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250 – Please Sir, may i have another?

“NO! You may NOT. In fact, your only choices are chastity belt or self control. Which do you think it should be?” My Sir asked me tonight after he touched his beautiful pussy with his hands and let me cum.

This was after he arrived home last night and did NOT touch me or allow me to orgasm. i did not make it the entire time he was gone in chastity, but he was ok with that. i was allowed to take a 12-hours break, from 9p to 9a. And then from that time, until he arrived home at 8p, i was locked in tight.

And when we got home from the airport, he said, “while I’m tired and not going to touch you, you may take off the belt too.” And last night i did have self control. i was relieved to be out of the belt when i was allowed the release as it was starting to chafe a bit in a few places, and while i was disappointed no sex or sexual activity, i was still grateful he was home. And i saw the release from the belt as a privilege and a reward to be cherished. No way was i going to mess things up or disappoint him!

So tonight, i knew his day at work today was rough, so i was just trying to stay out of his way and went to our bed to watch tv where he then came in and joined me. He didn’t care one iota about the show, but he did give a lot of attention to my clit!

He pulled the covers back, exposing my pretty, clean-shaven, pussy. (He FINALLY let me shave it again yesterday. He said he had been testing me to see: 1) how long it would be before i asked to shave, 2) if i would bug him about it, 3) if i would just shave it anyway, with or without permission. When i was a good girl and didn’t do any of those things, he was pleased. So the first time i asked if he would consider letting me shave it, he said yes that i could. And i did!)

His fingers felt magical. It has been far too long since he’s touch HIs pussy! He found my clit so quickly too, where he caressed, and lightly played and even flicked at it. It wasn’t but a few short minutes (like TWO!) that i was begging to cum. He said no, and kept at it. It was another 30-seconds and i begged to cum again and he still said no. My legs started to shake out of control. i was starting to panic as i was just so close to orgasming without permission. i finally just said, “Sir, please allow me to cum or else please stop before i go over the edge.” And he said, “okay, you may cum.” And i did! Nearly on command at that point!

And just like that, he stopped. No more touching. He was done. And he said i was too.

It was then that i begged for just ONE more. He said no again. i said, “But Sir, you didn’t even penetrate me. i would really love it if even one finger would go inside.”

He said, “I’m aware that I didn’t stick my fingers, or any other part of me, inside your yang-yang.” He had never called it that, so it stuck with me.

He then continued, “I’m thinking maybe I don’t let you cum again until you can learn to squirt.” I have squirted exactly twice ever, both my accident, and it surprised even me!

i said, “i am fairly certain you’d have to penetrate me. We could practice it now if you want….”

“Nah, that’s ok. You’ve already orgasmed once now. That’s enough.”

Of course, i was hoping he’d still touch me again despite his words. So i left my legs spread and my bare pussy exposed there.

With my legs wide open and my pussy on display, i let my fingers just start to roam. i stroked his arm, down onto my thigh, up to my crotch and across the top part of my mound. When i was about to test my luck and move a slight bit further south was exactly when i heard him say, “what are you doing?”

My response was straight forward, “hoping to entice you to touch it again Sir. To have you open me up wide, stick as many of your fingers deep inside me as possible, and let my pussy cum all over you.”

He then said, “lift your hands up.” And i did. He grabbed the bed covers and pulled them up. He covered up his pussy and he said, “now put your hands down on top.” And i did.

That’s when he said, “I said I was done. That means you are too. THIS is better. Now you can’t see it and can simply distract yourself from it. Start reading, watch tv, or go to sleep, whatever you want, but don’t touch! And if you insist on pressing things any further, we will have to do some punishment.”

i really was about to start pouting or maybe even crying! i really wanted to orgasm from penetration too! In an attempt to NOT be bratty AND to show my thanks for the one orgasm i was allowed, i decided to lean over to kiss him and said, “Thank you Sir.” While i meant it fully, i think he doubted my intentions. He was just looking at me and then said, “you are welcome, but the answer is still no.”

“Please Sir, can i touch it just a little bit more and make it orgasm all on my own?!” Apparently he was right to doubt me!

