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263 – And just like that, i was spanked. HARD!

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My ass turned a brilliant color of red, hurt to sit, and the next day is STILL tender and bruising.

Yah. So. i knew it was coming. i took it like a champ, but it hurttttttt.

i didn’t know the exact time David’s plane would land back home. i only knew it was around 11a. So i started watching Life 360 for location updates around 10:30. i KNEW i HAD to be in position on time or it would be a double whammy. And i was NOT going there!

Life 360 showed his plane on the ground about 11:05. i watched as his little icon moved slowly, presumably as he walked throughthe airport. Once i knew he was on the road and headed home, i started to get ready.

i was previously told to Assume the Position at the time i knew he had left the airport.

We live about 30’ish minutes from the airport, so i knew the wait would be a test of itself. i went to our bedroom and fully undressed. i pulled the bed covers back. i got the paddle out of its drawer. i grabbed a pillow and set it midway down the bed. i climbed on the bed. i tucked the pillow under my hips, to raise my butt up in the air. i grabbed the paddle, and bent over at my waist. i placed the paddle on my lower back/ upper ass. i tucked my arms under my head. i laid my head on the bed.

And i waited.

And waited.

And i ALMOST fell asleep! Laying on the bed, without anything to do except wait and contemplate my (very) immediate future, caused me to get bored and drift off. Thankfully i did NOT actually fall asleep. i can’t imagine his response had he found me asleep! (Oh my!)

As soon as i heard the garage door open, my heart started racing.

Please Dear God allow me to accept this discipline with grace. Be with David as he delivers this discipline. Lead him in your will. Guide him to know when justice has been served, and without HIS remorse but instead my own.

And he walked in.

“Hello Sir.”

“Hello. I’m glad to see you in position. Are you ready?”

“No, i am not ready, but i know i need to accept this anyway.”

And he picked up the paddle from my lower back/upper butt, and i held my breathe expecting the first swat to land. Instead, it softly touched my bottom. He held it there for what felt like several minutes, but was in reality most likely only several seconds.

i heard, “do you understand why you are here?”

“Yes Sir. i got unnecessarily mad at you and defied your authority, which was disrespectful to you.”

SMACK!

Ouch! Man that hurt. Ok…. Breathe!

As he smacked my butt, my whole body moved forward toward the top of the bed. No warm up today!

Get back in position and relax your muscles. Accept this with grace! You knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant!

“Yes, you are correct.”

He held it against my bottom again. He spoke again, “And was there a better way?”

“Yea Sir. i should have just talked to you.”

Swat, (pause), swat, (pause), SWAT! (and a pause)

Ahhh crap this hurts! Get back in position and relax again!

He said nothing, but as my body moved with the intense smacks he delivered. He gave me enough time to reset and prepare for the next one. Each one was delivered with intensity and intention and purpose.

And we started another round. One. After. Another. i lost count. i tried hard to keep count, but Sir didn’t make me count aloud. Thankfully. As i found it took everything in me to accept each smack, in a respectful manner as i knew i needed to.

This hurt so bad. It is serving its purpose… to correct bad behavior!

After a few more, Sir held the paddle up against my ass again. He must have known i was (unintentionally) holding my breathe as each swat found its mark. This was a chance to recover and be prepared for more. i wasn’t sure if the pause was good or bad really!

After each one, Sir gave me about 5-seconds to reset and release my breathe. And smack!

And release, and Smack!

Then he held the paddle to my ass once again. He spoke again. “Have you learned anything today?”

“Yes Sir. i WON’T be doing this again.”

“Good!”

As he said that, i felt the paddle pull away from the seat of my bottom. As it did, i pulled in my breathe, gritted my teeth, and expected the next swat to make its mark.

But i felt nothing.

Could we be done?!

S-M-A-C-K!

Ouchie…. This was the worst one yet! Wow! This one was intense.

Maybe it was because i wasn’t able to anticipate it so well with the dramatic pause, but i swear Sir added more power to this one for sure!

Even before now, i knew they would get progressively worse too!

i felt several more too!

My resistance was lessening. i was resigning and relaxing into it. This is usually when i start to tear up and the water starts leaking out of my eyes. i felt a few more spanks collide with my ass and i could tell the tears were starting to form.

