Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Back to Normal

Hello blogland!

As DH had told you guys, I had my mom visit for the last two weeks, and have been busy with life. We had a fantastic time thriftstore-hopping, hunting for treasures, as well as some general shopping and laziness. Very fun and relaxing. And to top it all off, our children were part of a big dance show and we got to see that, twice! Nothing more satisfying (as a parent) to see your kids bloom like that.

DH and I managed to keep our connection throughout my mom's visit as well, which is not always easy. DH likes to have my attention when he is home, and honestly, I am usually so happy to have him home, it doesn't even occur to me to not give him this attention. But when my mom is here, that can shift a bit, and he seemed more okay with it this time around than any other time.

This morning, DH had to go into work early, and we woke up at six. Not that uncommon for us, especially in these summer months as the sun cascades through our big windows when we forget to close the curtains. I snuggled DH from the back, kissing his neck, while wrapping one arm around him looking for his cock. Before I knew it, he suddenly rolled me over and had a huge hard-on. Lol. I love morning sex!
After, he got dressed very quietly, and disappeared to work and I went back to sleep for another hour.

Now its back to normal life, kids are out of school, house is a mess, dinners need to be cooked (my mom always spoils me and cooks for us), and carpets shampooed. Or Tuesday.  :D

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Cover reveal! Red Bottoms Espresso - Hannah's Submission

Hi, DH here!  I'm home sick today.  I contracted some kind of virus yesterday, complete with a fever and other, um, unpleasantries, so Julia came and picked me up from work.  She has been amazing!  I feel so thankful to have such an incredible wife.  :)  I am feeling better this afternoon, so I am putting out this small blog post.

I've finished editing the cover image for my new story.  I've tried to tie the stories together by incorporating the "Buttercup" logo, which represents Hannah's name tag while she's working in the stand.  I could see writing stories for other girls that work there (Daisy, Rose, etc.), so they would get their own.  I'm still not sure if that works - what do you think?  Lame?  Awesome?  ;)

I will be publishing this book for an introductory price of $0.99, and also offer the first book for free for a limited time, so you can pick up BOTH for less than a dollar.

Thanks for your feedback and encouragement!  I've always wanted to be a writer, although I had no idea of what that would be like, but I have really enjoyed the feedback and support from you.  :)

Here's an excerpt from the new story.


The man cleared his throat.  “Your backside looks a might bit red,” he said.  She handed over his coffee and blushed.

“Yes, Daddy gave me a spanking right before my shift today,” she said. “My bottom still stings a lot!”  She suddenly turned around, and then looked back over her shoulder, craning her neck to see her backside.  

The man whistled softly through his teeth.  "Yep, you sure are red," he said.  

She lifted her skirt so that both of her small, round cheeks were in full view.  “Is it really still red?”  She turned her head forward, and bent over to offer him a fuller inspection.  The crotch panel of her translucent undergarment was now on display.  Her pussy made a slit in her panties, seamlessly extending the groove between her buttocks.  A thin line of moisture ran the length of the slit on the outside of the material.  Hannah flipped down her skirt and stood,  and then turned to face the man.

The man didn’t shift his eyes, as if transfixed in shock.  Her outlined pussy was now directly in his line of sight, and he stared at it as he asked, “Does your Daddy spank you every day?”   He raised his eyes to her breasts, and then finally, her face.

"No, only once a week, usually," she replied.  She frowned.  “Actually, Daddy said he would spank me just once a week, but this is only my first day so I’m not sure.  Four dollars, please,” she asked brightly.

“Here ya go, Buttercup,” the man smiled back, handing her a ten dollar bill.  “Mmm, great 2-Swat Mocha,” he said after taking a sip.  “No need for change, thanks!”  He put his truck in gear and started to pull forward, holding his coffee.  “Have a great first day!”

Friday, June 19, 2015

Picture Friday - Cover Shoot!

Hi, DH here!  I'm taking over Julia's picture Friday (she's pretty busy with her Mom here) with some pictures of my cover shoot for my new Kindle ebook release this Sunday.  This is the first time I've done something like this with myself as a model, so I'm excited (and nervous) to share these with you.

First, I have this image of what I imagined the cover could look like.  I might try to use this somewhere, but I don't think the "engraving" effect looks very good on the paddle.  I might have to break down and learn Gimp someday, ha ha.  Pixlr.com isn't cutting it for me.

My second idea was to feature "Dan" on the cover, in some kind of dominant pose.  The last book features a belt spanking, so I asked Julia to shoot some pictures of me wearing a belt.  For business reasons, Dan frequently comes to the office in a suit.

