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296 – Today was a really good day

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Today is Friday. (Okay, so technically NOW it is Saturday because i didn’t get this post fully written or posted for you. Oh well. Just go with it for me!)

And it’s been a crazy (good) day!

Friday equals Maintenance

Friday is my usual and typical day to receive a Maintenance Spanking. Usually before work and (more or less) before the day really starts, i Assume The Position to be spanked. As i have said on numerous occasions .. like here and here … it hurts. ALL spankings do. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t be effective. So while i know i need it, i don’t ever look forward to it either. (Imagine that. i do NOT look forward to having my ass torn up! Oh.. how surprising! Not!)

i get up before David on most days where i sit on the couch, surfing the internet (or writing you, as i am doing at this moment), while drinking my coffee. Anywhere from 30-60 minutes later, when i hear him stirring from our bed, i immediately cease my activities and get his coffee made so that the first thing he sees upon leaving our room… is … ME! And his coffee too.

He’s never made me do this, but i felt it was a good way for me to show RESPECT to my husband. i do this all on my own and (most days) without reservation. i won’t lie, some days i don’t feel like doing it. But i typically have enough self discipline to make myself do it anyway, as i know it’s a good submissive wife thing to do!

i wouldn’t be in trouble if i do NOT do it, but when i do, he appreciates me even more. (But seriously, who wouldn’t want to be the first thing their husband laid his eyes on at the start of the day?! And especially on those days i am naked … which is NOT today as it’s toooooo feeakinggggg colddddd. i hate cold. i live in Texas for a reason!)

Too cold in the US, including Texas

Today started the same. And upon greeting my Sir, handing him his coffee, and getting a kiss too, i went to the shower. i was in the middle of shampooing my hair when i heard him come into our closet and he was cussing up a storm while getting dressed.

As is the case for most of the US right now, we had a cold front that settled upon us overnight last night. Yesterday it was 60 degrees at noon, and by 6p it dropped below freezing and hasn’t risen above it since. The temp isn’t supposed to be above freezing again until sometime late Saturday afternoon or maybe even Sunday. THAT is pretty unusual for us Texans. Our average temps this time of year are between 40-60.

So when i asked David what was happening, i found out that our pool equipment had frozen up and as such, our pool was draining. Our pool equipment has an auto drain feature that is typically good, to stop it from overflowing or flooding our backyard (and/or nearby house) when there is equipment failure, but today… it’s Not good! It’s not good when the water pipes are frozen and the pool is NOT overflowing. David had to get the drainage pump valve closed to stop the drain.

Plans change. Roll with it. No maintenance today.

Needless to say…i did NOT get out of the shower to assume the position and be spanked. As well, it was good too that i had already decided to work from home today.

Instead of work or being spanked, David ordered me to go to Walmart to get 100 ft hoses to connect to the side-of-the-house spigots to start refilling the pool. Of course, we soon discovered one of the spigots was frozen up so only the one could be used, making this more challenging, but still doable.

David is a pretty good handyman though and he got it all figured out. And ultimately without THAT much trouble….But ….not without a lot of stress first thing this morning too. (The pool people will have to come assess the damage next week after the thaw and Christmas, where they’ll tell us how much money it will cost to fix this. Praying it’s not tooooo many $$$$$$$!).

That was when David said, “it would not be fair for me to take out my frustrations on your butt. So we will skip maintenance until I can regain my composure.”

^^^^^ THIS is the difference between loving discipline and abusive beatings. i am loved, NOT abused.

Massage Therapist = Stress Relief

Sometime around lunch David got the idea to text our favorite massage therapist and ask if she was available to come to our house tonight to relieve some of this pent up stress. She was available and she was to arrive at 4.

Now to my knowledge anyway, at this moment, David fully intended this to be legit, true, regular, vanilla-style, massages for each of us, and that works for me!

But then sometime mid-afternoon, i wasn’t so sure that was all Sir had in mind either as he announced, “I think we will do maintenance today after all.”

And by the way he said this, i could tell there was more to that statement. He continued by saying, “I think I’ll have her spank you.”

Now i didn’t know how serious he was, and honestly, i thought he was likely pranking me. But then he showed me a text he sent her saying i needed to be spanked on Friday’s to be reminded to be a good girl. This created a question about “maybe he is serious. Maybe she will spank me.” Now i seriously wondered if she’d even show up as maybe now she’d be too weirded out with our kinky world colliding with her not-kinky-world OR if she did show, would she actually WANT to spank me!? Time will tell!

Belt removal is a privilege

About 30-minutes prior to her arrival, Sir instructed me to remove my chastity belt that had been on for about 48-consecutive hours. It went on after i arrived home the day the SOP was issued and has only come off for a short shower and went back on within that same hour.

As with the Submission & Belt Rules post said already that ‘being out of belt is indeed a privilege’ is one rule and privilege i am already learning to respect!

i have not been touched, played with, used, or allowed to orgasm for 48-hours. Admittedly, not a terribly long time, but not insignificant either.

Of course, Sir didn’t ignore me sexually. He only denied my sexual satisfaction. He talked about how this is the new normal, about how “nah… You don’t need it tonight…” and has already instructed me to give him a blow job while in-belt. He’s enjoying this new found power for sure.

So needless to say, my pussy was happy to breathe fresh air! And there was NO way i was abusing this privilege.

Friday Maintenance will happen after all.

Then. The massage therapist actually did arrive! It was decided i would get a massage first, and then David would follow. The table was set up in our bedroom and with our son home from college and the dog, the door was closed, providing privacy.

She has amazing hands that find every knot and tight muscle. She works them out and loosens and relaxes everything in a pleasing and good way. Like all massages, she had started with me face down and was working feverishly on my neck, shoulders, and back. Her masterful hands had me feeling good already!

