Today is Friday. i haven’t had a maintenance spanking in a longgggg time. It was middle of September the last time i was spanked for maintenance purposes.
While it’s been awhile since i wrote about the Types of Spankings, when i re-read it tonight, i would say it’s all still true.
Maintenance Spankings work. They hurt. They are intended to. They are preemptive in curbing bad attitudes/activities before they get so bad it has to be punishment. They are also reminders of what could be worse if i keep on doing bad things. (i also think maintenance does David good too. He wields his hand and exerts his authority. He’s reminded how to be Dominate every time too.)
Today’s maintenance was needed. Much needed. Probably a good two weeks or more overdue!
i was reluctant to tell David (or even suggest) that he needed to spank me. Because i try hard to NOT tell him how or when to do his job. i know i have tendencies to Top From The Bottom. i have tried VERY hard to stop.
But it puts me in a quandary of not being able to get what i need without asking too. Of course, the key word in that last sentence is ASKING, as compared to TELLING. If i ASK, i shall receive. But it’s wrong to TELL or demand or command. Admittedly, i have not mastered the skill of “just” asking…. Yet. But i am working on it too!
When i don’t get spanked, i get antsy, cranky, and generally stressed out. i know that sounds dumb. But it’s so true. My anxiety goes way up as i am left to my own devices. When i am spanked, i am brought down a notch, reminded to be submissive, and the endorphins are released bringing about stress-relief.
My biggest wish is that David would see how good it is for me and be CONSISTENT to do it when it’s needed. Or on a routine schedule. Or both.
Well… usually… when he is consistent…. It’s done on Friday’s. We decided that ages ago. It sets the right tone for the weekend and gets things started “right.” But as mentioned, we haven’t done it in a long time. But today, we did.
As i was in the shower, i was debating, “do i ask to be spanked or not?!” And i thought, “i am just going to tell him how much i need it.” And then i thought, “that’s the wrong way to do this. Go ask him to do it.” And then i continued my mental battle by saying, “but if he says NO, it’s going to be a full-on meltdown for me.”
So, i had no clear path forward but got out of the shower anyway. Right about that moment, David came into the bathroom and greeted me. He leaned in and gave me a kiss too. Then he straightened up and said, “I need to do maintenance. Go Assume The Position.”
Ok. That settled that!
So i didn’t say a word and just did as told.
He used the riding crop. It started out smooth and tame and even easy. Then it became more intense with swift strikes to my ass.
As i started to feel the heat rise in my butt, i was squirming around a lot. David is always standing as i am on the bed, so he was in a prime position to use a single hand to press down on my lower back causing me to be pinned between the bed and him. i was no longer able to move.
He struck my bottom over and over.
i could tell it was doing it’s job and calming my thoughts. i was focused on nothing but holding still, enduring what i knew i craved and ultimately needed, and taking it with grace and submissive acceptance.
Eventually i was to my breaking point and was begging him to stop. Begging never works. i do have safe words. When i call “yellow” it is to signal to David that i need him to give me a break, or to slow down, or otherwise consider stopping. Ironically, i can’t seem to find the right words to ask to be spanked, but a single word is all i have to utter to give David a proper and kind request to slow down. But he still has all authority to continue or to stop, until i say the word “red.” So he retains control the whole time. Wish i had a single word to start in the same way i have a word to stop!
When i couldn’t take anymore, i uttered “yellow Sir!” And he decided to stop entirely. i suspect if this was a full-on punishment, he’d not have stopped at all. But i was grateful that today he did stop.
i was still in position when he spoke a question that we both knew was rhetorical. He asked, “are you wet?!” And his fingers found their mark. My body always betrays me by releasing my juices every time i am spanked. i don’t feel turned on or sexually aroused by the spanking, yet, my puss always tells another story. He knew he’d find a dripping wet pussy as he touched it.
He left his one hand on the small of my back as his other hand’s fingers primed my holes. i felt a finger enter my front and another invade my back hole simultaneously. And then he began to hold me in place as his fingers started to stroke my sex. It took just a minute or so before i begged my Sir if i could orgasm, and after he said yes, i let all my juices flow freely.
