New Toys

My husband and I had a date night over the weekend; we went to dinner,  a movie, and a sex toy shop. There was one just up the road from where we had dinner that we both hadn’t been to yet.

The shop wasn’t anything to write home about.  They had, from what I could tell, a decent selection of movies (which we don’t realky get into), a limited selection of toys, and some other things like incense and “tobacco accessories,” but all in all, nothing special. While we were there we did pick up a few things however: a new, larger butt plug, anal beads, leather wrist restraints and a blind fold.

We left the shop, stopped at a bar for a drink, and then returned home. My husband went back out to the car after we had gotten settled and he came back in with a black riding crop! Apparently, he had been holding onto it for about a week and was waiting for the right time to use it. I think he was waiting for me to act up so he could punish me with it, but I guess he figured we could play with it since we had gotten the other toys.

The first thing he wanted to try was my new plug which is red and quite a lot bigger than my purple one.  It started to hurt as soon as he poised the plug at my back entrance, but we did manage to get it in after a few minutes of pushing it in and out. Then, he cuffed my hands behind my back with the leather restraints and had me bend over the back of the couch so he could try out the new crop.

He started out soft and slow, getting a feel for the new implement.  It’s not very loud, but it stings a lot. Being so small, it was easy for my husband to land smacks exactly where he wanted them like on the inside of my butt cheeks! He didn’t stop until my bottom was beet red and felt linkke it was on fire! I had a few small, light bruises but nothing like the hanger or paddle. It’s also a relatively quiet implement.

After my spanking he removed the plug and replaced it with the beads. I have never used anal beads before, it was a very new sensation! I like them a lot and I can see them being used a lot more during playtime.  I love new toys!

A Thermometer, A Suppository, An Enema, and a Maintenance Spanking

Tonight I am writing with a very sore bottom, inside and out!  Though tonight was only a maintenance spanking night, it was far from uneventful.

This is extremely embarrassing to share and I can only guess that I am as red as a raspberry right now just thinking about the recent happenings, but here it goes.

The evening began with me asking my husband if he would watch our daughter so I could lay down because I wasn’t feeling well. He agreed and told me that he would come to check on me in a little while. Just as I began to doze off, he walked in the room and asked how I was feeling. My stomach was off and uncomfortable, undoubtedly from another case of *blush* constipation. 

He had me roll over so he could take my temperature, the only way he does it anymore.  It came back normal, 98.2 degrees. I hadn’t shared with my husband that I was constipated, but I gave it away when I asked for a suppository.  I never ask for them because of how much it embarrasses me, but I was uncomfortable and I knew I needed something.  I had already tried coffee and apple juice!  He agreed, got the jar of suppositories, and slipped one into my bottom. He ended up having to give me another one about an hour later, but they both didn’t work!!

So, while I was laying on the couch whining and uncomfortable, my husband offered to go to the store and get me a fleets enema. Shocked that he even knew what a fleets was, I agreed. He ran to the store, came back, put a towel on the couch and had me put my head on the couch and my butt in the air. He inserted the saline enema and emptied the contents of the bottle intoy bottom. He rubbed my back while I stayed in that position for a few minutes before he let me go to the bathroom. He ended up giving me another one just to be safe, but I felt 100 times better afterwards aside from a sore bottom.

We were watching a movie together when he reminded me that it was maintenance day and he told me that we were going to do things a little different. First, he undressed me completely, instead of just pulling down my bottoms. He then proceeded to run his hands over every square inch of my body, it gave me chills. He had me lay down on the couch with my legs towards him and he spread apart my pussy and began to look at me and touch me. He slapped my pussy and my breasts, but it didn’t hurt.  It was actually quite erotic. He had me bend over while he did the same to my ass, and then my spanking began. He only used his hand, but he turned my bottom quite red and it was very hot. Once he had finished spanking me, he sent me to the corner without my clothes. I stead of just standing there, I had to reach behind and spread myself open so he could see the most private parts of my body.

The entire evening was very humiliating, but I am certain that was the point.  He takes the best care of me and always knows how to make me feel submissive and loved. Hope I didn’t gross anyone out with this one!