Midway through my vanilla-regular massage, i heard our bedroom door open and shut. i was still face down, but i knew it was David coming in. i heard him walk to the opposite side of our bed, where the paddle and the riding crop and the cane are all stored. i suddenly felt my heart start to race a little. He was indeed going to have her spank me. How humiliating, and yet terribly sexy hot too!

i had an entire scenario play out in my head….

He’d tell me, “Baby girl, it’s time. You’ll accept this with the submissive grace you always do.” To which i would, of course, respond with, “Yes Sir.”

He would then turn to her and show her the tools, let her pick which one she wanted to use, where she may even be a little nervous from inexperience combined with curiosity, and then he’d talk to her about how to use it.

She’d tap my bottom gently and he’d say something like, “oh she didn’t even feel that. You need to remind her who’s in charge and why she needs this and even who she is. Do it again but more forcefully.”

And when she only barely still tapped my ass with her tool of choice, David would pick up another one and say, “Let me show you. That left ass cheek can be yours, and this right one can be mine.” And only a second later, i would feel the full force of his hand with his tool of choice on my right side.

Then he’d look at her and say, “now your turn.”

Together, they would then trade off making my ass cheeks burn while i worked to stay silent. i would only break the silence when they would ask if i was feeling ok, where i would respond with the proper “Yes Sir” or “Yes Ma’am,” depending on who had asked.

To my surprise though, none of that is not what actually happened.

No maintenance, only adult fun!

What actually happened was far better for me, as my ass never did turn any other color than it’s natural pink. i already said above that while i know it’s needed, i NEVER look forward to being spanked. Today was no exception.

It was almost at the same time i had this whole scenario ending in my head, the therapist said, “Time to turn over (onto your back).”

i knew upon turning face up, that a spanking was not going to happen. For a hot second i couldn’t decide if i was happy to not be spanked or not. Some part of me was turned on and my puss was dripping at the thought of being spanked (owned!) by my Sir and this therapist. But the reality is… spankings hurt …. and the “fun” of that fantasy would be short lived!

As soon as i was facing up, David walked to the head of the massage table, where i could clearly see he was naked. And his intentions became immediately clear.

With his cock in hand and already hard, he straddled my face and pressed downward. His cock was touching my lips and i knew my place. i knew the expectation. It was no hardship on me to open wide and let him slide his cock straight down my throat either!

i felt my pussy let out her juices as she sung out with delight at how my Sir was going to use my mouth for his pleasure. To provide pleasure for my Sir when and where and however he pleases, is the most amazing feeling for me…. Next to having this therapist’s hands all over me working out the tension ever-so-effectively!

THESE are the moments i live for. THIS is when it feel most submissive. When i am being used for Sir’s ultimate pleasure!

At that moment i wondered what the therapist must be thinking, but that moment was fleeting as i refocused solely on my Sir and his beautiful cock that filled my mouth. And i began to suck in earnest and with passion.

He pressed deeper in my mouth. i was grateful for the angle, where i was beneath him and he towered over me, as i felt his cock slide into my throat and my nose collide with his ball sack too.

Then he began slowly pumping my face with his cock. He moved slowly, with passion and intention. It felt amazing to be filled and used in this way. i felt his love flowing full for me as he made-love to my face instead of just fucking me with all abandon.

i focused on ensuring my jaw remained wide open so my teeth didn’t dare scrap against his precious cock, while working to breath at the moments i was able to get air, which was when he pulled out.

He continued for a few minutes this way, at the same time as i felt her hands rubbing on my legs and spreading them wide. i felt fingers on my mons and soon penetrate my puss. i wasn’t sure, nor did i really care, who’s fingers it was. What i knew was it felt amazing!

Sir’s movements slowly came to a stop, where his cock was then just deeply seated down my throat. My left nostril was closed as it was fully pressed against his balls and unavailable to me. i focused on breathing through my right side and forcing my mind to relax (not panic), to which i did with success.

It was then, as he was holding himself deep in my throat, he bent forward at the waist. As if it were even possible, he managed to press his cock even further down my throat. He was on top of me, so that he and i were effectively in a 69 position. But with her between my legs too, we were more in a 3-D triangle where i was the base and they were the top.

With them being face to face at the top of our triangle, i have no idea if they kissed, touched, or even looked at one another. i didn’t have that visual, nor was i able to ask, even if it was my place to do so. i wouldn’t have cared if they did.

In fact, i was hoping they did. i didn’t want this to be about me, but rather about Sir and even her too. i only want my body to be the center of attention for the purpose of serving as an instrument for their pleasure. My joy and pleasure is more full when i am serving their needs rather than if or when i were being served.

As if that wasn’t enough, this position also resulted in Sir’s thighs fully surrounding my ears and cutting off most all sound for me too. As well, my arms were by my sides unable to be useful in any meaningful way.

As such, i was effectively pinned in place. This was a good thing for me as it made me still my mind, focus on allowing my body to be used, while keeping my Sir’s cock hard and happy. i felt 100% happy and loved by my Sir! i was exactly where i wanted to be …. and where my Sir wanted me to be too!

It was in this moment i felt a warm mouth, followed by a talented tongue, touch my pubic regions. i could tell from the new and different feelings, it was her. She was between my legs and loving on me from there, while my Sir was simultaneously allowing me to love on him while he watched her play with HIS pussy.

She was soft and moved with style and grace. Women are so much more sensual than men. Women are warm and kind and slow, where men are typically rough and use a pussy for what they want. i love them both for all these reasons.

While my pussy started to respond, my mouth expressed its thanks. My tongue managed to find the few open places in my mouth, allowing me to bring my Sir’s cock pleasure and keep it hard as he enjoyed watching the therapist eat me out.