David knew i was resigned to accept it now. He knew i was feeling the remorse. He also knew how red my ass was already showing too.

He held the paddle against my ass again and asked me, “Do you have anything more to say?”

“Yes Sir. i am sorry.”

With that, he pulled the paddle back and i prepared for another. But it didn’t come.

Instead, he pulled my upper body up from the mattress and into a hug. He kissed my lips and said, “I love you and your submission. All is done.”

i hugged him right back. And i reciprocated my love for my Sir.

And he said, “let’s go enjoy lunch out and do some shopping.”

i didn’t know what shopping he had in mind, but i was feeling incredibly humble and wasn’t about to say a word about that. i said, “thank you Sir for loving me enough to lead and discipline me.”

i wore a cotton dress to lunch. i knew i needed the soft fabric against my burning bottom. The dress was lowwww cut and showed off my cleavage in a polite, but sexy way. i wore nothing underneath. In fact, besides my sandals, the only other thing i put on was my collar. The collar was to remind me who i am (and not earn a repeat visit to the Position any too soon!)

We went out to lunch.

The seat of my Sir’s truck felt like it was on fire. It was SO hot! Or maybe it was the heat radiating from my ass and trapped between the cotton dress and the leather seat that was causing the problem.

When we got to the restaurant, i requested a booth, where the cushioned bench would be so much better than the wood chairs. Sir laughed but agreed. All throughout lunch he made references to my “hot ass.” i knew he wasn’t making flirtatious comments either.

When we left there, we went to the sex toy shop, Adam & Eve. i had no idea his “shopping” would be for sex toys! He found a few things i would not have bought, mainly for cost! One thing he got was a new whipping tool. Not sure what to call it but i will have to find a way to describe it to you at some point, after it tears up my ass no doubt!

Another thing he found was a rabbit vibratory that had an electric shock function too. i have never owned any electric shock toys. Wasn’t sure if this would be good or bad! As Sir handed me the toys he said to go check out, and i did.

i have NO doubt the two cashiers noticed my low cut dress, my lack of a bra, and my collar. They spoke to me politely enough, but admittedly much of their conversation was directed to Sir. They explained that the electric shock function works “differently inside a body, compared to being on the outside. When you have this inside her, touch the button to start the electricity function. It will cause her muscles to contract where she will reach orgasm much quicker.”

He said, “good to know.” And he smiled at me. As he said this to them, i wondered, “will i get to orgasm or will he stop it just short?!”

After we paid, we came home.

He told me to get undressed and lay on the couch. He used the new electric toy on my needy pussy and he allowed me to orgasm… over and over again! That new electric shock delivered, just as the ladies said it would. i was in multiple orgasm, subspace heaven! i lost count for the second time in one day.

The day started on a humbling note and ended on a super high note. As i laid in bed going off to sleep, i felt really special and happy, despite my rear end still throbbing and showing signs of one continuous bruise. My badge of honor that i was pleased to accept!

That was all yesterday.

Today i was allowed to give Sir a blow job, where i got super horny. i so badly wanted to climb on his cock and ride it like nobody’s business, but he did not allow that. He stopped me from it, saying he knew i was thinking selfish (get an orgasm out of it) thoughts. He was not wrong!

And but a short few minutes later, he wanted to “try out the new whip toy.”

i knew i wasn’t in trouble, but i wasn’t thrilled to have my still-bruised-and-still-tender-bottom spanked. i didn’t complain though. Instead, i leaned over the side of the bed and spread my legs wide. He used this new tool to turn my ass a bright red! It stung as it collided with my ass. He didn’t spank me too long, but it was long enough too. i think Sir enjoyed it. i may be seeing more of this thing, that i’m not sure how to describe. Maybe i need to take a picture, post it, and ask you how to describe it or tell me it’s name!

This all made me SO wet! i don’t quite know why, but every time i am spanked my puss gets sopping sloppy wet. (Yesterday i was dripping down my own leg!)

But he did NOT touch me. NO orgasms today!

When he didn’t allow me to ride his cock, nor did he touch my pussy after he spanked my ass, i knew an orgasm was NOT in my immediate future so i went and put the chastity belt on for tonight. i needed to save me from myself! As i came out of the closet, Sir held his hand out and i placed the key in it. He smirked and said, “I like it!”