That was when he said, “self control or chastity. Which will it be?”

i thought i could employ self control (surely i am able, right?), but as i started to read i felt my clit brushing against the bed sheets. i was feeling it raw and whole. It was just barely touching me, yet i felt every bit of it! And i was struggling. i told David and he said, “you really have NO self control, do you?!”

“Not much Sir.”

And he shook his head and said, “I guess it’s the belt for you for tonight.”

And i went to put it on.

So i will sleep with it on tonight. You may think this is terrible and a punishment of sorts, but that’s not how i see it at all actually. In fact, five or so minutes after it went on, David asked me, “will you be able to sleep tonight or are you too frustrated to relax?” Notice he didn’t ask if i was comfortable in the belt… or ask me if i wanted to have it off…

i thought about my answer for just a split second and answered honestly with, “Yes Sir, i will actually sleep better now with it on than with it off. i can relax knowing i am kept in check, in chastity. i am happy to be restricted and have my ability to touch myself taken away. This way, i have extra help but i will be in compliance too. This belt is like a life vest, a life saver when it is needed, and tonight i needed it.”

i surprised him with my answer. i think he thought i would see sleeping with the belt on as more of a punishment than a reward, but i truly see it as a life vest. It saved me from myself tonight, to which i am grateful!

Sometimes, we just need a little help. And that’s what i got!

Hugs,

Marie

245 – Forced orgasm

Admittedly, i did not know or understand what that was until quite recently. Now i do!

i mean i looked it up, read about it, and tried to understand. But it still didn’t make sense to me. The word “forced” and “orgasm” didn’t seem to go together! The idea of being “forced” to do something sounds terrible, depending on what it is… and orgasm isn’t one of them!

i mean tell me i am forced to…. Say… eat ice cream, soak in the bathtub, have a massage, take a day off…. OR ORGASM…. Oh yeah, i am there! Sign me up! Let’s do this! When do we start?! Care to add something else to the list that you’d like to be forced to do too?!

The key word that didn’t fit was the word “forced.” You wouldn’t have to force me to do any of these things mentioned. i am never going to say “oh no, that’s not for me.” So the idea of a forced orgasm seems incongruous.

So if the “thing” that you are asked to do is good and you want to do it, how exactly would the word “forced” be included in the sentence or discussion?!

Until tonight. Things changed. i see the light. i now understand how forced and orgasm go in the same sentence!

David came home from Denver and i was SO pleased to see him, and vice versa. Tonight, he forced me to orgasm, which again, sounds incongruous since i was SO wanting to O anyway! But it happened. i was forced. …. Let me tell you how and why it all came together….

The belt was off and David told me to lay down on the bed and spread my legs. Oh goodie! i get to finally Orgasm! Of course, he did not have to force me to comply!

He grabbed up the vibrating massage wand and said, “Time for some orgasm control work.” Wait. What? O control?!? That implies i DON’T get to O!

He turned it on low and started teasing me. He didn’t put it straight onto my clit, but rather flirted with a little touch and then pull away and then repeat. He put it to the side, then the other side. He looked me straight in the eye to gauge my reactions too.

After about one minute (NOT long!) he put the tip of the wand straight onto my clit and held it there. i flinched and bucked my hips automatically, causing the wand to move free of its target.

That’s when he asked me, “why did you do that? You shouldn’t move” and he did it again. And i did it again. It was involuntary that my hips were moving. The intensity of the wand straight onto my clit was just too much for me to control my body movements.

That’s when he laid across my lower abdomen, pressing my hips into the mattress so that i was pinned there and unable to buck around.

He turned the wand vibration up a notch. Then it went straight onto my clit again. He held it there and forced me to stay still and unable to buck it away. Then he moved it straight onto my pussy opening and pressed it hard there, so that it started to penetrate my hole. It was halfway up into me in a matter of seconds.

i felt the orgasm rising. i squeaked out the words, “Please Sir, may i cum?”

No response. i wasn’t sure if he heard me and ignored me, or if he didn’t hear at all. The need to orgasm was rising ever so quickly. i needed an answer!

