Blown Away

... is what we were, by the service at the hotel where we stayed. 

I've been having a stressful tiring time with looking after the parents so BIKSS arranged an overnight trip to somewhere not too far. It's about 3 hours drive by car, and the hotel was booked based on pics he saw on the net - namely, the clawfoot bathtub.

The four-poster bed didn't hurt either!

We were escorted to our room by a butler who carried a rattan basket with him, and he pointed out the pool, gym and spa along the way, complete with each one's opening hours.

When we got to the room he placed the basket on the table by the chaise and, to our surprise, pulled out a teapot and two little teacups!

It was good tea too! This was a very promising start. 

Part of my RnR on this mini-cation came in the form of a blowjob with my head hanging off the huge super comfy bed! Daddy felt good, I felt good, Roger felt good. It's been a long time since I've had any sexy thing going on without half worrying about someone showing up unexpectedly at the door!

Then it was off to hi-tea. Because I love a good proper English High Tea. We didn't have napkins. We had handkerchiefs!

Tea was served in the Library (how many hotels have a Library???) and we both ate way too much!

 

They had proper crustless cucumber sandwiches and everything!!

And speaking of food, we noticed that scattered throughout the lobby were jars of local titbits with tiny saucers in front of them for guests to help themselves! I counted at least 4 stations - clearly there is no room for dieting in this place.

After tea I headed out for a ciggy while BIKSS went and visited the toilet. I decided to adopt the verandah as my own. It was almost never occupied, so this is where I came to have my smokes. Here's me practically fainting from being over-stuffed!

Then it was off to the shops. By the time we got back it was past 11 and time to soak in the tub. But not before some (many) spanks and another round of good ol' let's-pound-her-pussy sex! 

I went first, then Daddy hopped in after I was done. 

Now seeing as how I'm constantly on the move or doing something or planning something or reading something, sitting in there for 10-15 mins without doing ANYTHING was NOT the easiest thing to do! But once I decided I would just vegetate, it was totally relaxing. We shut the screen doors and BIKSS entertained himself with the tv while I sat in the tub and did nothing. Alone. By myself. In the hot water. 

At the end I sat up and played with the water, splashing it over me this way and that and BIKSS heard it and asked me what I was doing. LOL. He was looking at me strange. Ah well. Put a little girl in a bathtub and that's what you're gonna get right? 

After that we had some more mind blowing sex. Well, in the way the people who read this blog have mind blowing sex. The nipples. OUCH. That's all I have to say. 

They Ouched all night, and through most of the next day too. 

I even checked them in the car on the ride back for visible signs of Ouch-ness. Nothing. No visible evidence. But OUCH. 

'Nuff said. 

I went to bed happy. Cuddled. And coughed at. LOL. Yes Daddy fell asleep, choked, coughed at me, which woke me up, said sorry multiple times then snuggled back into my nape and fell fast asleep again with his arms around me. 

And totally didn't remember any of this the next day. 

Anyway, his alarms rang the next morning which woke me up so I prodded and pushed and poked him awake. When he finally decided he would get up he said good morning then "go boil some water". 

I asked him why he said that. 

"To make coffee" he said. 

Well, I didn't ask what the water was for. I meant, why did he ask me to boil water... 

I was almost appalled that he would presume to have me do things for him. After all, he is perfectly capable of getting up and boiling his own water. And if he was taking me for granted, I would have been upset. And I realise that's BIG me talking, not little girl me.

Instead, he said something like because I am his little and he is my Daddy and he could ask me to boil water and make him coffee cos that's what little girls do.  (Or something like that... I'm not exactly sure... )

And that was a good answer. So off I went and made us both coffee. 

We finally rolled out of bed and got showered, then traipsed out to find a local coffeeshop for breakfast. After eating a super big bowl of noodles (each) and sharing an extra serving of dumplings, we tried to walk it off in the nearby mall - but my slippers gave way and we ended up hobbling around the place (ok, I hobbled, he walked like a regular person) in the hopes of buying something to put on my feet. But I really didn't need anymore footwear AND I had a pair of shoes back at the hotel anyway, so we headed back there. My life is nothing if not exciting, I say.

(Meanwhile, my head was reeling from the fact that I had carbs. A serving and a half of carbs. Yikes!)

It was almost time to checkout and I must say I'd never been so reluctant to leave a hotel! But I'm definitely coming back here!

After more walking about in another mall we went to get lunch at a Straits-Chinese restaurant - this is a favourite of mine and I always eat there when I'm in this part of the world. One does not diet when one comes to this town. IT'S ALL ABOUT THE FOOD! I was relieved that BIKSS enjoyed lunch - it was his first time trying some of the dishes, and I'm glad I could be the one to introduce him to this awesome part of my culture. 

Then we began the 4 hour drive home. Where the first thing I did after logging back on to my wifi network was check the web to see which other towns had hotels by the same chain. I'm definitely hooked!!!

Mini-cation

We went on a drive to another place and BIKSS booked us into a hotel which had a bathtub with claws for legs! It's rare in my corner of the world so that was a real hoot! More to come later but for now let's just say I'm a happy little :)

Exposed

The text read - Then get into position. 

I know what that means. But when the a/c is on and the ceiling fan is spinning overhead and one has just stepped out of the shower having washed one's hair, it can get a little chilly in position on the bed under said fan. 

By the time BIKSS got up here I had pulled the blankie over me. Well, I was technically still in position, he just couldn't *see* anything. 

