Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Most Memorable Spankings

A few blog posts ago, Meredith over at New Twists, after all these years asked what our most memorable spankings were, and I couldn't see myself answering this in a short comment, so here is my post!

Most memorable, well there is definitely the first one. Man, it was an awkward spanking. We had spent the previous month or maybe even longer talking over ttwd, what it would mean to us, how it would change us, or had the potential too, and something DH kept stressing, the fact that we would never be able to go back to before. All those things were going through my head as DH called me over to his side of the bed. The walk from that one side of the bed to the other had never been that long.

Another, was this one.

But reading these again, and thinking especially of these early spankings, DH and I have both grown so much, with each other, but also just as individuals. I understand him better and see his point more easily, while he has realized that we both have the same goals, therefore if I suggest something different than what he expected, he doesn't just freak out anymore.

I think we have both gained more trust in one another. I trust him with everything that is me and it has been glorious so far!

Monday, April 27, 2015

Wake and Spank

Hi, DH here!  Spring has been BEAUTIFUL where we live, and flowers have been blooming like crazy.  Our backyard smelled great all weekend - we really had a nice time hanging out and enjoying it as a family.  I hope Spring has sprung for everyone by now, especially those who had a much harsher Winter than we did.  I love our weekends.  For us, it’s all about family, and making sure our kids are spending more time outside than in front of the Disney Machine.

On Friday, we enjoyed some private time together as the kids went off for a neighborhood playdate.  “You know, we’ve never done it in the kitchen,” Julia said, looking at me over her shoulder with her beautiful eyebrows raised in a teasing challenge.  

“You’re right,” I said.  “Good thing we’re standing in one right now!”  I dropped my pants, ready to go.  She laughed at me, but then pulled down her sweats and panties, and let me sidle up behind her.  My cock was suddenly erect as I stared down at her beautiful bottom between my hands, and then I was inside her.  I love having sex with Julia when she’s bent over, and after I was able to get my whole cock inside her, I held her hips and let my balls slap her clit as I rammed her hard.  She gasped and moaned as she matched me thrust for thrust, and then I found myself pushed against the counter behind me as she strained to get more of me inside her. 

Later she said she couldn’t remember how many times she’d come, but it was some of the hottest sex we’ve had in a while.  It’s impossible for me to deny her anything, lol.  On Saturday morning, I woke up disoriented.  Julia has been switching sides of the bed with me early in the morning, so I was temporarily confused as to why I was facing the window.  As I slowly gained consciousness, I realized that my left hand was resting on Julia’s bottom.  I got my left eye open, and saw that our bedroom door was closed, and then I let my hand draw back and lightly slap her cheek under the blanket.  The sound was quiet, but I could tell my hand had found its mark.  I continued spanking her as I lay on my back, bringing my left hand down on her bottom as she lay on her tummy beside me.

Overall, it was a short spanking, and probably the laziest I’ve ever given.  But it set a very nice tone for the weekend!  :)

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Beginning - Chapter 5

She opened the door to the bathroom and walked out into the office.  He was sitting at his desk typing on his keyboard; he stopped and turned toward her as she walked out.  "Nice work!"  He stood up and crossed the room.  "You look great, really!"  She felt herself blush as this impossibly tall man approached her, smiling.  She felt his strength radiating from him like a heat wave through the thin material of her uniform as he stopped in front of her.  She naturally stood taller, her small breasts pushed up prettily in the padded red bra that matched the micro skirt at her waist.  She had been confused trying to figure out which way the skirt was supposed to face when she was dressing.  It was so short!  She finally found the small red tag in the waistband, but even when the skirt was facing the right way it wasn’t nearly long enough to cover her panties, or she had to pull it way too low on her hips.  Standing in front of him now, she knew he could see her panties at the apex of her legs.  He had picked out the sheer nylon pair, and they were slippery and cold when she pulled them on as she sat on the tile of the bathroom floor.  