After i recovered and came to my senses fully, i thanked my Sir properly.
He could tell my mind was then “thinking” and he asked me to share my thoughts.
i asked if we were good now. He said, “I think we are.”
When i asked him why he has not spanked me for the previous weeks, where i was “all but daring” him to do so, he said, “because I wanted to see what you’d do.”
i said, “act poorly.”
He said, “I know. That’s why we had a maintenance where you called yellow. I was determined to go a long time today. And if this doesn’t work, we will repeat until you call red.”
i think we are good.
i knew we would be. i just wanted it to be awhile ago already.
(i’ll write about the new belt and what i think of it very soon.. as i am sitting locked in place now.)
That pretty well sums up my state of affairs this weekend!
It is currently Saturday night and we have been visiting our son this weekend at his college campus. We are in the hotel tonight, will get breakfast with him in the am, and head back home tomorrow. We should be home around 1-2pm’ish.
The visit has gone well overall. We brought my sister and her son, my nephew with us too.
But.
i have still managed to earn myself a spanking. i think. To be delivered upon arriving back home.
i knew the vey second David was mad. i am pretty sure everyone else was aware too. But instead of yelling or getting into a fight, he texted me.
“Be prepared when you get home”
Not even an explanation of what i needed to be prepared for, as it was understood. Ugh. Of course. But seriously, i think it was unfair! Whatever!
Trouble. i feel like it went looking for me and tripped me when i wasn’t even looking!
So let’s back up to yesterday morning…. Friday. Usually that means maintenance.
We were intending to work a half day and then leave town. So when i asked David if he was intending to deliver a maintenance spanking (i needed to know if i was to Assume The Position or was able to get dressed for the day), he got a devious look about him.
He directed me to sit on his lap. (i was naked). As he spread my legs and started to play with a nipple in one hand and my clit in his other, he said, “when we get home, you’ll either get to enjoy the remainder of the afternoon naked, where we will both get you to orgasm as much as you can. Orrrrrrr. You will have a spanking worthy of you calling ‘red.’ The choice is yours, and you’ll earn one or the other based on your behavior this weekend.”
So i have a 50-50 chance, with a 90% probability of getting it wrong!
He finished with, “but make no mistake, we will lock you up for the rest of October as soon as orgasm or spanking is complete.”
With those words complete and his fingers never slowing their assault on my exposed clit, i was begging to orgasm as he got me so worked up so very quickly! His response was a shrug and a “ok…. I guess you can….” followed by a slight laugh.
The water works let open and the orgasm flowed through! And it was amazing too!
That was all yesterday, on Friday. i didn’t do great yesterday, but i wasn’t in trouble either. David said i was “entirely too bossy.” i heard that more than once too.
i didn’t mean to be bossy but no one was making any decisions or even making suggestions. So i did.
i have found that in a group of people, if someone steps up and leads, i am good. And when there’s a lot of people in a group with everyone being noncommittal, then it irritates me and i step up and decide. i mean, when someone asks you an opinion, why don’t you answer?!
For example, “where do you want to eat lunch?” Crickets. No response. Did you hear me? Should i repeat myself? Are you thinking of an answer? Anyone home?!? Helloooooooooooo????
That’s when the options get listed out. You can pick from x, y, or z. Crickets. STILL. Seriously? At least say, “I don’t care.” But NO answer at all is just rude, in my opinion.
Yesterday morning, no one was deciding much of anything. So i got irritated, but that only happened after David started out walking towards an entire street of restaurants. It was not terribly loud outside, but traffic and street noise, combined with being in a (bit) of a spread out line/spacing, made it difficult to talk much at all too. i assumed he had a plan and we were all following, which was fine.
Suddenly he stopped, let us close the gap and said, “where do you want to go?” Seriously?! You are going to ask us now after we are nearly somewhere?! We all assumed you had a plan. And NO ONE responded!
Our son had already previously declared his only need was that he “just wants coffee!” and no one had responded then either for any other thing.
So in my best NON-irritated voice yet rather loudly to speak above the noise of the street and cars, i said, “just make a decision. No one seems to care.”