It was but another minute and i felt my orgasm rise. i heard the words in my head, “Sir, may i please cum?” But of course, my mouth was too full to allow any utterance of such words. i did use my hands to tap on my Sir’s legs with urgency, but i wasn’t sure if he knew the message i was trying to convey as he said nothing.

i let the orgasm wash over me. i let myself go and feel it entirely.

i was floating, yet still very much pinned in place. In spite of my orgasm, her amazingly warm tongue and fingers continued to assault my pussy. Or maybe it had switched to my Sir’s tongue or fingers now. i felt nothing but pure unadulterated bliss. And from who ever was delivering it, i didn’t care but instead was just incredibly appreciative.

We continued on for a bit more. They moved into other positions, but with me always on bottom. i felt more orgasms wash over me much in the same ways the waves of the ocean do, where like the ocean waves, i basked in the feeling of it all and let myself feel. While my head uttered the words over and over, “Please may i cum Sir?,” my fingers tapped on whosever legs were near me.

At one point, she asked if i was “tapping out,” at a time when i didn’t even realize it was her that i was touching. Of course, i then smiled and told her how i had felt beautiful orgasms flow from me. Sir never did speak about it, but i know he knew what message my fingers were delivering and he approved.

How did it end?

After i orgasmed so many times, i was floating in subspace and delirious with joy. i don’t know for sure if she orgasmed, despite a few times hearing sounds that implied she may have.

In truth, i am also unsure if my Sir orgasmed either. That’s because at the point i recovered and came back to Earth, i was becoming self conscious of being the center of attention and i really didn’t like that feeling at all. It was then that i gracefully rose and invited my Sir to lay on the table.

He laid on the table face up, and she began to massage his legs as i dressed myself. i leaned in and kissed him on the lips, while thanking him.

i looked and smiled at the therapist and said, “He’s all yours. Feel free to relax him the way you just relaxed me.” And i quietly left the room.

Maybe he made her orgasm, or maybe she made him. Or maybe she just gave him a true, vanilla-style, massage. i don’t know and afterward, i didn’t ask. i could have, but i didn’t want to.

And soon enough, she was off toward home.

The rest of the evening

Our son then had his girlfriend over (the entire time the therapist was over they were upstairs, probably doing some deep thrust kissing of their own and too busy to even know what we were up to downstairs!), where we all ate together over my favorite Japanese take out that i had gone to get.

That was followed by a drive around the neighborhoods to see the Christmas lights on the houses. That wasn’t something David wanted to do, so he stayed home. My son drove and i was pleased to just ride along while continuing to focus on the relaxed feelings i felt.

It was then that i realized i had not put the Chastity Belt back on, but.. i i also had not been told i had to either. i texted David, “i didn’t put the Belt back on Sir.”

He texted back, “And you aren’t playing with yourself.”

i wasn’t sure if he was making a statement about the obvious at that moment, or a declaration that it wouldn’t happen upon my return either, so i asked for clarity. He replied with, “Yes.” i took that to mean both now or later!

i decided to test the waters and ask, “How soon after i return does the belt need to go back on?”

He said, “Immediately.”

Third night in chastity

As soon as i was home then, i obeyed. The belt went back on. It felt good to have it off, but it is now beginning to also feel good to be in its place. (i have NOT begged to have it off whatsoever. That’s probably why i got to orgasm as much as i did today! My reward!).

Sir was true to his word and didn’t allow me to touch myself. When i teasingly asked, already knowing his answer, “do you want to touch me again before i lock it up Sir?!?” the answer came back, in a smirky tone, “uhm… no thank you. I appreciate the offer, but I have the key and know how to use it if I change my mind.”

And with that, the lock snapped in place.

My third night sleeping in belt went better than the first two. i am starting to settle into the feel of it and become more relaxed to sleep too, which was pretty good too.

Or maybe i slept well after still feeling drunk on the feelings from the day ….

NOT being spanked,

amazing massage,

being used for my Sir’s pleasure,

multiple amazing orgasms,

spending time with our son (and his GF) over dinner and lights,

being put back in-belt,

My Sir being dominant, decisive, and absolutely in control,

Or all of the above….. where i know i am loved and being my best/ most submissive self!

THIS is already becoming a favorite Christmas to remember!

Hugs,

Marie

295 – Chastity Belt – SOP

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As i was thinking it may happen, it’s now official! i have a clear directive – or Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) – has now been decided and communicated to me.

i am to “assume there is a standing order to wear the belt, unless told otherwise with a specifically communicated reason to not wear it.”

i have now had the Fancy Steel, permanent and more durable and more fitted, Chastity Belt for one week now. i have been in-belt more than out-of-belt during the last week too.

Thinking about the times i have been out-of-belt the most over this last week, it has been overnight. i have only slept in the belt one night so far.

Yesterday evening, i asked permission to be out-of-belt as David had heated up our pool and i wanted to go swimming. While i ended up NOT swimming (not a relevant point), i was given permission to be out-of-belt. So it was off from (about) 7p last night and is still off now at 5:30p. It is now (about) 22’ish consecutive hours out-of-belt. While i haven’t officially calculated it out, it’s probably the longest consecutive amount of time out-of-belt in the last 7-days.

But the belt will go back on as soon as i home from work, which is to happen in the next hour.

The directive for the now SOP came late this morning when i had been at work for just a bit.

i was struggling with what to do (wear or not wear the belt, ask or not ask if i should, etc!), so i started a text dialogue with David, as follows:

So as i was preparing for work, i decided to take some leftovers from last night’s dinner for my lunch today. i was getting out the plastic/ storage dishes and scooping food into the smaller ones to take “just some” of it to work, when David came into the kitchen and inquired about what i was doing.

