Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Something Personal

Yesterday was such a beautiful day here in our part of the world. Temperatures allowed for T-shirt wearing, wide open doors and windows, and pure laziness on my part. I turned our recliner around and sat in the sunshine reading a book. Pure bliss.

I haven't worked in two weeks now, and I am sad to say I don't miss it, lol. I have been doing all kinds of little projects around the house, things I have been saying I will get to once my contract runs out. And I am happy with my progress. Our dogs have also enjoyed the longer walks we have gone on.

The other day, DH and I were approached via email to write for an online magazine. We were asked if several of our posts could be republished and if we could write some original content down the line. That sounds so fun!
Of course one of the posts will be How to spank your wife, DH's 'how-to' post, but I was also surprised to read the magazine's interest in Different types of Orgasms. I just read back over it for the first time, and man, that is hot, lol.

It also reminded me of last weekend, I guess I can edit the post to include this type of orgasm.

The Long Orgasm

DH crawled under the blanket, I am always cold when I climb into bed, but I guess he wasn't too worry about me staying cold long because uncovered me anyway and just kneeled there kind of leaning over my exposed pussy. The light string we have attached to our headboard cast just enough light for both of us to see each other and turn the whole room into a romantic little cocoon.
My pussy was still smooth, I love that about waxing, the smoothness that lasts for weeks! And I know DH really likes it too.
He decided to get between my legs afterall, now looking straight at me, before he smirked at me, and went for my most private parts that were on display just for him. He kissed, nibbled, and sucked on me, entered my pussy with his fingers and tongue. He then returned to my clit and I am not even sure what he did, but it was amazing.
My head fell back, and I was lost. I could feel the orgasm building, with every moan I made, DH was more encouraged. He got faster - his finger fucking my pussy quicker now as his mouth was still on my clit. But he was too fast, it was overstimulating me.
"Slower please" I begged him and as soon as he slowed down, I started to cum. And cum. His lips clamped on my clit still, he stopped the movements, but stayed firm. And I just kept cumming. Amazing! I have never had such a long orgasm before


I will keep you up to date on the publications!


 

Friday, January 23, 2015

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Rejected

Hi!  DH here!  I’m writing a post to report that the story I’ve written in the category of erotica/spanking was rejected by the publisher I sent it to.  Julia has been very supportive (and even some of you readers ahead of time) and I know that one rejection doesn’t paint the whole barn, as it were.  In fact, the publisher was very clear that they felt that my story lacked the elements make best-sellers for them.  My story doesn’t have what they are specifically looking for to publish, despite what other positive attributes it might have.  I get it.

But rejection still stings.

As the new year started, I told Julia I would develop a Plan B in case my story didn’t start an immediate bidding war between publishers, which is to publish the story right here on the blog!  I can even get feedback about what people like (or dislike) about my stories in the comments for each post.  I want to put an editorial section at the end of each post of the story (chapter?) that invites feedback, like the narrative in the Dukes of Hazzard.  You know, when the Balladeer (played by Waylon Jennings) makes a little editorial comment right before the commercial break that sets up mini-cliff-hanger?  Like in 1981’s Diamonds in the Rough episode, where the Balladeer says (and I’m not making this up):

The Balladeer: [as Lisa leads Bo and Luke out of the house at gunpoint] You know, that little lady needs a good spanking.

Hooo Wee!

In preparation for submitting my story to the publisher, I wrote a blurb for my story, which I’ll share with you right here.  Julia and I will link all these story-related posts together somehow, but I really want to publish each chapter as a serial, to make it fun.  So, without further ado, here is the blurb for my (not-yet-published) story, Red Bottoms Espresso: Hannah’s Beginning.

As a child of the Great Recession, Hannah has known a hard life.  A high school dropout at 18, she’s desperate to find work when an online ad catches her eye for an unusual employment opportunity.  Daring to respond, she discovers that the job is working in a “bikini” coffee stand as a sexy barista.

Hannah quickly discovers that her new employer is serious about the name of his coffee stand, Red Bottoms Espresso - he regularly spanks the girls before their shifts!  Hannah is shocked to discover that he expects her to call him Daddy, and that the spankings are real.

