Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Training - Chapter 6

Hannah watched Daddy’s broad back as it was framed in the doorway, and then turned back to the counter.  He had left the coffee stand door open as he left, and the cold draft hit her legs again.  This time it felt good against the warm skin of her red bottom, and she smiled as she locked the portafilter into place and flipped the switch on the grinder.

He had come back about an hour later.  He stood at the window and watched her finish foaming the milk for her tenth latte.  The door clicked shut behind him as she dumped it out into the sink as he had instructed, and then turned and faced him through the window.  Her uniform was still spotless, he noticed.  From where he stood on the floor of the warehouse, his view was somewhere between what a car driver would see, and what would be visible inside the stand to someone driving a truck.  From his perspective, she was framed in the open window.  He could see the tops of her stockings, and the pale skin of her thighs up to her sheer panties.  

“You can clean the machine one more time, and then come out of there,” he said.  She cleaned up and then walked out the door of the small building and down the ramp, enjoying the cooler air on her bare skin.  “Let’s go back inside.  I’ve got something to take care of, and then I’ll let you go change your clothes.”  He held the door for her, and she glanced up into his face as she walked through the door.  She smiled.

“Thank you, Daddy.”  She took two steps and stopped short.  There, against the wall where she had been standing earlier, was another girl.  She was standing with her nose against the wall like she had, holding her green skirt up in her hands.  Her white thong was pulled down to mid-thigh, and her back was bare except for her white bra straps.  Daddy walked around Hannah, and took her elbow in his hand.  

“I want you to go over and stand next to Daisy there and assume your position.  You don’t have to pull down your panties, though.”  He guided her in the direction of the corner by her elbow, and she walked forward and stood next to the other girl.  She stood with her nose as close to the wall as she could and then pulled up her skirt and held it with both hands.  She thought she could hear his footsteps as he walked across the thickly padded, beige carpet, and then she heard the large wooden chair in the center of the room creak as he sat down.  Hannah was desperate to sneak a sidelong peek at Daisy as they stood side-by-side, but she didn’t dare.  Daisy’s blond hair was in a neat bun on her head; she didn’t seem quite as tall as Hannah.

Dan sat looking at the two girls standing at the wall.  He could see that Hannah was flustered and embarrassed at walking in on another girl standing in her position at the wall, but he figured it was time to get that little formality out of the way.  None of the girls were immune from being observed while having a spanking.  In fact, he often arranged it so that spankings had audiences, to remind the girls to be good, and to heighten the sense of embarrassment at having a spanking in front of someone else.

Sometimes, he thought, that was the whole point.

The girls stood close together at the wall.  Where Hannah had a slim, almost heart-shaped bottom, Daisy’s was rounder and fuller.  Both shapely backsides were in full view.  Although Hannah’s panties were still up, the sheer fabric did nothing to hide the skin underneath.  The girls almost touched elbows as they stood holding up their tiny skirts.   

“Daisy, please come here.”  Hannah involuntarily held her breath as Daisy walked over to the chair.  She imagined the girl standing there with her skirt raised. Her eyes would be on the carpet, and if she was like Hannah, her face was probably turning red as he sat there looking at her.  Her whole back would be bare, except for her bra and her white stockings.  She wondered if the thong was still riding at her thighs, or if it had slipped down when she had walked over to his chair.

When she had seen Daisy from the doorway, she had thought that her butt was fuller than her own.  Now, she wondered if Daddy felt differently about spanking an ass with a different shape, or if they were all the same to him.

“Your uniform is at standard,” Hannah heard him say.  At standard, Hannah thought.  What does that mean?  Was her uniform at standard?  She tried to remember if he had said anything like that, but drew a blank.  She wondered if she would be in trouble for not knowing already, or if it was in the policy printout she had skimmed last night.  She remembered something about dry cleaning only, and special care instructions for her panties that called for a laundry soap that sounded like it came from sheep.  Not that she minded hand-washing her clothing, she thought, she had done that plenty of times.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Daisy replied.  Her voice was higher than Hannah’s, and sounded cheerful, even though the girl was standing naked in front of man sitting on his “spanking chair.”  