After he read in his book, he just now turned out the light and with a half laugh told me to “enjoy your frustration tonight.”

i pouted and said, “i don’t think i will Sir.”

He laughed and said, “I will!”

In a joking tone, i poked at him and said, “i think you rather seem to like having me frustrated Sir.”

And he responded back, “I definitely do!”

One of the worst spankings i have had to date and the first time to receive two in two days too, even though the second one was a bit of a maintenance type than a discipline type.

And i am frustrated tonight, but still proud of who i am. i am His submissive wife, and i have accepted all this with the grace i prayed for!

Hugs,

Marie

262 – Today i am mad.

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i got very mad at Sir tonight. And tomorrow, i will be spanked for it.

i said NO! to Sir. i know i don’t do that. But i did. Intentionally too!

Because i got that mad at him.

So we have streaming tv. And his dad, my father in law (FIL), sometimes dials on and watches specific shows on our service. When he does that though, it turns off what we are watching.

Well Sir is out of town and it happened while i was watching a tv show. i got a message that said, “You’re watching tv on too many devices in too many locations.” It gives me a choice to click on continue watching or cancel. If i continue, it will knock my FIL off again. And while i could do that, he will get that message and hit “continue watching” himself and it will knock me off where we play a tv version of ping pong.

So i got pissed and i told David so. i said, “this is stupid that we share tv service with your dad. We can afford to pay for our own service, and so can he. i should be able to watch what i want, when i want.”

i got a message back that said, “CHILL OUT!” Well, i didn’t.

And while David showed me an alternative way to get the show on that i wanted, i told him, “i got it on now, but i am still mad. This is stupid!”

To which he said, “well tell him.”

Now i wasn’t mad at my FIL, but at David. David gave him the password and he used it. My FIL didn’t do anything wrong.

So i said, “No. i told you.”

i waited.

i saw he read it.

About 5-minutes later, i got a response.

It said, “Are you telling me no?”

And i wrote (very boldly and confidently), “Yes Sir. i did. Because i am that mad.”

He wrote, “ok. When you see I’m leaving the airport (to drive to our house), you will Assume The Position.”

We have Life 360 app where i can see where he is and vice versa. i will have to watch the app to see when he’s leaving though as the airport is not a saved place. Only the saved places will trigger an automatic notification to me and he knows this. So he’s making me watching the app to know when he’s leaving the airport, in addition to the spanking now too.

Fine. i don’t care!

“Yes Sir.”

And then i got another message that read, “And you’ll wear the (chastity) belt from now until I leave the airport tomorrow to. You will not orgasm at all!”

Fine. i don’t care about that either!

“Yes Sir.”

And i put it on, even though i contemplated not doing it. While he won’t know exactly when i put it on or take it off, he will know if i don’t wear it. The belt leaves indentation marks on my skin that would be missing if i were to not wear it. The indentations are not permanent, and the belt doesn’t hurt but it does have to be tight enough to be effective. So it presses against my waist line, and leaves marks. i have noticed there seems to be a correlation between how long i wear the belt to just how long the marks stay. So i almost have to wear it for the duration prescribed if i am to take it off when Sir leaves the airport (and for it to be long enough to have the marks still be present when he gets home).

And now we aren’t exactly talking. i’m not sure if it’s a lull in the conversation and communication, or if he’s that mad that he’s not speaking to me. Although i am pretty certain it’s just a lull. Either way, right now, i am happy for the break to recoup and regain my composure.

Tomorrow’s spanking won’t be easy, or light, or maintenance. It’s going to hurt. And i am ok with that… at least right now anyway. i’ll wait to see if or how badly i regret this tomorrow!

UPDATE:

i did discover, even last night, that Sir was speaking to me and said good night and that he loves me. (Just doesn’t love my anger!).

We talked more and i told him that i was mad at him, not his dad, which is why i told him NO that i would NOT tell his dad not to use our service and that he could pay for it himself.

To which, David started typing….. i saw the little bubbles. i got a bit anxious at his response as i was entirely sure that i should NOT have probably revisited this whole topic in the first place, but rather let it be what it was to be. But then also, i was openly telling him how mad i was and (while not in so many words…..) was also saying how wrong i thought David was in doing this.

Then i saw his response.