When i told him, he said, “Just take the whole (full) container” and i said (with a little sharper tone and demeanor than i had intended), “No. i don’t need all this. And i don’t want to stand at the microwave (at work for lunch) heating this entire dish of food, when i want just a small portion.”

Well. Sir said, “it doesn’t look like the new container that you are using is much smaller than the one that has the original food. Just take it all.”

“Yes, i know. We just don’t own many small single-serve storage containers. But i don’t need to take all this with me so this is easier.” (Again, too much “tone” went with this statement!)

That was when David’s eyebrows raised up and he asked in a stern voice, “why are you talking to me in this tone?! And why are you not just doing as I told you to?”

i was a bit snappy for sure. My response was, “i just don’t need the entire container at work is all.”

That’s when he didn’t appreciate me NOT recognizing or apologizing for the tone i used and said, “bend over the counter!”

And so he gave me a small (clothing on) spanking with his hand, that i definitely felt, and that we were both aware was to make a point more than anything. It was a reminder. Of what could come if i continue on.

He then said, “if you want to keep this up, the next spanking will be worse.”

“Yes Sir. i’m sorry Sir.” And then i was off to work (with my smaller containers of portion-appropriate food in hand).

Soooo when he asked me the question above about whether the belt was on or off when i was arguing this morning, that was what it was in reference to.

And this was the next part of our texting conversation:

i admitted to him (and you too), i was snarky.

Sir didn’t have to say it. i knew. He thinks that i am more submissive when i am in-belt than when i am out-of-belt. i’m not sure if that’s true or not, but it may well be. i just don’t know. But i think we are nearing the point where we will be finding out soon!

And then i waited to hear more. We went radio-silent for a bit. i knew he needed time to think and i couldn’t demand an immediate answer. That’s understandable.

But that understanding didn’t seem to last too long. About an hour later, this was the next part:

So. Now i know. The SOP is to “assume the belt goes on. Until or unless it is explicitly said otherwise.”

AND i got a positive confirmation that he still intends to use and play with me. So there’s that!

The very last of our conversation went like this:

So i said thanks, and acknowledged/ admitted i will willingly submit.

If i’m being honest, i’m not certain how i feel about this.

This is no longer a fantasy, or a “scene,” but instead it now a way of life. While i expected it, and we’ve been moving ever closer to this really, knowing it and living it aren’t entirely the same. The very true and full reality that my control is completely taken away is about to hit me hard.

i think i will like it, but i am a bit nervous too. i will keep you posted!

What i know without a doubt is that now the “Belt Rules” are all feeling super real!

Lastly – if you are curious about the “get it fixed” part…. Well…. that will be expanded on as part of my “full belt review” still to come.

Hugs,

Marie

294 – Punished. Once, Twice, basically Three times.

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i received a pretty large discipline spanking yesterday. As with ALL my discipline, it is consensual. And i accept it with as much grace as i can muster in the moment.

That said…. It takes some kind of rare talent for what i managed to do.

While being spanked, i managed to get myself into trouble again. And if you want to be technical about it, the spanking in progress at the time was for a double error, making this one be the third! Three issues in one day!

So David kept right on spanking to fix all these errors at the same time. He used his new favorite tool… the riding crop. And from the first swat to the last, they were delivered with intention and strength that resulted in my attitude radically changing rather rapidly and swiftly too!

Who does that?! How does that even happen?!

HOW exactly does a submissive wife get herself in trouble a second time while in the midst of being spanked for the first bit of trouble she already brought on herself?!

Yah, well, like i said… i managed to do all this with some sort of special ability that i didn’t even realize i had! Just call me a regular super hero!

i didn’t do ANY of this on purpose. In fact, it was quite the opposite actually. After receiving the maintenance on Friday, i was none-to-eager to have a repeat or better performance from David with my butt as the target!

But. As i sit here writing, my rear end is still red and quite sore. i expect it to bruise by tomorrow and hurt for several days. i won’t lie though, i love David even more for having administered this discipline spanking with the swift action and exactness it called for. i need his leadership and with it sometimes the discipline too. Today, i got both!

What exactly even happened?

Earlier today, our son and i set out of the house doing errands and other related activities. At one point, David texted me and asked if i was near Sam’s wholesale club. “Yes Sir.

Then he texted, “Then can you stop and get paper towels, dog treats, and 409 cleaning liquid?” And despite the wording as a question, it really wasn’t a question at all. So my response was the same…. “Yes Sir.”

And we did. Only, as i walked around the store, i thought about the 409 and said to our son, “We don’t need to get that. When Dad & i were cleaning out the garage a few weeks ago, i saw we have about 2-3 large bottles of it.” So i didn’t get the 409.

THAT WAS MISTAKE #1. Do you know exactly what it was? i didn’t. But i was absolutely informed about it while being spanked!

Upon arriving home, i told David straight away that i did not purchase the 409. He said, “we do NOT have any. What we have 2-3 bottles of is Windex window cleaner.”

To which my heart sank.

i realized he was right.

It wasn’t 409 cleaning solution, but rather Windex window solution that we discovered how much we truly had when cleaning up the garage.

And THAT WAS MISTAKE #2. To which i was also told more about as i was being spanked too.

David was angry. He said, “I needed the 409 to clean my grill thoroughly. I told you I needed it and you said you’d buy it.”

“i am sorry Sir.”

“I think you know what you need to do now, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir. i’ll go Assume The Position now.”

As i (fully) undressed in our bedroom, it occurred to me that i was not *truly* naked as i was still in my chastity belt. i debated whether to take it off to be compliant with my directive to be naked when i am spanked. But then, i didn’t have permission to take it off either. Then i debated going back out to the living room to ask, so i would have a clear directive. i ultimately decided to leave it on, in its place, and climb on the bed to be in position before David came in. THAT CHOICE WAS NOT A MISTAKE….. THANK GOD I MADE ONE GOOD DECISION TODAY!

