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26 – i asked for a spanking

Written by Marie on May 31, 2019. Posted in Maintenance, Spanking, Submission, Uncategorized. No Comments on 26 – i asked for a spanking

Technically speaking, i asked David to tell me “how serious” he was about DD, because if he wasn’t, i wanted to know and if he was.. well,…. i wanted to know.

i didn’t have the courage to actually ask him face-to-face, so i did what everyone else would do… i texted. 😉

Me: “so i understand why we’ve gotten away from DD as of late, but i miss it. And i understand if you say no, but if you are still wanting this type of marriage/life, i am asking to be spanked.”

Silence.

No text back.

He hasn’t even read it. Yet.

Can i delete this? “Recall”?

Am I stupid? Why do i WANT to be spanked?

Seriously?

Oh …. he read it… oh there’s the three ….’s….he’s texting… . what will his answer be? Why do i feel anxious about this?

Sir: “there’s more to discipline than JUST spankings, you know?!”

Me:

thinking: oh wow. Careful what you ask for.

Texting: yes Sir.

Maybe things are back on track ….soon… ready or not, here we go! And that means a sore butt…. but happiness galore!

20 – COMPLETELY ANGRY!

Written by Marie on October 9, 2018. Posted in Punishment, Spanking. 1 Comment on 20 – COMPLETELY ANGRY!

i’ll get right to the point. i got ANGRY at Sir tonight.

He did something to “help” me, that had i KNOWN he had done it already, i wouldn’t ahve ALSO done it. ALL he had to do was TELL ME. But he didn’t. And that caused me to do about 3 hours of extra work that was duplicating efforts for NO Reason.

He didn’t mean to not tell me. But he didn’t.

Like everyone, we are all so busy in life, that spending THREE HOURS doing something that didn’t need to be done at all, seems like a complete waste. And i couldn’t help but think, “all he had to do was TELL ME!” But he did NOT.

He knew i was mad too.

But here’s where PRE-DD and POST-DD resulted in a VERY different outcome.

Let me tell you what would’ve happened – PRE-DD.

i would have said, “WHY didn’t you tell me? You KNEW that was important. If you’d told me it would have saved me a LOT of time! Seriously, I’m ANGRY at you!”

And he would’ve said, “I did the work. So I didn’t tell you I did it. I did it to help you! It got done! If you wanted to know, you should’ve asked!”

And me, “It didn’t help me for you to do it if I didn’t KNOW you did it! And as to me Asking you…. How would I even KNOW to ask – ‘hey, did you do this thing we never even talked about, and I planned to do because I’m responsible for but that you may have decided to do it anyway’ – REALLY???”

And from there – we would have gotten in a fight where he would’ve said things about how i’m not grateful, i just want to complain, that i am always grumpy and nagging, that i always see the negatives.

And i would’ve come back with things like he never takes responsibility for his actions, that he could’ve communicated with me, and now he refuses to see that his failure to communicate is the real problem here, and he should apologize.

And he wouldn’t.

And we would have the silent treatment and sulk and be angry for the rest of the evening!

NOW let me tell you what did happen – POST-DD.

He knew i was mad. But i just held my tongue. i said NOTHING.

Until…..

He said, “What? What do you want to say?”

i said, “i’m not going to tell you what i’m thinking because it will come out ALL wrong and i’ll just end up in the bedroom with a red ass!”

He said, “You are really pretty much there already with that tone! So you may as well speak your mind!” (And his anger was starting to rise, but not ‘quite’ there yet).

i said, “i’m so angry right now, but i don’t want to tell you anything. And if i’m already headed to the bedroom….. (and i paused and said)…. let’s just go now and get it over with!” (in a fairly angry, about to explode tone, but not ‘quite’ there yet).

Since our son was out of the house at the time, i stripped naked while stomping to the bedroom and just dropped a trail of clothes along the way.

i didn’t look him in the eye, say a word, or acknowledge a thing.

He laughed. That made me madder!

i put my hands on the bed, spread my legs shoulder-width apart, looked down, and was determined to NOT MOVE!

And he had the paddle already in his hand. He swung it hard. It instantly hurt. But i refused to move! i didn’t even flinch!

And he swung it again. Hard again. Wow. It hurt. But i still did NOT move.

A third time and a fourth and a fifth. i counted. Not outloud because Sir doesn’t require it, but in my head.

My butt was on fire already!