She thrilled when he took her hand and led her over to his desk.  He positioned her so that she was standing directly in front of his desk, and then he walked around her and sat down in his office chair behind it.  He tapped his keyboard, and she noticed that he had his business license framed behind him, and she could see the reflection of his monitor in the glass.  She saw what looked like video feeds flash by on the screen, and then the screen went dark and he was looking at her again.  "If I'm here in the office when you finish your shift, I want you to come here to my desk again, and stand right there," he said.

"Yes, Daddy," she said.  She had been really surprised when she had seen herself in the full length mirror as she had walked to his desk.  Her cheeks were flushed from her warm shower, and she had chosen cherry red lipstick, with light mascara and eyeliner.   Her hair looked very neat in its ballet bun, and she could see her high cheekbones with her hair pulled away from her face.  She hadn't cared how she looked since the 7th grade, when Agatha Letcher had told her she would always be an ugly, skinny, smelly rat from the projects.  Even at the age of 18, she had never been invited to a prom, or had a nice date with a boy.  She had lived like a rat too, safely burrowed away wherever she was living, doing the very least she could get away with and still survive.

"I will ask you how your shift went," he said, interrupting her thoughts.  "After we finish that little chat, I will dismiss you by saying, 'You are dismissed.'  You will take your skirt between your thumb and first finger," he said, pantomiming for her with his right hand, his other fingers comically splayed out as if he were holding a very fancy tea cup.  "Hold your skirt up and out, and curtsey."  "I know that you are 18 years old, but I want you to curtsey to me like when you were in ballet class as a little girl.  If that applies."  He winked at her.  She held up her skirt experimentally.  "That's it, hold it up so it makes a smile in front of you, one foot behind the other, and now curtsey by bending your knees."  She curtsied.  Finish by saying, 'Thank you Daddy,'" he said.

"Thank you Daddy," she echoed.

"And drop you skirt," he said.  She did, and he smiled.  She smiled back nervously.  "Typically, you are now free to go and change back into your street clothes.  Today, we'll continue with your second lesson."  He chuckled as her face fell.  "Don't worry, this will be an easy lesson," he assured her.  "More for future reference."  He stood up and came around the desk to stand at her left side.  "Sometimes, I'll have you bend over my desk here to give you a spanking.  I'll freshen up the one I gave you earlier, and then we'll go in the other room.  He put his hand on her back. 

Hannah balked.  He could not possibly be giving her another spanking, could he?  The skin on her ass was literally still red from the assault he had just visited on it before her shower.  She didn’t think she could stand another one, but before she could protest, he took her in hand.

"Bend over and put your hands on the desk," he said.  She bent over as his hand gently pushed her down until her hands were on the cool smooth surface of his wooden desk. .  "Spread your feet and point your toes inward,” he said.  She moved her feet apart so that they were wider than her shoulders, and then assumed a pigeon-toed stance.  She still had her panties on, but she grimaced as she realized she was exposing herself to him.  He reached down behind her and flipped her skirt up so that her backside was exposed in her white nylon panties.  Her bottom was still pink from her earlier spanking, easily visible through her underwear.  With his left hand still on her back, he pulled back his right and spanked her lightly.  Her small globes danced as he used a sweeping motion up and down her bottom, quickly returning the shade of red she had sported earlier.  

"Ah, ah, ooh," she cooed, in time with the swats falling on her round cheeks.  With her legs spread, some of the swats were falling on her exposed bottom hole.  

"When I'm spanking you like this," he lectured, "You must keep your hands firmly on the desk."  He paused, and then spanked her a little harder on the left side and then the right, for emphasis.  "Do you understand me?"

"Ow, yes, Daddy!" This spanking was not nearly as hard as the one earlier when she had been suspended over his lap on her fingers and toes, but it was quickly become just as painful on her sensitized skin.  She stared at his desk between her hands as each contact pushed her head forward a couple of inches, and then she naturally pushed back until she was in a rocking motion, back and forth at the desk.   He turned his hand so that it covered her left buttock from the top to just above her left thigh, and spanked her with his hand cupped so that fit the curve just perfectly.  

