came to the same conclusion, at about the same time....sub drop from Monday's hard play.
He told me to be waiting for Him when He got out of work. We exchanged bear hugs, and He sat and pulled me into His lap. We snuggled and smooched for quite a while, and when i felt ready i knelt so He could reclaim me...a reminder that I am " always and all ways" His. He reminds me that the harder play sessions are more likely to bring on sub drop...the higher the highs, the lower the lows....He always is careful with after care, and i always feel well taken care of. Sub drop seems to affect me a few times a year, i think it probably is a combination of things. Master reminds me....reach out and let Him know, He is always available for some hugs and cuddling.
Friday we had our F/F day...Friday Fun. After our hugs and naked kneeling, Master suggested that we have a less intense play time, since my body might still be in recovery mode. I went over His lap for a hand spanking, and nice long, slowly increasing in intensity hard spanking. To use an old-fashioned word..I felt like i was swooning. Master then told me to go fetch the oval leather paddle...I LOVE that paddle...it is not intense and has the feel of leather. Master starts very lightly, and spanks for a long time. All the while He is spanking, He is playing with my clit, making sure that i end up panting and squirming. I finally ask if we can move on to permissions...they are granted, and i take full advantage.
I am still over His lap, recovery from the wave of orgasms, Master a talking and lightly touching all over. I tell Him He is playing with fire...He chuckles, and continues. I can feel my wetness, so I ask Master if we can have a round two......He tells me I may...and i am off again. Only this time, He gives me only just enough time to catch my breath, before He suggest a round three. I am not sure i have in in me...but never doubt Master....and after round three, I am totally spent. Master is still massaging and rubbing and talking quietly..and i...just think it is nap time.
A different kind of Fun Friday...no intense spanking...but the fun was certainly there.....and i was left , as Master puts it....like jello....
a perfect end to the week, and start to a weekend.
****The Yanks and Red Sox are at it again this weekend...only so far, the last place Yanks have won both Friday and Saturday's game...so far 13 runs scored...150 spanks with a paddle of Master's choice. Let's hope the Sox wake up and play better ball on Sunday!
Hugs abby
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
A "Leatherlicious" Pay Off...
It was a great weekend for baseball...for me and 'my boys'. The Yanks and the Red Sox have a long standing rivalry, and when they play one can never be sure of the outcome, even if one team is first in the standings (as the Sox presently are) and the other team is last (yep, true for the Yanks). These games take on a life of their own...standings be damned. For those few of you who have not heard, Boston swept NY...yes they won all three games:):):).
Master had set the terms of our wager....each game would count on its own, we would multiply the number of total runs by 10. A Yanks win and Master gets to choose...some darn thing made of wood....and if the wonderful Sox win, I get my choice of a leather toy. Most baseball games are fairly low scoring...2-1 or 3-2...Not so this weekend. I was very thankful for the sweep, the scores of the games....4--2, 8--0, 6--8....that is a grand total of 240 spanks.
And...it was Monday, so Maintenance came first. I spent Monday morning trying to decide what i would pick for the debt pay off. I knew this would be a fun playtime, so my choices were not critical, but i did want to make the most of my victory. I knew right away that the large leather flogger would be last....it is my favorite so it gets the largest number and last place, a wonderful way to end. After a big of debate, I decided the large leather strop for the second spanking. It looks intimidating, but after a wonderful warm-up it can send me to that place where all is good. My real debate was what to start with....crop?...maybe, but it covers a small area...beaver tale paddle..maybe, but after maintenance, i would barely feel it....ah....Master's belt..that whole belt scene before the spanking, the soft leather...i had decided.
I get to Master's, we hug and are chatting, i walk into the living room and on the floor i see...His belt, the large strop, and the flogger. I stop short, I can hear Him chuckling...did I choose well? The flogger was an easy one...but the other two...
We start with me over His lap and a hand warm-up, followed with the darn maintenance paddle. One hundred spanks later, my bottom is very warmed up. He tells me to lie flat and relax. Sixty with His belt is next, He decides on sets of 10 with a little rubbing between sets, since that is a set for each run scored, and He is paying off a debt. Second is
the large leather strop. Eighty, stopping again after each 10. I am almost off in the land of sub space, but Master keeps up a conversation, and decides that I need a break, and He needs to be thanked for paying off the debt is such a wonderful fashion. I am down on my knees thanking Him.......my very warm bottom making me very enthusiastic, as is the thought of the flogger next.
I am surprised to hear that Master wants all my holes filled before we get to the flogger...so my bottom toy and my large vibrator come out, and my senses go on over-load. I am reminded, that no permissions have been granted, and thankfully, Master reads me well, we stop just in time. Master tells me to keep my toys in for my flogging and to get on my knees facing away from Him...this is something new. We are not going to count, He is going to flog me...and play with my toys...and i get to decide how long the flogging will last. It will last until my first orgasm. I am not sure this is a great idea, but Master is starting in with just the flogger for a bit, and then adds the stimulation of the one of the toys, one then the other, and again. I have no idea how long or how many times the flogger met my back, I do remember panting, and getting loud, and.....being flat on the carpet with Master pulling me into His furry body.
When i can speak , i tell Him He is amazing, His reply...you are the amazing one, you are always all in .....We snuggle for a bit and then i have a thought. I look at Master with a huge grin and say to Him...guess what?