Is it my imagination or is he swinging harder than ever before? Does he WANT to make me use the safe word? — i’ve not used it yet — so maybe this is his time to get it to come out?!

Six. And i flinched. But it hurt.

Seven. And i flinched even more. Okay, so my butt is on fire.

And THEN – EIGHT – HURTTTTTTTTTT! A LOTTTTTTT. WOW. That was THE worst yet! i just know David put more force into that one! And i almost hit the ceiling – hands came off the bed, legs went perfectly straight – i was standing upright.

He said nothing.

i took about 3-4 seconds to collect myself and i resumed the position.

NINE – OMG – is it even possible to be even MORE painful? okay, i’m thinking how many more can i take without safe-wording and how much more power is he going to put into the next swing?

Tears came to my eyes. First time EVER for that!

TEN – Just as bad.

ELEVEN – same as Ten. My butt is burning and on fire for sure. how many more?!

TWELVE – Okay, more intense again. i stood up with tears in my eyes and with a pleading voice squeaked out, “Please Sir, can we be done?”

With that he said, “Are you still mad?”

okay, so i kinda wasssss still mad, but not nearly like before.

And i told him that. He said, “Do you think you can calm down (the rest of the way) or should we keep going?”

And i responded with, “Yes Sir, i believe i can. And i’m sorry i got so mad”.

BONUS:

That’s when he put the paddle away, hugged and kissed me, said he loved me and he was happy that THIS was how this ended. And after that, we talked. About the original task. He apologized for not realizing that i didn’t know and not telling me. He thanked me for not yelling or starting a fight. He recognized that i held my tongue (mostly) and that the way i controlled myself was significantly better than it would’ve been without DD.

And i thanked him also for working the anger out in a positive way. i thanked him for the spanking. For being in control. For knowing how to use force when needed. (David admitted that he used more forceful swats tonight than he has ever before).

So instead of fighting, we talked. Reasonably and positively.

We both agreed that Post-DD is significantly better than Pre-DD.
We are NEVER going back!

NO fighting. NO residual anger. It happened, it was dealt with, and the rest of the evening has been pleasant!

And NOW he made me popcorn and brought it to me for me to watch the fall season opener of my favorite tv show! 🙂

(Oh and in case you are wondering – more than an hour later, i’m struggling to sit … my ass is SOOOOO RED!).

Final Score:

Pre-DD: 0, Post-DD: 1. Its a WIN for DD!

14 – Pleasure to pain.. in the same day.

Written by Marie on September 26, 2018. Posted in Domestic Discipline, Forced Orgasm, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Denial, Spanking, Submissive Wife, Uncategorized, Wife Spanking. 1 Comment on 14 – Pleasure to pain.. in the same day.

So i’ve had an interesting submissive day today … pain to pleasure…. in a mere 12 hours time too!

Let me tell you about my day….

i typically work from home on Wednesdays. i am never able to get done what i need to at the office so i work from home every Wed to try to make up for it. And the place won’t fall apart without me for ONE day. But today i had to go in for a meeting at 10:00. So i drug my feet and went there “late” (at 9:00).

Orgasm Control Training

But before i went, David took our son to school. And we recently – like this week – jointly decided we want to start doing (my ) orgasm control at his discretion.

Since the DD decision, i’ve had to ask to masturbate but he hasn’t told me when i can or can not cum. Until now.

i’ve read a lot of blogs now about it and there are people who can “cum on command“. The blog post said, “Right there in the middle of the bread aisle”. Interesting. i’m not sure i want to cum in the bread aisle, but i thought it was an awesome display of submissiveness, so i wanted it. YES, i asked for it!

Just a sidebar – i don’t know WHAT i was thinking when i agreed to this. In fact, it was MY IDEA! Sir said, “Careful what you wish for….” and i was like, “NO, i really want to do this for you, for us, and as a show of my submissiveness”. WELL, in my HEAD that sounded awesome, and frankly, coming out of my mouth it did too. And i was PROUD of my decision.

For about a whole minute.

That “Minute” was THE MINUTE i wanted to orgasm and Sir said no. (WHAT?! NO?!? You are kidding me, right?!?!).

But i digress… because THAT MINUTE was a few days ago…. so let me get back to this morning…..

So David took our son to school. He told me to “Lay on the bed, with the rabbit toy, and watch porn. Bring yourself to the EDGE and stop. DO NOT CUM. And do this the entire time i’m gone and i’ll tell you when to stop”.

