Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Off to warmer climes

I finally nagged persuaded P that he needed some sun so depending on what time you read this post I'll be up in the air or...

maybe taking a walk on the beach with P

...or better still - getting tanned.

Have scheduled posts. Wont be reading or replying to comments until I return but I'll try to share a few holiday snaps if I can get a connection. 

See you when I get back. Behave while I'm away.


Monday, 5 October 2015

In with the New - Autumn Edition

Can't believe we are in October already.
A mixed selection of blogs for your enjoyment. Make sure you p
op over and say hello.

Your Submissive Amethyst
My Life in a 24/7 M/S Relationship.

Domestic Submission
I found that I like being submissive- and Mark likes to be dominant. How we got there and how our daily lives are will be the topic of my blog.

Girls Spanked and Punished
As the title says - pictures of girls spanked and punished.

Ruby Harper
Writer of Erotic Fiction.

Cute and Spoiled
Rayray a 22 year old bi female. My kinks include spanking, age play, and pet play. I am happily engaged to a loving daddy.

This is my Kinky Life
Her kinky life. Baby girl and her Daddy.

Rosy Red Cheeks
Erotic illustrations related to spanking and kink.

Daddy and his Love
Daddy and I are new to the bdsm community new to d/s
Ivory Tower
Erotic novel author Elizabeth Forster's views on life, love, sex, sensuality and the pleasures of being spanked. 

Rules and Consequences
Real Life Spanking Daddy.


Spankings and other kinky things.

Don't forget -  if you have or spot a new spanking orientated blog let me know. Email or leave a comment with the/your link. Thanks.

Have a good week.


Picture from spankingblogs.

Friday, 2 October 2015

I don't want to 'cum'

And I didn't, well not properly, not the big wave that rushes through me and leaves me sated and limp. I got ripples, very pleasant ripples, but not the big one. And that left me horny for the rest of the day which, my husband says, makes me more interesting. Oh really, P, well you try getting in my skin and see how 'interesting' it feels when you're told you're not going to be allowed ('allowed', for gods sake) to bloody well cum, especially after your cock's been thumping into me and exploded all over my arse.

This was on Saturday afternoon, late, and I'd just been caned, or should I say spanked or looped, I'm not sure because it had been with the 'loopy johnny' (not for beginners) but there isn't really a verb specific to the beastly implement. It doesn't see the light of day often, it was bought years ago and used on me somewhere in Spain for the first time and caused me to safeword, I think the only occasion I can ever remember doing that, it was so bad and unexpected. Since then it's been used just a few times, but with much less fervour, by my husband and I've acclimatised to it a bit. Anyway so as not to bore you, I'd been a bit cheeky with P (his take, I'd say flirty) about the 'banquet' he was apparently going to prepare for the evening as we had guests coming and he took me upstairs to teach me not to be so cheeky.

He put me over his knee, wrestled my jeans down to my thighs and applied the loopy johnny to my knickered bottom. It wasn't hard at first which gave me confidence to come up with some more cheek, the sting from the loopy increased then subsided and my husband's firm hand kneaded my buttocks as he told me what happened to cheeky girls, my husband's voice alone can sometimes start me off, it's deep but soft and convincing, I started rubbing, or humping as he calls it, against his thigh. The loopy started again, harder now but I was 'humping' so it excited me and made me do it harder, my husband can play me like a musical instrument at times, he gauged pain with pleasure just right, with words of admonishment thrown in for good measure, I asked him to put his left hand down under my tummy inside my knickers, he wouldn't, I said please I was close, he still wouldn't and said I was rude to ask and I thought what a bastard, and then he said rude girls got their knickers taken down and thrashed harder and I felt his thumbs in the waistband and the wash of cool air over my bottom as he pulled the back of my pants down just below my cheeks and I started wriggling like a rattlesnake it just tipped me over the edge and as he whacked my thrusting bottom with the loopy I 'rippled', what do you really call it, a pre-orgasm, a mini-orgasm, I don't know but it was nice and I wanted more and stayed in position waiting expectantly.

My husband put his hand inside my knickers and felt me and told me I was wet. I said I didn't want to cum, I often say that when I really do, I wanted him to spank me more first though, greedy girl that I am. He told me to get up off his lap, shit I thought it was over, then he bent me over the little desk we have in our spare room office and told me I wasn't going to be allowed to cum, then he pulled my knickers a little further down and shoved his cock into me, he told me he was just going to 'master' me (what the hell does that mean), use me as his cock's plaything, oh christ I was writhing on the desk in an instant, I just kept whimpering please please but each time I pushed back onto his cock he moved back too so I didn't get what I wanted and I can tell you I wanted it so bad. Then I felt the lovely head of his cock pull out, no no don't do that and I pushed my bum back searching for it and then I felt him spraying his load over my hot cheeks and into my crack and I kept saying oh fuck, oh fuck but managed to keep still so that none of his spunk missed me. When he'd emptied he tugged at my knickers to wipe his cock and then pulled them up over my spunk covered bottom and told me he'd finished with me and I could pull my jeans up and come downstairs and he'd find me a few jobs to do in the kitchen.

Oh dear, how wicked did I feel working alongside him in the kitchen, my spanked and spunked bottom still stinging and sticky from him, being given menial tasks to perform which I was sure he could have done far quicker than me but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. I brushed against him whenever possible and chatted away happily not mentioning at all what he'd just done to me but wishing deep down he'd do it again or just plain take me over the counter when he'd got as much done as he needed to.