The Sox and Yanks play again next weekend...some kind of quirky schedule this year. He laughs ...says this time the games are at Yankee stadium, no way are they getting swept again. I say......
Never say Never:)!
Have a good week all..
hugs abby
Master had set the terms of our wager....each game would count on its own, we would multiply the number of total runs by 10. A Yanks win and Master gets to choose...some darn thing made of wood....and if the wonderful Sox win, I get my choice of a leather toy. Most baseball games are fairly low scoring...2-1 or 3-2...Not so this weekend. I was very thankful for the sweep, the scores of the games....4--2, 8--0, 6--8....that is a grand total of 240 spanks.
And...it was Monday, so Maintenance came first. I spent Monday morning trying to decide what i would pick for the debt pay off. I knew this would be a fun playtime, so my choices were not critical, but i did want to make the most of my victory. I knew right away that the large leather flogger would be last....it is my favorite so it gets the largest number and last place, a wonderful way to end. After a big of debate, I decided the large leather strop for the second spanking. It looks intimidating, but after a wonderful warm-up it can send me to that place where all is good. My real debate was what to start with....crop?...maybe, but it covers a small area...beaver tale paddle..maybe, but after maintenance, i would barely feel it....ah....Master's belt..that whole belt scene before the spanking, the soft leather...i had decided.
I get to Master's, we hug and are chatting, i walk into the living room and on the floor i see...His belt, the large strop, and the flogger. I stop short, I can hear Him chuckling...did I choose well? The flogger was an easy one...but the other two...
We start with me over His lap and a hand warm-up, followed with the darn maintenance paddle. One hundred spanks later, my bottom is very warmed up. He tells me to lie flat and relax. Sixty with His belt is next, He decides on sets of 10 with a little rubbing between sets, since that is a set for each run scored, and He is paying off a debt. Second is
the large leather strop. Eighty, stopping again after each 10. I am almost off in the land of sub space, but Master keeps up a conversation, and decides that I need a break, and He needs to be thanked for paying off the debt is such a wonderful fashion. I am down on my knees thanking Him.......my very warm bottom making me very enthusiastic, as is the thought of the flogger next.
I am surprised to hear that Master wants all my holes filled before we get to the flogger...so my bottom toy and my large vibrator come out, and my senses go on over-load. I am reminded, that no permissions have been granted, and thankfully, Master reads me well, we stop just in time. Master tells me to keep my toys in for my flogging and to get on my knees facing away from Him...this is something new. We are not going to count, He is going to flog me...and play with my toys...and i get to decide how long the flogging will last. It will last until my first orgasm. I am not sure this is a great idea, but Master is starting in with just the flogger for a bit, and then adds the stimulation of the one of the toys, one then the other, and again. I have no idea how long or how many times the flogger met my back, I do remember panting, and getting loud, and.....being flat on the carpet with Master pulling me into His furry body.
When i can speak , i tell Him He is amazing, His reply...you are the amazing one, you are always all in .....We snuggle for a bit and then i have a thought. I look at Master with a huge grin and say to Him...guess what?
The Sox and Yanks play again next weekend...some kind of quirky schedule this year. He laughs ...says this time the games are at Yankee stadium, no way are they getting swept again. I say......
Never say Never:)!
Have a good week all..
hugs abby
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Maintenance...Wednesday? and...Go Red Sox!
I have been busy wearing my grandma hat. I spent the first part of Spring break week, with 2 delightful little ones...they took grandma to the frog exhibit at the science museum, to the zoo to see the giraffes, and to Fenway to catch a Red Sox game...yes the correct team won! We kept very busy, and the remaining 2 grands took the train to spend the last part of the week with us. We topped it off with a birthday celebration..the youngest grand is now 4...how does that happen so fast.
So, it was Wednesday by the time Master declared Maintenance Day. We had missed one the week i was away...so it was double maintenance day. I did try to argue the point ( i do not give up easily), but knew that Master was not changing the 'missed maintenance will be made up' rule. After my naked kneeling, i was over Master's lap for a hand warm-up. It had been over 2 weeks since any spanking...and in my world that is a long time. Sometimes that means that i have a hard time settling in...or as Master says, accepting the spanking. This time i quickly just settled in even when He started in with the maintenance paddle. Master stopped after each set of 25 for some rubbing...and when He stopped at 50 He commented how pleased He was that i was so relaxed and accepting, no squirming, no loud protestations... I wish i knew why that sometimes happens, and not at others, but i have no clue...
After the first maintenance spanking, Master offered me a break...on my knees sucking His cock. I had missed His taste, His scent, the feel of His cock filling my mouth....Too soon, Master announced time for Maintenance spanking number two. Another 100 with the maintenance paddle. Master finished and is rubbing and i know He is waiting....I managed to get into a bit of trouble when i was away...I know hardly seems possible.
One morning I was making breakfast for the 2 grands, they watch one of their shows while i am getting everything ready. Master suddenly tells me, to find something to put in my mouth and pretend i am sucking His cock. I look in the fridge quickly for a cuke or zucchini figuring i can quickly slip into the bathroom and the girls would not notice. I found nothing, so i reply that i would get to it later in the day, or before bed. I could feel His heat coming through the phone.....Now...when I ask , you do. I glanced at the fruit bowl and found a banana, took a pic for Master to see, and mission accomplished, no one the wiser. Except, Master's next words were...remind me that you have earned a caning when you return. Double Ugh.....