“In all your anger, have you forgotten all the money they’ve given us with (XY and Z). Not to mention, when I share codes with your family, you don’t seem to think that’s problematic. I don’t think what I’ve done is so egregious that it warrants your anger or defiance. You do not need to ever tell me No like that again.”

Ugh. He’s SO right! i have forgotten.

While i don’t necessarily agree with how he’s chosen to be kind and repay their graciousness, he’s not wrong at all. i am.

And i apologized. And i told him he is right.

To which he didn’t respond. But he didn’t need to. We both know where we both stand.

And i also know that a regretful, remorseful, raw butt will ensue. And to that end, we both know i will accept it, as it is appropriate to do so.

Ugh. Now i am dreading tomorrow….. but….

It is what it is now.

Hugs,

Marie

261 – Forced Abstinence

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3-days ago:

i think i am in a period of NO-ORGASMS-ALLOWED.

i say “i think,” because earlier tonight David said “no orgasms for 3-weeks,” but he said it while laughing AND he said it after doing a FORCED orgasm session. So maybe he’s just messing with me. i hope he is, but i suspect he’s not.

Let me back up and explain a bit more….

This morning i was feeling quite aroused after my shower. David was heading out to the dentist office so he had no extra time to touch, lick, fondle, or fuck me. So i asked if i could play with myself.

He said, “you can edge. But no orgasm!” And he kissed me goodbye and left.

i wasn’t sure how i felt about this because the answer was better than a no, but worse than a yes. Edging is bitter sweet. It’s a “play with yourself until you really, REALLY…. R-E-A-L-L-Y …. want to orgasm and STOP!,” kind of thing.

But now i kinda wanted to play and decided i could make the most of it. My first mistake was that i got out my favorite dildo. Should have known better really. In hindsight, i see this now but at the time, i thought i wanted to “make the most of the situation,” and thought this amazing dildo would feel amazing and that counted for something. So i used it.

And i told myself that having to stop short of orgasm would be ok.

But. It wasn’t.

i didn’t even play with myself but about 1-2 minutes, and i felt myself relax and enjoy the moment. It wasn’t even another minute and i felt the interior muscles of my pelvic floor do a sort of twitch. This was my second mistake. i recognized that as my first indication that i was “getting close,” but instead of stopping there, i kept going. i didn’t fully recognize “the edge” as being that close already though. And 20-seconds later, my pussy told me “too late!”

Ahh crap. Not good,

As i felt it coming, i pulled the dildo out of me and stopped. But it was too late. i went over the edge. And now i’d have to tell David.

So I texted him and he said, “hmm.” He uses that “word” a lot and i really don’t like it much! It says a lot, and nothing at all, all at the same time!

Well, nothing else was said about it all day long. i actually forgot about it really. Until…. We were finishing up watching a tv show and David said, “time for you to get spanked. Go prepare yourself.”

i didn’t move too quickly and he commented on that, to which i said, “i couldn’t tell how serious you are being.”

“Do I sound like I’m serious?”

“Well, i guess. But i am unsure why Sir.”

“My how quickly you forget! You orgasmed without permission. Remember?”

“Oh. Yah. That.” Forgetting was my next mistake.

“Yah. Now you remember!”

And he proceeded to spank me. He’s been itching to try out the fly swatter. He thought about using it at some point over the weekend and i kinda wonder if he was looking for an opportunity to try it out. So he did.

Won’t lie, NOT an effective implement. Maybe for fun. Or maybe if a Dom has a LOT of time on their hands to spank repeatedly for a good long time, as the build up would start to be pretty powerful but otherwise just not effective.

David recognized that and got out other implements… the crop, the leather strap, and the paddle, where he spanked me some with each. Of course, after having my butt warmed by the fly swatter, these things all stung that much more than otherwise! But i didn’t cry. It wasn’t that bad of a spanking in total and for that i was grateful.

With that we prepared for bed. And i thought all was done and good. And that was another mistake on my part. i should not have assumed!