We were shooting these pictures in our new office/family room that my son moved out of at the beginning of the year.  Julia's Mom was in the kitchen while we were sneaking around like teenagers, hiding the paddle and trying not to let her see me in clothes I don't usually wear.  ;)

Well, Dan wouldn't just stand there with his belt on.

Julia got a really great shot of me from behind that I think will work well.  Maybe I can use the paddle image above if its small enough?  Not sure if I like that either.

But here it is.

So now with the magic of digital pixel dorking, I will create a cover!  Ironically, my [actual] name is in several versions of Photoshop, but I don't have any copies of it left (at least that work on modern computers lol). Crazy.  Thank you Sweety for taking the pictures and helping me get this done.  :)

Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

"“Do you want some cheesecake?" An excerpt from Summer Graystone's Bailey's Little Adventure

Hi, DH here!  Julia and I are SO EXCITED to share this super-hot excerpt from Summer Graystone. Please welcome her to our blog, check out her links below, and then go to Amazon and snag a copy for yourself!  :)


Hi DH! Thank you so much for hosting me today! 
I’m sharing an excerpt from my latest book – Bailey’s Little Adventure. This is an age play story which is actually part of the Little Haven Collection released last month. You can find more about that collection here on my blog.
The snippet I’m going to share with you is based on cheesecake… cause YUM! Who doesn’t like cheesecake?
“Do you want some cheesecake? It’s your favorite…white chocolate raspberry.” He picked up the fork, spearing a piece of the dessert.
“Open up.”
I opened my mouth and he slid the fork between my lips. Down below his finger slid further in to me. Between the luscious silken dessert in my mouth, and the sensation of his finger probing inside me, I was lost. I closed my eyes, moaning around the mouthful of cheesecake.
I swallowed the cheesecake and turned to Ian, meeting his gaze. My breathing was so shallow I thought I would pass out. There were no words I could say, nothing beyond what I could tell him with my eyes.
His fingers shifted inside me, moving against some magic spot that brought a muffled cry to my lips, and a sheen of perspiration across my upper lip. I didn’t care that I was in the middle of a packed restaurant. I didn’t care about anything other than being here with Ian, knowing he was in this with me, that it all made sense to him.
I leaned my head against his shoulder, my hand gripping his arm, closing my eyes. His fingers thrusting faster, his thumb pressed against my clit.
My body was shaking uncontrollably, my legs jerking as Ian’s hand moved faster. I held back another cry, fingers digging into his arm. I could feel the muscles of his arm moving as he pushed deeper. I pressed my feet against the floor, every muscle in my body tensed, taut, on the edge.
Ian said something and I belatedly realized the waiter must have dropped off the check. But I was focused on what Ian was doing to me, to the sensations crashing through me, to the spiraling heat low between my thighs.
“Bailey…come for me. Now…let go, babygirl, and come.”

Well! If you want to know what happens then you have to pick up a copy of the book right? Check out the full blurb below!

Bailey's Little Adventure  
Even though she is an adult with a full-time job, Bailey loves role-playing as daddy’s naughty little girl. Nothing is more fun than dressing like a teen and teasing her husband, who is always ready to punish her properly before pleasuring her more than she would have thought possible. When she discovers that he would like to tie her up so that she is completely vulnerable and at his mercy, she trusts him to keep her safe, even when he pushes her past her comfort zone.

But Bailey’s perfectionism makes her insecure about their relationship, and when she makes a mistake that disappoints her daddy she panics and wonders if she could lose him forever. Can he prove to Bailey that even when things get really hard, he will always be there for his little girl with the love, guidance, and discipline she needs?

Publisher’s Note: Bailey’s Little Adventure contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. This book is also available as part of a five-book collection entitled Little Haven.

Author links

Monday, June 15, 2015

Hot Mess (of a blog post)

Hi, DH here!  I apologize for the randomness of this post - Julia’s Mom is flying in from Germany today!  We’re so excited to have her here.  It’s been a whole year since her last visit, which is way too long.  We worked on cleaning the house and finishing our last-minute painting projects this weekend, and now we’re ready!  I love it when she comes to see us, because we tend to go out and explore more, and actually see this incredible area in which we live.  

Julia and I had a great talk this weekend.  It resulted in that all-elusive Clarity for us, which has seemed just out of reach for a while.  You know that segment of the “disappearing middle class” that is just barely holding on to everything while living paycheck to paycheck, running like George Jetson on his automated dog walker (“Jane, get me off this crazy thing!”)?  Yep, that’s us.  I wouldn’t classify us as Poors, necessarily, unless you look at us through the lens of the more fortunate.  But in spite of our financial realities, we still have hopes and dreams.  

Like having another baby.