He took that as me being TOO bossy by telling him what to do, yelling at him as my voice was raised, and the second i said it, i knew. Ughhhhhh. i was honestly trying NOT to be bossy.
But damn it… no one, including David was deciding anything. Why take off walking, in the lead position, with us all following for you to just stop and ask where we want to go!? Don’t you already have a plan?! But even if you don’t, no one else is responding… implying they either don’t care or don’t want to say, either way…. YOU need to just decide already!!!
After i spoke, he cocked his head, folded his arms, raised his eyebrows, and slowly nodded his head. He said nothing out loud. If he had spoken, i suspect his words would have been something like, “Alright. So THAT’s how you want to play this?! And how you want to speak to me?! I don’t have to yell. We have a better solution for this. And you already knew your two options for our arrival home. I guess you made your choice.”
Great. Justttttt great! Whatever. It is what it is. i didn’t think this was fair, but okay, fine.
i tried to take opportunities throughout the rest of the day to talk to David about this, but with others around us all day, it was a challenge. i did get to plead my case and tell him what happened. He never quite conceded but he did say, “I haven’t decided yet (if I agree with you or think your behavior should be excused) if I’ll spank you or not. Ut don’t give me anymore reason either!”
So i have a chance of escaping a “spanking worthy of (me) calling out RED.”
(In case you aren’t already aware, we have safe words where i call ‘yellow’ to say, “please slow down, i can’t take much more.” And red for, “stop right now, i am done.” It is fully understood that i use the safe words quite sparingly and their use will never be abused (by me). i am to accept discipline and never refuse, as this is our lifestyle and agreement, but… on rare occasions, if David doesn’t read my body language well enough to know i am at my very limits, i have safe words. To date, i have called yellow about 2-3 times and never used red.)
At this moment, I think it is 50/50 chance to orgasm or to be spanked. Either way, in about 24-mor hours, we will begin Locktober too. i pray it starts with pleasure and not pain!!
But… the weekend isn’t over and i have a 90% chance of getting it wrong still too!
i read a blog post recently, written by a woman about her submissive husband. She wrote the post to fellow (male or female) Dominants about how you know when to end a spanking. She talked about how the spanking shouldn’t end with tears, begging to stop, promises to be a better sub, or even a red ass.
She said a spanking should end when you (the Dom) feel “that your sub has learned their lesson sufficient to not have to repeat the punishment for the same infraction for at least a month or more.” And if you do have to repeat the punishment, the second spanking should be “that much more.”
And today i am almost in the exact same position that i was in less than a month ago. While i am hopeful that this will end differently, i am just stubborn enough that i really don’t care if it ends exactly the same!
In fact, part of me WANTS to press it, be a brat, throw a temper tantrum, and … well… essentially dare David to spank me! But, then again, i don’t want a big W (whipping/spanking/punishment).
Another Saturday. Another time where David is out of town. Another day i want to watch tv. And another day that i am booted off.
And another day that David is texting me about alternatives. And telling me to calm down and click here and push that and …. Well…. i just don’t care! It shouldn’t be THIS hard to watch tv.
The biggest differences between then and now…..
1) David had not discovered the power of the Whip. The Whip came a week after the paddle spanking, which came as a result of the tv debacle…. All of which was just 2-weeks ago at this point!
2) i have the chastity belt on. This trip out of town has been fully locked up. i did get an email from the Fancy Steel team saying the good belt is expected to ship in the next week or so. i am getting super excited about it. i am getting used to wearing the belt a lot more now, but i think the new one will fit that much better too.
You’d think when I was in belt that i would not feel sexual urges. No. i want an O even more. It’s the idea of telling me i can’t have it, makes me want it even more. But it just ain’t possible in belt,
3) While i WANT to be a brat about this, i am trying hard to refrain. David KNOWS i am mad. But instead of me going on about all this in text, i simply said, “i have zero desire to get my ass whipped. So i am fine.”
He knows i am NOT fine, but he also knows this is my wee small stand without throwing a real temper tantrum too. i am refraining.