So i repeated it, “Pleaseeeee Sir, i need to orgasm…. NOW.”

i heard “NO.”

It brought tears to my face. Not sad ones, but ones of almost panic. Tears of, “i can’t hold out! How can i hold this in any longer?? Pleaseeeee!!”

And then i heard, “NOW cum for me!”

And boy did i! It was huge! It was glorious and wonderful!

But the wand didn’t move, nor did David move from laying on me. He continued without a second of delay. i begged, “NO, Sir. Please Stop. Or pause. Or something. i can’t do this. i need a break to recover.”

And i heard, “No!” and the wand stayed in its place. He was moving it from my opening to my clit and back. It was unrelenting and unforgiving. It was intense and constantly touching my clit or my pussy hole or surprisingly he managed to touch both at the same time too!

It began to feel like torture to my puss! It started to hurt in a matter of a few more seconds. It was a good pain overall, but the intensity was so great, it was indeed painful. i begged him to stop, “Please Sir, it’s hurting.”

He said, “No! Cum for me again! Now!”

And i did.

Another Orgasm… this time a forced orgasm…. Came out of me.

And he didn’t stop there either! i couldn’t even form words at that point then as he still didn’t stop. The wand kept up its assault on my pussy as it moved around, but never stopped.

And another. …. Forced orgasm… flowed out.

And another too!

In my head i was begging for it to stop…. AND for it to continue. i couldn’t decide which one would be best. i also couldn’t form words out loud as my eyes rolled back in my head, my body stopped tightening up, and i just started to relax into the intensity of it all. i accepted Sir’s control, the feelings that washed over me, and relaxed into it.

The orgasms were quite literally continuous.

Another forced orgasm and another and another all flowed out.

i lost count. i think it was 5 or 6 or 7 even, but i can’t say for sure because i couldn’t say where one stopped and another started!

The pain AND pleasure was exquisite.

It was amazing!

When he finally turned off the wand, he moved off of my body and smiled at me. He kissed my tingling lips and said, “welcome home to me!”

My eyes had long since rolled back in my head, my body was tingling from my lips to my toes, my pussy was throbbing in rolling muscle spasms, and i couldn’t speak aloud. i did hear myself think, “yes, welcome home to ME Sir!”

i laid there recovering for a good 5-10 minutes as he prepared for bed, and he then got in bed beside me, and snuggled up to me. While i wasn’t moving during that time, my mind was alert. i knew exactly where he was and what he was doing as i tried to recover enough to be able to thank him properly.

He asked, “Did you expect that?”

“Uh…. NO Sir, i did NOT. Thank you Sir!!”

“How’s that for orgasm control? I’d say I controlled every one of those orgasms! Did I not?”

“Oh yes Sir, you most definitely did!”

“Good! Getting where we both want now!” (Where i only orgasm at his command and not before or after… or of my own volition/hand/masturbation.)

“Yes Sir.”

It still took me about another 5-10 to feel “back to normal,” but by then, i was SO exhausted i just closed my eyes and went off to sleep.

Now today, it occurred to me that what happened was a FORCED ORGASM(s). i decided to find and re-read the exact same article that i had read when researching the topic long ago. The lightbulb clicked on in my head. THIS is exactly what happened to me!

Here is the article: Forced orgasms per Healthline

Did you click on it and read that linked article? It won’t take but another minute, but i won’t FORCE you to! Lol.

Exactly how the article describes it, is exactly what happened!

Because i am doubting you actually read the article….. Part of the article says this ….

So for people with vulvas, forced orgasm usually entails (consensually) making them orgasm over and over and over and over without a come-down period between each orgasm”, explains Carly S., a kink-inclusive sex educator and founder of Dildo or Dildon’t, a pleasure product review and sex educational platform.

It could look like having the receiver tied down while their partner holds a high-powered vibrator against their body, eliciting orgasm after orgasm,” says Carly S.

T – H – I – S is exactly what happened. i got no come-down period, he held me in place, held a high powered vibrator and elicited (a lot) of orgasms at his will, not mine. He FORCED the orgasms out of me!