Our son’s school is 20-minutes away – one way. So for 40-minutes i had to watch porn, and use the vibrator on myself but DO NOT CUM.

(REALLY, what was i thinking?!? Is it too late to retract my request to submit to Sir THIS MUCH? Maybe i could just submit with my clothes ON!?!?! YES?!?!?! LOL. Okayyyyyy…. fine… doing this thing).

When David got back, i was so insanely turned on. i could only hope that he’d allow me to cum … soon… like NOW.

My fear was that he’d not let me cum at all and i’d have to ‘get dressed and go to work now.’. But, he did not disappoint. He entered the bedroom and asked me if i had came while he was gone. i was like, “NO, i promise i haven’t, but Pleaseeeeeee Sir, may i cum now?”

NO.

ME: WHAT?!?! PLEASE!?!?

And he touched my clit. it was SO enlarged and swollen i almost jumped off the bed with the slightest touch. Then he took the porn away. Then he took the vibrator away. And he played with me himself. And he said, “CUM NOW”. And i did.

And then i went to work.

The next thing i know, i go from pleasure to pain…. in the same day.

THEN THE PADDLE

To tell you WHY i got paddled first…..

Sir and i have the same profession. He works for a firm and i work for myself. And from time to time, he helps me get through busy times at work by doing some review work for me. (He volunteers and i always take him up on it. He knows i need the help and he has the time and the skill set, so it is a win-win. And i love him for it!). So today was one of those days.

He reviewed two projects that were substantially the same, and when i got home, he was talking to me about the results. Well, i got confused about which project he was talking about because – it seemed to me anyway – that he was talking back and forth about both of them and i couldn’t keep up with the conversation.

Now, you’d think HE would be frustrated with me… like a “Keep up!” kind of comment. But i was frustrated with him! i had to say, “Are you talking about X or Y? i have no idea what you are talking about!”. And then he started talking. And i said with a very annoyed tone, “WHAT are you talking about?! i’m not listening until you clarify because i’m confused!”

So – WHAT i said was probably not allllll that bad — but the WAY i said it was so completely off base it wasn’t even funny. As soon as it came out of my mouth, and i felt the annoyance in my body language and realized how it sounded, i knew it was wrong.

But Sir didn’t say anything, so i acted like nothing happened.

We finished our convo and i was about to head outside to play ball/ fetch with the dog.

And that’s when he stopped me and said, “Do you think you were annoyed with me?”

Me: “Uhmmm…. yes Sir”.

Him: “Go to the bedroom”.

Oh geez – here we go….

i dropped my pants and put my hands on the bed, head down, feet on the floor, spread shoulder-width apart.

And i heard the bedside stand dresser draw open and close. The Paddle. Here it comes.

SMACK.

Me: (OUCH) —- “Please Sir, i’m sorry. i spoke to you poorly and let my frustration get the best of me. i will not let….

SMACK.

ME: “that happen again.”

SMACK.

Him: “WHY are you lying to me?”

SMACK.

Me: “What do you mean? Please Sir…. i promise”

SMACK.

Him: “I seriously doubt that you will ‘not let it happen again’”

ME: “Sir, i will do my best to….”

SMACK

ME: “… not let it happen again.”

SMACK.

ME: (Tears in my eyes, squirming….), “Thank you Sir”

Him: “That’s what I was waiting for.”

And he put the paddle away and held me in his arms and told me i was a Good Girl.

Back to Orgasm Control

With that, standing naked in the bedroom and in his arms, he reached down between my legs and put a finger inside me.

And said, “CUM NOW”.

And he pushed two fingers in and out and i grabbed his arm and held on to not fall.

And i came. Twice. THAT fast.

In “THAT MINUTE”… or “THIS MINUTE” … or “NOW”.

Conclusion:

NO matter what, through pleasure AND pain, and back again, i am his and he is mine. i will always submit to him and he will always control me.

And i welcome tomorrow….

With a sore, red ass.

Hugs and Kisses ~

Marie

10 – Focus already! … Red ass indeed

Written by Marie on September 21, 2018. Posted in Spanking, Uncategorized. 1 Comment on 10 – Focus already! … Red ass indeed

So David came home from his work-travel trip this week. And at the conclusion of our at-home family dinner he said very calmly and appropriately to me, “Go make yourself ready. Be prepared to tell me about your Transgressions.”