"I'm keeping my hand on your back to remind you this time," he said.  He swung his cupped hand hard against the diamond opening below her pussy, and the swat made a deeper sound then the "crack" of his palm squarely on her seat.


"Aiyyy, oooo!"  She was dimly aware that each time he spanked her, his thumb or his little finger occupied the groove between her buttocks, which were slightly spread by her open stance.  Each time, it made hard contact with the little pink flower of her bottom through the translucent fabric.  He stopped and she danced a little, and swaying her hips back and forth.

"That's a good girl," he said.  He rubbed her back a little longer and then released her.  "OK to stand up now," he said.  She slowly righted herself and steadied herself on his offered arm.  "That's it," he said.  "Your bottom is nice and red again.  This is how it should look when you start your shift, on days you have a spanking.  This puts the “red” in Red Bottoms Espresso,” he said.    Let's go next door and continue your training."  He held the door for her and then followed her into the warehouse.

"I want you think of this as a dress rehearsal," he said, as they stood in the first coffee stand he had built inside the warehouse.  He switched on the espresso machine and it hummed to life.  She stared at the chrome on the front of the machine.  It was very clean, although she could tell that it had been used recently.  The coffee grinder had fresh beans in its hopper, and she could smell fresh grounds.   She felt him looking down at her, waiting for her response.  She didn't want to meet his eyes.   Her bottom was very sore after her two spankings, and he was standing very close to her - a very real reminder of how hard his hand had smacked her rear.  He had stopped talking, though.  She looked up into his face.

"I know this is new for you," he said gently.  "And, I know you can't see how fun this is going to be yet.  But it IS going to be fun, and you are a beautiful, sexy girl.  You are going to make a ton of money, making guys feel GREAT in the process."  She tried a watery smile as a tear rolled down her cheek.  "It's OK."  He gently dabbed her tear away with a tissue he pulled from a box under the counter, and handed it to her.  She blew her nose, which was very loud in the small space.  Suddenly, she was six years old, standing in front of Miss Schuster in her tree costume for the Spring assembly her Kindergarten  class had put on, trying to hold still as her teacher picked and pulled at her branches.  She laughed.

"Sorry!"  She wiped her nose.

"It's fine,"  he said.  Please don't apologize for being human."  He opened the drawer under the counter directly under the machine and pulled out a hand towel.  "Ready to learn how to make a perfect cup?"  He placed the towel on the steel counter to the right of the machine, and then turned to look at her expectantly.  

"Yes, Daddy," she said.  She stood awkwardly next to him in the small space.  She imagined she smelled his scent, mixed like an exotic spice with the strong fragrance of freshly ground beans.

"Good."  He smiled down at her kindly,  "Today, we're just going to learn about the different parts of this machine, and how they work."  He opened a cupboard over the work station and pulled out steel pitcher.  "I expect you to know the technical details of making coffee, so if a customer asks for a cup that is 160 degrees, you can deliver."  He pulled a metal thermometer out of the drawer, and put it in the milk pitcher with a clank.   "More importantly," he continued, producing another hand towel, “Is getting the drink exactly the same every time.”  He handed her what looked like a metal filter on a handle.  “You’ve seen these, right?”

“Yep!  She nodded, familiar with seeing them at every coffee place she’d been too.

“It’s called a ‘portafilter.’  He handed it to her.  He nodded toward the silver machine with a large plastic container of coffee beans inverted over it, on the counter between the espresso machine and the sink.  “This is our burr grinder.  Every good cup of coffee starts with a fresh grind.”  He demonstrated how to grind coffee, and how to tamp it down hard enough to draw correctly when hot water was applied.  “This is called the “group,” he said, inserting the portafilter into the metal receptacle on the machine.  “You give it a little twist after lining it up, and it’s locked.”  He took it out.  “You try.”  She took the portafilter and experimentally lined it up on the machine as he had, and then gingerly turned the handle until it stopped.

“Oh!”  She laughed.  “Is that it?”

