Ruin his orgasm

Now unless you're an innocent like me, I'm sure you know all about ruined orgasms. 

No? Ok well I knew a bit about them.

You see, if you learn how to do this dreadful sounding thing and do it well, you can have your man erect and eager to please almost constantly. Yep an all nighter, in fact he'll probably wear you out before you can tire (deflate) him.

I did know about it, but not as much or as clearly explained as I do now after reading this article that was passed onto me, it's fully illustrated by the way:) I read about it briefly some time ago and I tried it on my husband (I posted about it), who thought I'd gone mad and was evil and threatened to spank me if I ever did it again. But I'm going to. Not the tying up, I don't think that would wash, but the rest of it yes.

Because I'm not stupid, if I can make him ejaculate but without getting satisfaction from it and then stay hard as hell and be a bit mad with me and spank me for doing it, I'm on a winner. And then because he's hard as hell and wanting release he'll fall for me doing the same again, yes apparently you can ruin him several times and he'll still be wanting it and if he spanks me each time for not giving him the satisfaction he craves, well it seems to me like it's a definite win win formula. For me anyway:)

I'm not going into all the ins and outs of how you do it, just click the link and find out. And let me know how you get on, I'd love to hear!

Have a good week.

Ronnie

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Sent to bed with a sore bottom

Does anybody else ever think they'd like to be spanked right before bed time and then sent to bed or am I the only one with such aspirations? I don't think I could be the only one, the thought seems too delicious to be wasted on just me. Well Saturday night I got exactly that. It wasn't stage managed, no manipulation, just plain and simple. And it was shocking and absolutely lovely and I even woke up Sunday morning with it on my mind, the only disappointment being P's side of the bed was empty as he'd gone to the paper shop and I would dearly have loved to snuggle under the duvet and suck him off.

We'd had guests for dinner and I'd been smart-mouthing apparently (I'd call it entertainingly witty). Prior them arriving and P spending time in the kitchen, we'd enjoyed a little impromptu amorous hanky panky after doing a bit of work in the garden which had involved bending and stretching with me in an old pair of shorts which, my husband had pointed out, were looking a bit tight. He said I should wear them more often, I said I would but only for him, not to go out in as they were old fashioned. Needless to say I bent and stretched twice as much after he'd mentioned them and we both felt like it when we went inside. There was no fucking but we both came, P via one of those ruined orgasm thingies which I learned about months ago and me via his tongue. I'm not very good at gauging ruined orgasms but occasionally, when the circumstances are right, I cause one to happen. P had told me when I first learned about them and did one on him that it was alright occasionally as long as it was part of a package and he got the real thing later:)

Anyway I don't want to bore you with our sexual peccadilloes, the bottom line was that I was sated and he was not, his cock was still bulging outrageously after he'd emptied and remained that way while he was working in the kitchen. Whenever I went in he said something suggestive or touched me, all very good-naturedly, and I parried him off with tut-tuts, naughty boy etc. Then he told me I wasn't much fun after I'd orgasmed, I became Miss Boring instead of Miss Horny, he said. I told him it was his fault he shouldn't have spilled his little load too soon, like an impatient teenager, and he shouldn't be so efficient with his tongue. All this was friendly banter and I promised him I wouldn't be boring for the rest of the day and I made a point of being lively.

After our friends had gone we sat down for a final glass of wine, it was late, I was still being 'witty' and made a couple of comments about the lovely food we'd had and how well he cooked with a hard-on and he should do it more often, I was just teasing, making it known that I hadn't forgotten he'd been left wanting, as it were. Then I smiled, got up and said it was bedtime for me and I hoped I hadn't been a boring girl and bent down to kiss him on the forehead. That was when he took me by the arm and marched me upstairs and spanked me on our bed. Short but hard, with my skirt up and my knickers down. Then told me to go to bed and not to be so smart mouthed in future. He didn't give me chance to say anything, just ordered me and went back downstairs.

He's never done that before, we're usually both too tired to play late at night except when we're on holiday. I must admit it thrilled me and I did my bits and bobs and got into bed feeling yummy and intending to stay awake till he came up to bed so that I could cuddle up and rub by throbbing bottom against him and whimper that I was sorry. But I fell asleep and next thing I knew was waking up in the morning with a strong urge to finish what I'd started the day before. I could get a liking for bedtime spankings, but only if they 'happen', not by arrangement.

