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 Bath

A few weeks ago, I wasn’t feeling too well and I asked my husband to help me in the shower. Instead, he offered to give me a bath! I thought that sounded like a great idea so I agreed. 

He led me into the bathroom where ge filled the tub while I got undressed. He even put baby oil in the water like we do with our daughter! He had me sit in the tub while he rinsed me down and began to wash me. It’s not like I was unable to was myself, there are just times when I really like to give up all control to my husband and this was one of those times.

He struggled with washing my hair because it is so long, but he paid special attention to the rest of my body, especially my breasts. He had me get on all fours so he could wash my private areas and we have one of those detachable shower heads so that felt amazing! I felt very loved having my husband give me a bath.

He had me shave myself because he didn’t feel comfortable and then he helped me out of the bath and dried me off. While I was drying my hair he told me to get back on my hands and knees, so I did. I asked him what he was doing and he told me that he had planned to give me a fleets enema to clean me out on the inside as well. It always surprises me how uncomfortable those fleets enemas can be considering how small they are. I have taken much larger volume enemas (with equal or greater discomfort), but there is only like 8 oz. of fluid in these things.

After I expelled the enema he helped to get me dressed and we spent the rest of the evening snuggled together on the couch. I love it when my husband takes care of me like this.

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. 

No News is Good News?

My Husband and I were talking the other day about a little bit of everything, and as usual, our Domestic Discipline lifestyle came up.

It is not often that I don’t share the details of my “misdeeds,” but this is one of those occasions.  I keep  myself anonymous for many reasons, but this is something I don’t even care to share with the online community.  I will just say that I did something that I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyway.

While we were talking, my husband brought up this incident and told me that he hadn’t forgotten about it and that I WILL still be punished for it.  He told me that the hanger will not suffice this time and we just have not had the time or privacy to carry out my impending punishment.

As you know, my husband works a lot, and now that we have gotten into our new house I have been spending 3-6 days a week there cleaning, spackeling, painting, and anything else I am able to do indoors, on top of being a mom and wife with those related responsibilities and my Princess House business.  We just haven’t had time.

He went on to say that a lot of things will be changing once we do move into our new house.  He said there will be new rules and new ways of doing things, but I couldn’t get him to elaborate.  I am very excited for things to finally settle down after we get to move in, but now I am a little nervous, anxious, and curious about what he intends to do.

I am also not sure when he plans to carry out my punishment for my “misdeed,” but I have a feeling I won’t be sitting for a while after. . .