Life and Bruises

Man, life is sure happening.  This time of year is when we settle into new routines and enjoy earlier bedtimes.  There is  a definite chill in the air where I live, leaves are turning gorgeous colors, gardens are being harvested one last time.  Best of all, my husband has changed his schedule at work so that he's available more often....sometimes even when the kids are in school!  It's been great to hang out with him more, and he's definitely taken the opportunity to tease, torment, and satisfy me more often :) 

I don't know if this is normal or not, but usually beyond getting red, my bottom no longer marks, so we haven't seen bruises on me in quite a while.  But a few days ago, Ash decided to switch things up and made me spread my legs as I bent over the back of our big chair, so he could reach the inside of my cheeks, and thoroughly worked me over with the horrible holey plastic spoon.  He kept stopping to have me service him though, so I got mini breaks and didn't realize just how bad it had gotten back there.  I was sore for sure, even had to play on the tablet on my tummy, which I don't usually need to do.  But it didn't occur to me to look at the damage until the following day when I was exiting the shower(and then only cause it was still so tender!).  I was really surprised to find several tiny bruises on one side and a lemon-sized purple splotch on the other. Unfortunately, I think that area will soon be a bruise-free zone too like the rest of my bottom. It kind of sucks not having marks show up anymore, because when all that's left is a slight redness after a few hours, he might think he didn't do a good enough job!

I keep thinking of things I would like to post about, but only having internet access two days a week is cramping my style in that department, plus I'm super busy.  Managing the day to day kid stuff, serving my husband full time, and cooking all our food from scratch is about all I am up to right now anyway, so unfortunately all I have right now is mundane updates. I am still  slowly working on my novel, only about an hour a day, so I probably won't be finished for a year at this rate.  But the next time I post I should be in a place where I can include an interesting, if not spicy, excerpt.

Until then, I leave you with this loving image  :)

Shopping and When Good Spankings go Bad

My husband took me grocery shopping today early in the morning without giving me coffee(he's not evil, we just didn't have time).  If you have read any of my previous posts, you probably know exactly how much I love mornings....which is not at all.  However, I was very appreciative that he was coming because I sometimes have trouble driving, lifting heavy groceries, keeping focused and not wandering around the store looking at anything that catches my eye......so, I was doing my best to be good and please him. I wore an outfit I know he likes and I had my list and my coupons ready for each store we went to.  I thought I was doing well as we began to navigate the first market, but I accidentally got a bit snippy when I told him which way we needed to go. He immediately stopped and made me look at him and sternly warned me about my attitude.

I knew he was right but it was kind of hard to be sorry when he didn't want to listen to my directions in the first place, which is what caused the frustration and snippy tone of voice on my part. But after a few moments of seeing that "look" in his eyes-the "you are cruisin' for a bruisin'" look-and hearing his chastising words, I came to my senses and apologized.  I was almost an angel for the rest of the trip (which lasted 2 long hours) and he was so incredibly patient with me. We came home and I put everything away, made him lunch and cuddled with him on the couch :)  I can't believe what a lucky girl I am sometimes!
I haven't really been in much trouble lately, just little things here and there which he quickly takes care of.  I have really been too busy lately to get into much mischief, but he has also been watching me pretty closely and stopping even the hint of defiance or attitude....and giving lots of praise that makes my heart{and other places!} melt.  So the only "real"{aka more than a minute/tears involved}spanking I've gotten this week was for r/a and pain management on Tuesday.  For the warm-up he brought out the first implement we ever bought, a black plastic paddle. It's thin but fairly dense-no idea what it's made of-and big enough to cover both cheeks. I had really forgotten how much it stings!  In order for a spanking to impact the pain in the rest of my body, it has to be pretty painful so he decided to use the horrible cable flogger I made him for the main event.
He had me lay over a pillow on the bed and sat next to me, and then the horror began. I was trying to claw away from him by the third stroke, but he had a hold on the back of my shirt and used it to keep me where he wanted. It was over relatively quickly, maybe 2 minutes, but I was sweaty and sobbing afterward. The pain was just so intense, and hard to wrap my head around. It took some time for me to calm down, but when I did he noticed that there were loop shaped welts all along the outer part of my left butt cheek toward my hip. It would have been no big deal, but there had been no warm up given to that part of my flesh. Thus the intense and overwhelming pain! He felt really bad, but the welts didn't start to raise until he was done, so he couldn't have known.  Guess what his response was after cuddles and kisses? "I guess I will just have to make sure I warm you up very thoroughly next time and practice my aim more often!" Yep, that's my husband.