Maintenance Spankings in the New Home

As my husband and I were sitting on the couch watching a movie, the topic of maintenance spankings and our lifestyle came up.  Lately we have been so busy that I haven’t had time to misbehave let alone get punished, but we also haven’t been keeping up with maintenance spankings.  We like them because it is a reminder of my submission as well as something that brings us closer and relieves stress. We have made the decision together to start implementing weekly maintenance spankings again and they will be carried out every weekend. I hadn’t expected them to start immediately, but I suppose my husband had other things in mind.
Once we were finished discussing the fate of my bottom, he asked me to find an implement from the kitchen and bring it to him so that we could get started immediately.  After testing several plastic spoons, spatulas, and various gadgets, I surprised both myself and my husband by bringing him a large wooden spoon. Anyone that knows me, knows that I loath wooden spoons with every essence of my being, but this spoon was larger than the others and heavier so it didn’t seem to sting as bad.  My husband also agreed to go lightly, considering it was only a maintenance spanking. The spoon hurt and it definitely turned my bottom red and sore none the less, but it was far from the worst and hardly unbearable. Served as a fine reminder that my husband will always take care of me. :)

The Punishment

Well, it happened. The impending punishment I had mentioned prior had been carried out and I am now a sore girl laying on my stomach with my panties below my buns.

The first day he spanked me he warned me it was only a warm up. He bent me over the couch while he first warmed my bottom with his hand and then the long, thin paddle.  My husband is a big hand and his hands are like big, heavy paddles themselves. By the end, my bottom was red and I was apologizing through my whines and moans.

The second day (today) was worse…much worse.  My husband put me in the same position, my knees on the cushion, elbows on the back of the couch, and my bottom sticking out.  He started with the thin paddle, stinging each cheek from top to bottom. I tried taking this spanking like a big girl; without any squirming or whining, but that was short lived. 

Once he felt I had been thoroughly paddled, he began spanking me with his hand.  Each smack stinging more than the last, all the while he was reminding me that he was tired of my disobedience and that I deserved every bit of what I was getting.

I was a apologizing and begging him to stop when he began rubbing my bottom. I was praying that he was finished when he stood up, but my heart sank when I saw him grab the othe paddle…the thick, heavy one. I am pretty sure I screamed after each smack, he did not take it easy on me either.  My bottom stung, and throbbed, and felt like it was on fire!

My husband put the paddle down and rubbed my bottom for a few minutes.  Once he pulled me into his arms  I was sure that the spanking was over.  I pulled up my pants and left to cook dinner. After we ate, my husband really surprised me. He grabbed the freaking wooden spoon from the kitchen and ordered me back over the couch. He knows the wooden spoon is my least favorite implement and reserves it for special occasions. 

My bottom was very sore to begin with, so much so that sitting through dinner was difficult.  He only gave me about 20 quick smacks with the spoon, but that was enough to send me into a frantic state of wiggling, pleading, and swearing to never misbehave again.

The punishment was severe, but I cannot deny that it fits the crime.  I am a sore and sorry girl but I know that my husband loves me and only wants what is best for me. 

Maintenance Paddling

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My husband surprised me today, and I love his surprises.  He has been very busy getting us ready to move into our new house, but he made time today to stop home and tell me he was going to give me a maintenance spanking.  I was both surprised and excited, it had been a while since he had done anything like this.

He grabbed two paddles, the long-thin one, and the wide-heavy one, and led me into the living room.  He had me bend over the couch where he immediately pulled down my shorts and panties and began paddling my bare bottom hard and fast with the long, thin paddle.  I couldn’t take it, and I moved my bottom out of the way.  He commanded that I stay still and tapped the paddle on my hips, just hard enough for it to sting.  Once I moved back into place, he spanked me a few times with his hand and then began again with the paddle.  My bottom was on fire and I couldn’t help but cry out and wiggle.  It hurts too much for me to be still!  I think because I was cold, it didn’t take long for me to start telling him I was sorry and begging him to stop.  Then he said something that surprised me, his exact words were “Maintenance spanking or not, I am not going to go easy on you.”  That made me feel like I had to toughen up and take my spanking like a big girl.

After a few more minutes he stood up, and I thought he might not even use the other paddle.  I stood up too and began to pull up my pants, but he shook his head.  He picked up the other paddle and said that he was going to give me 9 “good ones” and that I was not to move or it wouldn’t count.  I shuddered.  I started to move back into position on my knees, leaning over the couch, but he stopped me and told me to lay down on my belly on the couch and bite on the thin paddle.  I did as I was told.

My husband meant it when he said “good ones.”  Every smack made me cry out and made my ass feel like it was being burned and stung by a million bees at the same time!   I begged him not to hit the same spot more than once at a time, but the paddle is so big that it covers the majority of my bottom and it couldn’t be helped.  After the 8th smack, I begged my husband to stop and even tried to convince him that he had already given me 9 smacks with that paddle, but he knew better.  He made the 9th smack especially hard and I screamed quite loudly, I was worried I might wake the baby.  He rubbed my hot, sore bottom for a few minutes and then I made him lunch before he returned to his work.