Dan is skeptical that his new recruit will make it though the training period to become a barista.  He needs to find out if she is a true submissive, as that’s the only way she will be happy working for the unapologetically dominant male he is.  To discover the truth of Hannah, he applies the only tools he knows to perform the job: Frequent, hard spankings.

What do you think?  Would you read this story if you saw it on Amazon?  My next task is coming up with some kind of cover art, heh.  I hope Julia can help... :-D


Sunday, January 18, 2015

Touchdown!

You know how sometimes everything just works out? I know it doesn't happen often, at least for us, but sometimes it just does, and I have really learned to enjoy myself in that moment and really live it.
Like last Friday....

DH had managed to arrange his schedule and was happily working from home. The kids were in school, and I don't have any work at the moment.

It was foggy outside, the world outside our bedroom windows dark and mysterious. DH put down his laptop and told me to go stand by the bed. As much as I still want to naturally respond with a "No - Make Me!" attitude, I try not too. When I first found out about this dynamic, I craved DH taking charge, and in my head it always played out with me refusing him, and he would have to make me....but in real life, that is not the case. When I refuse, DH often loses his footing, his confidence, and thinks I don't want to "play". So I went and got up and stood by the bed.

Trust me, I wanted to play!

I stood by the bed and waited for further instructions.

"Take off your clothes, leave your panties on."

After another few moments, he came up behind me, sat on the bed, and had me lie over his lap.
The house was so quiet. We didn't have to worry about anyone hearing us, and I could feel myself relaxing into him. Into the moment.

He rubbed my butt cheeks over my white panties, letting his hand get a feel for my contours again (at least that is what it feels like to me, lying there), and then he starts spanking me. Sharp and slightly stingy slaps start to rain down on me. Never too hard to be unbearable, but with the speed they are delivered, definitely stingy.

My mind starts to wander to avoid the pain going on presently, and I am reminded of something so unrelated, I shook myself out of it. Be present!  I turn my head slightly, DH still letting the spanks fall unrelentingly down on my bottom. I see him. I see my man, his face so intent until he turns his head and looks at me and smiles. At me. We connect with that one look just like we did a long time ago at the airport when we first met.  He anchors me to the present.

He rubs my bottom again, then starts again, this time more determined, his slaps no longer soft, every single one lands where I am sure he meant them to land, and hard.

"I want your bottom nice and red all day today." He keeps spanking, going lower than I am used to. spanking from the top of my thighs to the top of my bottom area. My ass feels like it is on fire, my thighs rub against each other all on their own, and I feel myself rubbing against my husband, that
natural humping motion. I need him. I want him to touch me, but he keeps spanking me. I don't feel the single spanks anymore, just the feeling of needing him. Now.

"Spread your legs." He commands. "Mhh, my little girl is so hot and wet. You want Daddy to touch you, mhh?" He tantalizes me with his touch, slightly going along my waxed pussy, not really touching, just letting me know his presence. I moan and writhe on his lap, wanting and needing him to touch me more. Now.
He pulls away. Frustration starts to get to me, until I feel his hand land, at first lightly, right on my pussy. I catch my breath, and another, harder slap lands on my pussy.

Suddenly, DH motions for me to get up and then instructs me to get on all fours to present myself to him. "Now pulls your cheeks apart, I want to see your bottom hole." Thankfully, I am facing away from him, I was so embarrassed, needy and turned on, I just did it. I grabbed my cheeks and held myself open for him while he just looked.
"Mhh, that is my good girl. Such a pretty sight." He sat down on the mattress behind me, easy access and started playing with my pussy and bottom.
I was so turned on, but couldn't quite get THERE. The position was wrong, I wanted more, more of him, his cock in me, right then and there. I turned my head toward him and asked "Can I ride you, Daddy? Please" and he nods his head in approval and helps guide me on his cock.

The sun finally broke through the fog and lit up the backyard in bright fog. It was surreal. I sank onto his big cock, it was hard to take all of him at first. (I don't have the best track record with this position, often feeling too self conscious to really enjoy it.) The sun was now shining full on right onto our bed, bathing us in brightness. I closed my eyes and felt myself relaxing.