N-O-W i get it…. the concept and the way that the words “forced” and “orgasm” go together! And maybe you do too. Or maybe you already understood and it wasn’t a question… if you did though, why didn’t you force me to understand already?! Ha.

Okay, now i have to force myself off the couch, to the shower, and to work. Yes, going to work is sometimes a forced activity… apparently the same as what a forced orgasm can sometimes be too!

Hugs,

Marie

242 – Hair or no hair, that was the question!?!

In a recent post, i told you about how after our separation (for vacation) our D/s dynamic seems to (thankfully!) be running smoothly once more.

i also told you about how i ASSUMED Sir was joking when he made an offhand comment to “leave the hair.” The pubic hair that i didn’t shave at all when i was on vacation. The hair that had grown to a “long stubble” stage. It wasn’t terribly long, but certainly longer than it had been in a LOT of years too!

The same pubic hair that i immediately shaved off upon my return home. The same hair that washed down the drain, that just as i was out of the shower, David saw. After seeing his clean pussy he asked me, “Did you really just ignore me?”

And i was in shock. i made the assumption he was just joking. i made an ass out of me, but definitely not out of him. His directive was extremely clear, and i clearly didn’t listen or obey.

But i haven’t had even that much (long stubble) hair between my legs in probably about 10-years now. i couldn’t tell you what natural color it is, if it’s thick or thin, if it’s curly or not, because it’s been THAT long since i have seen it! So i just assumed he truly was just joking.

i honestly don’t remember when i started taking the hair off, via waxing, but it’s been a longggggg time. After i got tired of “the process” of waxing, including making appointments, spending money, opening my legs to a stranger (who wasn’t going to be fucking me)….. i wondered if shaving would be better.

The thing about waxing is that it gets me baby-bottom smooth, that lasts for about a week. Then the stubble starts and grows for another week. Then it’s finally long enough for the wax to attach and pull it out in about another week (or two). A total of a 4-week process, where really only one week is good and the rest are not.

Comparing that to shaving…..

A shave is close, but not as close as waxing, so not completely as smooth as the waxing. And it only lasts for 1-3 days, when the stubble starts to grow back in. But shaving in the shower is already happening with the legs, so it’s not too much more of an effort to just keep on going right up and over the puss too! This keeps it cleaner every day but not quite as good as the first few days of the waxing either.

So probably about 5’ish years ago, i asked David his opinion and preference. He told me he loves his pussy to be clean and smooth, but preferred the shave over the wax as it was more clean for more days than the waxing, and of course, a lot cheaper too.

**In February 2020, David approved for me to start doing the laser hair removal. i started it at that time and was about 3-sessions in when Covid hit. Ugh! And i just haven’t gone back now. Maybe i should reconsider doing that again too.

Anyhoo… in my last post i mentioned the predicament i found myself in… to ask or not to ask was the first and biggest question, but if i didn’t ask, do i you assume the recent “leave the hair” directive is still applicable, or do i assume the standing directive to shave it all off is back in effect?

So this morning, i decided that before i went any further and before i showered (and shaved) the best course of action was to NOT assume anymore and to simply just ask!

Communication is always the key to any relationship…. Friends, co-workers, family, and in a D/s marriage for sure…. including this particular situation too!

His response was simple. He said, “I haven’t decided yet.”

While that answer is quite straightforward, the resulting action for me isln’t quite so straightforward.

i took that to mean, “do nothing until I give you further instructions….” So i did not shave this morning.

He is preparing to go to the airport to fly out for a few days for work. i suspect he will not think about hair or no hair in his absence. Sooooo in some ways, his lack of decision is a decision!

Because i will not shave again until directed to!

i may enjoy seeing all the pubic hair come in…. Or …. i may well be repulsed by it! As he may also!

Maybe he will use the hair to his advantage …. i am bad, need to be punished, he says lay down on my back and spread my legs, and uses a tweezers to pull them out. (Tweezers to pull hair hurts! They sometimes missed hairs with the waxings and finished the process with the tweezers. So i know first hand it hurts!)

i doubt all that though. If i were to guess, the hair will come in to a longgggg stubble in another week or two, start to be just entirely tooooo bushy, and he will give the directive to shave it off.