David reached over to me and i spread my legs. He was pleased to see me naked and available to him. He proceeded to finger my clit and make me beg to orgasm. After he said yes, i enjoyed the orgasm that flooded over me. i thought we’d be done, which was again, another mistake of having another assumption.

i wanted him to stop fingering me, and let me just bask in the orgasm. But he did not. i received NO reprieve from the assault his fingers were putting on my pussy. Instead, he forced another orgasm to bubble up in a matter of just a few short minutes, to which i begged for the release but this time he said, “no, not yet!”

i cringed as i knew i wouldn’t hold the orgasm in long, and begged again. He said no, but it didn’t matter. The orgasm released of its own accord. Of course, he noticed it. Without his fingers missing a beat as they continued to fondle my clit and opening still, he said with incredulous surprise, “did you just orgasm without permission??”

i had to respond, “Yes Sir.”

i barely recovered from the second one when i felt another coming up. And it came out too! (Pun intended).

In total, i had 5-orgasms tonight! The bad thing is, only 2 were with approval.

When he finished he said, “I think that will now be 3-weeks without orgasms at all. One week for each one you took without my permission. Besides the more you get, the more you want. And the more disrespectful you get by just taking it without permission. All you had to do was ask!”

He was right. But at that exact moment, i was enjoying the subspace i found my head floating in from having 5-orgasms. So i didn’t say much of anything at all.

After i came back down a little, i asked how serious he was and he said, “well, if you’d shown a bit of remorse, I might not have held to it, but now… now I have to.”

He laughed as he spoke again to say, “going to be a lot of locked up time for you in the coming month!”

i cringed but said little.

After another 5’ish minutes, he asked me what i thought of the next 3-orgasm-free weeks to which i replied, “i can only hope you allow it to be less.”

He didn’t comment back at all. i think i will be in chastity a LOT in the next 3-weeks!

^^ all of that happened and i wrote about it 3-days ago. i just didn’t get this message posted.

i have learned he is VERY serious about three weeks. Yesterday i was busy at work and didn’t get home til later in the evening, and … well.. didn’t have time to sit and contemplate it.

But today was a a different story. Today, even at the office, i had a desire to stick my hand in my pants and rub my clit til i orgasmed. But, i didn’t. i was a good girl.

When i got home, i got naked. David is really starting to enjoy me naked .

And i got into the hot tub after heating it just a tad. And the jets hit my mound.m getting me hot and bothered.

When we came in the house, I asked if David wanted to touch me. He said, “why, so you can be more frustrated?”

He continued, “you aren’t going to orgasm for three weeks. Get used to it!”

i tried to plead my case by saying he didn’t have to keep that timeline and i could make him happy of he’d change that. Ok, maybe i was bargaining!

He wasn’t buying it though. He said, “what have you done that warrants an orgasm?”

i couldn’t think of anything really. Ugh! To which he said he would’ve gone easier on me if their was a reason. But there’s not. And we both know it. i wasn’t even too sure he would’ve gone easier even “if” there was a reason! Whatever. It is what it is too.

Then as we were lying in bed chatting and reading, me naked (per usual now) and he in his sleep shorts, he reached over and tweaked my nipples. i tested the waters once more by pulling the covers back and spreading my legs, but saying nothing.

He said, “I didn’t need that. And neither do you. You have to learn you can’t and won’t orgasm without permission. You didn’t even ask but just took what you wanted. So now I’m not granting permission for 3, or maybe 4, more weeks.”

“No. It’s not 3 MORE. You said 3 weeks already 3-days ago,” is what i blurted out.

“Are you questioning me?” And without the word SIR too!?”

Knowing i had, but where that wasn’t my intention at all, i said, “i guess so. But i just don’t want to go any longer than what you previously said. Sir.”

He calmly said, “I can change my mind anytime I want. You know that. And I’m undecided at the moment. Don’t bother counting down the days because it won’t matter.”

“Yes Sir.”

Now i was utterly and completely frustrated, rejected, and annoyed. And turned on. And wanting (needing!) him to take me, mark me, claim me as his own.

Then he said, “I think you should go put the chastity belt on. You need to wear it tonight to help you with this frustration that I suspect you are feeling now.”

Yah, i am frustrated and i am needing the belt, or i may just touch myself to relieve the pressure that’s been building as soon as i am sure he’s asleep!

But i don’t want to wear it. i want to cum. Not be forced into abstinence!

i guess he IS claiming me and marking me …. Just not in the way I want him to!

i went and put the belt on. When i asked if he wanted the key, he said, “of course. And why do your voice sound dejected?”

As i handed him the key i said, “Because i am Sir, but i will get over it.”

“Good deal,” is what i heard in response. Followed by a “good night my love, sleep well.”