“Lie over my lap, now,” he said.  She heard Daisy’s skirt rustle as the girl positioned herself over his lap.  “Good girl,” he said.  “I’m going to get your bottom ready for your shift.  Since you’re wearing your thong today, I’m going to make your whole bottom red.”  There was a pause, and then….

Slap!  “Ooo,” Daisy breathed in.  Slap!  Slap!  Hannah squirmed uncomfortably at the wall, feeling the swats on her own sore bottom as if she were the one stretched over his lap.  She had almost screamed as he had pushed her down over his desk earlier.  Tears had sprung to her eyes before the first horrible swat had even landed on her butt.  How could he be giving her yet another spanking?!  She couldn’t take it!  The pain was too great, even though he had only been lightly swatting her as he started.  

She had cried out loudly as his hand had swept upward across her ass cheeks, letting the pain overwhelm her modesty.  Her feet almost danced on the floor where she was right now at the memory of the intense pain.  And then, just as quickly as he had started, he was done.  She had been shaky on her feet as he had helped her stand, almost exactly where Daisy was getting a spanking right now.

She imagined that if she turned around, Daisy’s feet would be pointing right at her as they came off the floor during the spanking.  If she was still wearing her thong, it was probably at her knees by now, judging by the volume of the swats Daddy was applying to her posterior.  Hannah wondered if Daisy had to shave her pussy too.

“I want you to have a good shift today,” he said, not breaking his rhythm.  Slap, slap, slap!  Hannah thought that he was alternating sides like he had done with her, first crashing his big hand down on her right cheek so that it temporarily caught fire, a pause, and then the same treatment on the left side.  Daisy had started crying in earnest, crying out with each new swat with an “ah,” or “oh,” as the merciless hand kept descending on her bottom.  

“Ow!  Yes, Daddy!”  Slap!  CRACK! CRACK!  “OWWW AHH!”  Hannah thought that he had spanked Daisy at the tender curve at the bottom of her buttocks, which had caused Hannah to cry out too.  Hannah suddenly clamped her legs together as she felt the familiar warmth between her legs.  What if she got her panties wet?  Or stained them?  Wouldn’t he notice?  She stared at a point on the wall with her eyes wide as the spanking continued.

Slap!  Slap!  SLAP!  SLAP!  “Oww! Aha AH!”  The swats stopped.  “Ooooo,” Daisy mewed, still sobbing.  She hiccuped suddenly, and  Hannah thought he was rubbing her bottom now, which must be glowing bright red as the girl lay across his lap. 

“Well done,” he said soothingly.  Hannah could hear what sounded like skin on skin.  She wondered if the other girl could even touch the floor with her fingers and toes.  She might be too short to reach.  The moment stretched as Daisy remained over his lap, gradually quieting as he stroked her back.  Finally, he said, “You are ready for your shift.”  It sounded like he was helping her to her feet.  “You are free to go,” he said.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Daisy said.  Hannah heard the office door open and close.

“Thanks for waiting, Hannah.  Come here, please.”  Hannah felt her stomach drop to her toes as she turned away from the wall.  She kept her skirt raised in her hands as she walked forward the middle of the room.  Apparently, he had gotten up and sat down behind his desk when Daisy had left the room.  She walked over across the soft carpet and stood in front of his desk.  He sat still, regarding her with a serious expression, until she dropped her eyes to the carpet.  “I’m sorry there wasn’t time to introduce you properly,” he said.  “That was Daisy.  You will have a chance to get properly acquainted soon.”  He smiled.  “And you may drop your skirt,” he said.  Hannah let her skirt fall from her hands and felt it settle on her hips as his face grew serious again.

“As I warned you, some spankings are witnessed by other people,” he said.  “Sometimes, you will be on my lap while someone else is waiting for my attention.”  She raised her eyes to his, and saw that he was challenging her to accept these terms, now that she had been though the experience of witnessing Daisy’s spanking firsthand.  She had never seen anyone being spanked before, and she had found it both frightening and exhilarating - as if she felt part of Daisy’s pain, but also some of her relief when it was over.