When Sir came in, i was laying in position…. Face down, pillow under my hips to offer up my ass to Sir and to make the spanking easier for him, with the choice of implements (crop, cane, paddle) all at the base of the bed at the ready.

He picked one up, and laid it gently on my rear. i could tell from the way he placed it there, he was being intentional about it. He wanted me to know and think about what exactly was about to happen.

And i could also tell from the way it felt that it was the riding crop. Then he started to speak to me. He said, “I have no idea why you didn’t buy the 409, as I told you to. Care to tell me why?”

“Because i was certain we had it already.”

And the riding crop was pulled back from my bottom, giving me another 2-seconds notice of what i was about to feel. i heard the crop whip through the air and the crack it made as it collided with my ass.

i was immediately brought into the here-and-now, where i was abundantly aware of how much the crop bites into my rear end. From that very first swat, all the way to the last, it HURT… a LOT!

That’s when Sir laid it back on my bottom and spoke again, “wouldn’t it have been better to ask me before taking it upon yourself to just not do as I asked of you?”

“Well…. yes Sir, i probably should have.”

And the crop came away and SMACKED right down again. This second swat landing in the exact same spot as the first, causing it to hurt that much more!

“But you didn’t.”

Smack a third time in the exact same spot again.

“Would it have been so difficult for you to have just bought it anyway? What ‘if’ we did have some at home already, what would be the big deal to have had more? What would have been the trouble to have more?”

“No trouble at all Sir.”

“And yet. You didn’t do as you were told. Instead, you decided to not do as you were told. Since when are YOU in charge and allowed to disobey me so blatantly and obviously like that? It was a rather simple request, to which you said yes to. Correct”

MISTAKE #1 was simply failing to submit. All i had to do was follow the directive. Regardless of what i thought of it or what we had at home already, it wasn’t my place to “just decide” to NOT follow his orders.

MISTAKE #2 was the fact we actually didn’t have any. And i was dead wrong about not needing to buy the 409.

He was right to ask for me to buy it, i was already at the store, even “if” we had some at home it’s not expensive and wouldn’t have mattered to have more. i should’ve just done as told, or asked for more clarity, but Just deciding to do as i pleased was NOT the right answer at all.

Sir said, “because you chose to deny my orders intentionally, you earned yourself a spanking regardless if we had it or not. You were not acting in a submissive way at all. You thought you knew better. But the fact that we didn’t have any at home has caused this spanking to be worse than it had to be because you were wrong in your decision to not buy it.”

His riding crop continued to rain down swats to my ass as i contemplated all that he said. Every time i felt it pull away from my bottom i cringed and held my breath waiting for it to find its next resting place. Some of the time it was in the exact same location and sometimes it moved, to a new one. Some of the time the swats landed swiftly and succinctly and sometimes he paused and drew it out. But every-single-one was delivered with intention to make its point…. And that it did indeed!

Smack. After Smack. After Smack.

i felt the anxiousness and anticipation of each swat about to land cause my body to start to sweat. That happens nearly every time. i think that’s part of why i don’t cry really. Because my mind and body is in a different place, trying to get through each moment of the here-and-now, rather than allowing myself to relax and just let out the emotions.

THIS IS WHERE I PILED IT ON…

THIS is where i managed to get into even more trouble in the midst of being corrected for the previous trouble!

“What will you do next time?” Sir asked me.

i spewed out words as fast as i could and said, “i will listen.”

MISTAKE #3… causing me to have an even longer and more prolonged spanking. Do you know what i did? Or rather what i did NOT do? (i did not know or realize in that moment.)

SMACK!

“What will you do?”

“i will do as you ask.”

SMACK – this one felt a bit harder, if that was even possible.

“What did you say?”

“i promise i will listen.”

S-M-A-C-K.

“Want to try again?”

And i practically yelled out, “i will do as i am told. … …. … … SIR”

There it was. The lightbulb went off. i failed to show him the respect he deserves and has reminded me over and over again. i failed to say SIR.

SMACK SMACK SMACK (yet even MORE intensity).

He then held the crop still against my bottom again and he spoke quite calmly saying, “I don’t know why using the word Sir is so difficult for you! I expect to hear it, and you know it. So NOW this spanking has to be even longer than it already was.”

And he continued to reign down swats with the riding crop onto my sore rear end for a bit longer.

Now i started to feel the same heat rising from my bottom, all the way to my face. (Sir has NEVER spanked me anywhere except my ass, so the heat was not from his hand or the riding crop. It was all within me.). i know this is the first thing that happens when tears are nearing the surface.

i was finally starting to relax into the spanking and to accept it. The anxiousness of feeling each swat was starting to fade. i heard my mind telling myself, “Just allow it to happen. Just relax into the knowledge… and pain from the crop… that Sir is in charge. He loves you enough to teach you a lesson. Allow the tears to form!”

He asked me several times to repeat the word “Sir,” as he continued to smack my ass. i did so. He told me i would do well to comment the word to memory.

It was just a bit more and David stopped. He told me we were done and he waited for me to rise up onto my knees and face him, he always does that. i think i he wants to ensure i am ok, but also for me to see his face and trust that this is now forgiven too.

It’s also where i look into his eyes and with a humble heart, i express my thanks to him. He has never required that i do so, but i do. i want to be sure to let him know i did indeed accept his discipline. i never want him to think he has forced this on me or that this may be somehow misconstrued into an abusive situation. It is not. i am always accepting and thankful for his leadership and guidance… and the discipline too.

That’s when he kissed my lips and expressed his love. Then he left the room and i took a few more minutes to collect myself and re-dress.