So, after the second maintenance, i tell Master, there is something i need to remind you...He asks what, He is going to make me say the words. I ask for a caning, since i hesitated to complete a task. He tells me good girl for remembering to ask, and for asking...and to get into position. He gets His birthday cane, and tells me 6 of the best. My bottom was very well warmed, and Master is not one to just tap lightly, but they were not the hardest.....hard enough so that i remember. Master asks me what happens if He has to address the same issue a second time...the punishment doubles.
Spankings are all caught up, and we move on to pleasuring each other in other ways..which leads to some needed nap time....
Most of you know that i am a long time Red Sox fan. I listened to them on the radio..yes a plain old regular, with a dial radio, in high school. Master is a 'damn Yankee' fan, and neither one of us is likely to change our allegiance. So we usually wager on the games. The teams are playing this weekend...the wonderful Sox won last night's game.....2 more games to go...so please send all the good carma you can that the right team keeps winning and sweeps the series:).
It is good to be back, I am playing catch up on many blogs....
hugs abby
So, it was Wednesday by the time Master declared Maintenance Day. We had missed one the week i was away...so it was double maintenance day. I did try to argue the point ( i do not give up easily), but knew that Master was not changing the 'missed maintenance will be made up' rule. After my naked kneeling, i was over Master's lap for a hand warm-up. It had been over 2 weeks since any spanking...and in my world that is a long time. Sometimes that means that i have a hard time settling in...or as Master says, accepting the spanking. This time i quickly just settled in even when He started in with the maintenance paddle. Master stopped after each set of 25 for some rubbing...and when He stopped at 50 He commented how pleased He was that i was so relaxed and accepting, no squirming, no loud protestations... I wish i knew why that sometimes happens, and not at others, but i have no clue...
After the first maintenance spanking, Master offered me a break...on my knees sucking His cock. I had missed His taste, His scent, the feel of His cock filling my mouth....Too soon, Master announced time for Maintenance spanking number two. Another 100 with the maintenance paddle. Master finished and is rubbing and i know He is waiting....I managed to get into a bit of trouble when i was away...I know hardly seems possible.
One morning I was making breakfast for the 2 grands, they watch one of their shows while i am getting everything ready. Master suddenly tells me, to find something to put in my mouth and pretend i am sucking His cock. I look in the fridge quickly for a cuke or zucchini figuring i can quickly slip into the bathroom and the girls would not notice. I found nothing, so i reply that i would get to it later in the day, or before bed. I could feel His heat coming through the phone.....Now...when I ask , you do. I glanced at the fruit bowl and found a banana, took a pic for Master to see, and mission accomplished, no one the wiser. Except, Master's next words were...remind me that you have earned a caning when you return. Double Ugh.....
So, after the second maintenance, i tell Master, there is something i need to remind you...He asks what, He is going to make me say the words. I ask for a caning, since i hesitated to complete a task. He tells me good girl for remembering to ask, and for asking...and to get into position. He gets His birthday cane, and tells me 6 of the best. My bottom was very well warmed, and Master is not one to just tap lightly, but they were not the hardest.....hard enough so that i remember. Master asks me what happens if He has to address the same issue a second time...the punishment doubles.
Spankings are all caught up, and we move on to pleasuring each other in other ways..which leads to some needed nap time....
Most of you know that i am a long time Red Sox fan. I listened to them on the radio..yes a plain old regular, with a dial radio, in high school. Master is a 'damn Yankee' fan, and neither one of us is likely to change our allegiance. So we usually wager on the games. The teams are playing this weekend...the wonderful Sox won last night's game.....2 more games to go...so please send all the good carma you can that the right team keeps winning and sweeps the series:).
It is good to be back, I am playing catch up on many blogs....
hugs abby
Saturday, April 16, 2016
Happy Birthday Master...
Master does not technically add another candle on the cake for a few more days...but we had our 'just us' celebration early...
I tell Him i dressed in His favorite color...for His special day. Orange sweater and orange socks...I do not own a pair of orange pants, and can't imagine buying a pair...so He had to settle for jeans. After He had looked me over and nodded, I took off the first layer and said....special orange undies...for You. ( Do you have any idea how hard it is to find an orange bra...and sexy orange panties? I searched malls and on-line...Oh..there is salmon and peach and cantaloup ((I thought that was a fruit))....but I wanted bright orange. I did have to settle for a more subtle orange...but His eyes lit up...so ..mission accomplished!
I then presented Him with His gift. He has been hinting that He needs a new cane....the old one is falling apart and splintering. Now, I did not jump at the 'hints'....after all, not having a usable cane in His toy bag, is not all bad, from my point of view. But since , I do aim to please, I started cane shopping...so many choices. Now it was not hard to eliminate many of those choices, I was looking for a cane that was to my liking...in more ways than one. I finally settled on one that is called, "Master's Cane", and was a best seller. Once i got it, i thought...YIKES...but i did keep it.