Relaxing into the moment, into being this naked in front of another human being and being okay with it. Relaxing myself and allowing his cock in. Through all of it, DH was just letting me figure it out, probably enjoying every one of my movements. And then it just felt right. I found my groove.

DH held on to my hips,  and I finally learned what it takes to achieve the ultimate orgasm: DH's great cock and not a thought in my mind!



And as I am typing this, the neighbors around me are blowing up fireworks! The Seahawks are going to the Superbowl! Woohooo!

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Hanky Spanky

“Lie over my lap,” I said.  Julia didn’t move.  “Now!”  My voice was just a little too loud in the 7:00 am darkness of our bedroom.

“Ugh,” she said.  She didn’t move.

“C’mon, you’ll feel better,” I said, dangling a carrot this time.  She deftly turned it around on me, while finally climbing across my lap as I sat up in our bed.

“I already feel good,” she said.  “But you’ll feel better.”  She settled herself lower on my legs than usual, giving me a unique angle to spank her.  Her words echoed in my head as I caressed her bottom.  You’ll feel better.  I knew what she meant: Rather than issuing a challenge to my authority, she was acknowledging how my confidence would be bolstered.  Sometimes the spankings are for her, and sometimes it’s more about me.

I ran my fingers up and down her spine, and then cupped her bottom before pulling my right hand back and bringing it down hard on her left cheek.

“Ow,” she complained.  I responded with another swat on her right cheek, lower down.

Swat!  Swat!  Crack! 

Her hips started swiveling as I kept up the pace, although I let the swats fall more lightly as I tried to extend the spanking.  Her bottom turned bright red under my hand and I felt myself warm to the task.  I cupped my hand and spanked lower than I’ve done before, right across her thighs below her bottom. 

Swat!  CRACK!

“OH AH AH!”

I finally stopped and massaged her red bottom with my right hand, as my left gently ran the length of her back.  She had come nowhere near to tears and quieted quickly as I cared for her after the spanking.  I reached down her legs to her knees, and pulled them apart, and then let my hand trace back up her right thigh to her bare mound.  I slicked my thumb with spit and gently worked it into her wet pussy as she moaned quietly.


That was Monday morning, which marked our return to work and school.  I’ve changed up my schedule, now working out in the morning and then making time with Julia before I go to work.  She’s usually up by the time I come in from the woodshed, which gives us some uninterrupted time before we start our day.  I’m not sure it’s going to work out everyday, but so far so good.  :-D

Monday, January 5, 2015

Resolved

Hi, DH here!  I hope everyone had a great New Year’s!  Julia and I had a very quiet New Year’s Eve.  I’m pretty sure we were both asleep by 10:30 or so, happy warm and content.  We’re not big partiers anyway, so it was just perfect for us.

Do you make New Year’s resolutions?  I was never a fan of this exercise until last year, when I decided that 2014 was going to be OUR YEAR.  I claimed that we were going to meet actual goals, like getting a new job and painting the house, and more importantly, we were going to have a great time doing it!  I’ve been home for the last 2 weeks, and we’ve had some really excellent family time, with plenty of looking back over the year to see how we did.

Looking forward at the new goals we’ve set, I’ve decided that 2015 is OUR YEAR. :-D

2015 is a little scary, though: Our big goal for Julia is a new job outside the home, which will drastically change our family dynamic.  It will be great to make more money, but we’ll all have to work harder to get everything done that she does at home.  We’re all going to have to get up earlier, do a few more chores, and increase our communication as a family to keep in touch.  I am NOT willing to let daycare raise our children, so we’ll all have to be flexible and keep a good attitude.

Nothing is more important than having a good attitude.

I have some personal resolutions too.  I’m still waiting to hear back from the publisher I’ve submitted my story too, but I’m planning on writing every day.  I want to become a writer, and writer’s write.  Right?  And on the same page, I’m resolved to blog more too.  I am also resolved to provide Julia with consistent, regular discipline, as we start our new adventure. 


How about you?  Any resolutions for the New Year?  Is this going to be Your Year too?  ;)