While i said i would get over it, i didn’t want to. What i wanted to do was talk about this with him more.

What’s more is that i KNEW he KNEW i wasn’t done talking about it too. But that didn’t have to be said aloud because it was irrelevant and he was done. Not to mention, he probably knew i would just try to (ultimately) wear him down to where i (maybe) would get what i wanted: the belt off and to be able to orgasm!

But i also knew there wasn’t anymore to TALK about, and by saying anything more out loud would just get him irritated and/or angry as he had clearly decided the conversation was over. And angering him would lead to a fight… or more aptly it would lead to a spanking.

While he’s never spanked me with the chastity belt on, i don’t need to test him to see if he would either! i don’t expect that a spanking with the belt on would feel pleasant at all!

So.

Here i am.

In the belt.

Typing furiously with my fingers via my iPad, in the dark, in my bed, to get all my anger and frustration and annoyance and brattiness …. and … well…. whatever other negativity i am feeling and can’t even come up with the right words to describe all right here out on paper.

^^^^ and THAT was last night…….

Now it is morning and i slept terribly. i was still angry when i sat the iPad down to sleep. Despite the fact i was nearly falling asleep as i typed, and i thought i was over it, i wasn’t.

i tossed and turned all night long. When i got out of bed this morning, so did David. He doesn’t usually get up with me, but he did today. So he had to wait on his coffee, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Instead, after we were standing upright, he grabbed one of my butt cheeks and squeezed it hard while kissing me too. He doesn’t usually do that in the mornings as he’s still most,y asleep, but he did today.

Grabbing my butt cheek reminded me that he knew the belt was still on. And while he did it very lovingly, it was a reminder that the belt was needed and was serving its purpose.

i feel confident the belt will come off for the day…. But i won’t be surprised if i sleep in it again tonight!

i hope the frustration, annoyance, disappointment, anger, and (fill in the blank!!) negativity leaves me soon!

Hugs,

Marie

253 – Wait for it…..

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On Saturday, David arrived back home. Because it was daylight hours, a weekend day, and we have a teen in our house, i knew nothing regarding discipline for my poor choices would happen. Not to say David couldn’t find a way to get he/i alone if he needed to, but it was easier to just wait.

As we were heading toward bed, i was starting to feel anxious and asked, “Sir, are you going to punish me?”

He said, “I haven’t decided yet.” i see.

And we went to sleep.

i usually wake before him, and Sunday was no different. i fully expected that once he was awake that on morning, he would indeed spank me. i was ready to accept it.

When he woke up, i had decided i would make his coffee and have it ready for him. i had already been thinking i ought to start doing that as another way to serve (and submit to) him. He was impressed and loved it. i was glad he didn’t honk i was trying to just kiss his ass in an attempt to avoid punishment, as that really wasn’t my intent at all!

And then throughout the day, nothing any different than the day before. We went about our day, our son was in/out, and no spanking or other punishment at all. The longer the day went, the more anxious i became. i even asked a second time, to which i heard, “maybe I am making you think.”

He didn’t have to finish that sentence or thought outloud. i knew he meant it to say that NOT getting a spanking, yet anyway, is definitely part of his plan and his punishment. He was making me think about my actions, be in tune with him, be accepting of the punishment… even the patience to wait to receive it … if “it” was to be a thing at all!

Towards the end of the day, i relaxed into it and decided, “i guess punishment won’t happen after all.” And i couldn’t quite decide if i thought that was a good or a BAD thing!

David was watching a tv show in the living room that i had no interest in, so i went to our bedroom and turned on the tv there. We do that sometimes, without issue for anyone. After a bit, he came in to see me. He got up near the bed, and i thought, “oh here we go! Punishment time!”

Instead though, he came to me and took hold of the zipper to my shorts and pulled it down. His hand went into my pants, and i spread my legs to make room for his hand. Of course, he didn’t pull my shorts down, only the zipper, so there still wasn’t much room at all. So i decided to try to make it easier on him where i lifted my butt and started to pull my shorts off.

That’s when he said, “I didn’t say to take your pants off.”

“i was just trying to make it easier for you Sir.”

“If I needed help, or to make anything easy, I will let you know.”

Well, i wanted his full touch, so i smiled a sly, sexy smile, and kept pulling my shorts off. He didn’t like that answer. He said, “ok, well… you didn’t listen. So now I’m done.”

