Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Approaching half a million pageviews!

I remember starting this blog. I had just found out about this type of dynamic and knew instantly that it was exactly what I needed. What DH and my relationship needed. Up to that point, I had been wearing the pants in our relationship too many times, and didn't like the dynamic that it created for us.
It was also not healthy for us.

DH was in the midst of his depression, had just started taking an anti-depressant, and was still pretty fragile. In some ways, I still think of him as being more fragile that I give him credit for, and I try to not think that way anymore, but sometimes that is still my first thought. And then he goes and surprises me by handling whatever it is himself. Confidently. It is still a big turn-on, lol.

And now, we are approaching 500,000 pageviews. To me that is incredible. Thank you guys. It really means a lot to me, and I know it does for DH. He discovered his love of writing through this blog, and has been dipping his toes in, now even has two published books! (If you haven't yet, check them out, one is even free)

I have made some good friends through this blog! I can't begin to describe how amazing it is to be completely honest with somebody. Thank you for your friendship.

And just recently, we were sent some sex toys to try out and review, so I will be doing those soon!
(Meanwhile, feel free to look on their site)


But for now, I just wanted to thank you, my reader. Thank you for listening, and being here, sharing this journey with us!

Thursday, January 21, 2016

A Spanking Fantasy Part 3 (fiction)




I hold her gently for minutes, and then disengage.  I find the hem of her top, and pull it up and over hear head.  I reach down to where I’ve stashed a blindfold, and then bring it up and hold it in front of her face.  “I want you to trust me,” I say.  I walk around her and tie the blindfold over her eyes.  I leave my hand on her back and let it trail around her body as I return to where I was standing.  I take her hand.  She trembles in anticipation as I lead her to our bed, and help her climb onto it.  “Lie on your back.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and straightens herself on the bed.  Her beautiful breasts look tantalizing, and I long to reach over and pinch one of her nipples or take it in my mouth.  My eyes travel lower to the small tangle that covers her sex.  Her pants and panties are still wedged between her knees; I pull them off and toss them on the floor.  She sighs and shivers again, now completely naked.  I take her right hand in mine and hold it, and then pull it up toward the head of the bed.  One of my ties is already there, lashed to the bedpost.  I tie her wrist securely in place.  I move to the other side of the bed, and do the same thing to her right hand.  Her lips part and she licks them nervously.  Precum has stained the front of my jeans and I long to take them off and free my raging hardon but I force myself to wait.  I pull the feather from my box of toys, and trace it lightly over her forehead.  

“Oh,” she says, jumping a little at the touch.  The tip of the feather drifts over her cheeks below the blindfold.  The tempo of her breathing increases and her head tilts upward as the feather touches her chin, and then descends slowly over her throat, down to her collarbone, and then stops between her breasts.  Slowly, I draw the feather over to her right breast, circling widely, and then I let the tip of the feather touch her nipple.

“Sss, ahh,” she moans.  Her body quivers and jumps as I make the feather dance on her breast.  The tip travels to her left breast and touches the hard nub there, too, causing her to twitch and writhe.  I play cat and mouse with her nipple, darting the feather over her breast, and then back to the other breast.  The feather returns to the center of her chest, and then I trace lower down her body to her navel.  I circle her navel with the tip of the feather as lightly as I can, letting the circumference widen until it includes the very top of her landing strip.  Her legs shake and kick a little as the feather traverses down her left leg to her knee, back up, and then down her right.  On the return trip, I let the feather trail up both legs to the apex, brushing across her sex in the process.  

“Ohh,” she says.  

“You like that, don’t you,” I say.  The feather return to her belly button and then starts its downward journey again.  She sighs and trembles.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.  Her legs are pressed tightly together.  I let the feather rest in her thatch of hair, and then trail it directly down the seam between her legs, stopping at her knees.

“Spread your legs,” I growl.  Her legs jerk as she slowly spreads them open until her feet are shoulder-width apart and then the feather starts its slow return trip, this time on the inside of her right leg.  I take my time, letting her anticipation build as the feather moves up, and then back down her leg, and then slowly back up a little more, until it’s at the top of her thighs.  She’s trying hard to keep her legs still but they keep hopping and twitching as the tickling sensation increases the nearer the feather gets to her sex.  Finally, I let the feather touch her pussy, and then dance over it.