Well he didn't fuck me, instead we each had a mug of tea when he'd got himself organised and sat together on the sofa looking through some stuff on my laptop. Near 6pm I said I was going to get a shower before our guests arrived, my bum was sticking to my knickers which had gone hard in parts, I thought he might join me but he made no move. Then as I went out the door he told me to stomp the floor when I was done, I thought it was so he could grab a shower himself but I was wrong. Instead, after my stomp, he came up into the bedroom where I was sitting on the bed in my robe, sat next to me and pulled me across his lap and gave me a burning hot hand spanking on my bare bottom, I asked him almost breathlessly what that was for and he just said it was to keep me horny. Then he kissed me on the cheek and went back downstairs.

I stayed horny for the rest of the evening, I wondered if our guests noticed, does one exude horn? I don't know but I kind of enjoyed being not allowed to cum and even after they'd gone and the evening was over and P came into the kitchen to help me finish tidying, I still wanted it. I had to wait till the following day to get it and when I did there was no question of ripples, it was one great big wave. So I kind of liked not-cumming, perhaps P's right and it does keep you on a sort of high, but I still prefer actual cumming. I think:)

Have a fun weekend.


Let me know if the picture is yours.

Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Smile of the Day - The Mistress

A husband and wife were having dinner at a very expensive restaurant when an absolutely stunning young woman in a very tight revealing dress comes over to their table, gives her husband a big kiss, then says she'll see him later and walks away.

The wife glares at her husband and says, "And Who the hell was that?"

"Oh," replies the husband, "she's my mistress."

"Well, that's the last straw," says the wife. "I've had enough, I want a divorce!"

"I can understand that," replies her husband, "but remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Mercedes and Jaguar in the garage and no more yacht club, the maid and the credit cards will go and some of your jewellery will have to sold. But the decision is yours."

Just then, a mutual friend enters the restaurant with a gorgeous lady on his arm.

"Who's that woman with Jim?" asks the wife.

"That's his mistress," says her husband.

The wife thinks a while -

"Ours is much prettier," she replies.


Monday, 28 September 2015

The Master's House

It caught my attention, on the weekend, whilst in a nearby town. I'd never seen it before even though I've visited this town many times. Anyway there it was, the nameplate you see below, 

and, me being me, I had images of discipline in my mind as opposed to images of learning, which shows how corrupt my mind must be.

Anyway, I decided it was worth googling later to find out a bit more about its history. Turned out the famous, Samuel Johnson, attended there and was indeed whipped many times and expressed his approval of it. I also found an old drawing of part of the interior of the school showing the whipping stool, it isn't dated but I should think must be C18. Amazing what you can find with a bit of help from google, the recipients were mainly male but I also dug up accounts of girls and women, both in educational institutions of the day and in society circles, being chastised corporally. I  spent over an hour poring over the wonderful ghastly accounts.

Out this morning - then this evening an early dinner and onto the ballet to see Swan Lake.

Have a good week,


Friday, 25 September 2015

Have I or haven't I?

Our friend Ami asked these fun questions and I couldn't resist answering them....

1  Stood on top of a very high mountain or cliff, looking down at countryside, or out to sea?  

Yes both and I always have to shout out loud.

2  Lay on your back on a hot summer's night, listening to the crickets chirping, and watching the satellites as they chase each other across the heavens? 

Yes but going back a long time.

3  Skinny-dipped at midnight?  

Yes when we have been on holiday in warmer climes.

4  Intentionally or inadvertently swum with sharks? 

No thankfully.

5  Broken a bone in your body? 

No though surprised with all the things I used to get up to that I never broke a bone. Had a hair line fracture from jogging a couple of years ago.

6  Driven a car at speeds in excess of 120 mph? 

No. Wouldn't dream of doing that speed. 

7  Played "Pooh Sticks"? 

Oh gosh yes. 

8  Run in a "Pancake" race? 

No not a pancake race but have done a couple of egg and spoon relay races for charity.

9  Had your eyelashes dyed? 

No not for me.

10  Ridden a horse naked? 

No. Bet it would be uncomfortable. I could imagine you doing that Ami.

11  Punted down the River Cam? (or any other river) 

No. I wouldn't feel safe in a punt. I didn't go on a gondola when we were in Venice either.

12  Played tennis in a short white tennis skirt whilst wearing minimal knickers?

Haven't played a proper game of tennis since school and then we had to wear full white knickers. So No.

13  Helped an inebriated husband up the stairs at 2 in the morning? 

No. I've left him and his friend asleep on the sofas after a stag do. Couldn't help both of them upstairs.

14  Been too scared to get out of a swimming pool whilst on holiday, due to a very large Doberman sitting on the edge watching you?  


15  Sat in a deckchair snoozing happily whilst the sound of leather on willow echoes distantly in your ears? 

Yes but not for a few years.  

16  Taken a ride on the Maid of the Mist under the Niagara Falls?

No. Sounds wonderful and think I need to put it on my bucket list.

17  Climbed up something - rock face, climbing wall, rope in a sports hall, long ladder, tree - and been too scared witless to climb back down? 

Yes and no problem coming down. Don't mind heights at all. 

18  Been too liberal with the "Eau de Cologne" which then ran down where it shouldn't, which in turn caused you to hop madly around and rip your knickers off and throw them as far from you as you could? 

LOL. No.

19  Made snow angels?

Yes with my son and in my younger days with the girls after a night out. Well they told me I did.

20  Lost a shoe in a ploughed field on a moonlight walk home after a party?  

Lost a couple of shoes on the way home from parties but never in a ploughed field.

21  Shrieked loudly, due to being spanked hard, and frightened away a visitor/s who turned and ran back down your drive - and now you never will know who was about to knock on your door. And you are desperately hoping they will never ask...  

After many years of this I'm sure I have.

Thanks Ami.

Have a fun weekend.