And this is really better in the end. As maybe i won’t get spanked tomorrow when he gets home. i say maybe because the night is still young. And David is still not home. And i am still not over this. i am choosing to tell you rather than him, because i am confident that if i tell him all this, he will tell me to expect to be spanked upon his return.
A-N-D because David has me in chastity AND because he now knows how to wield the whip while i am in chastity, i suspect the punishment won’t be a repeat with the paddle but rather a repeat of The Whip.
And let me tell you, that Whip was NO joke! i felt those whip marks on my ass for nearly a week! There were two specific spots that had a deep tissue bruise that took awhile to fully recover from. It was effective!
In spite of how hard that Whipping was, believe it or not but i didn’t cry during that whipping. Tears were starting to form and my breathing was shortened, but as all that was happening he stopped. Thankfully.
i can only imagine that if David were to take the Domme’s advice about making the second punishment for the second offense inside a month tone “that much worse”, and if he were to do it with the whip, while in chastity just HOW bad it would hurt.
i have NO doubt i would be in tears.
i am glad i am telling you about my deja vu moments today.
Instead, maybe, with any luck… when David returns home i will be released from belt to get a big O, instead of staying in belt to get a big W!
My ass is very sore as i write this, about 2-days post a whipping punishment.
That new spanking tool i mentioned before… yah, it’s a leather whip. Pictured here. i found out the hard way just how bad (or do i say how GOOD) it can deliver a punishment spanking on Sunday evening!
David has pretty much just stuck to the paddle, but not on Sunday. He wielded the new spanking whip with ease. He used it as if he’s always used it, with intention and execution.
i dare say it is WAY more effective than the paddle. David knows it too. i would not be surprised at all if the paddle will be retired and this whip will take its place.
So let’s back up….. and let me tell you what led to this punishment. Ultimately i will tell you now it’s basically about the chastity belt, but then, it’s a bit more than that too.
On Sunday morning i was out of bed first, per usual. When i heard David stirring awake, i got his coffee and got into my usual spot to deliver it to him as he passed by.
That morning he surprised me. Instead of just the typical morning greeting, taking the coffee, and moving on past, he dropped his sleep shorts to the floor. And he stood there. He said nothing.
It took me a few seconds to figure out that i needed to drop to the floor also and take his cock in my mouth to deliver a blow job. So while it took me just a few seconds extra, i dutifully did my job. He commented though that “it sure took you (me) long enough to figure it out.”
After that and the coffee, we both started getting ready for church. David goes early because he helps out, so we drive separately. i have 2-full hours at home by myself before i have to go.
After i was so happy to be used for his (blow job) pleasure, i was turned on. i told David this before he left too and asked if i could wear the belt again and he agreed. After it was on, he hid the key once again and he was off to church.
As i made my way to church i thought about how upset i had become yesterday for having it on when i didn’t want it, but now, requested it on and quite happy about it.
That’s when the full reality of it hit me that it truly is submissive growing pains. i was MAD on Saturday when i wanted it off and didn’t get my way. And yet, i don’t get to decide when it goes on AND when it comes off either, or at least i shouldn’t. (And i knew it then too, just couldn’t control my emotions.)
So i texted him and said ALL of the following…..
I think I figured out my problem yesterday…… While the “reason” isn’t too valid and it really shouldn’t matter, I let it bother me.
To date, when I have worn the belt it has pretty much been when I told you that I didn’t trust myself to not touch and/or orgasm without permission. Because I KNOW when I need it most and you may/may not know, I have felt compelled to tell you …. So I am not tempted any further, I shut it down with the belt.
Well…. Yesterday you truly took charge and decided to keep it on. Even if I thought I didn’t need it. I wasn’t feeling the need to play with myself or orgasm, (because I was working too intently), so it seemed unnecessary. And it made me mad that you didn’t trust me to take it off and that i would not play with myself when I was not needing it.
The thing is though …. Most of the times I don’t even trust myself is when I’m left in the house alone, with my toys at my disposal, and my pussy at my access. And while I was saying I didn’t need it yesterday… every time I don’t trust myself was in that very situation that I found myself in yesterday…. Alone, toys, and wanting pussy accessible!