It is hard to wrap a cane and not have it obvious that it is a cane..so I did not try. I did use some frog paper, which made Him laugh, and He loved it..immediately swishing it around....gulp. As is our tradition, I was to receive His age, with each toy He decided to use. I will just say He has been around for at least 6 decades. Master said that since He was so pleased with the celebration so far, He would choose some wood and some leather.
Over His lap for a hand warm-up. He starts with a small wooden paddle, that has holes. It hurts, but the 60+ spanks are over fairly quickly.
Next, Master has chosen a large black, oval, leather paddle. The leather is stiff and hard. The noise is very loud, and the spanks are very sharp. When He finishes I am trying to catch my breath when I hear Him ask if I would like a break? I quickly am up and on knees, letting my mouth work on pleasing Him and continuing the birthday celebration.
He then tells me to bend over, bottom out...He has chosen the "My Paddleman" paddle. It was a gift from me one Christmas. ( I could never be accused of giving a gift that was based on what I would like...) It is large...covers both cheeks...and on the heavy side. He loves it, which is good....My bottom is starting to heat up, and turning a nice shade of red. Next up is a leather strap...like a belt, but without a buckle. Since my bottom has been very well warmed up, this round has me almost swooning. With a grin, Master asks if I would like another break...Of course, i would....and am kneeling again.
Master says He wants to end with His gift, so the large leather strop is next. I love this strop, even tho it looks intimidating. My bottom is still generating heat, so I am very ready. Master has me get into position, and this set is over much too quickly. I am slow getting up....Master gives me a big hug, smiling He says ...time for my birthday gift to get broken in. He tells me to stand, hands behind my head, and not to break position. He gives me two sets of 6, and I am struggling with the position. Master tells me to go over and hang on to the fire place mantle. This is an easier position for me. He continues until there is one set left. He asks if I would like the last set on my thighs....I know there is only 1 right answer...any place you would like Sir...I am all Yours. The last set is on my thighs, not as hard, but they do not need to be. Master then says He would like me to finish showing Him how pleased I am with the birthday celebration.... later, I check out my bottom, I sure do hope that stripes are in style...
Happy Birthday Master...growing older with You is the best adventure a girl could ask for....
hugs abby
I tell Him i dressed in His favorite color...for His special day. Orange sweater and orange socks...I do not own a pair of orange pants, and can't imagine buying a pair...so He had to settle for jeans. After He had looked me over and nodded, I took off the first layer and said....special orange undies...for You. ( Do you have any idea how hard it is to find an orange bra...and sexy orange panties? I searched malls and on-line...Oh..there is salmon and peach and cantaloup ((I thought that was a fruit))....but I wanted bright orange. I did have to settle for a more subtle orange...but His eyes lit up...so ..mission accomplished!
I then presented Him with His gift. He has been hinting that He needs a new cane....the old one is falling apart and splintering. Now, I did not jump at the 'hints'....after all, not having a usable cane in His toy bag, is not all bad, from my point of view. But since , I do aim to please, I started cane shopping...so many choices. Now it was not hard to eliminate many of those choices, I was looking for a cane that was to my liking...in more ways than one. I finally settled on one that is called, "Master's Cane", and was a best seller. Once i got it, i thought...YIKES...but i did keep it.
It is hard to wrap a cane and not have it obvious that it is a cane..so I did not try. I did use some frog paper, which made Him laugh, and He loved it..immediately swishing it around....gulp. As is our tradition, I was to receive His age, with each toy He decided to use. I will just say He has been around for at least 6 decades. Master said that since He was so pleased with the celebration so far, He would choose some wood and some leather.
Over His lap for a hand warm-up. He starts with a small wooden paddle, that has holes. It hurts, but the 60+ spanks are over fairly quickly.
Next, Master has chosen a large black, oval, leather paddle. The leather is stiff and hard. The noise is very loud, and the spanks are very sharp. When He finishes I am trying to catch my breath when I hear Him ask if I would like a break? I quickly am up and on knees, letting my mouth work on pleasing Him and continuing the birthday celebration.
He then tells me to bend over, bottom out...He has chosen the "My Paddleman" paddle. It was a gift from me one Christmas. ( I could never be accused of giving a gift that was based on what I would like...) It is large...covers both cheeks...and on the heavy side. He loves it, which is good....My bottom is starting to heat up, and turning a nice shade of red. Next up is a leather strap...like a belt, but without a buckle. Since my bottom has been very well warmed up, this round has me almost swooning. With a grin, Master asks if I would like another break...Of course, i would....and am kneeling again.
Master says He wants to end with His gift, so the large leather strop is next. I love this strop, even tho it looks intimidating. My bottom is still generating heat, so I am very ready. Master has me get into position, and this set is over much too quickly. I am slow getting up....Master gives me a big hug, smiling He says ...time for my birthday gift to get broken in. He tells me to stand, hands behind my head, and not to break position. He gives me two sets of 6, and I am struggling with the position. Master tells me to go over and hang on to the fire place mantle. This is an easier position for me. He continues until there is one set left. He asks if I would like the last set on my thighs....I know there is only 1 right answer...any place you would like Sir...I am all Yours. The last set is on my thighs, not as hard, but they do not need to be. Master then says He would like me to finish showing Him how pleased I am with the birthday celebration.... later, I check out my bottom, I sure do hope that stripes are in style...
Happy Birthday Master...growing older with You is the best adventure a girl could ask for....
hugs abby
Saturday, April 9, 2016
I asked....and i received....