In December 2008, I got laid off from a high-tech job I’d held for almost 18 years.  Merry Christmas.  It was devastating to our family.  We cashed out everything we had (401K accounts, stuff we had lying around, a couple of kidneys) to save the house and keep the children fed.  I qualified for unemployment, so between that and some extremely creative living, we pulled through.  I could feel it coming when it happened, though.  The news had been getting progressively worse as the media trumpeted the number of people getting laid off every day, until it was in the millions.  Instinctively, I did what thousands of other men also did, at virtually the same time.  It was almost as if we were responding to Nature’s call to migrate, or turn our tails to the wind in a storm.  My Event happened one day after my layoff.

I got a vasectomy.

There were so many reasons to do it.  Julia and I both hate condoms.  Nothing ruins the mood more than getting into it and then, “Oh wait, stop, let me just slip into something a little less comfortable…”  As I get older, it’s not always easy to keep myself excited that long, if you know what I’m talking about.  After I got snipped, our sex lives improved immensely as we no longer had to worry about accidentally getting pregnant.  But there were tradeoffs as well.  I felt lingering discomfort for a while after the operation.  And looking back, I see that it affected my confidence, too.  Losing my job was a huge blow.  Throttling my manhood the day after was an extra blow.

So today I am making an appointment at a vasectomy reversal clinic.  We have been saving our meager tax refund for this, and we have it in the bank.  We shopped around and found the best deal (in the continental United States) out there, with what looks like the best success rate.  I’m nervous, but excited to turn this corner and celebrate making a new life with my beautiful wife.  We love our lives together, and the family that we have.  It seems so natural to want to add one more.  :)

Last night, I took Julia over my lap on our bed.  “Let’s do maintenance,” I said.  She crawled over and placed her bottom under my waiting hand.  She was wearing her white panties.  I spanked her with them up for a while, loving how the fabric felt under my hand.  Then I reached over with my left hand and gathered her panties in my fist at the top of her ass, and pulled so that the fabric was tight against her pussy in a virtual thong, and then resumed spanking her, harder on her bare skin.

“Ohh, agh,” she said.  I increased the force of the swats.  She lay very still as my hand cracked down on her left cheek and then her right, and then her legs kicked off the bed, and I accidentally hit her leg on my next downstroke.  

“Whoops.  You need to keep your legs down on the bed like a good girl,” I said.  I resumed spanking her with hard, measured strokes.

“YES, DADDY!” Her hips bucked but she kept her legs still.

“Good girl,” I said.

Happy Monday everyone!

Monday, June 8, 2015

Maturity goes right out the Window

So of course this weekend something happened to make me blush lol. Or more accurately, not something, but rather someone - DH of course!
We were in the middle of awesome afternoon sex. As soon as the kids left to play at the neighbors, I took off my clothes slowly, walking back into the bedroom already half way naked. DH was a little surprised, and didn't quite get it. I could see it by the look on his face that he was expecting me to now just change my clothes. Instead, I wiggled out of my shorts and white panties, and threw them at him.
That got his attention! Although to be honest, these are the moments I like when he tells me what to do next, like where he wants me and in what position, if he is even in the mood/has time.

"Get on the bed and wait for me." And he got up and walked out of our bedroom while I was happy to oblige. When he came back, he had cleaned himself as it turned out, he had me get over his lap, and started slowly spanking me. Stroking in between spanks at first, the spanks got faster and harder quickly though.

You know that feeling during a spanking when it just feels good? It wasn't painful but hard enough to be enjoyable, yet stingy. I noticed nothing around me anymore, just the spanking. His rhythm and intensity just right. It felt like that went on for quite a while without a word being spoken.

After, we had amazing and intense sex during which DH said something baby-related to me. You know, like, I can't wait to make you pregnant...and more, and I came. Just like that. Followed closely by him.

After, we were standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner before the kids got home. I could still feel my orgasm, yet there we were in the kitchen, doing chores, not talking. And I realized we were both embarrassed. I burst out laughing, shared my observation with him, and was back in his arms.

So, so much for sexual maturity. The mention of a making a baby while in the moment is such a button pusher. Just seems like there is nothing hotter than having DH whisper into my ear right before cuming how much he wants to have one more baby with me. Yet after, I was left feeling embarrassed to have responded to it so completely without any restraint. In the kitchen, he held me, we kissed and we danced.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Sexual Maturity

A quick search for Sexual Maturity brought me to Wikipedia, which defines it as the age or stage an organism can reproduce. But when it comes to humans, I think the maturity part should refer to actual sexual maturity. Just because somebody is old enough to have sex doesn't mean they will have the maturity to actually deal with what is going on.