Please join me and take a moment to send loving thoughts to all the people effected by the tragedy in Orlando. My heart goes out to them.

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx       

What's good for the goose

Is good for the gander, so they say. Well perhaps it applies to some circumstances, possibly even most being as the saying has been around a long time and there's no smoke without fire (should I be qualifying one idiom by using another), but definitely not all. You see quite a while ago I came across knowledge about something called a 'ruined orgasm' which, when applied skilfully to males, can extend their attention period in a certain way even though it might temporarily, ahem, frustrate them. I did an exploratory test on P but he was aghast and thought I'd gone mad.

Anyway he must have retained something from the experience and, inquisitive fellow that he is, found out more about them and their purpose and, whether through his own thinking or by stuff he read online, decided it would be interesting to test the procedure on me. What it meant in practice was that he worked me into a condition very close to orgasm but then, right at the tipping point when that lovely wave starts gushing through me, he pulled the plug. Withdrew orgasm support. The bastard. He hadn't penetrated me, he'd been spanking me (not punishment) and he'd touched places which get me off but refused to actually masturbate me even though I wanted it and begged him to. I tried to get my hand between my legs but he pinned it back, I couldn't use the other one because it was supporting me. I pleaded, I promised him the best blowjob ever if he would please just do it. But he didn't.

Instead, he resumed spanking me. He told me the only way I'd get off would be from the spanking I was getting. He wouldn't let me rub where I needed to and he wouldn't do it for me, only my bottom would get attention and I better make the most of it because it was all I'd be getting. And he'd still make me give him a blowjob after. And the funny thing was, the more he told me what I wouldn't be getting the more I wanted it and I wriggled and bucked on his knee not from the sting of the spanking but because I was so desperate to get a feel of his thigh or knee to grind against. P knew what I was doing and as my urgency built up he gripped me tighter and made sure I couldn't get the contact I wanted, I was grinding air. At the same time he told me what a spectacle I was making of myself and he was going to spank my bottom harder if I didn't stop wriggling and struggling. And I said 'Well do it then, DO IT, do it fucking hard because I'm not going to stop' and then I started moaning and then I felt it start washing over me and I cried out and P increased the spanking, I don't know where he found it but the force was enormous and I wanted to scream and come and get spanked even harder all at the same time. And I couldn't, I bloody well couldn't. I got so close, I got lovely little ripples, I was soaking wet but I didn't get what I wanted. Then he made me do you know what to him which made me start building hope all over again only to have it dashed when he told me to pull my knickers and jeans up, that was it.

Well for the rest of the day I was needy indeed and P made it worse by touching me, brushing against me, patting my bum etc but no sign of finishing me off. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof and it was awful and lovely and I started to see how it must be for males who get the same treatment, I mean as near as you can get to the same. It could run on and on, in fact I've read that it does with some couples.

Not for me though, well I sodding well hope not, I think I'd have to take up furtive masturbating in the shower, or anywhere else for that matter. And if I got caught and spanked for it well........that would be a bonus:) 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
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Ruined Orgasm got me into trouble

I was flopped like a rag doll across my husband's lap the other day after a particularly lengthy and vigorous spanking. I was, you might say, spanked out. Actually drained of 'spankness', my backside throbbing to almost numbness but the warmth inside making me want to sleep, really, I could have had it not been for my husband's impatience. I didn't even have the sex imperative driving me, I was at peace and drifting until my husband told me to get on my knees.

I noted the bulge in his trousers as I slid down, he had dealt with me expertly and clearly believed his expertise deserved some reward, something I'm rarely in disagreement with and even though I wasn't fussy about sex, I whimpered at the prospect of having it in my mouth as I unzipped him. It must have wakened a devilish streak in me and as I pulled his underwear down and tugged at his trousers to give me some wriggle room, and saw how much reward he needed, I decided to be really naughty. I hovered closely over it, let saliva drip from my mouth onto him and trickle down the shaft, lightly flicked my tongue against his glans and licked tears of shiny precum, my hand clutched his balls which I felt tighten, ooh this was lovely and so fast, then I felt his hips raise and his muscles stretch and his hand moved to my head and I had to push back against it as I withdrew and became a spectator with just my one hand steadily holding his balls while his cock tried desperately to find anything other than air as it spurted its gooey load, landing on his trousers and falling back over itself as the spasms diminished. All the while him saying my name and gripping me as a drowning man must, desperate for my intervention which didn't happen.

