Recently Daddy imposed a new workout schedule. It appears he got tired of hearing all the bitching and moaning about the extra 8 pounds that appeared overtime after all the medical issues were resolved.
He likes the 8 pounds because he likes curves and to be honest fitting into size 6 or 8 jeans at our age is something to be happy about. The things is the jeans feel different, a little too tight, a little too uncomfortable and Daddy does not like that it causes sadness.
Anyway, with our work and the kids schedules it means the workout usually runs from 9-10 if we are lucky. Last night everything just fell into place and the task was completed by 10. Alone time at 10 is early for us so YAY but Daddy was fast asleep when one came upstairs with all that post work-out energy.
It is very rare that we ever go to bed without any type of ritual or pain play. Very rare. Quietly the house was shut down, the dog was walked and a blanket was retrieved. The spot at the foot of the bed Daddy was sprawled out on was claimed and sleep eventually came.
This morning Daddy asked why he was not awakened. He accepted the explanation that he needed his rest and that everything was properly done just as if he had been awake.
Kiss Daddy? one asked as we were dressing in the bedroom.
Daddy smiled as he held his belt, guided ones back to the bed and landed one harsh belt swing across both cheeks that stung maddeningly crazy and then went about his business.
It has been so long since the kiss of the belt has been felt and hours later it is still there.....as well as the longing for more.
Thank you Sir, may slave please have another?
Friday, October 10, 2014
Monday, October 6, 2014
Insecurities
It was a really busy day. Children’s sports from 1 to 4 and then another from 5:30 to 8. They were both over 40 minutes away from our home and each other so no time to go home in between. Both activities were outside and man was it cold.
When we got home Daddy sat down to watch part of a recorded football game. His shoes were removed and he was brought a beverage and it seemed he was relaxing. Soon enough though he got up and started tending to the kids who were up way too late for a school night. This is something that always causes great stress because really its fine, it’s under control; go sit down is what one is thinking. It doesn’t help that he is now in the way so one slave can’t do it and he is doing it with an ever increasing attitude as he goes along. Of course this is not handled well and the tongue biting is getting harder and harder and snappiness is coming through. Not very slave-like at all.
Finally the kids are in bed and we are sitting in the same room but quiet. Then the dialog
“You don’t have to ask me to go to the bathroom anymore”
It feels like a blow to the stomach – “why”
“It’s cumbersome, I never say no and you only ask 70% of the time anyway” Do you come out and ask me when I am mowing the lawn”
Silence....thinking about it. Pretty sure, yes but not a 100% sure. Better say no so its not a lie. “No”
“You haven’t done anything wrong, I am not upset”
WTF, this should be a good thing but the tears…..they are going to fall any second. “OK, may I go the bedroom and watch TV”
Yes
And that’s it…..walked away confused and a little hurt. Climbed in bed, sweatpants and all and watched TV.
Daddy came in a while later and turned the overhead light on (which was annoying) and left it on once he left the room and walked the dog. When he was done he turned off the light and crawled into bed. We snuggled which felt good since it had been so cold out and really the chill were still running rampant from being out so long. As the shivering stopped, clothes were removed and we got settled.
Eventually Daddy started scratching his slaves back, not in a nice way. Digging as hard as he could repeatedly, it felt like all the skin was being ripped off, there were cries and squirming, this is a truly hated kind of play.
“If you don’t be quiet, I am going to get my knife out”
Silence, and now the space in between the thighs is so slick they are slipping off each other.
Eventually Daddy stops, just long enough to get out the loop and start up again on ones back. The squirming continues and he is getting good shots at thigh, hips and anything else that is not where it should be. He is still holding slave tenderly while the loop is raining down and it calms her a bit but it hurts and its exciting and she is humping and turns to look at him to plead with her eyes. Daddy takes this as an opportunity to start face slapping, repeatedly until the sobbing is uncontrollable. Sex now please, but Daddy as other plans which are just as lovely. The drool is everywhere and really it would be just awful to throw up on Daddy but it could happen any minute, it really might. Finally air, Daddy keeps playing, moving slave how he wants, holding up her weight. Listening to her cry while she cums.
There is a vague memory of cleaning him off and a few slaps on the ass while he helped her back in bed. An even clearer memory of kisses, while he rubbed her cheek and played with her hair. Inquiries about him getting water or an extra blanket which were turned down with a pleading not to leave her for even a second and then sleep.
It was rough in a way you can’t relay in writing. It was amazing, there is a soreness in the face from those repeated slaps that is throbbing in that sweet way. Daddy hugged and kissed all morning and everything was as it should be.
But the bathroom thing, it’s just hanging there in the air. It’s just upsetting and really probably nothing…. but still.