Well, i knew. But in my head i thought, “our son is home. Surely he won’t do anything while our son is home and awake and can hear. Maybe he didn’t mean ready for spanking, but maybe ready for bed?!” So I brushed my teeth.

Oops! Boy was i wrong! He came in and said, “Getting ready means brushing your teeth?!?!?” and i calmly responded, “Getting ready for bed does.” And he said, “do NOT test me!” (Ok, he was right. i knew. Even you knew. Right?!?)

So i stopped and dropped. My pants, panties, shirt, bra. Everything. And i calmly walked to the edge of the bed and placed my hands on the bed, with my feet firmly on the floor. He makes a point to tell me that my “heels are to remain on the floor at all times.” i almost never succeed in this, but i can keep trying!

As i waited for what came next, i felt his hand come up under my arm. He had recently bought some of the mini sized clothes pins. And he pinched them open and applied one to each nipple. And that’s when he got out the flogger. He hit me firmly with it exactly 5 times. It made a LOT of noise. i feared our son would hear. But if he did, he didn’t say anything. And between each swat, i had to tell him another Transgression.

Then he stood me up, thanked me for all that i had done right, forgave me for all that was not done correct, and all was forgiven. But the clothes pins were to stay for awhile longer as a reminder.

About an hour later, my nipples were swollen and throbbing, but i didn’t dare say a word. i did fear he’d maybe forgotten. But he had not and he finally relented and took them off. And OH-HOLY-HELL when they came off, the rush of blood back into the nipple caused some immediate pain! And then it subsided almost as fast. But wow, i wasn’t expecting that!

i was relieved that was all there was. And then we went to sleep.

That was 2-days ago.

Then yesterday. i was struggling to focus at all, on anything, at work yesterday. So i gave up at 3p and went home. When i got home, he was there as he frequently works from home. He asked me why i was home so i told him (the truth!) about being unable to focus.

And that’s when he said, “Go to the bedroom.” And i did. And i stripped. i prepared myself. This time to be spanked and not brushing my teeth! 😉

When he came in, he asked me if i knew why i was there. i responded with “i was unable to focus today and i need a mind readjustment.” He said, “very good. You were able to focus on that. Let’s see if you can focus on this.” And i felt the paddle come down …. hard… on my ass.

My ankles left the floor. And he fussed at me and then placed his foot on top of the arch of my foot, with a hand on the small of my back to force my feet (and heels) to stay down also.

He said, “You will respond with ‘i will focus’ between each swat. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir”.

SWAT.

“i will focus”

SWAT.

“i WILL focus”

SWAT.

“i PROMISE i WILL FOCUS!”

Him: “Are you sure? REALLY sure?”

SWAT.

“Yes Sir. i WILL FOCUS!”

Him: “Not good enough”

SWAT!

“i will focus”. This is where the tears were welling up in my eyes. But he didn’t know that as my head was down and not facing him. i know he HAD to have heard it in my cracking voice though.

He cared, but not enough to stop. He hadn’t driven home his point yet.

This continued for a total of somewhere around 15 swats. i’m not really sure, because i was simply FOCUSED on saying, “i will focus” and attempting (and failing!) to keep my ankles on the floor.

And with that, he said, “Let’s see how much you are really ready to focus. I’m sure there are emails you’ve neglected today in your lack of focus. Go answer emails now.”

i didn’t put on a single stitch of clothing. He didn’t say “Get dressed and then go answer emails” instead, i heard exactly what he said, “GO ANSWER EMAILS NOW.” That meant “FOCUS on exactly what I said and GO NOW!” and do not stop or pass go or collect $200. So i did.

And i started up my laptop. i opened email. And i more-or-less just sat there. i just wasn’t feeling the focus at all … still…

At least i can say i was trying to focus, which was more than i could say i’d done earlier in the day. But still, not really focused!

And he noticed.

BACK TO THE BEDROOM. NOW.

Here we go again. Oh yikes! Really, WHY did i do this to myself? i didn’t really set out to do this, it ‘just happened.’

And i assumed the position. i wondered how my ass was going to take this and if he’d show mercy on me. He did not.

SWAT.

“i will focus”

Him: “Really? That’s what you said last time. Not even 20 minutes ago!”

SWAT

“i will focus”

Him: “WHEN? Today or tomorrow? What is it going to take Marie?”

SWAT

“i will focus”

SWAT

“i will focus”

Him: “Ready to truly focus?”

SWAT

“i will focus. Yes Sir, i am.”

