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54 – Maintenance – rushing home : worst spanking ever

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Maintenance hurts… i know i’ve said that before.

But.

i still look forward to it every Friday. Rarely am i not in the mood for it. It brings us together. It relieves stress. It starts the weekend out right.

In fact, i am racing home from work right now because Sir texted saying he was heading home and (if possible – which it is!), i need to meet him there and “get (myself) ready and in position.”

So i am headed home to have my weekly date with my Sir and let him wield the paddle to my bottom.

And i simply could NOT be any happier! Even though i KNOW it WILL hurt! ❤️

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And one hour later i can honestly tell you, tonight’s maintenance session was the hardest spanking i have ever received.

David said, “I had a crappy day and I have a lot of stress to unwind. I have never gotten you to say yellow or red, and I want to find out just exactly how much it will take. It is not a punishment, but it will be a strong maintenance session that will unwind us both, on your ass and my mind. Are you prepared?”

My sole response, “Yes Sir”

And he did exactly as he said he would.

Since i knew he would go long and hard, i tried to count the swats in my head. He never makes me count out loud, and most of the time i pray in my head about acceptance, grace, and mercy. But tonight, i counted.

And i lost count. At 125.

Not all were huge swings and propel-me-forward kinda of swats. But i can tell you ALL of them were intentional and purposeful.

And i called out yellow. Meaning “slow down, please”

And he did. And still went a bit more.

Now i am sitting in the car, while riding to dinner, and we are both super relaxed. And my ass is on F-I-R-E!! Like it has NEVER been before.

And yet… if he said “bend over now!” i would do it again.

Love my submissive, domestic disciplined life! ❤️

Hugs,
Marie

32 – out in public on high beam.

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So i really thought i was going to embrace the braless thing. i really thought it would be good. i even thought i had an inner exhibitionism side.

A week in, and i can tell you i don’t.

Well, let me clarify… i LOVE doing as i’m directed and i love being braless….. AT HOME.

Out in public: BIG FAT NO!

Tonight we went to a relatively nice, sit down restaurant. And my nipples were out on high beam. With our son sitting beside me. So right there, i was uncomfortable.

David says, “he’s a boy and needs to know women can be sexy”. But “women” and “your mom” are NOT the same! And to that, he responded with, “you are his mom, yes, but also my wife!”

And as if it couldn’t be any worse…. low and behold… we see people we know! (Geez!). Well, i pretend i don’t see them at first, but that did no good because Sir DID see them and he went to say hello. To which he made me also go and be social too.

So here they are, sitting down and here i am, standing up. EYE level with my boobs. 👀

They of course made no mention of it, in fact, quite the opposite….telling me how great it is to see me. (ALL of me is all i can really think!)

i tried hard to “act normal”, but what ultimately happens when you are acting? Well, if you are an actor in the theaters, it looks normal, but for the rest of us… it looks strange. Very strange.

But it was at that moment that i knew this wasn’t my thing. But it was also at that moment that Sir knew it WAS his. He smiled big. i made him happy.

So i guess this IS my thing…because it is his thing… which makes it my thing.

i guess i need to learn to submit more willingly. 🤔. Ok, Maybe tomorrow. 🤣. At least now we are home and the girls can hang freely and happily without being “seen”.

Hugs,

Marie

29 – Vacation discipline

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Often on vacation with family, it’s hard to be disciplined. Sometimes though it happens. Today wasn’t a “you’ve been bad and need to be spanked” discipline, but rather a “how much can you control yourself” discipline.

What does that mean??

Glad you asked…. I’ll tell ya!

We were in the hotel room (two beds, one room, 15-yr old in the next bed over) and Sir started pinching my nipples. And he was trying to make it hurt to where i let out a cry, a yelp, a something. i was determined to NOT make a single sound. So instead, i bit my lip and told myself to get wet for him. Because almost invariably, his hand will grow tired of playing with the nipples and move south.

I wanted to be wet for him when he touched that pussy that ultimately belongs to him! But of course, i am not allowed to touch it when he’s about to. So while my nipples were burning with the pain from the pinching he was doing, i focused on being wet for him.

When his hand moved south, i was ready. It made me proud to make him happy to find me ready for his touch. i knew there’d be nothing more than his fingers this morning touching me, but that was all good as i needed him and any attention he could give.

We proceeded to play a sort of game of chicken… who will flinch first. And i was determined to please him. So the faster his fingers played and flicked at my clit, the wetter i got, the more i bit my lip, and the more still i became.

He was trying to hurt it so that i would cry out, but it was a challenge and i refused to disgrace him and his authority. After he flicked my clit for awhile, i could tell it was swollen and sensitive. He gave it a bit of a break by immediately plunging 4-fingers deep into my cunt. And he was pressing inside deep and hard. My pussy was full! But he kept pressing. (It is a goal for both of us to eventually get his entire fist in there and be able to push in and out filling it so completely full, but we haven’t reached that milestone …. yet!).

He kept alternating between deep inside and pinching and flicking on the clit.

He whispered in my ear that i could cum all i wanted and that was my saving grace. And boy did i! It wasn’t long until i was shaking uncontrollably and felt numerous orgasms build and release. It became a continuous spill of cum from what we both knew was HIS pussy. It responded the way he wanted. He’s in control of everything, including how well his pussy responds to his touch.

And i was pleased to perform …. in silence… and compliance…. and enjoy the attention.

More please Sir! Anytime!

Hugs,

Marie