Last Night's Flogging.....Homemade!

About a month ago I decided to make a new weapon for my husband's arsenal.  We had been struggling to find a quiet way for him to spank me when I decided to make him a flogger out of paracord.  I had read that they were quiet and moderately stingy so I went to Home Depot and bought the rope, then set to making it as soon as I got home.  I didn't follow anyone's directions, just kind of winged it (I do that a lot, with everything!) but it turned out just like the one pictured here except for the loop on the handle.  It has turned out to be his favorite implement lately! When used moderately it produces a pleasant warming tingle.  But..... Ash is not always a moderate man, that thing bites when he swings it hard.  Last night I needed a spanking to help me cope with the pain of a chronic condition(questions? read Here) and I had already been spanked with the big wooden spatula earlier in the day for my attitude.  I wasn't sore, but I asked him if he could start off easy and work up to full swing since I wasn't in trouble.  He kind of chuckled at me.  I had thought that the 20 or so hard swats I got earlier in the kitchen were sufficient restitution for my earlier attitude, but apparently he didn't because he did about 5 strokes medium and then immediately went to full-force swings.  The tears flowed then. I started out in the position he calls "head down ass up" on the bed, but after about a minute I gradually lay flat as it was far too painful to hold position.  After about 5 minutes just as I was relaxing into the pain, he stopped. Normally I can't wait for him to be finished, but I had just "progressed to the next level"(I don't know what else to call it--when the strokes are just as hard but a bit easier to take after a few minutes?) and wanted him to keep going.  But, it was late and past my bedtime.  I went to bed with a smile and a rosy bottom. The flogger has no thud whatsoever, just sting, and it doesn't last for more than half an hour, so I'm sitting pretty today.  I was promised a repeat tonight :)

Come on honey, you know you want to turn it pink!

Implements: do you have any that you either prefer or can't stand?  What's the strangest thing you've been spanked with? Either point of view(ladies or gents) welcome.  My husband is a creative guy when it comes to whacking my butt. I've been spanked with a hanger, an un-braided leather belt, a small fry pan, a metal spoon, a yardstick, a dowel rod, and a long extension piece of my vacuum!

My personal favorite right now is the black leather belt that my husband fashioned into a spanking strap just for me :x It has just the right combination of bite and thud, and pretty easy to deal with for a couple of minutes. 

 I also hate like the new large wooden spatula that I brought home as a present for him recently (if he uses it moderately--not when he goes hard and fast!).  It's about palm-sized and heavy for a kitchen item.  If I had know just how stingy this thing is I may not have purchased it :)  

My least favorite is the big scary wood paddle. It's about an inch thick, yikes! It is mainly used for the "short sharp shock" type of spanking, or to make a point at the end of one. And boy does it! I avoid this thing like the plague.  It's strange, but it makes my cheeks feel numb and bee-stung at the same time

We also have a black plastic paddle.  It was our very first implement.  My husband took me to a store one town over that sold exclusively lingerie and sex toys/accessories.  After he helped me pick out the paddle, he made me be the one to bring it up and hand it to the young male clerk so he could pay for it! I think that may have been the most embarrassing thing I ever had to do :"> I blush easily and I'm sure I was lobster colored until we got home.

That about sums up our "collection".  He used to use a hairbrush too but recently broke that one one me. Lately Ash has told me that he wants a bigger paddle with holes for when I am particularly snapish or attitudey (his words, not mine!) I would really prefer that we don't get one.  However, I have a feeling that it, or something else sinister is going to find its way to me soon because today he had me sit on his lap and asked if I was naughty or nice.  I couldn't help but tell him how 'naughty' I've been, and he said "What should a naughty girl get in her Christmas stocking?"  I answered with, "A lump of coal!"  He just shook his head and grinned (quite evilly if you ask me!). I was kidding of course but I got the distinct impression that he wasn't.