Dan kept his gaze level.  This was a make-or-break point that he had to win in order for her to continue in her training.  None of the girls got special treatment.  No one got a private spanking unless it suited him.  If he required all of them to line up naked and bent over from the waist, legs spread, with their cheeks held spread open for his inspection, he expected them to do so immediately, right now, no questions asked!  

She looked down an instant longer, and then brought her eyes back to his again.  “I understand, Daddy,” she said.  Her voice was quiet, but clear.  He smiled, and put the back of his hand to his brow and wiped an imaginary band of sweat from it.

“Whew!  That was awkward, but I’m glad you’re on board.  Great first day of training!”  He beamed at her.  “You learn fast, and you are doing a very good job,” he said.  “I want you to come back here the same time tomorrow, and we’ll continue, OK?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, smiling.  She would be coming back, she suddenly realized.

“Good girl,” he said.  “And now I will dismiss you so you can go change your clothes and go home!”  He smiled at her and she felt warm to the bottom of her stocking’ed toes.  She felt like going home to her lonely existence in her friend’s apartment would be OK today, because she had landed a job.  And, she realized as well, she liked it.  She liked him.

“I’m going to walk you through it, as you and I haven’t done this part before.” He held up a finger.  “Ready?”

“Yes.  Yes Daddy!”

He smiled.  “OK.  I say, ‘You’re dismissed,’ and you…”  He held his hand to the side of his mouth to project his voice, and used an exaggerated stage whisper.  “Pick up your skirt…” he whispered, looking down at her hands and then back up to her eyes.  She felt herself blush, but smiled as she remembered her exit procedure.  She grabbed the thin fabric of her skirt between her thumb and her index finger on both hands and raised it so that her skirt made a smile in front of her.

“…and curtsy,” he said, even as she was executing a clumsy curtsey by bending her knees and bobbing her head.  He laughed approvingly.  “Good job!  You can go change and you’re free to go.  And you say…”

“Thank you Daddy!”

He smiled at her across his desk, and then turned his eyes to his monitor.


“You’re welcome.”  

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Happy Birthday!

It's Julia's birthday today!  Please join me in wishing her a Happy Birthday!  The kids and I madly prepared yesterday, and now we are just about to have breakfast.  This is the 13th birthday I've celebrated with Julia.  Last year we went on a whale watching tour and actually saw some Orcas on the Puget Sound.  This year we're going to stay close to home.

When I first met Julia, Live was her favorite band.  This one's for you, Sweety.  :)






Sunday, May 17, 2015

Busy with Myself

Last Friday, for what felt like the first time in a really long time, I burst into dance while preparing pizzas for our Friday Pizza ritual and listening to music (song below).

It seems like such a long time that I have done it and have definitely missed it too. Chronic pain really does take all the joy out of life and I am so glad I am already at a point where I can see that.

But with this diagnosis has also come the realization that many of the things that have shaped me into who I am were because of this undiagnosed condition I have had ever since I can remember. And my own mother can't even remember the incident or the time around it. I know I am good at handling pain quietly, but I thought of that more as a recent development. Now looking back, not even my sister remembers the events I was describing, or me being in pain for weeks as a child.

DH asked me last night why we aren't having any sex, as I was lying naked in his arms, and I told him about this journey of mine. I have been very busy with myself it seems, with my body, doing exercises (correctly), but also just movements of daily living. But my mind has been busy too,chewing through all types of memories I have of people making me feel unsporty, fat, not very active, or even insinuating I was faking my back pain to get out of exercising.

But lying there in his arms, I came to  the realization that it really doesn't matter anymore what these people said. Its been so freeing to let go and be myself while kind of reteaching myself how to move correctly. Looking back usually doesn't help, and I have noticed that being stuck in the past can feel like a negative thinking loop, kind of pre-programmed and never leading anywhere new or even useful.
And then we did have sex. :D

So forward it is!

And btw, Renee was so kind and hosted DH on her blog today! So if you have a moment, please go over there and check out her blog, she is one of my favorite authors when it comes to spanking stories. :D



Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Why does she want a spanking?