SWAT

“i really am ready to focus Sir.”

Again, i know it was around 10 total, but i wasn’t even focused on counting. He stood me up and said, “i want you to go set an alarm for 15-minutes. Do NOT get distracted by ANYTHING and read and respond to as many emails as you can in that time. I’m telling you again – Do NOT get distracted!”

“Yes Sir”

And i did! i succeeded this time!

i deserved a red ass

i really did. i know i did. i was not focused – on anything including being spanked and his attempts to help me RE-focus – and accomplished very little beforehand. But i did certainly want to please Sir and i wanted to focus. He definitely helped me to shut out the world, all the distractions, and FOCUS on one thing – my ass – okay, maybe a few things – the words, “i will focus” and pleasing my Sir.

Today my butt is sore. But my mind is FOCUSED.

While i needed to focus yesterday, today i’m reminded as my butt is a bit sore overall. i looked in the mirror and saw a couple of bruises. i suppose i deserved that too. i hope i can stay focused and not have to have a repeat of this session…. i suspect next time it would be even worse!

Hugs ~

Marie

4- Second Day (in a row) Second Spanking

Written by Marie on September 16, 2018. Posted in Spanking, Uncategorized. No Comments on 4- Second Day (in a row) Second Spanking

Hello ~

So i haven’t been here in a few days as “life” has gotten busy, as is typically the case for the weekends in anyone’s life! So there’s a bit of catching up to do…..

Second Spanking Second day in a Row.

Yes, i got two spankings two days in a row. But this one was sexually charged and wasn’t really a “true” spanking, in my opinion.

Back-story on how i landed here…

i have a full-time job. And sometimes i have to go to training for continuing education as a result. This time i had to go to a half-day training. And my husband works from home quite often, which was the case today (obviously since ‘virtual spanking’ isn’t a thing!)

So i was home by 2:00 pm. Our son had after-school activities and wasn’t to be home until 6:00 pm, which left me with several hours of ‘free-time’. Free-time can be good and bad…. too much and i get lazy but too little i get stressed. Either way, i have issues! Which is, in part, why DD is a better lifestyle for me than pre-DD. Because now, lazy and stress aren’t really tolerated and i have an outlet to get those behaviors to be dealt with.

Upon arriving home.

I greeted Sir with the familiar kiss on the cheek, and smile, and announced i was home. i asked him if he preferred clothes on or off… as we don’t have an official policy just yet. We are still new to DD, as i started blogging – literally – the day we officially started this… and while we will ultimately end up with a contract, we don’t have it in place yet and are still exploring what we like/ don’t and how this will be long-term .. and we are both okay and prefer it this way … for now anyway.

He said it was “entirely up to you” (me). i was a bit disappointed in this as i want him to make decisions, be in control, tell me what to do, take away my ability to ‘think too much’ and well, dominate. But i also recognize we aren’t in a M/s relationship, nor do i think (there i go thinking too much again!) i want that. So maybe having ‘some’ decision making authority is good *(?!)*

i ultimately decided on nothing. i wanted to be naked in our home and prance around to see David’s reaction.

David’s reaction was good.

And i got what i was looking for. He reacted all right. He saw i was naked and told me to go outside and throw the dog’s ball (our dog is obsessed with ball throwing!) and i think David half-way expected me to object, but since it is in our fence-enclosed-backyard, i didn’t. i just did it.

And i think that turned him on.

Ordered to the bedroom.

When i came back in, he said (in a quite firm and calm tone, but with no hint of sexual prowess either), “You are to go to the bedroom, insert a medium sized butt plug and assume the position. I’ll be there soon.”

i had no idea what i’d done wrong. i equally didn’t know how long ‘soon’ would be.

Our “position” for discipline is with hands on the bed, elbows straight, head down to stare at the bed sheets or my feet, feet on the floor, spread shoulder-width apart. So i did as told. (Come to think about it now, maybe i might need to add an element of getting the paddle out and maybe laying it on my back to rest until he comes in to retrieve it. But is that “topping from the bottom”. I dunno!)

As you have guessed, Sir says he prefers the paddle. His hand gets tired and sore when spanking with his hand, which is of course, NOT at all desirable for him! The paddle hurts. i’m not sure in comparison to ‘what’ exactly (yet) but i’ve no doubt that at some point (soon) i’ll find that out as well.

i waited.

I heard him come into the bedroom.