I am kneeling, naked, and Master is claiming me. His touch, his voice, are all i am aware of....until He starts to pinch my nipples. He tells me to overtake the pain, to use it, not let it overtake me....sometimes easier said than done. I am finally invited over His lap, for a wonderful hand warm-up. Too soon, i feel wood....I ask what He is using. One of the small wood paddles, but the one that has holes....ouchy for sure.
Finally, Master tells to me get up and present Him my bottom...I am up and leaning over....Master asks if I am warmed up enough for the large leather strop, i believe i am. I am guessing maybe 100, and after the first set, I settle in, enjoying the feel, the sensations, until He moves a set from my bottom to my back. Back to my bottom, and all is well once again. Then i feel the swish of the horse hair. It is a flogger, but the strands are all very light, it is one of the few toys that i enjoy on my breast. He is alternating flogging with it and just swishing it over my back, bottom and legs. I am thinking this can't get any better, when Master stops, and asks if I would prefer the larger leather flogger...silly question.
Master says He is not going to count, He is just going to flog me until His arm is tired. I settle in knowing I am in for a wonderful long session with that flogger. Master again alternates flogging and just swishing and dragging the strands, up and down my back, my bottom my legs....all is wonderful in my world:). After a lengthy session Master stops and says, you asked me for something a few weeks ago, it is time I delivered.
I am thinking back, and honestly have no clue, Master laughs and says it has to to with a picture of you. Now I usually try to hide whenever anyone takes out a camera, Master is grinning and suddenly the light dawns. It was about a month ago, Master had cum all over my face...it was a first, and a rather delightful one. Later, when we were talking about it , i said i wished i had thought to ask for a picture, so i could see what i looked like. So, i did ask, if we did this again, could i have a picture of myself? Master thanked me for asking and said it sounded like a good idea.
Ahhh, as the light dawns, Master laughs and says, you need to get things started, as He is pointing at the spot between His legs. I eagerly get to pleasuring Master, thinking about what was to cum next. When He is ready, Master tells me to lie on my back, gets over me, and soon my face is covered with His cum. He gets up and tells me to be still, and i feel a flash...He tells me to open my eyes and smile....I should be enjoying my photo shoot. After a few more, Master is done with the picture taking.
He gets over me, and starts to use His cock to get some of the cum off my face and then tells me to clean it off...we continue in this manner until Master finishes up with His fingers, having me suck those. He then finishes wiping off my face with a dry cloth. He tells me He wants me to keep the sticky smell of Him on my face....He has not decided yet, if it will be til bed time...or when morning comes. I laugh and shake my head...in wonder of this man who always goes beyond my expectations....
Later, i thank Master for our fun Friday time, for remembering my question...His reply....i so rarely ask for anything, how could He forget? And....my asking makes it easier for Him, helps Him to know what i am ready for, where my head is at, what would please me, what would help me serve Him better...so He asks me to please ask...often. So...to all of you out there who also have a hard time with asking....I am thinking your Masters/Mistresses might just feel the same way.....
hugs abby
Finally, Master tells to me get up and present Him my bottom...I am up and leaning over....Master asks if I am warmed up enough for the large leather strop, i believe i am. I am guessing maybe 100, and after the first set, I settle in, enjoying the feel, the sensations, until He moves a set from my bottom to my back. Back to my bottom, and all is well once again. Then i feel the swish of the horse hair. It is a flogger, but the strands are all very light, it is one of the few toys that i enjoy on my breast. He is alternating flogging with it and just swishing it over my back, bottom and legs. I am thinking this can't get any better, when Master stops, and asks if I would prefer the larger leather flogger...silly question.
Master says He is not going to count, He is just going to flog me until His arm is tired. I settle in knowing I am in for a wonderful long session with that flogger. Master again alternates flogging and just swishing and dragging the strands, up and down my back, my bottom my legs....all is wonderful in my world:). After a lengthy session Master stops and says, you asked me for something a few weeks ago, it is time I delivered.
I am thinking back, and honestly have no clue, Master laughs and says it has to to with a picture of you. Now I usually try to hide whenever anyone takes out a camera, Master is grinning and suddenly the light dawns. It was about a month ago, Master had cum all over my face...it was a first, and a rather delightful one. Later, when we were talking about it , i said i wished i had thought to ask for a picture, so i could see what i looked like. So, i did ask, if we did this again, could i have a picture of myself? Master thanked me for asking and said it sounded like a good idea.
Ahhh, as the light dawns, Master laughs and says, you need to get things started, as He is pointing at the spot between His legs. I eagerly get to pleasuring Master, thinking about what was to cum next. When He is ready, Master tells me to lie on my back, gets over me, and soon my face is covered with His cum. He gets up and tells me to be still, and i feel a flash...He tells me to open my eyes and smile....I should be enjoying my photo shoot. After a few more, Master is done with the picture taking.
He gets over me, and starts to use His cock to get some of the cum off my face and then tells me to clean it off...we continue in this manner until Master finishes up with His fingers, having me suck those. He then finishes wiping off my face with a dry cloth. He tells me He wants me to keep the sticky smell of Him on my face....He has not decided yet, if it will be til bed time...or when morning comes. I laugh and shake my head...in wonder of this man who always goes beyond my expectations....