“That’s it!” He grinned at her.  He put two of the small porcelain espresso cups beneath the portafilter.  “Now push that red button,” he said.  She pushed the button, and the machine came to life.  Fresh espresso drained through the metal filter and into the espresso cups.  "Timing is everything for drawing shots," he said.  "This machine is semi-automated, so it runs water through the grounds for exactly 23 seconds."  The rich espresso poured smoothly into the cups, and then dripped to a stop as the machine stopped forcing water through the filter.  "Wait for the espresso to stop running," he said, holding up a finger, "And then we pour."  He expertly poured the shots into the waiting paper cup, which was a typical, white 12 oz hot beverage cup with a simple logo: an artful drawing of a brown paddle running down the cup, with “Red Bottoms Espresso” written in cursive, cherry red, as if engraved into the paddle.

She watched the muscles in his forearm flex as he turned the shots over into the cup.  "At the same time the machine is pulling the shots, you are steaming milk, here."  He showed her how to fill the pitcher with 2% milk from the refrigerator under the counter and steam it, using the thermometer to get the temperature exactly right.  "The position of the head of the nozzle in the pitcher can help produce foam.”  He demonstrated how holding the pitcher lower tended to put more foam on top of the milk. When it was exactly 160 degrees, he poured it over the coffee, leaving a heart-shaped dollop of foam on top.

“Many of the coffee beverages you’ll make will have whipped cream on top, requiring our tall lid,” he said, pointing to the neat stack of lids next to the grinder.  He picked a white lid from the stack of “Solo” lids standing next to the clear plastic lids.  “But, this one just takes a flat lid.”  He handed the cup to her.  “Give it a try,” he said.  He winked at her.  She smiled and took the cup, and put it to her lips.

“Mmm, I like that!”  She looked a little surprised.  

“Excellent!”  He took the small towel he had gotten out earlier and wiped off the nozzle.  “After every cup you make, you need to clean the steamer and flush the group,” he said, twisting the steamer knob and blowing a shot of steam through it.  He cycled water through the group, knocked the grounds out of the portafilter into the metal grounds bin embedded in the counter with a metallic “clunk” and cleaned it out as well.  He returned the portafilter to its shelf, and then turned to her as she stood drinking her coffee.

“That,” he said dramatically, “is a 12-oz double latte that you are drinking.  It’s one of our simplest coffees to make, but also uses espresso and milk so it’s good practice.”  He leaned carefully against the edge of the counter.  I want you to make 10 of these now, to practice.  Each one you make should taste exactly like the one you’re drinking right now.”

“OK,” she said.  Hannah felt doubtful, although the process looked easy enough.  She realized that making espresso was harder than it looked.

“Before you get started, though, let me ask you a question.”  She nodded.  “When you go out for fast food and you use the drive-through, which experience do you like better, king or arches?”    

“Arches,” she said, immediately.

“Yup,” he said, chuckling.  “And the reason is because of how much effort the company puts into making sure that the customer experience is not only better, but the same every time.  If you look into the bottom of their to go bag, you’ll find diagrams that show the workers how to position the food, so that as soon as you put your hand in the bag as you’re driving away, you find those fries!”

“Yeah!  I never noticed that before!” Now that she thought about it, she remembered seeing the outlines for the cardboard boxes on the bottom of the bag. 

“It’s not something they advertise,” he agreed  “And our coffee is the same way: We don’t advertise that we put a lot of effort into making a really good cup every time, but we do.  That alone brings customers back.”

A cold draft came through the open door behind her and shifted her skirt on her rear, reminding her of her spankings earlier. She was suddenly aware of her present circumstances: she was standing right next to a virtual stranger, almost naked, and he had already spanked her twice!  She felt painful pinpricks at her hairline as she suddenly started to perspire.  He was standing right there, filling up almost all the space between the floor and ceiling of the small building.  He was reaching out to take her by the shoulders and force her down and – 

He was standing right there, looking directly into her eyes.  He was very calm.  She suddenly understood that he had watched her panic, and had simply stopped and waited.  He was reading her mind.  She knew with absolute clarity that he could see what she was thinking.  Yet he didn’t judge or even tell her what he knew.  He just waited, offering nothing but calm reassurance.  I’m not going to hurt you, his eyes said.  You are safe here, his smile promised.  This is a real job, with real pay.  She wasn’t sure how she got that last part, but she slowly relaxed and sipped her coffee, dropping her gaze.