“Mm, ohh,” she says.  I can see a line of moisture running down her slit, and I know her pussy is sopping wet.  The realization spurs me on to my next course of action.  I put the feather down.


“Are you hungry for Daddy’s cock?” I ask.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

When a rift opens...

It really is too bad that after the holidays and December, there is always January to bring you back to reality. Especially hard this year since we went to Germany and had to come back. I miss having my family around. Endless sitting around, talking, drinking coffee, and just hanging out. Being together.  I don't have that here. I mean, I have one friend who I drink coffee with every other week, but its just not the same. It really just boils down to I miss my family in Germany. The magnitude of my choice so many years ago is finally catching up to me it seems.

January is all about going back to work for DH, school starting again for the kids, and me being here. A housewife. Most of the time I am aware that that is what I wanted and still want. Be here for my children, and I love the alone time, but at the same time, it can be so isolating and lonely.

And it would be so nice to have some work to make some money....

When everybody comes home, I am so happy to see everyone and they are all exhausted from being gone all day. While I am not.

What is also not helping is that DH is still driving to the car pool lot with our neighbor because they still haven't bought a new car. Not really our problem in my opinion. Ok, that sounds rude. But seriously, after two months of them not having a second car and DH having given  him a ride more often than not, I feel like I get to say that. Especially when it takes away from US time. Giving him that ride means he leaves a whole hour earlier in the morning, and not coming home any earlier. Not even five minutes. The cuddling in the morning often falls away. So does the sex. So does the drinking at least coffee together routine. (Pity party here, just go with it)

Mix that in with stress at work for DH and you got a rift growing between us. Maybe I just feel it because I have so much time on my hands and he doesn't. Maybe I want too much. I probably do. But really, I just want to spend more time with my husband, that should never be too much to ask in my opinion!

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Making up for a bad Party Experience

Last night, DH had his holiday party from work. Not sure why they did it after the actual holidays, but either way, we were determined we wanted to go. I arranged a sleepover with the neighbors, went shopping with my friend to find something to wear over my dress, and was generally excited. Sounds familiar? Maybe you remember reading this post....

Two days ago, our youngest got sick. Fever. When she had to stay home another day, I just figured we were not meant to go to a party together. Ever.  :) And I was okay with it. These are the choices you make when you decide to have children, to take care of them, be there for them. Hearing her say, 'thank you for taking care of me' in her little voice is all the thanks I need. Melted my heart.

But low and behold, she got better and wanted to do the sleepover. Plans were back on, and this time everything just worked out! I didn't even have to put on a dress since DH informed me that it was more casual. Jeans it is! No problem with that and still got to wear sexy underwear and the new cardigan and boots.

We even found the place! (Again, read here...)

It was so fun! Seeing DH is his natural work habitat with the friends he has made over the last year was really great. And then the place started clearing out after just 8 pm and we were some of the last to stay behind. That has never happened to me, lol, I am always the one ready to go first.

We got home, enjoyed the rest of our evening for a while and just about ready to start some kind of
hanky panky when the doorbell rang, and our youngest stood there with the neighbor, ready for her own bed after all. 

So, no spanking, but lots of fun and enjoying each other in the most positive of ways. Happy New Year!

Thursday, January 14, 2016

A Spanking Fantasy Part 2 (Fiction)




“Stand still, or we’ll start over,” I say, letting the icy calm of my voice tell her I mean business.  She’s shifting her weight between her feet, but stops immediately, holding still for what comes next.  I slide the paddle up and down the curve of her bottom, watching her jump and flinch.  My cock is now fully erect and I wish I could free it and let her take it in her mouth, deep-throating me until her saliva and my pre-cum are dripping from her chin.  Instead, I resume the spanking.

“How many was that?” I test her.  She’s silent, counting the swats in her mind.  

“Seven?” she asks.

“Six,” I say.  

WHACK!  

“AHHHH!” she cries.

“That was seven,” I say.  “Seven, Daddy,” I correct.

“Seven, Daddy,” she almost yells.  Without mercy, I pull back and give her three more in a measured cadence, as if a metronome was ticking them out.  The sound of the swats and her cries reverberate off the walls.