Time will tell. But what i know for sure is that i won’t be assuming anything he says is a joke or sarcasm again.

While ultimately this was a “little thing,” in and of itself, i learned a lesson this week that my husband truly is in charge, his words are meaningful, and this time…. It’s all him and not me.

As i also told you recently, i gave up on this D/s type of relationship and decided to wait for David to decide if it was right for him. Now i know for sure, it’s HIM and not me, this time. This time, things are different and it’s a good different!

By calling me out on something like this, that previously he wouldn’t have probably (much) cared about, is such great progress forward. This is exactly what i have prayed and waited for and now i know that our D/s relationship truly is in fact on track to be better than ever!!

Now i truly am becoming the best submissive wife i can be, where my only real job is to listen and obey… every time. And i love that position i find myself in! And the overwhelming positive flood of emotions i feel from it!

Hair or no hair, my world couldn’t be better …. Except, of course, the fact that i did orgasm without permission. And after 24-hours of lying in my guilt, i decided to own it and told David. Unfortunately i waited a full 24-hrs to own it, AND i also owned it when he was about 1,000 miles away from home for another 2-days too.

His response was but a single word…. A “hmm.” (Is that even a word?!)

When David gets home, i may be regretting that decision (to orgasm without permission) …. but i will NEVER regret becoming his submissive wife!

Hugs,

Marie

240 – Being apart; Vacation time

i can’t remember the last time that David & i were away from one another as long as we recently were. It may have been next to never that we’ve been apart for nearly 2-full-consecutive weeks!

Our son and i went on a school-sponsored group trip to the UK, where some of his fav friends & fav teachers were on the trip with us too. We only just got back yesterday from being away 12-days. David did his own thing for the duration.

It was a great trip where we constantly on the go, where we went and saw so very much. When i say on the go CONSTANTLY, i mean we got in bed at midnight, out the door at 7a, and logged between 6-10 miles (20,000+ steps) daily.

i barely had time to even greet David with a text, let alone a phone call or a proper conversation. While i knew he was ok with it and understood, what would that mean for our D/s (only recently headed back onto the correct tracks!) relationship? Only time would tell!

Upon arriving home, i was so apprehensive but hopeful!

i was so pleasantly surprised to see he slid right into his Dominant role, and i into my sub role, without much issue or difficulty at all. After such a long lay off for the first MANY months earlier this year, i was praying this separation would be good and not bad. i prayed we would pick up where we left off, not revert back to where we had been.

When i got home, little things were said to me that let me know that i am his submissive wife and he is my Dominant husband. All quite good and pleasing to my ears.

One of the biggest examples, which shocked me really and was not so good, was he told me not to shave off the pubic hair that had grown in while on my vacation. i actually thought he was joking, since of course, i have been hairless for years now. In fact, (small squirrel trail here…), i used to wax it off. But several years ago, after having a discussion where i asked him, “would you rather have me waxed bald and super clean every few weeks for about a week, or, have it shaved off daily but possibly miss some, but mostly clean daily?” …he chose daily shaving so i have shaved daily ever since.

Now add to those thoughts that before i left, i said that i wasn’t planning to shave while on vacation and his response was, “That’s fine, so long as I never see it,” implying that as soon as I’m back home and in his presence it was shaved off.

So with my assumption that he was indeed joking when he said the words to leave the hair, with my first shower at home, all hair was shaved off clean. And i was wrong. You know where you get when you assume…. Yeah, well, it made a disobedient not-so-submissive wife of me!

He said, “Seriously? You already are aiming to be spanked and you haven’t even been home a full 24-hours yet?”

i obviously backpedaled to explain why i was sure he was joking and i just got a smirk and a “hmm” response. i did manage to escape punishment, which may or may not have been a good thing, but it was but a few short hours home and i was (pleasantly) reminded who is in charge too! And i had zero desire to start back home with discipline too!