As i did so, i decided i needed to go to the store and buy the 409 as he had previously asked. Not only did indeed to have a sore bottom and a regretful disposition, but i needed to make it right by doing the actions requested of me too.

And i did just that. After coming out with my shoes on, i said to David “i will go to the store and buy the 409 you requested now.”

He smiled and then said, “Good idea…. Of course… it would’ve been a lot easier to have gotten it the first time you were there… would it?!”

“Yes SIR.” << i am going to be using that word a lot more now!

i never did cry during the spanking. Frequently i cry AFTERWARD when i stop and think about it all, as that’s when everything relaxes and the tears start to flow freely. i’m not entirely sure if David even knows that happens or not. It’s ok either way.

But as i drove to the store… listening to nothing but my own thoughts…. the tears slowly dripped down my cheeks. i wasn’t crying from the pain of the spanking, although the heat between my butt and the car seat was real (!), but rather the fact i wasn’t the submissive wife i wanted to be. i know all is forgiven now, but i was thinking about all that transpired and the remorse was real.

David was right. If I had just done as instructed, all of this could’ve been avoided.

i will learn from this and do better.

PS.. The chastity belt…

Oh… and in case you are wondering…. The Chastity Belt stayed on throughout. It wasn’t even a second thought for David or me in the midst of the spanking.

Afterward, i told him about my quandary of whether to take it off, or ask, or to just leave it on. His words were, “you made at least one good choice today. If I want it off, you will hear me tell you so.”

After i was home from the store and after dinner, i asked if I could take the belt off and take a soaking/warm bath. Sir said yes. And when it was done, i inquired if it needed to go back on. He said, “while you have been disciplined today and all is forgiven, you have NOT earned the right to play or be played with.”

He continued, “If you think you don’t have the willpower to abstain, then yes, put the belt back on. But I think you’ve learned your lesson today and don’t wish another immediate spanking on top of the first, ….. because if you disobey me and play with yourself anyway, I will spank you again. So the choice is yours….”

i chose to leave it off. But in the middle of the night, as i turned over in my groggy sleep, i felt the covers cross slightly over my clit bringing hyper awareness to my mind and turning me on. i wanted to rub my clit SO badly. i debated whether i should have put on the belt already or even getting up to do it at that moment, but decided to try to ignore it. It took awhile to go back to sleep, but i did abstain. (Phew!)

Now i am off to find some cotton pants to wear to work today…….

Hugs,

Marie

291 – My Toy or Your Tool

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i did it. i made David mad today. i didn’t mean to. It just happened.

He was out of town for 24-hours .. yesterday left, home today. This morning he texted me good morning and i reciprocated. Then he asked me if i was excited about my “new toy” arriving today.

i got an email yesterday that FINALLY the new chastity belt was to be delivered today. i ordered it on July 10, and finally on December 15 it was to arrive. FIVE months in the making, Their website says “due to COVID supply chain issues, please allow 1-3 months for delivery.” And today was the day it FiNaLlY was scheduled to arrive.

Well. i was excited…..But not to have a “new toy” arrive. i felt like he was insulting me, or making fun of me, or something like that.

i suddenly thought, “this is all just a big game to him. And when he’s tired of playing it, he gets lax. And when he wants to play again, he goes 100% all in.”

And, in my own mind at least, it suddenly made sense to me that he doesn’t LIKE this dynamic and (probably) only does it to make me happy and satisfy my needs. While i should be happy he wants to please me and make me happy, at least some of the time, it makes me UNhappy to think he ONLY does it (“it” being Dominant) to make ME happy.

Suddenly i couldn’t decide if i was sad, hurt, mad, confused, or what! Maybe hurt is best. i couldn’t believe i have been so stupid for so long now and not known or realized he thinks this is all just one big game.

So.

i asked him. About how serious he is about our dynamic.

But.

Not quite that simple either. If it had been, i probably wouldn’t have made him mad.

What i wrote was…..

I guess it may be a “toy” but I think of it as more than that. I think of it as a better way of life and marriage. I think the same about the paddle, cane, and crop. And even my collars.

And i then also wrote…..

I think if you thought of them as your tool(s), instead of my toys(s), things would be that much better.

THAT was when he responded back.

“Fuck you.”

Ahh crap. This isn’t how i should have done this at all.

And i immediately apologized. But. The damage was done.

i genuinely didn’t mean to cause a fight. i thought by leading with “I think” it would be how I THINK. But he took it as, “you should think” which was me telling him what to think or what to do.

That’s when i said…

I genuinely did NOT Intend to make you mad. I was very shocked to see your response. I’m sorry.

If you don’t like being Dominant, or using my toys, then just tell me so. That’s understandable. I just get confused when sometimes you are and sometimes you aren’t, and I just don’t know.

I’m sorry.

To which he didn’t respond for several hours. And when he did, there was nothing about any of this. That moment, along with the anger and any other emotion, had passed. It was as if it never happened at all.

When i got home, i found the package on my bed. i had actually forgotten about the delivery until I saw it.

i opened it up and was excited to see if it fit. And i found the lock on it is really not the right size. It’s hard to explain, but it’s a bit too tight and NOT easy to get on/off.

i decided to try to figure it out while the CB is NOT on my body and therefore not quite as hard to sort out. But then it was time for dinner and our son just got home from college today too, so i let it be. T

hat was when David asked me, “do you have it on?” And i said no, of course.

When he asked me why, i said, “because i can’t figure out the lock,” which confused him. After i showed him how it was not fitting on the belt very well, he tried it himself and agreed it wasn’t working well.

We let it go and we all went out to eat. In addition, David/i drank a bottle of wine. We enjoyed seeing our son and eating/drinking good together as a family again.