When we got home Daddy sat down to watch part of a recorded football game. His shoes were removed and he was brought a beverage and it seemed he was relaxing. Soon enough though he got up and started tending to the kids who were up way too late for a school night. This is something that always causes great stress because really its fine, it’s under control; go sit down is what one is thinking. It doesn’t help that he is now in the way so one slave can’t do it and he is doing it with an ever increasing attitude as he goes along. Of course this is not handled well and the tongue biting is getting harder and harder and snappiness is coming through. Not very slave-like at all.
Finally the kids are in bed and we are sitting in the same room but quiet. Then the dialog
“You don’t have to ask me to go to the bathroom anymore”
It feels like a blow to the stomach – “why”
“It’s cumbersome, I never say no and you only ask 70% of the time anyway” Do you come out and ask me when I am mowing the lawn”
Silence....thinking about it. Pretty sure, yes but not a 100% sure. Better say no so its not a lie. “No”
“You haven’t done anything wrong, I am not upset”
WTF, this should be a good thing but the tears…..they are going to fall any second. “OK, may I go the bedroom and watch TV”
Yes
And that’s it…..walked away confused and a little hurt. Climbed in bed, sweatpants and all and watched TV.
Daddy came in a while later and turned the overhead light on (which was annoying) and left it on once he left the room and walked the dog. When he was done he turned off the light and crawled into bed. We snuggled which felt good since it had been so cold out and really the chill were still running rampant from being out so long. As the shivering stopped, clothes were removed and we got settled.
Eventually Daddy started scratching his slaves back, not in a nice way. Digging as hard as he could repeatedly, it felt like all the skin was being ripped off, there were cries and squirming, this is a truly hated kind of play.
“If you don’t be quiet, I am going to get my knife out”
Silence, and now the space in between the thighs is so slick they are slipping off each other.
Eventually Daddy stops, just long enough to get out the loop and start up again on ones back. The squirming continues and he is getting good shots at thigh, hips and anything else that is not where it should be. He is still holding slave tenderly while the loop is raining down and it calms her a bit but it hurts and its exciting and she is humping and turns to look at him to plead with her eyes. Daddy takes this as an opportunity to start face slapping, repeatedly until the sobbing is uncontrollable. Sex now please, but Daddy as other plans which are just as lovely. The drool is everywhere and really it would be just awful to throw up on Daddy but it could happen any minute, it really might. Finally air, Daddy keeps playing, moving slave how he wants, holding up her weight. Listening to her cry while she cums.
There is a vague memory of cleaning him off and a few slaps on the ass while he helped her back in bed. An even clearer memory of kisses, while he rubbed her cheek and played with her hair. Inquiries about him getting water or an extra blanket which were turned down with a pleading not to leave her for even a second and then sleep.
It was rough in a way you can’t relay in writing. It was amazing, there is a soreness in the face from those repeated slaps that is throbbing in that sweet way. Daddy hugged and kissed all morning and everything was as it should be.
But the bathroom thing, it’s just hanging there in the air. It’s just upsetting and really probably nothing…. but still.
Friday, October 3, 2014
Three Whole Days
Daddy was gone for three whole days. To many of you that happens quite often but for us it was the first time we have spent apart for more than ten hours since moving in together.
Certain protocols such as posting by text whenever a destination was reached or departed from were still in place but....
For three whole days using the bathroom happened whenever the need arose without giving it a second thought happened.
For three whole days any chair or seat in the house was there for taking at anytime.
For three whole days clothes were picked out without approval at the last second before leaving for work.
For three whole days the Daddy's girl pacifier sat in the nightstand at bedtime while pajamas were worn. The favorite long flowing flower nightgown that reminds Daddy of an old lady.
For three whole days the fishing rod pole leaned in the corner next to the nightstand appearing like something forgotten to be put away after a day out in nature. The clover clamps stayed tucked away.
Three whole days. Longest three days ever, grateful they are over.
Certain protocols such as posting by text whenever a destination was reached or departed from were still in place but....
For three whole days using the bathroom happened whenever the need arose without giving it a second thought happened.
For three whole days any chair or seat in the house was there for taking at anytime.
For three whole days clothes were picked out without approval at the last second before leaving for work.
For three whole days the Daddy's girl pacifier sat in the nightstand at bedtime while pajamas were worn. The favorite long flowing flower nightgown that reminds Daddy of an old lady.
For three whole days the fishing rod pole leaned in the corner next to the nightstand appearing like something forgotten to be put away after a day out in nature. The clover clamps stayed tucked away.
Three whole days. Longest three days ever, grateful they are over.
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