Hi, DH here!  This is another post for those guys who are looking for answers to questions they have about a sudden change in their wives' behavior.  Maybe she has been sending you articles about "ttwd" at work, and asking you read them.  Or perhaps she's been not-too-subtly suggesting that what you've been familiar with as boring kitchen implements might be used for something different altogether.  Like a spanking.  Why is she doing this?  What is the sudden fascination with your hand connecting with her bottom?

When Julia and I first started out, she essentially told me she wanted a spanking.  And she kept telling me, until we finally (very slowly and carefully) started.  I've celebrated the changes in our lives that have resulted from this choice, for both of us, and I firmly believe it has changed us for the better.  But as we started, I kept struggling with this persistent, nagging question:

Why does she want a spanking?

From my perspective, it was weird.  I've never wanted a spanking, or felt the benefits of receiving one.  I'm not a submissive.  I think I would really hate being spanked, and have a very difficult time submitting to even just the idea, because I am not... submissive.  I don't want to be.  Don't get me wrong - I know and understand the submissive trait in myself.  I can submit and I do it all the time - at work, for example.  When my boss says jump, I immediately code up a robot that asks HOW HIGH?  But in my relationship with Julia, and the other people for whom I am a source of authority, I am on top.  I enforce my relationship with Julia by giving her rules (always take your mobile when you're driving) and setting limits, and even giving her only the occasional spanking, because she's a good girl.  It's almost impossible to give her a spanking for something she did wrong, or even something she didn't do when she was supposed to.  Oh well.  :)

Julia is submissive.  She wants to know her man is a MAN, and can take care of business if necessary.  Long before we met, she had established her own rules for selecting a valid mate.  He had to be bigger and stronger than her, have wide shoulders, and be a "manly" man who could take care of himself and his wife in any situation.  We had a hard time during the Recession on this front, especially.  I got depressed, and lost a LOT of weight, until I was a sad, scrawny shadow of myself.  Julia took over wearing the pants in our relationship, as I had given up.  When she discovered ttwd, she was suddenly fascinated by the idea that I could be a "real" man: In charge of myself, and her, and able to provide for and protect my family.  But to get there, I needed to give her a spanking.

Are women tired of compliant, pleasing men who apologize for having those gosh darn testicles?  If you watch Netflix, the answer would seem to be a resounding yes.  Julia and I are watching a New Zealand show she found, The Almighty Johnsons.  And yeah, Johnson is in the name of the show, although I'm not sure if that was intentional, or a happy subliminal coincidence.   This "family" of guys are Norse gods who spend all of their time being men.  Really manly men.  The main character is inhabited by Odin, and it is absolutely brilliant how the dynamic of boy-becoming-man-becoming-god is acted out.  A spanking would not be out of character for the show.  In fact, I'm kind of waiting for one to happen ;) .

In our case, I think Julia wanted me to start spanking her to fulfill a need she has for being dominated.  She wants to submit to me, and have me take control and handle her like a man.  It's better for her when I lead, too, instead of her putting herself in position and waiting for me to figure out that I should perhaps apply my hand to her posterior.  Don't get me wrong, ladies, it really helps in the beginning.  But when Julia has multiple orgasms during the sex that almost always follows a good spanking for us, I'm usually the one who started it.

Spanking is not for everyone, but after living this lifestyle for years, it's almost safe to turn the question around - why doesn't she want a spanking?  In our case, her back pain has played a big role in that answer, but it didn't diminish Julia's wish for a sound spanking whenever she could get it.  She wants a spanking to scratch that insatiable itch she feels to be brought to submission by her man.  She wants to release control and just be, surrounded by her man's strength and love.  She wants to come over and over afterward, with me still dominating her in every way.

Friday, May 8, 2015

Picture Friday - Red Bottoms Espresso Book Release Edition

DH has finally done it - he has self-published his first book!Hannah's story
Available on Amazon for kindle

I am really proud of DH, but proud of myself too because I tried really hard to make sure he had the time to write as much as he wanted to. So I figured now that it is available for sale I could introduce it with a picture post, since I have already read it.