“I forgot one essential part of your uniform,” he said.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pin, and handed it to her.  It was a yellow flower with the word “Buttercup” embossed across it in chrome lettering, so that the word was wider than the flower.  “This is your name tag.”  She took it and held it in her hand.  It was heavier than it looked, and exquisitely detailed when she examined it closely. She pinned it to her bra strap.

“Are you ready to practice?”

“Yes, Daddy!” She said.

“Good.  I’ll watch you make the first cup, and then I’ll leave you to it for a bit.”  He sat down on the foot stool in the corner, looking like the parent of a Kindergartener on parent teacher conference day, with his long legs jutting up awkwardly.  “Ahh, perfect,” he said, winking at her.  He waved his hand in an ironic, mock royal gesture, making his sitting pose look even sillier. “Go ahead.” He supervised her first attempt at a 12-oz double latte, which turned out even better than he had expected.  She recited his instructions perfectly as he quizzed her at each step, and even remembering to blow out the steam nozzle and wipe it off when she was done.  She put the white lid on the cup and pressed down until it locked into place, and then handed it to him with a smile.  

“12-oz double latte,” she said shyly.  He gravely put it to his lips and took a sip.

“Bravissimo!  Perfect cup!”  He rose effortlessly to his feet.  “Thank you, I’ll drink this one,” he said.  “A 12-ounce double latte happen to be my favorite cup of coffee,” he said.  He turned and walked out of the coffee stand and then stopped in front of the open window.  “Please make more of these, until I get back.”  He took a sip of his latte and then raised his cup to her in salute.  “Tomorrow, I’ll show you vanilla,” he said.  He turned and walked toward his office and disappeared through the door.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Blogger Camel

I realize today that blogging is a bit like sex - You can live without it and its fine, but once you start again, you want to do it again and again and again. DH first explained to me what a sex camel is, and I think even said he was one. :D

Definition of
A woman (usually), who can go for long periods without sex in the same manner that a camel can go for long periods without water. She stores it up.

To me blogging can be totally like that. Sometimes I don't know which topic I should choose first and blog about, other times I just can't come up with anything I find interesting. And sometimes I don't feel like sharing.

But today is not one of those days. :) I am going to brag, lol!

Today was a great day, despite waking up way too early by a scratching in the closet. (Do you realize its easier to buy a gun in the US than it is to buy rat poison?) DH got to work from home today since the children both had their conferences. And man, our children are rocking it in school. DH and I have had a very nice day of "we must be doing it right, we are awesome" back and forths, but the sun is also out! And of course, its Friday, which makes dinner easy, homemade Pizza!

So I guess where I am going with this is that I am very grateful for what I have right now and am looking forward to this weekend - the weather is supposed to be perfection, and I can't wait to see what DH and I can come up with.

I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Yearning - a Feeling of Intense Longing

I was a little surprised to read DH's post yesterday since this topic has been a very personal one for the both of us. Lately, as life is just flying by and is lived to the fullest, I have really noticed how much I am actually starting to miss my family in Germany. Over the years, I have not always felt this way, but I think having endless troves of visitors coming over let me be able to see most of the people  I missed in one way or another. But I miss the little things, holidays all together, impromptu breakfasts, and the fact that I still feel like I am missing out has made me realize that maybe we should pack it all up and move to Germany. But of course, sure was cheaper when I came here, two suitcases with my most prized possessions. Easy.

Before starting ttwd, having any type of serious discussion about serious things always left me feeling on the defensive, and I think the same for DH. Thanks for ttwd, that is no longer the case. We talk. All the time. About everything. Even though we don't do as much spankings as we could, I think we have found that sweet spot that works for both of us. He spanks me sometimes, but our whole dynamic is different.