“AHH, AHHH OHHH!”  She literally dances in place, but her hands stay glued to the arm of the chair.  She knows I will restart the spanking if she stands up without my permission, so she’s doing everything she can to remain in position.  I let the paddle fall to my side.

“Good girl, we’re halfway through,” I say.  “You can stand up for a moment.”  She stands and her hands immediately go to her bottom as she coos in pain.  She rubs her buttocks, shifting from foot to foot.  “Pull down your panties,” I say sternly.  Her hands reluctantly move to her hips, and then she pulls her white panties down, bending over again until they are resting between her knees with her pants.  She stands again and her hands are back on her bum; I let her massage it for a couple of moments and then place my hand on her back, and gently bend her back over into her former position.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her.  She moves her feet apart.  Her ass is now a rosy red, with visible marks from where the paddle has landed, from her tailbone to just above her bottom hole.  I line up the paddle on her naked skin right over her flower, and let it sit there, giving her an idea of what’s coming.  “Remember, stand still or we will start again,” I remind her.

“Yes, Daddy, ahhh,” she moans.

“Why am I giving you a spanking?” I demand.  She’s’ silent for two seconds.

“Because I forgot my phone when I went out,” she says.

“Correct,” I affirm. 

The paddle slices through the air and lands just above where I threatened to swat her, perfectly aligned across her cheeks.  She yells, and then sucks in air in a mighty hiss as I pull back again, this time angling the leather blade to strike her buttocks separately, once, twice, three times, each solid WHACK accompanied by her cries.  I aim lower and the paddle falls across her sit spot, right at the top of her thighs.

“Is it ever OK to not take your phone with you?”

WHACK!  

“AHHH, AHH OH AHH! NO DADDY!”


WHACK!!

“OH PLEASE AHAA HAH!”  I stop and run my left hand over her hot, red bottom.  I put my hand on her back to help her stay in position, and finish the paddling with 4 swats over her sit spot.

“We’re done,” I say.  She straightens slowly, and I turn her around until she’s in my arms and she buries her head in my shoulder and we stand together.

TO BE CONTINUED...? :-D

Monday, January 11, 2016

A Spanking Fantasy Part 1 (Fiction)



“Go to our bedroom, and stand in the corner,” I command flatly.  She looks at me, as if I might change my mind, which only serves to harden my resolve.  “Now!”  She stands, and almost stomps off to our bedroom.  I can see her frustration in how she flips her newly cut hair away from her face, and then she’s out of sight.  I remain in the living room, sipping my coffee.  I deliberate how to administer her punishment, slowly deciding on the implements and methods I will be using on her naughty bottom.  And perhaps some other parts of her anatomy as well.  My cock stirs as it always does when I consider spanking her, but I do my best to ignore it.

I finish my coffee, savoring the tart/sweet combination between the roasted beans and copious amounts of cream and sugar competing for space in the cup.  She broke the rules, and it’s up to me to hand out a suitable punishment.  It’s not what I planned for a peaceful Sunday afternoon, but there it is.  Finally finishing my coffee,  I’m off the couch and striding after her down the hallway.  I find her standing in the corner of our bedroom, hands at her side, facing the wall.  

“Pull down your pants, and put your hands on top of your head,” I say.  She quickly pulls down her pants to reveal white panties underneath.  She pauses, not knowing if I meant for her to pull those down too.  I didn’t.  “Leave your panties on.”  Her hands fly to the top of her head and she clasps her fingers together and stands still.  I admire her body from where I stand, and let my eyes travel from her knees where her pants are puddled, and then up her thighs to her beautiful bottom which is fully covered by my favorite pair of underwear.  My cock is straining against my jeans as I turn to my implements and select my favorite leather paddle.

“Please turn around and come over here,” I tell her.  She turns, and walks over with her hands still on top of her head, waddling a little to keep from tripping over her pants.  She’s looking at the carpet.  “I love you,” I say.  I put my hand on her chin, and gently lift it until she’s looking in my eyes.  “I’m giving you this spanking because of that - your safety is more important than anything, which is what our rules are supposed to protect.”  She doesn’t say anything.  Her eyes return to the carpet when my hand leaves her chin.