What follows are pictures that remind of me Hannah's training.






 Disclaimer, I don't own any of these pictures!


DH's first book is now available, so check it out here!

Thursday, May 7, 2015

Back Pain and Spankings

Sounds like a fun title, doesn't it? Yeah, not really, I know, trust me. I KNOW.

I have always had back trouble, I remember being in High School, 15 years old, and sitting in those chairs in class was killing me. I would have to slide in really tight to the table to wedge myself in to make it bareable. Then it stopped. And would come back again, again, and again. I was trying to see if I could associate my pain with my period, but it wasn't that.
Later, meeting DH I was good for a while as long as I avoided certain movements, and don't even remember my first flare up with him.
But over the last few years it  has gotten a lot worse and more frequent. These bouts of throwing my back out have become more frequent, and then when I started that work-from-home job last year and starting sitting for long periods of time, it was a constant.

I have finally gone to a chiropractor and even had an x-ray taken which revealed definite damage. 


(I made it a link if anyone is interested)

It turns out spondylolisthesis is something that happens early in adolescence, or in my case when I was 8 and fell in a sitting position on a big rock. I remember I couldn't sit for weeks because of the pain of sitting.

Spanking

We don't really do punishment spankings. I mean, I like the idea of it and it definitely turns me on, but then in reality it has not really been needed. Often, I am more the level-headed one, and if something gets heated its usually not because of me.... Although I still end up over his lap with a red bum. Because he needs it. It restore balance to us, he feels more confident once again, and we always end up having hot sex. 

But when my back is killing me there are no spankings. Most likely there is no sex either. 

When my back is 'only' a dull ache, we have figured out what works for us. Lying over his lap is actually a good position for me, very supported. We have figured out how high he can spank and how hard/long. If it turns out I hurt more than I thought, I will say something and stay on his lap with him just rubbing my aching lower back. Sadly, those always end too soon because DH gets distracted by my butt.....

My number one advice to anyone suffering back pain and wondering about spankings, is to pay attention to your own body! Every single person is different, and there is no one thing that will just work. You have to communicate with your partner, let him/her know where you are at. 

It is tempting sometimes to want to get out of a spanking by telling him my back hurts when it for once doesn't, but I try to be honest with him simply because he cares about me. He asks me every single day how my back is, and listens to my detailed response of how it hurts differently today. And then even remembers it the next day!  I owe him the truth in regards to spankings.

Hi, DH here! She just handed me her laptop, as she feels like her arms and shoulders are super-tired after her adjustments today.  It makes my heart hurt to see her go through all of this, but she keeps it to herself.  When Julia complains, I know the pain is really bad. :(  

I'm so glad we have an actual diagnosis for what's been going for most of her life, and I really believe that balance is key in managing a chronic condition with the lifestyle we have chosen.  When we started ttwd, part of my reluctance to give her a spanking was fear that I would hurt her.  Years later, we've both learned to accept her condition and work around it, so that her back isn't aggravated and we still get to live the way to want to without using backpain as an excuse not to.


 
 

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Hand spanking and sex

“You want to give me a spanking, don’t you.”  Julia and I were standing in our bedroom.  I had just decided to work from home so that she can go to the chiropractor for her back today.  I’m really hoping she can find help for her persistent pain that totally incapacitated her last summer, and is always a lurking threat.  She has done an amazing job of strengthening her core through exercising, but something is Definitely Wrong with her back, and chiropractic is something neither of us has tried.

Here’s to hoping!

“Yes, I do,” I said.  I’ve been a little angsty lately.  OK, really angsty.  Like, angsty-pangsty even.  It seems like, no matter how hard we try, we’re always behind financially.   Julia has been SO AWESOME with managing our budget, and yet our goals always seem to be just out of reach.

“Well, no time like the present, right?”