When we got home, David became determined that he would figure out the lock. He did research and found that it is a slight bit incorrectly sized and David ordered a new one on Amazon that (hopefully) will be better.

Then after he finished that, he comes in to me and says, “Don’t tell me I’m not serious about this (dynamic and being dominant) when I come home after relaxing and enjoying good wine to then spend nearly an hour researching how to get the right lock!”

So it wasn’t 100% forgotten from this morning like i had assumed.

Now i also think i exaggerated the whole situation from the morning in my head. i got myself in a tizzy for no reason, and provoked my Sir for another no good reason. over my assumption that “my toy” was a game.

i think maintaining 100% consistency about anything in life is difficult and hard to sustain. Maybe a “break” is good (for anything ) sometimes. It’s what you do after the break that matters.

Like if you work out 7-days a week, you’ll eventually burn out. You need a break, as long as you get back out there and go to it again. Same thing with a diet. You can’t live on a diet, but you can give yourself a pass sometimes to eat the dessert (or the glass of wine) and enjoy it.

So maybe David needs a break sometimes. i may well need a break sometimes too actually.

And maybe he didn’t think of the new CB as “my toy” at all. Maybe he was just messing with me and texting that way to be fun and cut up. Who knows! What i do know is that he’s right… if he didn’t care or want to use “my toys” as “his tools” he wouldn’t have spent an hour figuring out the lock!

Maybe in his toolbox is a lot of physical “tools” but maybe some ones that are mental too. Maybe i need to get out of my own head already.

Won’t lie though,., i’m hoping (praying really!) that tomorrow…. a Friday… that we have maintenance. It could do a lot of good if David were to use the Tool (aka: paddle) on my bottom.

Hugs,

Marie

288 – Caning discipline – (partial) Fiction

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So this first part is true. The consequences thereof is what i have made up in my head, as i wait to see what, if anything, will come of it….

The guilt was starting to eat me up. So i decided to tell David, via text, to clear my conscience. Of course, i waited until he was away from the house to tell him. i didn’t do that on purpose really, or… maybe on some level i did.

The text read, “I’m not sure if you care or not, but I’ve orgasmed twice this week without permission. Once was on my birthday and then again yesterday too.”

What i didn’t say was, “and i am telling you now instead of doing what i really want to do, which is orgasm again. Right Now! Because i really am feeling very guilty now.”

The text i got back was, “WHY would you do that??????”

The response was simple… and true. i said, “Because i was selfish.”

What i didn’t add was that, “while i expect that had i asked you, you would have said yes… or…. you’d probably even have done participated and done for me. But i didn’t want that. i wanted ME. i truly was being VERY selfish!”

And the response i received was, “I’d have done it for you. It was your bday.”

i asked, “does it matter that i did it without your help? Or your permission ?”

“YES it does!”

And this is where i thought, “Ugh. You knew this was going to be the result. Now you’ll be punished. Why’d you go and be so stupid? You KNEW it was wrong. It wasn’t even that great of an O because you felt guilty even then!”

My head thoughts continued….. “And honestly…. You deserve whatever he provides. And you need to be prepared to thank him for it too.”

In my head i continued even more…… “You need to be grateful you have a husband who cares enough to want to be the one who provides your happiness, that he wants to see your joy when you orgasm, and … now… he also cares enough to discipline you for bad behavior too.”

And that’s where my head started venturing into the what-if scenarios about what kind of punishment would be fitting …….. fiction starts here….

After a bit more time of anxious anticipation, I received a new text from David. It said, “As you know today is Sunday, and I am already at church (for the tech team support David serves on). When you come to church, you need to have your belt on. You need to come find me and lay the key in my hand. It seems you need to have restriction enforced more again. But make no mistake, your discipline doesn’t stop there.”

“Yes Sir.”

And I did as instructed.

After church, we went to lunch with our son and he got on the road to head back to college from there and we went back home.

David beat me home and when I walked in the house, he was standing right there by the door waiting. He said, “Strip. You will not be wearing clothes the rest of the day.”

“Yes Sir.”

And I did as instructed.

That’s when he looked me up and down, and he smiled. He kissed the top of my forehead and said, “that’s my good girl.”

He produced the key to my belt and removed it. It dropped to the floor with the loud clang of metal that you’d expect.

He told me to “Go lay on the couch on your back. And wait for me.”

“Yes Sir.”

He walked through the living room and into our bedroom. I didn’t dare touch myself while he was gone. I wasn’t too sure what was going to happen next, but I wasn’t going to make it worse than it already was either.

When he came back into the living room he had changed clothes. And he held the leather cane in his hand too. Cringe. The cane is so torturous. He only uses it on me for the most egregious of errors and to drive home the discipline. It works every time.

He came and stood beside the couch that I lay on. As he towered over me, he looked down into my eyes and said, “You are the most beautiful wife when you lay naked like this. I like what I see. Unfortunately, that’s not quite what we are here for. Do you agree you’ve been disrespectful toward me lately?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you understand that it hurts my soul to think you don’t want to spend time with me, to allow your pleasure to come from me, to share your body and soul with me? You’ve shut me out by being selfish and taking orgasms that don’t belong to you. I consider it acts of infidelity when you touch yourself and bring yourself pleasure without me there or my permission to do so. But you knew all this, didn’t you?”

I started to feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I was choking back the emotions when I barely got out the words, “Yes Sir.”

He continued, “if you insist on making bad choices, then you will learn the true pain that you’ve caused me. Open your legs. And be still.”

Ahh, here it comes.

I saw his arm move up, the cane went up with his hand. Then I heard the whipping sound the cane makes when it cuts through the air. Immediately afterward, I felt the sting it leaves when it collided with my skin.