“I want you to bend over and put your hands on the arm of our chair here,” I say. 

“OK,” she mumbles.

“Yes, Daddy,” I correct.

“Yes, Daddy,” she says, and she bends over and places her hands on the arm of the chair.  She’s nearly six feet tall, so she’s bent at more than a 90 degree angle, which suits me just fine.  I pick up the leather paddle, and run it along her butt.  She jumps at the contact.

“I’m going to give you twenty swats with my leather paddle now.  You are NOT to stand up for any reason, do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she says.  There’s a catch in her voice, as if she might already be crying.  My resolve falters ever-so-briefly, and then I’m back in control.  I line up the paddle on her rear, and then slowly pull back, holding it aloft until she can’t guess when it’s coming, and then let it fly.

CRACK!

“Ooh” she says.

“That’s one,” I answer.  I pull the paddle back and swing twice more in quick succession.

WHACK!  CRACK!

“Ahh, oh!” she cries.  I position the paddle to land on her right buttock and swing hard, landing three more.

WHACK... SWAT.... CRACK!


“AHHH!”  Her bottom moves downward as she tries to dodge without standing up.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Swimmers and a Spanking



Hi, DH here!  I am supposed to be having a meeting right now (on the bus), but no one showed, so I'm writing a blog post instead.  I guess the new year is starting a little slowly for my colleagues ;).  I'm so glad to be back home after our European Vacation (we watched Christmas Vacation, and I was really surprised at how funny it was - the jokes have really stood the test of time), but I miss Germany and our family there.  I also miss the Audi A4 I rented in Amsterdam and drove to Oma's house.  That was a CAR.  :-D

One of the first things I did when we got back was submitting a sperm sample for analysis.  I've had a vasectomy and a reversal now, so I didn't think anything could surprise me about my junk or how it operates, but I was wrong.  I've never had to try to come in a cup before, and it was... awkward.  Julia wasn't on hand (heh) to help, so I cued up some porn and tried to get myself in the mood.  I remember being able to come on demand when I was younger, but for some reason (older), it just wasn't working.


20 minutes later, I was ready.  I kept pressure on my cock with my left hand, and then reached for the cup, and... wow.  Why do they make those things so small?  Are you supposed to put it IN there, or just hold it under (and hope you don't shoot everywhere except in the cup)?   Maybe I should have tried a size fit before I started, but my "resting state" is considerably smaller than my erection.  I was out of time.  I jammed my head into the mouth of the cup as best I could, and unloaded, packed up the sample, drove to the clinic, and dropped it off.  A few days later, the report came back that I have 70%(!) motility!  Wow! Julia should be getting pregnant every time I look at her funny.  Or have sex with her, which has been non-stop since we returned.

Yesterday I worked from home, and at lunchtime, I took Julia's hand and led her to our bedroom.  "I want you to stand in the corner, and wait for me."  She rolled her eyes, once, which I saw, but then she obediently turned to our closet door and stood still.  I returned a few minutes later, and she climbed over my lap on our bed, and I pulled down her sweats so I could play with her white-pantied bottom.  "I'm frustrated with how (some) things are going," I said.  "I know certain dynamics in our relationship have become permanent (my confidence for one), but I want to return to more regular discipline for a while."  My hand fell on her ass over her panties, and then I was spanking her in earnest.  We had a big break from any kind of discipline while we were in Germany.  10 people were at Oma's house, day AND night, and none of us could sneeze sideways without everyone knowing.  A rousing spanking just seemed out of the question.  

I pulled down her panties, and caressed her buttocks.  "I want you to think about how you can submit to me today," I said.

"I do submit to you, all day," she said.  She was right, too.  I'm not sure what I was asking, either, just some vague wish for...?  Her to follow me around all day like a servant?  The truth is that she has been very supportive and submissive, in every way I can think of.  Maybe I was asking myself to be more dominant.

Her bottom turned red as I continued spanking her, increasing the tempo and the strength I used to swat her over and over again.  I focused on her sit spot, causing her legs to jump apart and then together again, and then finally it was over.  

This morning, I gave her another quick spanking at our bedside before I left for work.  I know her butt is sore, but my head is clear and I'm focused on today's work.  I hope this year is the best ever for all of you!  Here's to a great 2016.