[Another squirrel trail…. now though i am unclear what to do about the hair…. Do i let it grow back in? If i do that, i would be back to where he apparently wanted me to be, but is that now “too late!” Do i shave as always? That would be continuing to ignore the directive and continuing the assumptions that shaving is the right answer, which were clearly incorrect! Do i ask for clarification? But would that just be bugging and obnoxious of me, provoking annoyance on his part toward me, causing more trouble?! i am in a predicament now….. to which today i will need an answer before the shower comes! Not clear yet which way i will lean!]

Routine and pattern are so critically important for me. Really, i think for him too, but that’s not exactly my place to speculate i suppose. The knowledge of what it is i am to do, how to act, what to say (or not), etc comes so easy when i know. And with my natural tendency is to be submissive (and his natural one to Dominate too!), being in a D/s relationship with consistency is necessary to have harmony! But when we take lay offs, it is (usually) a challenge to get it back. i was SO happy that it seems this time will NOT be a challenge!

So you can imagine how pleasing it was to hear when Sir said today we are going to resume Maintenance Spankings. That’s such a weird thing to be pleased about…. Being spanked. You’d think it would be less pleasing and not more. But again, routine and familiarity is so soothingly comforting for me, i welcome it!

While being spanked – for discipline or maintenance- truly does sting my ass in a huge way for sure, overall it gets me in the right submissive mindset. i would say being a submissive is more about the mental mind aspect than it is about the physical ass-spanked aspect. Of course, the spanked ass works in concert to get my mental mind in the right place, so the spanking serves its purpose and reaches my ultimate goal…. To be the best submissive wife i can be!

i have spoken several times about maintenance, but it’s worth saying here and now that “practice makes perfect.” That’s true for David and his confidence in being in control as well as perfecting his technique, but also for me in my acceptance of it. To be naked is to be exposed. To be spanked is to be humbled. To accept it with grace is to be submissive!

But it hurts….. my ass burns afterward. Frequently it feels on the raw-side. It stings and is hit to the touch for a good long time. Suffice it to say i do not enjoy the spanking or the pain that results, but i accept it.

And practice makes perfect. And routine is good. i feel utterly relieved now that our D/s with DD (domestic discipline) relationship appears to be alive and well.

i am grateful we are able to come home after being apart such an extended time, and that all is the way it should be! ❤️

Hugs,

Marie

238 – 1st spanking in 2022.

It was bound to happen.

Me doing something that deserved discipline.

i screwed up.

And i really must say, i was relieved that this ended in discipline. NO, i didn’t WANT to be spanked, but i did deserve it. And thankfully, my Sir responded to the situation with the best solution possible.

He used the paddle. My ass was turned a very bright red tonight.

For the first time in more than 6-months, the paddle collided with my ass repeatedly. It was well overdue and frankly, more than once i had already deserved this but it wasn’t until today that i was disciplined for my actions.

And let me tell you…. It HURT!

W-H-A-T happened?

Yeah, so our son’s car needed new tires. We’ve talked about it for a few weeks already. It was decided that since the best place to get the tires was just 2-miles from my office, that today i would drive his car to work, get the new tires, and all would be good.

As i was packing up this morning to head out, i said goodbye and David said, “you are driving his car right?”

We had not spoken at all about this plan for about 2-days now and in that time, i had forgotten. It must have shown on my face as before i even responded verbally, David said, “you DO remember, right?”

i did not. He had to remind me by saying, “Son. Car. New tires. Today….”

Oh yeah. Ok. That.

“Yes, of course i am still driving his car and going to get new tires.”

An hour later, the new tires were on, i paid, and left.

i wasn’t but about 2-blocks away from the tire shop, headed to my office for the day, when my phone rang. It was David.

i answered and he said, “WHY did you use your credit card to pay for the tires?”

[He gets texts for any charge in excess of $200 on any of my cards…. He says it’s for security purposes, but i won’t lie, i think it’s also about keeping me on budget too. He while I don’t think i need him checking on me like this, it’s nothing i will ever get to be changed either. Ok, maybe another blog post topic here… back to this one though….]