So the fact you didn’t trust me shouldn’t have come as a surprise. And I shouldn’t have gotten mad. And I should be HAPPY you took charge, instead of me telling you when I need/don’t need it, and you just complying with my own directives about need!
It’s this very situation today (alone, toys, and desire) why I put the belt on already.
I need to accept your authority on this more easily! I will not beg you to be out of it again, I will truly start seeing being out of it as a privilege and be appreciative of it.
Thank you for not giving in to me!
And I hit “Send.” And waited. Saw he read it.
i got his response back. Sir replied back with a single word… which isn’t even a word. He wrote, “hmm”.
Well i said to him, “i expected to get more of a response than that, but maybe you are just busy too.”
And he said, “I am.”
So throughout the day, i asked him about it in different ways. i wanted to know what he really thought. And about 4:00 pm he said, “you are asking me too many questions and asking way too many times!”
i asked, “what do you mean?”
He said, “that’s another question! Stop!”
Ok. Fine. Not fine.
i waited. i grew antsy. i just wanted to talk about it. Or rather, i just wanted him to talk about it to me.
About 30-minutes later, i asked again. “Can we talk about it now?”
“NO! Go get the whip.”
Ahh crap!
When i returned with it in hand, he said, “do you understand what you did wrong?”
“Yes Sir. I was asking too many questions, even after being told to stop.”
“EXACTLY! Why did you insist on asking more questions after I already told you to stop!?”
“i’m not sure Sir. i just wanted to know what you thought about it.”
“You get so irritated when I ask you a lot of questions. Don’t you think it’s hypocritical of you to get mad at me, when you do the same thing?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Bend over (the coffee table), put your palms flat and pull up your dress.” i pulled my dress up onto my back, exposing myself to my Sir. Except of course, i had the chastity belt on still too.
Now i really wanted to ask another question at this moment, but i refrained. It would be self explanatory in no time at all.
The question framed in my mind was, “are you going to spank me with the chastity belt on?”
He’s never done that. But i wisely kept my mouth shut because i knew if he wanted it off, he would produce the key. And he did not. AND i had only the same morning declared i “would not beg to be out of the belt.” ANDDDD asking (too many) questions was what landed me right here in the first place! Why add insult to injury?! (Get the pun… since my ass is about to be “injured”?)
This was the worst (or best?) spanking i have ever had to endure.
i called yellow after so many swats, i couldn’t even tell you.
The only pauses were when i lifted up on my toes, fell off to one side, or somehow got out of positioning. He didn’t tell me to get back into position. He didn’t have to. i knew.
And as soon as i was back in position, another round of swatting reigned down on my ass.
The belt moved a bit, but not much. i think most of the movement of the CB was from my own doing. As i moved around, the belt had to too. i reached back to adjust it slightly, and Sir paused again. But since i wasn’t sure he would, i was swift in my movement as i did not want to get the back of my hand smacked in the process.
He methodically moved from cheek to cheek and back again. The belt creates a very nice outline dividing my ass cheeks apart from one another, and below the waist line that it made it an easy target for David.
He showed equal opportunity to each butt cheek, hitting them both with the same intensity as the other. He even got the tops of my thighs, which at first i thought was maybe an accident but realized it was not when he continued there too.
i try hard to let him decide when enough is enough. i try hard to accept his punishments with grace. But today was so intense that i knew i just couldn’t hold out much longer.
My body started to shake and i felt my breathing start to sputter. My whole body was feeling this punishment and was quite remorseful. Just like a little kid who sobs uncontrollably, that’s what was welling up inside of me.
Finally it occurred to me that Sir was possibly trying to get me to call yellow. Yellow means “let me breathe a second, give me a break, but you can continue after that if you want.”
So when i couldn’t take anymore without a pause, i called yellow. Sir stopped. Entirely. He didn’t want to continue and i was glad for it. (Yet another example of him taking charge… i needed a pause, but he chose to stop. I didn’t ask – or tell – him to stop, he made that decision on his own.)