In 2008, after having our second child, we decided that we were done having kids, and of course as DH said in yesterday's post, the recession had a big impact on that decision. Hard to imagine wanting more children if you are having trouble paying the current mortgage payment. But lately, as the economy seems to have caught itself, DH has found good work, and I have reached my thirties, I feel like something, or somebody is missing.

I always saw myself with a husband, two little girls, but since we started ttwd, I have had such a big yearning to have a boy with DH. The way ttwd has changed not only our dynamic, but has restored my husband's confidence in himself, has left me wanting to have a boy, to nurture him, but to also see him grow and mature into a man. Like other things in my life, I can almost feel this to be our path, and yet, getting pregnant is no longer as easy as it used to be. DH will have to get 're-attached', and operation that is of course not covered by insurance. Money...again.

So for now, we are starting to work on the house more, getting all these little projects done that have been waiting around for way to long. I have had a few odd jobs here and there, translating English documents to German. Everything we can is being saved up. But in a weird way, that is okay. Making us wait like this, is giving us a chance to really think this through, and we will mean to get pregnant. If everything works out. Cross your fingers!

Wednesday, April 15, 2015


“Oh my God, now I need something,” Julia said.  It was about 3:00 am this morning.  We had gone to bed together (finally!) and enjoyed an intense (but brief) interlude, and we had fallen asleep without even turning the TV back on.  Before we did, I offered to find her one of my shirts on the floor to put between her legs to catch the inevitable.  “Nah I’m good,” she said, as she lay her head on my chest and we drifted off to sleep.

But after we’d been woken up by our crazy cat, she realized she wanted a shirt after all.  That’s my cue to dive my upper body over the side of our mattress and scrounge around on the floor with my legs still in bed, hoping to get lucky.  I found something she could use, and went back to sleep with what was probably an idiot grin of satisfaction on my face.

Earlier in our marriage, we used condoms for birth control.  We both hate condoms.  Nothing kills the moment faster for us than saying, “Wait!  Let me just slip this on…”, heh.  And as our regular readers are probably aware, creampies factor into our sex lives on a regular basis.  Our sex became much more spontaneous when we were free of the Trojan Man in our bedroom, and much more enjoyable.

At the end of 2008, as the Recession took grip and millions of us were losing our jobs, I joined scores of other men across the country, and made a permanent choice that has affected our lives in ways we couldn’t have anticipated.  There have been benefits, for sure, but also some surprising drawbacks, which are just coming to light now.  Looking back now, it seems incredible to me that these 2 events - my termination after 18 years of service to a company I was in love with, and my own Life Altering Event - happened within one day of each other.  

What was the Life Altering Event, you ask?  And, if you have guessed what it is, do we have any regrets?  I’ll attempt to answer both questions….  in the next post.  :-D

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Quickie, but a Goodie

Hi, DH here!  It’s Spring Break at our house, and we have really been enjoying some family time.  I saw both of my older kids in the last 2 days, which was great!  Julia can tell you that they don’t stay in touch with us very well, but we are always happy to see them.  Last night, we had decided to share the evening watching TV (I’m suddenly LOVING The Blacklist), and my son showed up.  Evening canceled, ha ha.  By the time we went to bed, hanky panky was a non-starter.

This morning, we lay cuddled in our bed, enjoying the early morning.  The kids were sleeping in after staying up late, and I still had a couple of hours before I had to get ready for work.  I pulled Julia close as we spooned together, and she waggled her bottom against me.  I gently slid my cock into her, and slowly filled her with my full length.  It had been a few days since our last morning lovemaking session, and before long, my cock exploded in her tight little pussy.

I finally stopped.  We cuddled for a while longer, and then I got up and did my morning chores.  When I came back, Julia was getting up.

“Ugh, my bottom is all wet!” she said.  She flipped over onto her tummy and presented me with a beautiful view of her backside.  Sure enough, the creampie I’d given her had leaked out all over her bottom.  

“Here, let me help,” I said gallantly.  I found my shirt from the previous evening, and expertly diapered her.  “There you go,” I said.

"Gee, thanks", she laughed at me, got up and we started our day together.

I hope everyone is having a great start to Spring!  :)