At that very moment, i was confused. My exact thought was, “i wasn’t going to steal the tires. How else was i suppose to pay?”

Before i could respond aloud he said, “I told you to put it on their store credit card that we have so we would get 6-months no interest, no payments. There’s no reason to pay the money now if we don’t need to.”

Oh yeah. Ok. That. [Second time in 2-hours i have thought those words!]

This time though, i actually said the words aloud too. In addition, i also said, “i will call and see if it can be moved from my card to the store card.”

And what i heard back was, “Yes, you will! You need to see if you can fix this.”

i just said, “Yes Sir.”

With that, i heard a click. He hung up. i wasn’t surprised. i’d probably have done the same if things were reversed.

Not even 10-minutes later i get a text, “is it fixed?” i had barely had enough time to get back to my office and get the call made so i had not had enough time to get him [i think he assumed I would forget to call. Reasonable assumption given the way the morning was going!]

That’s when I had to say, “well… not exactly Sir.”

This is when i had to also tell him that the store had told me that David had to go to the store with the card or his ID directly because the card was officially in his name and even though we have a joint account, they can’t “just move a charge to another person’s card when the person isn’t here to accept the charge.” This is a pet peeve of mine. When it is a joint account in their system AND on the card, why exactly is it that i am not authorized to use it?! Whatever… back to this blog again….

And the response i got back from David was, “hmm”

Then some time later, David texted again, “are you saying I have to go fix this for you?”

“Unfortunately, Yes.”

“I see. Do I need the receipt/paperwork?”

“No.”

Another few minutes later, “I’m going now. This better not be a waste of my time!”

This is where i started to second-guess… what if the clerk i spoke to didn’t get the facts right, do i need to meet David over there now to explain my side, since i have the paperwork/ receipt, maybe i ought to go give it to David now…… Please Dear God let this all work out. Amen!

About 30-more minutes, “you are lucky. I got it fixed. But we will talk about this when you get home tonight.”

Thank you God!

“Thank you Sir. Understood.”

Not another thing was said until i was home, but not even immediately then either.

i was anxious about it as soon as i walked in the door and he could tell. i wasn’t sure if i should say something or not. i wasn’t sure if i were to say something, what exactly that would be either.

Nothing was said. At all. i began to wonder if he just forgot. Or maybe it was forgiven.

We ate dinner, started watching tv, and nothing. i began to be disappointed. I didn’t exactly want to be disciplined, but i knew if he did it, i fully deserved it. AND it would be of his own accord, as opposed to him role-playing the script i had set forth (as in how it was before.). This was a test for our entire D/s relationship actually! This was a pivotal form in the road, and I needed to be patient to see which path David would take.

As well, the opposite was true. If he did not mention the situation, act upon the discipline needed, and it was never mentioned again, i was going to have to accept that too.

Either way… i was sure i’d shed tears tonight …. i just wasn’t sure what the catalyst would be.

Then all of a sudden the one tv show he had turned on was over and he said, “ready to talk?”

“Yes Sir.”

“You agree a spanking is necessary, correct?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Then I will let the paddle speak for itself.”

“Yes Sir.”

So i Assumed The Position, for the first time in more than 6-months. And i waited. And i prayed. “Lord, please provide me with the ability to listen to David as he speaks. Please help me to accept this discipline with grace. Please help David to deliver the exact right number of spanks that will cause me remorse and regret, so i learn from this. Please help him to have confidence in his delivery, to know this is needed and good, and will bond us closer once again.”

And the door opened. Here we go…..

He picked up the paddle, that was resting in its place… on my butt. i immediately cringed and instinctively tensed all my muscles, expecting to immediately feel that first blow. Instead of feeling the paddle though, instead he spoke aloud.

“Are you ready for this?”

“i accept this, but i do not think i am ready for it.”

He asked why was i not ready and i said, “because it has been more than 6-months.”

He said, “Do you think it’s going to hurt?”

“i have NO doubt it will hurt.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

He knew i was consenting. He knew i knew it was deserved. He knew i knew he was my dominant Sir.