While I fully expected to feel it on my clit, I did not feel it there. Instead, it was on my lower abdomen. I immediately pulled myself into a fetal ball like position, but managed to stay flat on my back. I heard the words, “I said lay still. Now open your legs to me once again.”

And I did as instructed.

Tears started to fall from my eyes and down the sides of my cheeks, onto the couch cushion. I wasn’t crying from the pain, but rather the disappointment I had created for my Sir and in myself too.

I saw the cane move up and backward with his hand, and I closed my eyes. I held my breath and waited for it to fall on my skin to make its mark. It came down a little lower on my abdomen this time, but substantially in the same area. And then it happened again but lower yet. He was making his way down to my pussy. I could tell what was coming soon. I was anticipating the pain as I felt the next swat of the cane hit the top of my pubic mons area.

He paused and said, “do you think you deserve this punishment my love?”

“Yes Sir. I wish I didn’t, but I know I do.”

He said, “good. Now open your eyes and look at me.”

I did as instructed.

“I love you so much that it pains me when you take pleasure from me. That’s why you have to learn that this pussy and all the love it has to give belongs to me. ALL the time.”

He continued, “So I am about to deliver five hard strikes of the cane to this disobedient pussy to remind you of the way you are to act. Do you accept this punishment willingly?”

“Yes Sir, I do accept your discipline freely and fully.”

“Good. Now don’t move at all as I intend to deliver these swats in succession. If you move at all or restrict my access, I will start over. You don’t want that, now do you?”

“No Sir.”

“Good. Now lay still.”

And with that, he began just as promised, the first hard swat of the cane directly onto my pussy. He hit the left labia, and the intensity to my most sensitive area surprised me and I flinched. I cringed. I prayed he didn’t notice. But of course, he did.

He stopped and I heard, “tsk tsk tsk. Did I make myself clear about how you were to act?”

“Yes Sir. It just surprised me so I involuntarily flinched.”

“Well, I suppose you now know what to expect and that won’t happen again. Let’s begin again, shall we?”

He didn’t wait for my response, thankfully, as I felt the cane collide with the right labia. I successfully didn’t move. And I felt the left labia get hit again. It stung even more now with the second time leaving it’s hard mark on top of the first. I felt the cane repeat to the right side then too.

I heard my thoughts, “Three more to go. I can do this. Accept this punishment with grace, as you know you deserve.”

That’s when I felt the next caning swat land directly on my clit. It stung so damn bad but I was determined to accept it by laying still. I didn’t want Sir to start over. In another second of time, I felt another sting directly onto my clit again. I didn’t expect two in a row to land directly to my most sensitive spot.

Just one more to go, and I suspected it would be delivered with the most intensity yet. Sir did not disappoint.

The last one was also delivered as a direct hit to the middle of my pussy, straight onto my clit, with more intensity than any of the previous ones. It stung so bad bad that I felt the heat roll up into my cheeks and the tears flowed out freely from my eyes.

Through a haggard breath and tears, I eked out the words, “Thank You Sir.”

That’s when he dropped to his knees and the cane was laid aside. He kissed my lips fully and when he pulled away he said, “THAT was the pain part. Now for the pleasure part.”

He moved down on the couch where he got between my legs. It was just another second until I felt his warm tongue soothingly loving on my clit, pressing away all the pain and bringing about only pleasure. It felt so wonderful that my pussy started leaking fluids immediately.

He lifted his head and spoke to me saying, “You will not orgasm today at all. I will take my pleasure now and because you previously took your pleasure without permission, you will not have that ultimate release today at all.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

His tongue worked its magic. I felt him press his whole mouth around my clit, creating a suction on it and slightly pulling at it where it swelled up in response. My jagged breath and moans of pleasure was starting to tell my Sir just how turned on I really was becoming. As I arched my back and started to beg Sir to stop (or else let me orgasm), he immediately pulled his lips away and said very sternly, “NO! You will NOT orgasm!” His hand simultaneously gave my clit a hard slap, telling it to stop seeking pleasure and to remember the place it’s earned.

He waited a hot second and started again. He brought me to the edge of orgasm three more times, taking his pleasure in teasing me while licking my juices up in full but never allowing me to go over the edge.

After four total times of this, I was beyond sexually frustrated and David knew it. He didn’t care. In fact, he reveled in it as he spoke, “being frustrated isn’t too good for you is it?”

“No Sir.”

“Maybe next time you’ll think twice before taking your pleasure without permission.”

Oh I definitely will not be orgasming without permission again for a very long time to come!

And with that, he pulled entirely away from me and stood up. He grabbed my hand to help pull me up to my feet too. Then he said, “Now then. Because I don’t trust yo to be unbelted, you need to go get your belt back on. Snap the lock and bring me the key.”

And I did as instructed.

As I laid the key in his hand he smiled. Then he spoke saying, “I’ll keep the key on me and at the top of every odd hour for the remainder of the day, present yourself to me. You’ll need to ask me to bring you to the edge again and again. Make no mistake, I have zero intention of allowing you to orgasm today but instead making you beg for your release. You’ll learn to ask and receive permission before taking orgasms in the future.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for loving me enough to met out much needed discipline. I love you Sir and hope to do better by you.”

“You are most welcome my love. While all is indeed now forgiven, make no mistake that the rest of the day is reinforcing the lessons you’ve learned today AND you should plan to be in the belt for a good long time to come as you’ve now lost unbelted, unsupervised, time too.”

“I understand Sir.” I didn’t ask how long the belt would be on, as I knew the question wouldn’t be answered. It was irrelevant.

And he finally finished with, “but right now, I am so turned on and wound up that I think I need to orgasm myself. Get on your knees and prepare to receive my cum.”

And I did as instructed once more.

The end.

Hugs,

Marie