Later, i thank Master for our fun Friday time, for remembering my question...His reply....i so rarely ask for anything, how could He forget? And....my asking makes it easier for Him, helps Him to know what i am ready for, where my head is at, what would please me, what would help me serve Him better...so He asks me to please ask...often. So...to all of you out there who also have a hard time with asking....I am thinking your Masters/Mistresses might just feel the same way.....
hugs abby
Tuesday, April 5, 2016
Harder Play Monday is back....
I often wonder how is it that Master seems to live in my head...see my thoughts...even when we are not in the same place. I know it is impossible...but....An example: I often go back and re-read old entries, looking back at the same month last year or a few years ago. Last week I was reading entries from a couple years ago, Master had decided we would start "harder play Mondays"...on the first Monday of each month. I was a little hesitant, but it was a statement not a question. After a couple months real life interfered, and we never got back to it...honestly i was some place between relieved and disappointed. A few days ago, Master and I are chatting and He says....we need to start harder play on the first Monday of the month. I look and Him and laugh...not the reaction He expected. I tell Him I was just reading about those....He says..great we are on the same track.
Yesterday was the first Monday of the month, and yes also maintenance. Maintenance was not upstaged, it was a warm-up. After my naked kneeling, I was over Master's lap for 100 with the maintenance paddle, four sets of twenty-five. Lots of rubbing between sets, but a hard spanking. Once I am relaxed and breathing normally, Master tells me...He had decided on the looped belt for 200 more, for the harder play time.
Kind of like good news...leather, a double looped belt that has no buckle and is a soft leather, and bad news...200 hundred more. As i am digesting the news, Masters says I can choose....pleasing Him orally before or after. I decide on after...He chuckles and says, want to give yourself something to concentrate on besides your bottom?
I get up and lean over, Master nicely gives me a couple of pillows to lean into. He continues with sets of 25, stopping for some nice rubbing after each set. It takes me a couple sets to adjust, but by the time He starts on the second 100, I am in that zone. All that exists is that kiss of the leather and Master's touch. When Master gets to 200, I am a little disappointed....He knows me so well. He tells me He wants me more comfortable, I position myself on all fours...and Master continues with 2 more sets. Master is rubbing and talking to me, but it takes me a few minutes to catch up to Him. Once i am back, I quickly get up and reach for His cock...He nods...and I am switching my focus...to Him and pleasing Him. Once we are both able to chat again, Master asks if I am happy to see the return of harder play first Mondays......You can all probably guess what my answer was....
On another note...it is April, finally the start of spring, over the weekend I noticed my crocuses and daffodils were springing up, I decided I should start changing over my closet, putting away the sweatshirts and sweaters...Yesterday we had 6 inches of snow...this morning when I woke up it was 14 degrees...a new low. Last night, the weather man reported we have had more snow in April than we did in October, more snow that we had in December, and more snow than we had in March...and...there is more snow on the way. Note to self...do not change over closets until at least May....hope it is warm and sunny where you are....
hugs abby
Yesterday was the first Monday of the month, and yes also maintenance. Maintenance was not upstaged, it was a warm-up. After my naked kneeling, I was over Master's lap for 100 with the maintenance paddle, four sets of twenty-five. Lots of rubbing between sets, but a hard spanking. Once I am relaxed and breathing normally, Master tells me...He had decided on the looped belt for 200 more, for the harder play time.
Kind of like good news...leather, a double looped belt that has no buckle and is a soft leather, and bad news...200 hundred more. As i am digesting the news, Masters says I can choose....pleasing Him orally before or after. I decide on after...He chuckles and says, want to give yourself something to concentrate on besides your bottom?
I get up and lean over, Master nicely gives me a couple of pillows to lean into. He continues with sets of 25, stopping for some nice rubbing after each set. It takes me a couple sets to adjust, but by the time He starts on the second 100, I am in that zone. All that exists is that kiss of the leather and Master's touch. When Master gets to 200, I am a little disappointed....He knows me so well. He tells me He wants me more comfortable, I position myself on all fours...and Master continues with 2 more sets. Master is rubbing and talking to me, but it takes me a few minutes to catch up to Him. Once i am back, I quickly get up and reach for His cock...He nods...and I am switching my focus...to Him and pleasing Him. Once we are both able to chat again, Master asks if I am happy to see the return of harder play first Mondays......You can all probably guess what my answer was....
On another note...it is April, finally the start of spring, over the weekend I noticed my crocuses and daffodils were springing up, I decided I should start changing over my closet, putting away the sweatshirts and sweaters...Yesterday we had 6 inches of snow...this morning when I woke up it was 14 degrees...a new low. Last night, the weather man reported we have had more snow in April than we did in October, more snow that we had in December, and more snow than we had in March...and...there is more snow on the way. Note to self...do not change over closets until at least May....hope it is warm and sunny where you are....
hugs abby
Saturday, April 2, 2016
A Hand Crafted Spanking
I was trying to remember if play time with Master ever consisted of only hand spankings. Oh, there are the occasional swats when I walk by, or sometimes being held in place for a quick barrage of spanks. Then I did remember the 1,000 spank experiment. Luckily i did a post on it....yes, Master spanked me 1,000 times with His hands...he did switch hands since He did not think He should have more pain that i was having....I loved it, and it ended in fireworks for me. It did take concentration on my part, to wait for the spanking to end.