That was when i felt it. The paddle collided with my ass for the first time in 2022!

i flinched hard. i bit my bottom lip.

And the words, “oh Fuck that hurt!” formed on my lips. Thankfully i said it quiet enough he did not hear. He hates cuss words. And he especially would have hated me saying it with regard to this spanking. And even more especially with the first swat too! i was clearly NOT accepting this with grace and immediately knew i had to change my thoughts.

By the time i thought all that, another and another, and ANOTHER spank hit my uncovered bottom.

i heard him say, “So the next time I tell you to do something are you going to forget?”

Was i really this forgetful? Or am i selfish to where i just didn’t care enough to slow down enough to pay attention. Neither is a good answer.

Smack

SMACK!

S-M-A-C-K!!

“I asked you a question. Are you ignoring me? That is NOT a wise decision!”

i was NOT ignoring him, but rather trying to form words between the spanks. i find it hard to focus on the words as i am being spanked where my mind is racing with all sorts of things (as noted above), not to mention things like, “Do NOT move. Stay in position!”

i finally muttered, “i am not ignoring you Sir. i will remember next time.”

“Do you realize you would have cost us a lot of money if I couldn’t have fixed this?”

Smack

SMACK

“Yes Sir.”

That’s when he held the paddle against my ass for a second. Whenever he does that, i know he’s pausing the swats for a second and i was grateful for the slow down. This time though, it wasn’t a pause or a break, it was to give a punctuation mark to the next set of spanks. Without preamble, he pulled the paddle back and smacked me about 5-times in rather rapid succession.

To be clear, while the paddle had rained down on my pour naked ass quite frequently at this point, i was abundantly aware he was NOT using any real force. He was indeed “letting the paddle speak for itself.”

“And do you realize I asked you to do this because it was easy and convenient for both of us really? Me going up there to fix your problem was not ideal or convenient whatsoever!”

He pulled the paddle away and i flinched. i flinched without even getting hit yet. i just anticipated it and moved instinctively, as if on command.

He asked, “why are you flinching when the paddle isn’t even touching you?”

“Anticipation Sir.”

The tears were forming, but not yet flowing.

i was trying to cry. i wanted the tears to flow freely. Yes, it hurt me physically AND mentally to be spanked tonight but this was a GOOD hurt and a GOOD cry that was needed. i needed to feel the release of emotion.

As he then held the paddle against my ass, he asked me, “do you think you’ve learned? Will this happen again?”

i paused as I thought, “The tears haven’t flowed yet. i need him to keep going to get these tears and this release to come.” But then, is that me topping from the bottom again? Do i deserve to feel this cathartic emotional release? Do i trust him to know when enough is enough?

“Yes Sir, i have learned. No Sir, this will not happen again. i will pay more attention to you.”

“G-O-O-D!” he said, with the layering on of one more good, hard, and final SMACK of the paddle.

That’s when he sat me up and said, “we are done. You are forgiven. Now go swim in our pool! Get the sting out!”

“Thank you Sir. i love you!”

After confirming his love too, he grabbed my hand and we went outside to our backyard. He was fully dressed and i had nothing on at all. He motioned me toward the pool and said, “now go on in!” And so i did.

He sat on the chair and watched me swim naked. He took my picture at some point too. i have yet to see that picture. That’s ok.

We were both pleased.

i expected the tears were going to flow tonight. They never did, but nearly did. i am just grateful it was a good tearing-up and not a bad one! i am glad i got the very red, expected-to-be-sore-tomorrow ass that i deserved.

i am now (incredibly) hopeful that our D/s relationship is seemingly back on track… or maybe not on the same track, but a better one… time will tell. For the first time in 6-months, i am hopeful again too!

Cheers!

(i pray the first 2023 spanking post isn’t 6-months into the year! While we have been doing this now since late 2018, i didn’t blog a ton at first and didn’t actually start posting a “first of the year spank” post until 2020….. but if you want to read about my other firsts for that yesr, for at least for the few most recent years, here ya go: …..2021 – 1st spanking – Jan 10 and 1st spanking – 2020 – Jan 9 )

Hugs,

Marie