With that he pulled his hand out of my, 3/4ths of the way off my butt, shorts and he left the room. i was sorely disappointed. i debated “what to do now.”

i opted to wait. i didn’t even pull my shorts up for awhile. i just sat there and waited. At least until i had to go pee, which was about 20-minutes later. Afterward, i texted him from the bedroom to the living room (yep, one room away!) and i said, “you could come back now Sir.”

And he texted back, “And you could listen to me now too!”

Ugh, now he has TWO reasons to discipline me! NOT what i had wanted or intended at all!

So i texted back, “Very true.” What more was there to say really?

With my shorts (fully) on, about another hour later, he came back. It was such a veryyyyy long wait! And he repeated the process.

This time i didn’t help him at all. He tweaked my clit, teasing it til i begged to cum. He said, “Nope! You already did that!”

And he was done again and leftthe room again. Of course he did!

A few hours later, we went to sleep. Again. This time i was convinced, “ok, no spanking for me after all. Just a lot of anticipation and edging. Okay, i can deal with that.”

And that brought us to Monday morning. Work day. David works from home but i do not. So i was preparing to get ready for the day, and as i got out of the shower, David said, “it’s time.”

And like the dumb ass that i am, i was confused (because i thought it wasn’t now going to happen and had put it out of my mind). and said, “excuse me Sir?”

And i heard the words, “Assume The Position”

Oh geez. Here we go. Here i deceived myself to think it was NOT going to happen. i was in full cringe, dread, “don’t want it do this!” mode. But i did. i got into position in a hurry, as he was waiting on me to do so.

And he got the paddle out and started to spank. From the get go, it hurt. It stung pretty hard, and he wasn’t even smacking me any too hard. In fact, at one point he even commented to that fact. i knew he was right but i had also just gotten out of the shower, been out of practice (haven’t had many spankings at all in 2022), and wasn’t even in the right mindset. So of course, it hurt more than usual at this point too!

He swatted fast over and over. i didn’t have time to think or count. He asked, “do you know why we are here?”

i could barely talk as i was focused on staying still, accepting this with grace, and …. breathing without yelling out, all at the same time. So i didn’t respond any too quick, which wasn’t too good either.

i finally eked out the words, “because i didn’t listen to you… i orgasmed without permission and i took my shorts off… and i askedmultiple times when this would happen.”

And he smacked a few times extra hard then and said, “Correct!”

When he was done, i was grateful and was glad it was over. i sat up and he said, “don’t you want to thank me??”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir for caring and loving me enough to keep me in line and deliver punishment when i deserve it.”

“You are welcome. Now kiss me and let’s go have a good day.”

And that’s exactly what we did!

Sometime mid-morning he texted me, “butt still sore?” So i was still on his mind!

i responded with, “Not really Sir…. While a fast and hard spanking is effective, if you want it to last more long term, you’d have to repeat it say 3-5 minutes later, or maybe after a warm up, then give a few really hard swats too. i am not completely sure, but that’s what i think.”

He said, “Good to know.”

And that’s that! Next time may be different, time will tell. And I will have to wait for it!

Hugs,

Marie

252 – Good girl, with Bad habits!

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You may have noticed that quite a lot of our dynamic lately seems to be revolving around orgasm control. It’s not all we do, but it is a great motivator for me too.

In fact, you’ve heard the phrase, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” In that same vein, i’d say “the way to my heart is through orgasm denial.” i see it as a challenge to comply, to bend, be vulnerable, and to ultimately submit! i have to have self-control, determination, and use mind-over-matter to make good choices all the time.

Despite what may seem true, i have been surprised at how much of a positive motivator the chastity belt has become for me too. When it is on, i have no ability to stimulate myself let alone orgasm. Yet, i am constantly aware of the belt and constantly in a low state of arousal too. But when it’s off is the surprising part actually. i thought i would attack my clit the second it was vulnerable and open to the fresh air, but it is quite the opposite! The belt comes off, and i think, “it is a privilege to have the belt off. This puss is not yours to touch, by your own volition. You made a voluntary consensual choice! So respect those choices and don’t touch!”

And i don’t. At least for awhile anyway.