He stood me upright and said, “Now. Next time I warn you by saying stop, will you listen?”
“Yes Sir. i will.”
“Alright then, I think you’ve learned your lesson today.”
“Thank you Sir. i love you.”
“I love you too my darling wife.”
And with that, we sat gingerly on the couch together, where he let me lay on his chest and snuggle in with him for awhile. i was happy.
That was all 2-days ago, Today, my butt is still sore. i still have to be careful about sitting. And it is a deep purple bruise color too, which is really quite ok. i wear the bruises with pride actually. i am happy in my submissive wife role and i love to be held accountable. (i asked David for this lifestyle and i am glad to do it willingly and consensually).
When i showed David my bruised ass today, he said, “so that looks like it hurts. Hopefully we won’t have to have a repeat performance for quite awhile.”
“i agree Sir. This was the best and worst spanking ever.”
i continued, “best one for effectiveness, and your technique, and your commanding authority. It will cause me to be submissive for a long time and not forget this lesson anytime soon.”
“But it was the worst one in terms of how bad it hurt then and still does. i haven’t ever wanted to say yellow more than i did on Sunday.”
To which he grinned and said one word. A real word this time. He said, “Good!”
One last thought… David did end up expressing his thoughts about my long text on Sunday. But it was in HIS timing, not my own. He was in charge of even the timing in which he talked to me about it. i sort of wondered if he felt he needed time to process his own thoughts and my bugging him about it just pissed him off.
Ironically, his opinions on it started with a QUESTION…. “So you want to be locked up pretty much all the time?” i answered, “while i think it’s good for me and reinforces that i am not to touch myself, AND if left to my own choices, i would say pretty much yes, that is true. But i want this to be your decision and under your authority.”
This is when he told me how pleasing it is to see my growth. He told me that he is happy with me and us and our marriage. And he smiled at me and kissed me deeply.
i have NO idea how much, when, or where i will be in belt now, but….
i have now been in belt more than out of belt as of late. In fact, as i write this i am in belt and preparing to sleep this way.
David told me to put it on this morning but after which he didn’t mention it one bit. He was so silent to it that i wondered if he remembered i had it on. But i absolutely was NOT going to ask any questions about it either! Nor was i going to beg for release, as being out of belt is a privilege that i take seriously now too!
i think after David saw how successful my recent punishment spanking was, he wants to see more of the best-submissive-wife and reinforce it. Or maybe after he spanks, he gets a twitch and urge to do it again. Or maybe both!
Either way, neither of us had time to do it in the morning, as had to leave home before me. As he kissed me goodbye he said, “we do your Maintenance tonight.”
“Yes Sir. Thank you and have a good day.” And he said goodbye and was gone.
When i arrived home after work, nothing was really said about it and i figured if or when he was wanting to do that, he would tell me. Instead, we did the normal evening activities: eat dinner (he ALWAYS cooks), clean up (i always clean), watch tv in the living room together.
Frequently i sit in my lounger chair and he stretches out on the couch. Not too long later, i had to use the restroom, where i decided to simply leave my shorts off. And when i rejoined him, i opted to join him on the couch and snuggle up next to him.
He smiled and said, “what happened to your shorts?”
“i lost them,” i said with a smile.
He smiled back and with a half-hearted laugh said, “Clearly.”
He didn’t touch me sexually, but rather just draped his arm around me and we continued watching tv. Since i wanted more, i started to rub on him. Starting with his arm, moving south to his chest, and further to his belly, and lower to his cock.
i wasn’t sure if he’d allow me to touch his cock or not, but he did and i was happy.
As i felt it start to grow, i decided to spring it from his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. Again wondering if or when he’d stop me. He didn’t. i was even more happy!
He leaned back to give me more easy access and never said a word, so i continued. That was when i turned on the couch to get up on all fours and lowered my mouth onto his getting-more-erect-by-the-second cock. i started to give him a blow job in earnest as he continued to watch tv.
i was pleased with myself as i felt his cock grow quite hard in my mouth! i went fast and slow, deep and shallow, and suctioned hard and then less. i can’t say for sure if i was really doing this all for him or myself! i enjoy making him happy and the happier he becomes, the happier i am too. (Fuck that stupid saying, “Happy Wife, Happy Life.” It really should be something more like “SUBMISSIVE wife, Happy Life.”)