I know I was sheltered compared to kids growing up these days. Even though we don't have to worry about teenage stuff just yet with our kids, we are very aware as parents about porn on the internet. (Kind of funny coming from me now that I think about it, being the writer of a spanking blog) I think kids these days
are more likely to stumble on pornographic material one way or another sooner rather that later.
But I also remember that my mother never explained anything to me, and the whole topic was very off with her. She had relationships here and there (not many), but they were clearly boyfriends, and not father figures. The only things I did know, I knew because my sister was four years older than me.

Well, the other day, DH was whispering something naughty into my ear while we were taking a shower together. You know, to conserve water.  :D I realized that what he had said would have made me blush not two years prior. I would have changed the subject really quickly, and then hoped he would follow up later and do it anyway.
One part of this sexual maturity I refer to is the fact that I now understand DH better, and know he needs some sign from me that that is what I indeed want - Better and more honest communication not just with him, but with myself.

This understanding I have come to also led me to admit that I have finally come to really trust DH, tell him what I want without having to fear ridicule, mockery, or who knows what. This trust we have developed has definitely lead to my own sexual maturing.

What boggles my mind sometimes is that we have been together for more than ten years now, and still I can say, our sex life has improved over the last two years. And its the truth! The fact that these things don't make me blush anymore (or at least less) are a clear sign of my sexual maturity, and it makes sense, lol. No longer a spring chicken of 18, but 31. (Thank you for all my wonderful birthday wishes btw).

Monday, June 1, 2015

Panties spanking

Hi, DH here.  Happy June!  Has the year really almost reached the half-way mark already?  Lol.  It’s so cliche to say time goes by faster and faster, but it really does.  Julia and I are in a very good place, and we have been for a while.  I feel more mature and able than at any other time in my life, and Julia has had three AWESOME health resolutions as of very lately, so we are celebrating her Gute Gesundheit ;).   I worked at home on Friday, and we had a moment to our selves.

“I want to have sex before the kids come home,” Julia said.  It was lunch time, and I had a break from work, just completing 2 hours of meetings.  

“Yep, me too,” I said.  “Right now.”  I stood up from my chair in our bedroom, which is also my workstation, and put my Mac on its charger.  She paused where she was standing by the bed, and our eyes met.  

“Do you want me naked, or clothed?”  She smiled at me, and I realized she was showing me that she was submitting to me.  The day before, I realized Julia needed more structure in her daily routine.  The kids go to school every day, and she’s left at home.  We really want her to be a “stay at home” Mom, but it’s hard for her to find a good job where she can also work at home.  To keep herself busy, she’s been doing a TON of projects around the house (with beautiful results), but our money is very tight at the moment, so she’s blocked there, too.  So, I’ve decided she needs more discipline, and I’ve started assigning her tasks to complete during the day.  One task in particular was very hot from my perspective - I’ll have to have Julia share that one ;) .

“You can keep your panties on,” I said.  “I’m going to give you a spanking first.”  I sat fully on the
bed with my feet facing the foot, and she climbed over my lap.  I positioned a pillow so that she was lying across it - she’s not supposed to lie on her tummy where her back could bend backward.  “Is that comfortable?” I asked.

“Let me try like this,” she said, getting up on her knees so that her bottom was high in a “puppy dog” position.  My right hand found her butt.  She was wearing black panties that were very smooth and silky to my touch, but also held her bottom perfectly.  I spanked her very lightly, and enjoyed watching her globes dance.  I kept spanking her with playful, soft swats, and then gradually increased the force until I heard her sharp intake of breath.  I pulled down her panties to mid-thigh.

“I’m going to spank you on your bare bottom,” I said.  

“Yes, Daddy,” she answered.  She held her bottom high, and I started spanking her in earnest, soundly smacking her naked cheeks.  After about the 15th swat, she let herself fall forward across the pillow, which still hoisted her hips.

Smack, smack, smack!

“Oh, ow!”  Her hips twisted as I gave her a blistering volley.   I stopped and caressed her gently, and then resumed with softer strikes.

“I want you to keep thinking of ways to submit to me this weekend,” I said.  

Smack.  Pause.  Smack!  Pause.

“Yes, Daddy,” she cooed.

“Good girl,” I said.  I increased the tempo and the force of my strikes, and let my hand fall hard on her bottom.  I roasted the tops of her cheeks, and then worked downward toward her sit spot, holding my hand rigid like a board.

Slap!  WHACK!  Slap!  WHACK!  WHACK!

I held her neck down with my left hand so she wouldn't raise her head as I spanked right over her sit spot.  Her legs kicked as she bucked and twisted, trying to get away, but I held her firmly in place as I smacked her beautiful ass with my hand.

"AHH, OH," she cried, and then I was rubbing her back, still holding her neck, the spanking over.  We stayed like that for a while, and had a very nice weekend together too.  :)

I hope everyone had a great last weekend of May!