Then there are days like today….

i’m not entirely sure what prompted me to do so, but in the middle of the day, i texted David, “i know you know i am sexually turned on… a lot. What you may/may not realize is that i am intensely motivated by sexual acts, with the hope (but not expectation) of ending with an orgasm,”

i continued, “Over the years you’ve wanted me to be more competitive. When it comes to the quest to get an authorized orgasm, i am very competitive. i’ll do nearly anything you ask, if you’ll (possibly) reward me with an orgasm. Sir, i am equally turned on by the denial as the allowance, because i know it’s intentional on your part when you deny or allow me to orgasm. Of course, make no mistake, i love to orgasm, especially at your cock, tongue, or hand… in that order too!”

And i waited for a response.

i got a “Good! And yes, I already knew much of that, which is why you don’t get to orgasm as much as you’d like, but maybe now it will be even less.”

And then he went out of town for tonight. Just one night. He’s back tomorrow.

Then tonight i got a text saying, “you’ve been very good lately. I will allow you to masturbate and orgasm tonight if you want. But just one orgasm.”

“Oh yes of course i want! Thank you Sir! Yea for me!”

And i started to play. And i orgasmed really fast. Too fast really. i was bummed at how fast it happened. i had already talked to myself about how nice and slow i wanted to go, to be able to enjoy the moment and relax into it. But, it didn’t happen that way. Okay, whatever, it was what it was. So i just was grateful for the one and tried to ignore the annoyance i was feeling, and set about watching tv.

But then the tv show wasn’t that great, and my mind began to think. i thought about how he never said i couldn’t play with myself more than once, only that i couldn’t orgasm more than once.

While i had wanted to go slow and enjoy myself upfront and because i usually struggle to get myself to orgasm more than once in such short periods (David can pull as many orgasms from me in as short of a period as he ever desires!), i could play with myself AFTER instead of BEFORE the single permitted orgasm. While playing AFTER isn’t quite as anticipatory as it would have been (and the grand finale ending will be different), i could do this instead!

i can fondle and love on myself, inside and out, maybe learn how to get myself to the edge after one orgasm, and well, have fun this way too. All while never orgasming the second time.

No problem, challenge accepted! i got this! So i grabbed my favorite dildo and set about having fun.

Unfortunately it didn’t take long before i was getting so close to the edge, that even i was surprising myself.

It wasn’t much longer and i heard my head screaming, “S-T-O-P! Don’t go over! Don’t allow yourself this indulgence!” The problem was i didn’t want to stop, but i did want to be good!

So now an internal battle began….

My left hand kept moving the dildo in and out, while my right hand kept rubbing on my clit. My head said, “Just a little bit more…. Besides, this was a challenge and you can stop before you go over that edge. Push that ‘edge’ further out!”

Then my head also told me, “this is so good. Keep going! It will be alright. You got this!”

And i kept going. And going.

And then i suddenly recognized that desire inside me building. The one that becomes determined to get what i want. i wanted to keep going….. and going…. right over that edge. i knew i simply needed to go over that edge. Or at least i told myself that. i thought, “why stop now? Just GO over the edge already! Take this!”

And i did.

It felt SO good! i was feeling those endorphins course through me. It did indeed feel so damn good.

And then the high subsided and the moment of realization hit. i suddenly became sober in the reality of the moment and the question of “what have i done?!” was in my head.

i thought a minute… and the next question came into my head.….“Do i HAVE to tell David?”

And the immediate answer of, “YES, of course you have to!” came right back too.

And just like that my good and bad side both started to fight saying, “No you don’t have to tell him. He never has to know.”

“But i will know.”

“It’s your body! You can reward yourself if you need it. Besides, we didn’t even think this could actually happen. You so rarely ever have a second orgasm at your own hand in quick succession.”

“But i will know.”

“And if you tell him, you’ll likely have a red bottom shortly after he is home.”

“Yes, true. But i will know.”

“And when the permanent/fitted chastity belt finally comes in, the one you can wear 24/7 if he wants you to, it will likely be glued on your puss! Then you won’t get to touch it at all!”

“Also true. But i will know. And we have an honest relationship. i knew not to do this, and i just didn’t care. Now i have to own my situation and tell him!”

So i texted him and told him.

The response i got back was, “hmm.”

i think i may regret this decision by this time tomorrow! Or maybe i already regret it now!

Hugs,

Marie