While i DID want him to touch me too, i didn’t want him to think i was solely doing it to get to that end result either. And had he touched my parts, (or should i really be saying, “had he touched his pussy”) he would’ve discovered how wet i was already!
But he didn’t touch his wet pussy. Instead, his bare hand came down on my left butt cheek with some force. He’s never spanked me while i have his cock deep in my mouth, so this was new.
Now if i were him, i would never spank with my dick in her mouth. i wouldn’t trust her enough to not end up with teeth on my member from her jerky movements, gritting her teeth to deal with the pain, or otherwise just having the ability to reciprocate the pain i was putting on her that she’d then think she could inflict on me! But Sir is not me. And i am not the person with a dick. i am the female sub and he is the male Dom, and as such, he either trusted me or was testing me to clearly NOT do those things!
As his hand met my ass, i didn’t stop or otherwise miss a beat with my blow job for him. His hand lifted away and he landed another, in the exact same spot, with even more intensity than the first. i let out a moan. i couldn’t tell if it signaled a sound to Sir like it pleasure or pain, but i knew … it was both!
And another swat, and another swat, and MANY more landed in the exact same spot, only on my left cheek and all with increasing intensity.
I didn’t even try to keep count as that would’ve been too much. i simply focused on ensuring my teeth did NOT collide with his cock, NOT allowing my body to move with each swat, and allowing him to deliver a different kind of maintenance with grace and acceptance.
At one point as the swats continuously rained down on just my left ass cheek, i did let go of his dick as i no longer trusted myself to be kind to his member. i still didn’t move or otherwise try to stop the maintenance spanking, but rather allowed him to continue. As he did, I let out more moans, squeaks, and squeals that let him know this hand spanking was making its mark, literally and figuratively.
The fire was growing in intensity on my ass cheek as he didn’t stop. He seemed rather intent on delivering an impactful MF, as i was equally intent on accepting it too.
Finally he stopped and he rubbed my ass cheek, while saying, “was this an effective maintenance?”
“Yes Sir.”
“How do you feel?”
“submissive Sir.”
“Good deal.” And he lifted my head and kissed me deeply.
Then he expertly put away his cock and said, “that’s enough for me. Now for your pleasure….” Oh yah!
i leaned straight back on my legs, to where my back was again on the couch but this time i was laying down with my legs toward him and my pussy exposed giving him a straight on view.
His hand came to my clit and started rubbing on it. He rubbed slowly and lovingly, and in a most teasing manner. Then he slid his fingers across my opening, but kept moving on rather than penetrating. He moved to the left side of my mound and back up to the top on the side, then slid straight down over my clit and opening again, and moved to the right side and repeated. He was slowly teasing and torturing me.
Finally he amped up his intensity and speed where he started playing with my clit in earnest. i arched my back and soon asked if i could orgasm. He said no. i expected that answer but also hoped for a yes, as i knew this wouldn’t be much longer and i would spill over the edge into a full orgasm without permission.
So i eked out, “pleaseeee Sir.”
And i heard NO again.
i cringed and said, “Sir, either you need to stop or say yes. i can’t hold out much longer.”
He laughed. And continued.
i decided to be brave and pull his hand away from my clit. And after breathing in more deeply again after getting the reprieve, i said, “i don’t want tonight to be about me but rather you. If you want me to cum Sir, please let me. Otherwise, if you are going to say no, then lock it up and let me sit in my frustration.”
While smiling and letting out a laugh he said, “sounds like an excellent idea. Go lock it up!”
Well, because he laughed about it, i decided to test how solid that answer really was. While i suspected he was being serious, i couldn’t quite tell. Maybe i could influence his decision and appeal to his sexual side to give me a different answer.
Maybe if i laid here another minute with my legs open to him, while moving one hand to squeeze my tit and moving the other hand southward toward my mound, while asking, “are you sure you don’t want to just say yes?” that i could be seductive enough to get a better answer.