“Right,” I agreed.  “I want you over my lap on the bed,” I said.  I positioned myself so I was sitting in the middle of the bed, and then she lay over my lap.  “Uh oh, your head is facing the wrong way,” I joked.  “Now you have to have a spanking with my left hand.”  I pulled down her jeans and panties, exposing her beautiful bottom.  I gave her a couple of experimental swats, and suddenly we were talking.  We discussed the everyday problems we were having, and my hulk-like frustration with our apparent lack of progress with our goals.  

I finally started spanking her in earnest, letting my hand fall hard on her ass cheeks.  I used a slow pace, though, letting each swat have its own full impact before removing my hand, waiting, and then striking again on the alternate globe.  I gradually increased the tempo until she was moving her legs, and hissing in pain.  

Swat!  Swat!

CRACK!

“OOOH, ah ah!” Julia yelled, both legs jumping off the bed.

I stopped, and then used the tip of my index finger to trace down her back to the groove between her buttocks.  I let it rest there as she twitched in anticipation, and then let it slowly descend, ever so lightly, down her crack.  She moaned quietly as my finger grazed her bottom hole, and then I let my finger wander out over her butt.  She flinched hard every time my finger made contact with her red cheeks, until I was finally finished, and resumed spanking her with my hand.

“Oh, ah!”  I spanked her pretty hard, five, six, seven times, until her hips started twisting in protest, and then I stopped.  I put the flat of my right hand on her back as I gently massaged her red bottom.

“I’m done,” I said.  “Good girl.”  I let her climb off my lap, and she instantly moved her head down to my groin and took my rock-hard cock in her mouth.  

“Ahh,” I said.  I watched in fascination as she took half my shaft, and then pulled upward.  The friction of her wet mouth on the head of my cock made my eyes cross as I moaned in pleasure.  I put my hand on the back of head, and gently pulled her back down.  She kept going past the half-way point, and then breathed loudly through her nose as her lips stopped at 3/4 of my length, and then she held it there as long as she could.

“URP”  She quickly pulled my cock out of her throat and put her hand to her mouth as she gagged.  She recovered, smiling apologetically, and moved to take my cock again.  I had other ideas, however, and moved her so her head was facing down the bed, and then kneeled between her spread legs.  I gently pushed my cock into her wet pussy.  My first attempt pushed her lips inward, so I slicked the head of my cock with spit.  It slid slowly between her lips, and we both strained as I pushed it in half-way.  I slowly pulled out until my head emerged from her wet pussy entirely.  I rubbed it up and down her slit, teasing her until I re-entered her tight hole and pushed forward until I was all the way inside her.

I came hard inside her with her head cradled between my arms as I drove my cock as deep into her pussy as I could.  

Later, Julia reminded me that sometimes I’m the one who needs to give her a spanking, rather then her needing to receive one.  Definitely true this time, as I’m suddenly at peace, and back in the driver’s seat of our Fate.  Will we meet our goals?  YES.  How?  

How?

Before we started ttwd, I spent a LOT of time feeling sorry for myself.  Like many others, we lost almost everything during the recession.  Looking back, I see a scared guy who let himself be beat up by hard knocks, rather than a strong man who could accept his circumstances, and get on with life as well as possible.  I feel like I’m that guy now, except on occasion, I let myself slide back there, and I forget that I’m the one who is control of my destiny.  “How” used to scare the shit out of me.  I would throw my hands up and say NO WAY and give up, and that was it.  If something looked unobtainable, I would just lower my sights.  

But this year, Julia and I have Plans.  Possibly even life-changing plans, which could alter our destinies forever.  (I hope Julia lets me blog about what that might be as we get closer, because that is one heck of a teaser :-D )  I feel stronger than I’ve ever been in my life, and I know it’s because of ttwd, and the focus and determination I’ve cultivated as a benefit.  If you think about it, it’s discipline, for both of us.

I can’t say I’m totally unafraid to take on a new challenge.  In fact, I procrastinate almost as much as I used to.  But I can SEE that behavior now, for what it is, and change that too.  I love being more in-charge of myself, and having the ability to make choices that drive us forward in our plans.  For the first time in my life, I really like myself.

How will we meet out goals this year?  I don’t know.  But I DO know we’re going to MAKE it, and  I think it’s gonna be one hell of a good time.