Sitting hurts.  :(

A Spanking Everyday: Part III

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Tonight didn’t go as badly as I had expected.   My husband took my bruising and soreness into consideration and took it easy on me.  He did give me a few good smacks and you can see the red, hanger-shaped welt on my left side.  I had tried to roll on my side to keep him from spanking me and that’s what I got. 

I am going to enjoy my last night with my husband for over a week and think about him with love tomorrow when I am sitting on my sore, bruised bottom on my drive to Georgia. 
 

A Spanking Everyday: Part II

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As promised, I was spanked again while being reminded to “drive safely and slowly” and behave myself while on my trip.  As you can see, I have some bruising from the previous nights’ spankings.  This spanking hurt far worse because of how sore I was to begin with. 

At first, my husband had my panties wedged up in my butt while he was spanking me, but half way through my spanking, he asked me to get my plug and the lube.  I did as he asked and laid across my full body pillow that was folded over in half for me to lay across.  He pulled my panties down and pushed  the plug into my bottom with only a small amount of lube on the it.  Once it was inside of me, he began spanking me again with the hanger.  It stings to begin with, but after 3 days in a row I am rather sore. 

1 more spanking to go.

A Spanking Everyday

I got news recently that my biological father isn’t doing very well and I have planned a trip with my mother and daughter to go and visit that side of my family.  We plan to be gone for a week and, because of work, my husband is unable to go with us.  Yesterday (Monday), while talking in bed with my husband he told me that he planned to spank me every night until I leave (Friday Morning).  Since I am going to be gone for so long without him, he wants to make sure I remember to behave myself.  He then commanded me to get the hanger and whipped my bottom until it was on fire and I was begging for him to stop.

Tonight, I was already in bed by the time he got home and he excitedly reminded me that I was to get another spanking.  Instead of telling you that he spanked my bare bottom with the hot pink plastic hanger again, I’d like to show you the damage.

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Ouch! He was especially upset because I had accused him of smoking cigarettes again and he swears he isn’t.   He was offended that I didn’t trust him. 

I have 2 more spankings to go, perhaps more pictures to come?

Pictures?

I have been arguing with myself for the last few days about whether or not I should start posting pictures on my blog, and by pictures I mean real pictures.  Pictures that I take.  Pictures of my bottom after a spanking or with a plug in, implements, and other things relevent.
I haven’t been able to decide so I figured I would ask for opinions and base my decision on that.  I would like to add that I will not be posting pictures of my face (or anyone elses), my breasts, or other parts of my body, aside from my bottom. 

So what do you think?  Should I occasionally post some real and relevant pictures with my posts? Or should I stick to text and leave it up to the imagination?  Feedback is strongly appreciated.

A Spanking To Make Me Feel Better

I have been having a rather hard week and I have a lot on my plate at the moment.  I got recent news that my biological father isn’t doing well and have made plans to take a trip to Georgia to visit with that side of my family.  I have a lot of conflicting emotions with the situation because this is a man that I haven’t spoken to in over 2 and a half years.

Last night, I came to bed with a frown on my face and my husband offered to spank me.  My husband knows that spankings can be a big release for me, but he has never asked me if I wanted a spanking when I was feeling sad or anxious.  I nodded.  He had me retrieve the hanger and lay on the bed.  He left my panties on for the majority of the spanking.  He didn’t say much while he was spanking me this time, and this was probably the best I have taken a spanking in  a long while.  He spanked me hard, very hard.  It was exactly what I needed though.

I buried my face in the pillow and moaned, sometimes nearly screaming.  It hurt.  The hanger made a silent slap each time it connected with my bottom and I gasped with each stroke.  My husband would alternate between severely whipping my bottom and rubbing it.  His hands felt so good on my stinging flesh.  He commented on the texture of the welts cascaded across my bottom, but he continued to spank me.  Eventually I was sobbing into the pillow, yes crying.  He continued to spank me.  This was the point he needed to bring me to, and he knew it.  Even when I begged him to stop, he told me “Just a few more.”  He gave me another 15 hard swats, and then he was finished.  He rubbed my bottom for a long while and held me close.

Finally, I got up to put away the hanger and he had me get my butt plug and the lube.  He filled my bottom with the plug and held me close beside me.  He told me to just keep it in and think about it for a while as he fell asleep beside me.