The second time was yesterday. I loss 1 1/2 pounds this week...Yeah me!! After my naked kneeling time, I am over Master's lap as we chat while He is warming my bottom. He checks...to make sure I am enjoying the warm-up....He finds evidence that I am..and I verbally tell Him how much I love His hand on my bottom. To my surprise....and delight...Master says, then let's continue with my hand only for today. Now, Master's hands can deliver quite a spanking, but the feel is so much nicer than hard wood or plastic...and yes even leather.
Master spanks harder with each set, I have no idea how many sets or spanks, but I do know I was raising my bottom, urging Him on ...wanting more. Master tells me, He cums first, so I should slow down. I quickly get up and get busy on that.....I remember to wait for permission to swallow, and am invited back over His lap. Master's gets me back to urging Him on, to squirming, and then as He is spanking hard and fast...I feel myself squirt and cum....and try to remember that breathing is good.
Master stops spanking and is rubbing my bottom, talking quietly to me until I am able to respond.
Master continues to rub and the tremors have stopped, but i am opening my legs and pushing my bottom out. He chuckles and asks...need something? I tell Him yes Sir....He tells me to ask nicely. So I ask if I can have another spanking just like that last one...He is quick to oblige. This one is just as hard and fast...but not nearly as long....and finally all I can do is lie flat over His lap, and remember Master's breathing advice. Master says, who would of guessed you could cum...twice...just from a spanking. That was not just a spanking....that was a SPANKING! Master laughs and says, that was a hand crafted (hence the title of this post) spanking. I tell Him we should try that more often...He agrees, suggesting it would be a nice reward for meeting my goal....He sure knows how to add incentive....
hugs abby
The second time was yesterday. I loss 1 1/2 pounds this week...Yeah me!! After my naked kneeling time, I am over Master's lap as we chat while He is warming my bottom. He checks...to make sure I am enjoying the warm-up....He finds evidence that I am..and I verbally tell Him how much I love His hand on my bottom. To my surprise....and delight...Master says, then let's continue with my hand only for today. Now, Master's hands can deliver quite a spanking, but the feel is so much nicer than hard wood or plastic...and yes even leather.
Master spanks harder with each set, I have no idea how many sets or spanks, but I do know I was raising my bottom, urging Him on ...wanting more. Master tells me, He cums first, so I should slow down. I quickly get up and get busy on that.....I remember to wait for permission to swallow, and am invited back over His lap. Master's gets me back to urging Him on, to squirming, and then as He is spanking hard and fast...I feel myself squirt and cum....and try to remember that breathing is good.
Master stops spanking and is rubbing my bottom, talking quietly to me until I am able to respond.
Master continues to rub and the tremors have stopped, but i am opening my legs and pushing my bottom out. He chuckles and asks...need something? I tell Him yes Sir....He tells me to ask nicely. So I ask if I can have another spanking just like that last one...He is quick to oblige. This one is just as hard and fast...but not nearly as long....and finally all I can do is lie flat over His lap, and remember Master's breathing advice. Master says, who would of guessed you could cum...twice...just from a spanking. That was not just a spanking....that was a SPANKING! Master laughs and says, that was a hand crafted (hence the title of this post) spanking. I tell Him we should try that more often...He agrees, suggesting it would be a nice reward for meeting my goal....He sure knows how to add incentive....
hugs abby
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Catching - up post...
I hope you all had a wonderful Easter weekend.....We all gathered at my daughter's to celebrate an 8th birthday (how is that possible?)...and Easter. I so love seeing the four grands be so happy to see each other, to play together and have fun.
I have been sort of thinking of taking a break from blogging. Not sure why, just a sense that I might be getting stale...boring. But then every morning when I walk, I find myself writing entries in my head..so this morning, I decided if I was going to write in my head...it needed a place to go...and this is the place.
About 6 weeks ago, I told Master I wanted to lose 10 pounds...now if you have been reading here a while, you know, as I do, that a deal with Master is a rock solid commitment, no giving up. It's been a slow go, and I have become much less enthused. Last Monday I reported a half pound loss...which had become the average. I was over Master's lap, ready for maintenance, and Master was telling me I needed to step it up, to get to the goal, then I could be done with it. When He stopped I replied..'progress is progress'...in a somewhat sarcastic dismissive tone. As soon as the words came out....I thought, ut oh...should not have said that one aloud, never mind in that tone. As I am finishing that thought, I hear Master say....Well, then, a spanking is a spanking...as He picks up that paddle and uses it 10 times...slow and hard. Then He asks, is a spanking always a spanking or are there differences in spankings? We all know where this was going...right where Master wanted it to. He nicely counts those 10 spanks as part of maintenance, so He proceeds with the 90 left, before we move on to more pleasurable activities.
Last Thursday, we made time for some Us time...After a hand warm-up and lots of yummy leather, Master told me to thank Him...for at least 10 minutes. I looked at Him, thinking....what?....He says He wants me to suck. lick, tease His cock and to make it last for at least 10 minutes...no cumming til the 10 minutes are up. I am thinking, I am going to have to vary my approach and change from some serious sucking, etc...so some lighter more , more teasing sensations. We both made it to the 10 minutes mark.....and later when we were chatting, Master wondered how long is the average...suck? So I am asking for help....if you care to....from your experience how long does fellation last..on average?