He lay back, his cock was still hard and twitching. I was smiling. "Why the fuck....why the fuck.." were his words, he's normally more articulate than that.

I just leaned forward and licked a milky dollop from his belly and told him he better get a damp cloth for his trousers. I think it was my cheek that snapped him out of his stupor, he shot forward, told me what a wicked girl I was, I could tell he had anger, frustration, humour and bewilderment milling inside is head, he decided the best thing to do was spank me. Again. And he did, he pulled me across his lap, retrieved his paddle from the floor and walloped me good and hard, christ it hurt after what he'd already given me but did it feel good!

After a few minutes, which was all it took to have me yelping my head off, he lifted me off his lap, stood up with me and bent me across the little desk we keep in our home office. He lifted my shirt tail out of the way and his cock, which was still bloody enormous and wet with its own ejaculant, was immediately pressing hard between my cheeks, it was so slippery I thought it was going into my bum hole and so I pushed back for him, but he found me lower down and rammed me forcefully, it made me cry out and he made satisfyingly deep groans as he did it again and again, his hips slapping against my scorching bottom each time. He came with a roar and my own orgasm made a frightening squeal and made me shudder like a dog does when it comes out of water. I stayed there panting, I wanted another but didn't get it, I could feel his cock retreating and when it plopped out of me he smacked my bottom playfully and said "Let that be a lesson to you". 

Oh it was a lesson alright, P, but I'm not sure whether it's taught me not to do it again or to repeat it:)

Have a good week.

Ronnie

xx

Be Evil

I posted recently about a spanking I got for doing something evil to my husband, he's the one who dubbed it evil, not me. I thought it was fun. And it got me spanked. Pretty hard too.

So you want to know what this evil act is, so you can do it and get your comeuppance avoid it like the plague, right? Well I'll tell you, but first let me tell you it's something I've done before but without knowing it was a known tool in some girls' repertoires, I've done it instinctively just to tease a bit, not with any wicked objectivity. What I've done on occasions is to be at the advanced stage of a blowjob but then, at just the point when I know P is about to gift me with his sticky load, hold back, no lips no tongue no touching, just hovering nearby, tantalising him as he's thrust his hips or grapped my hair to make the connection he's needed. Sometimes I've given in and taken it and other times I've caused him to spurt with my hand instead, and then said sorry couldn't get there in time (a little porky). Not evil at all, just playing. But close to evil, although I didn't know it then.

So what's the evil, I'll tell you........it's apparently called a 'ruined orgasm' and I only read about it recently (sheltered life that I lead) when I followed a link from another blog. The bottom line is that when done expertly, it causes the man to ejaculate but doesn't actually give him an orgasm, or not a fulfilling one, leaving him still hard and horny even though he's empty. He still wants it and the feeling lasts so you get plenty of attention instead of the usual post orgasm disinterest. Now I've already figured out this can't work with full penetrative sex but it certainly can with hand and mouth, I can vouch for it. Briefly what you do is work your man up, normal foreplay stuff which is fun for both anyway, but then when he's really really close to ejaculating, in fact at the point of no return, you lay off, and that means completely, no touching his cock at all and make sure he can't rub against you or get into you. His cock will spasm and spurt gushes of his delicious stuff into the air. You will witness desperation, pleas, Oh gods, Fuck! Fuck! Fucks!, lewd thrusting of the pelvis and so on. Well I did.

I was smiling innocently when my husband said "What the fuck did you do that for?" "It's just a little technique I've learned, did you like it?" I asked but the only answer I got was "Oh Christ" and my husband stood up, bent me over the bed and entered me with delightful force, his cock was rock hard and soaking wet from the dribbles and as he thrust away I came. He did not but I got the distinct impression he wanted to. I told him no point keep doing that, unless he wanted to make me come again, I'd drained him and that was what I'd intended to do and he better be nice and maybe later, if he's lucky. For several hours after that P was putty in my hands, wanting to touch, talk and follow me around, it was very pleasant and eventually he did get what he wanted. But I've read some women use this tactic repeatedly to keep their men in a similar state for several days. I don't think P would stand for that.

It was only after he'd got what he needed that he told me he was going to spank me for doing what I'd done and that it had been evil. But I got the impression it had thrown him out of his comfort zone and that really deep down he'd found it 'interesting', that's the way he would probably put it. Anyway I definitely found it interesting and I shall do it again when I think the time is right.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie

xx