It seemed like a long time until he arrived, but it gave me time to relax, to think, to pray. i prayed for his leadership, his guidance, that God would make him the man that God desired,and that our marriage continue to grow in a way that is pleasing to God.

You might think i was praying for me – that it wouldn’t hurt too much (or that it would), or trying to figure out what i did wrong to be here – but i didn’t pray those things. i decided that i would exercise truth. If Sir asked why we were there, i would simply state, “i’m not sure”.

And that’s what happened.

He asked. i stated. He said, “you were naked on purpose to taunt me. So i want to now use you to my pleasure.” i knew he was right, but i’m not sure that was exactly “bad” either. (Frankly, i think this was just a way to get me to the bedroom and have a reason to spank me, but i was ok with that! He was leading our marriage and doing what he wanted with and to me and i welcome that!)

The Butt Plug.

He stated, “The plug is here for me to know how much you clinch and how much you release. The plug is NOT to fall out. If it does, that will add to this punishment. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Sir”. (And with that, i was dripping! i was so turned on i wondered if i’d cum before he was done with the spanking!).

The Wooden Paddle .

i felt it steady against my ass. i felt him smoothly rub it around on my ass.

Then it pulled away and swatted me. It was an easy-warm-up swat. (i politely asked after Spanking 1 if he could consider some warm-ups before the ‘real deal’ next time. When i had asked, he merely responded with “I’ll consider it”). i had a handful of those, which served to mentally prepare myself for what was next.

The paddle then moved away from my ass and i was cringing – both my butt cheeks and my facial cheeks – expecting it to be “the-one” but instead, i felt the (small/side) edge of it touch my clit. He rubbed it between my legs and up through my butt crack. THAT got me sexually charged.

And when it moved away from my body, he said, “I see you are very wet. You got my paddle wet!”.

And then i felt the hard SMACK to my ass. It came hard and swift. I flinched. I felt the butt plug go deeper with the smack, but almost slip out with my flinch.

He laughed as apparently he saw the plug movement also. He asked, “Is it going to come out?!?” And i simply wasn’t sure. i supposed it would depend on how long this paddling lasted. But i didn’t state that outloud. i wasn’t sure if: 1) i was allowed to speak, 2) if i really wanted him to know that information.

SMACK. Harder yet. And i fell to my elbows on the bed. And i heard, “I didn’t give you permission to move or rest on your elbows” and

SMACK. Harder even yet. i raised up and heard, “Good girl” with a lighter SMACK.

i’m not entirely sure how many smacks i got. But i do know that my ass was on fire in a short period, especially since it was still a bit tender from the day before’s spanking. And the intensity of his SMACKS and with the butt plug in added to these sensations i was experiencing.

Sexual part.

i was sexually charged from the start. Afterall, i was naked from the start! And now i was filled with a plug, showing my ass to my husband, and he has already commented on my being wet.

But now he was sexually aroused also! He put the paddle down and i heard the easily discerned sound of his zipper. And i heard his shorts hit the floor. Then his hands grabbed each (firely-stinging) ass check and pushed me onto the bed onto all 4’s.

He immediately pushed his cock into my pussy, while fingering and pushing on the plug to make it go deeper yet. i was beyond arroused! i was filled and happy!

He pushed back and forth, in and out. i was

i typically ‘help’ at this point. i move my hips, i reach between my legs and feel his balls, i touch my clit, etc. But as i started to move my hand, he stearnly said, “NO! DO NOT MOVE!”.

i found this erotic, but a difficult challenge to follow. i’d always helped. it was to ‘help’ us both. But this time, NOT happening. But i kept trying. He then smacked my arm with his hand, and grabbed my arm and pinned it on my back. And said, “I SAID NO!”

And that’s when i cummed. i wasn’t sure if i was even allowed to cum or needed to ask permission. (Again we haven’t exactly finalized “the Rules” yet). But he loved it and was pleased, (Phew!). With that, he pulled out and told me to keep the plug in until “Further notice”.

And i asked “Permission to suck your cock Sir”. And i did. More heartily than i’ve ever done before. And he loved it. And it pleased us both.

With that, back to work.

So was THAT a punishment or a reward? i think both. What would you say?!? (and for the nay-sayers about DD, is THIS really BAD?!?! i think not! again, what would you say?!)

And that’s when he went back to the office (at home) and started working while i got on my laptop and did the same….

still naked. still plugged. until further notice. 😉

Hugs,

Marie