He didn’t budge. He slapped his hand straight down onto my very swollen clit and said, “did I stutter?”
Ouchie!
“No Sir…. But….”
SLAP down onto my tender and wet clit again! “Then GO-LOCK-IT-UP-NOW! Before I deliver a punishment spanking!”
Ugh. Fine.
And i stood and went to get the chastity belt on. As I was putting it on, i talked to his pussy, “sorry girl. i wish I hadn’t opened my big mouth as you’d probably have gotten to have that big O you wanted.”
As crazy as it sounds, i felt her respond to my words by releasing some (pre-orgasm) juices and relaxing of my muscles. i couldn’t tell if she was mad or not.
With the the chastity belt sliding into its familiar place, i snapped the lock into its place too, and i walked out to the living room with the key in hand. Sir smiled at me and said, “You look wonderful. Now come sit beside me again and let’s finish watching this show together.”
And i did.
And we did.
As we watched the show, his arm was draped around my shoulders and his fingers came down to fondle, pinch, pull, and twist on my tits. He asked me, “do you think you can orgasm with this type of stimulation?”
i looked up into his eyes and said, “Unfortunately no Sir. While it is extremely arousing, i don’t think it would ever be enough to get me to orgasm.”
i saw a devious grin in return and he said, “GOOD!” And kept up the (extremely arousing) assault on my tits.
He casually said, “I was going to allow you to orgasm until you suggested that maybe you shouldn’t.”
i spoke honestly as i replied, “Even though i wanted to orgasm, i shouldn’t get everything i want just because i want it. Frustration and delayed gratification is good for me. It teaches me more appreciation for it when i do get it.”
i’m pretty sure he liked my answer, but he didn’t say much in response.
When the show was over he announced it was time for bed. And in a fatherly voice he said, “I feel you need to sleep in your belt to ensure you are a good girl tonight. You’ll sleep better and have a better day tomorrow without the stress of trying to keep your hands away from yourself because you aren’t allowed to masturbate or orgasm tonight.”
“Yes Sir.”
Now this morning when i greeted Sir, i asked him what he had planned for the day. He indicated he was going to play golf. As he said that, i decided to not ask to have the belt off as i suspected the answer would come back in the form of a question. That question being, “why?” to which, of course, i would have no good reason.
As he got ready to go we did talk about the belt though, where he confirmed what i expected he would say. He said he didn’t see any reason for it to come off whereby having it off would end in a good result (meaning…. He suspects … and he’s probably right! …. That if the belt were off, i would play with myself until i orgasmed.)
And with that, he grabbed up the keys and put them in his pocket.
As he started to head for the door, he grabbed my waist and pulled me in for a deep and passion filled kiss. He said, “try to be good while I’m gone.”
I thanked him, presumably for the kiss but i also intended it to be for the Dominance he is exerting over me. And i said, “it’s pretty hard to be BAD while in the belt Sir.”
“Exactly!” was his response.
Then i moved to the hall facing the doorway, intentionally making the last thing he saw of me being me naked, with the chastity belt locked in place, and said in a pouty sort of way, “go have fun playing with yourself while i am NOT playing with myself.”
“Oh I will most definitely!” and he was off.
Now i am here. Naked. In a chastity belt. i am not clear if he kept the keys with him or hid them in the house. But does it matter? NO. It does not.
i am sexually frustrated, in chastity, alone in my house…. And will find something else to do now.
Maybe tonight i will get to orgasm. Or maybe not. Maybe i will get the belt off. Or maybe not.
As i said before, the belt is incredibly effective and does not allow me access to myself, not painful and actually (overall) comfortable to have on. It isn’t fully 100% comfortable, which is probably a good thing as it is never then able to be forgotten about and always making me “aware” it is there. In reminding me it is there, i am reminded WHY it is there. Not because i am bad but because i am not being allowed to be bad. And Sir locked up what was important to him, to which i find comfort too.
And it is a privilege to have the belt off. One that I did not earn or receive today… and while i’d rather have it off and orgasm, i am ok with having it on and being denied that privilege today too.