Before I left for my daughter's Master said I had 1/2 pound grace for the weekend, I tried explaining that we were celebrating 2 major events... He had that look and tone, so I knew that it was 1/2 pound or nothing. Yesterday morning I let Master know I had gained 1 pound. His reply...okay. Just the one word, but I knew in this case, the okay, was not...that is fine, thanks for the information. It was more of....we will deal with this later, thanks for the information. I decided not to question His intentions....
Maintenance time and I am kneeling, being re-claimed, being reminded that all of me is His...always and all ways. When He is done, I stand and as we are hugging, He asks if I thought His okay meant that all was well.....I tell Him..no. He grins and says ...good. I am over His lap, He moves the pillows and my foot feels a piece of wood...not a small maintenance paddle, but something larger. It is the 'my paddleman' paddle...large enough to cover all of my bottom.....I groan, He tells me He expects progress and I did go over the 1/2 pound limit.
He starts with the first set of 25...this is still maintenance, just with a different paddle. He is spanking fairly slowly, but with 'intent'...He is making a point on my bottom. He does stop for a little bit of rubbing before the second set, after which we chat about my effort ...He knows I can do this, and once I do, I am done, unless or until I decided otherwise.
The third set is harder....As He is rubbing my bottom at the end of the set, He tells me I will say after each spank....I will make more effort with my diet...in a LOUD voice, or else the swat gets repeated. I do get the words out after each swat, along with some ouching and groaning. Time for the last five Master tells me...and before I have a chance to say anything He is in rapid fire mode...5 very fast ones, He is on 3 before i even get an ouch out. But we are done....and my determination has been renewed.
Spring and 60 degrees here tomorrow...then snow by the weekend....
Hugs abby
I have been sort of thinking of taking a break from blogging. Not sure why, just a sense that I might be getting stale...boring. But then every morning when I walk, I find myself writing entries in my head..so this morning, I decided if I was going to write in my head...it needed a place to go...and this is the place.
About 6 weeks ago, I told Master I wanted to lose 10 pounds...now if you have been reading here a while, you know, as I do, that a deal with Master is a rock solid commitment, no giving up. It's been a slow go, and I have become much less enthused. Last Monday I reported a half pound loss...which had become the average. I was over Master's lap, ready for maintenance, and Master was telling me I needed to step it up, to get to the goal, then I could be done with it. When He stopped I replied..'progress is progress'...in a somewhat sarcastic dismissive tone. As soon as the words came out....I thought, ut oh...should not have said that one aloud, never mind in that tone. As I am finishing that thought, I hear Master say....Well, then, a spanking is a spanking...as He picks up that paddle and uses it 10 times...slow and hard. Then He asks, is a spanking always a spanking or are there differences in spankings? We all know where this was going...right where Master wanted it to. He nicely counts those 10 spanks as part of maintenance, so He proceeds with the 90 left, before we move on to more pleasurable activities.
Last Thursday, we made time for some Us time...After a hand warm-up and lots of yummy leather, Master told me to thank Him...for at least 10 minutes. I looked at Him, thinking....what?....He says He wants me to suck. lick, tease His cock and to make it last for at least 10 minutes...no cumming til the 10 minutes are up. I am thinking, I am going to have to vary my approach and change from some serious sucking, etc...so some lighter more , more teasing sensations. We both made it to the 10 minutes mark.....and later when we were chatting, Master wondered how long is the average...suck? So I am asking for help....if you care to....from your experience how long does fellation last..on average?
Before I left for my daughter's Master said I had 1/2 pound grace for the weekend, I tried explaining that we were celebrating 2 major events... He had that look and tone, so I knew that it was 1/2 pound or nothing. Yesterday morning I let Master know I had gained 1 pound. His reply...okay. Just the one word, but I knew in this case, the okay, was not...that is fine, thanks for the information. It was more of....we will deal with this later, thanks for the information. I decided not to question His intentions....
Maintenance time and I am kneeling, being re-claimed, being reminded that all of me is His...always and all ways. When He is done, I stand and as we are hugging, He asks if I thought His okay meant that all was well.....I tell Him..no. He grins and says ...good. I am over His lap, He moves the pillows and my foot feels a piece of wood...not a small maintenance paddle, but something larger. It is the 'my paddleman' paddle...large enough to cover all of my bottom.....I groan, He tells me He expects progress and I did go over the 1/2 pound limit.
He starts with the first set of 25...this is still maintenance, just with a different paddle. He is spanking fairly slowly, but with 'intent'...He is making a point on my bottom. He does stop for a little bit of rubbing before the second set, after which we chat about my effort ...He knows I can do this, and once I do, I am done, unless or until I decided otherwise.
The third set is harder....As He is rubbing my bottom at the end of the set, He tells me I will say after each spank....I will make more effort with my diet...in a LOUD voice, or else the swat gets repeated. I do get the words out after each swat, along with some ouching and groaning. Time for the last five Master tells me...and before I have a chance to say anything He is in rapid fire mode...5 very fast ones, He is on 3 before i even get an ouch out. But we are done....and my determination has been renewed.
Spring and 60 degrees here tomorrow...then snow by the weekend....
Hugs abby
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