"It's cold" I laughed as he stepped into the room. 

"It IS a bit chilly, isn't it?" he chuckled. 

No matter, he pulled the covers up so that my head was now also under the sheets, and then went back to see to my bottom half. He flipped up the blankie to expose my legs and bum. And there he lingered with tongue and fingers on my girly bits for quite a while.

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"Do you want to have a cum?" 

"Anything"...

"Do you want to have a cum?"

"Okay"

OK, not the sexiest response. But he did give me Wanda (which is what we're calling the pink vibe from his last far-away trip) and I had a cum eventually, helped by his hands making the rounds over my body - on my nipples, in my pussy and around my throat. 

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I wished I had Roger in my mouth too, but he had said no Roger until after I came. Hrmph. Still, I managed to sneak in a suck or two as he was kneeling over me so that was fun :)

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During the whole time I was covered from the waist up I wondered tho, if that was what it felt like to be on the servicing side of a glory hole...

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As I was milling about getting dressed to accompany BIKSS on an errand, my bum must have gotten in the way of his vision, 'cos he gently tugged me over to where he was lying on his back with his knees bent. I knelt beside his hip as he smacked my butt. I have come to the conclusion that the ONE good thing about being a little chubbier is that there was more flesh to smack in the behind zone before all this weight-loss nonsense. *ouch*

Wicked & Tempting

There was a time when I was more liquid and we spent a lot of weekends attending concerts, musicals and plays. 

Then the economy started going downhill and I wasn't untouched by its slow but decided decline.

But since BIKSS started his new job it seems things are also looking up for him a little, so he got us tickets to watch Wicked last night. Now usually I'm the one that goes and makes the arrangements - so it kinda made me anxious to leave it all up to him. 

I'm happy to say, tho, that it went smoothly! Yes, I know, I know, how hard can it be to pick a date, buy some tickets, and go pick them up right?

Well, he's a guy. So you never know. *Runs for cover*

After a quick-enough but not-too-rushed dinner at a swanky restaurant nearby, we headed to the theatre. The performance was awesome. The people next to us, anything but. After the intermission we asked if we could change seats cos our neighbours were fidgeters. I hate fidgeters. With a vengeance. 

Turns out there was an empty row nearby and the ushers were understanding. So off we went to sit in our own row. I was happy for 3 minutes. But there was a draft and I was beginning to freeze. So I hopped over BIKSS after the first number to sit on his other side.

something like that

I was in a skater dress (the one from this post) and an embroidered top I inherited from mum, and he told me later that as I made my way over him he almost slipped his hands under my skirt. :)

Something about that made me feel really proud. And special. Like a temptress. I dunno. Maybe it's an "I still got it!" feeling. Lol.

Whatever it is, I've always said I enjoy dressing up for myself, but I suppose that just means I like looking good (yes I'll admit it) so that the boys will notice me - only now I realise I don't do it for that reason anymore, 'cos there's only one bloke I continue to want to tempt. 

Saturday Spanking

Tenant gone to work - check! 

Parents off to the sister's - check!

Daddy on the way - check! check! check!

I was in the shower when BIKSS arrived and then we escaped into the room where I showed him some new stuff from my wardrobe. Me and mum were clearing out some things from her old place during the week and I found my very late grandmother's blouses (known as kebaya) - traditional wear which is seldom seen these days. (She passed when I was a year old, so those things are older than I am!)

CLICK HERE to read more about it. 

Kinda looks like that

So anyway, I have some modern ones and those are way more colourful and intricate. The grandmother's are a single colour and less transparent, and works well as an open front lightweight cardigan. (And by the way, I came across this very useful reference for women's styles while trying to figure out if there was an actual word for said open front cardi - it turns out, there isn't. )

While explaining about all this stuff and showing him this and that I must have been bouncing all over the bed and BIKSS was lying about not-straight-ly on it and eventually I ended up across his knee. And when a little girl is across one's knee, one has no other option but to spank that little girl's bum! 

It lasted longer than usual, and it was so good to lie there and just feel his hand connect with my butt again. And again. And again. LOL. I didn't want to get up! 

The sex, as always, was good. But that spanking alone was enough to make it a perfect Saturday!

Vegetables are Good for You

'Nuff said.

Feeling Submissive & Date Night

So in my last post I wrote about submitting to anal sex when I didn't quite feel my body was in the mood for it. 

And came to the conclusion that the only thing that stopped me from putting a stop to it was a strong feeling of submission. A feeling that hasn't been consciously felt in a while around these parts. 

When I spoke to BIKSS about it we felt that it was because at the beginning just turning around and getting into position for a spanking or simply spreading my legs in the car because he wanted me to triggered a bright flashing neon SUBMISSION sign in my head. 

But as the years went by these things have become the norm. It has become OUR norm. And so there isn't a conscious feeling of submissiveness anymore. It just is. It is the way we are. It is how we are. It is who I am when I am with him. 

He'll tell me to turn over for a spanking with a gesture of his hand while I'm in mid sentence and I do so without missing a beat. I'll continue rambling on about whatever it is I'm on about while he spanks. Sometimes I interject with an "ow" or a comment about how hard or light a spank was, but mostly I carry on talking. 

He'll place his hand on my thigh as he's driving and with the slightest shift in angle I'll know he wants my legs apart so he can stroke my inner thigh or go farther up north. 

He'll reach for my throat as we're about to kiss goodnight and I lift my head just a little bit higher so he can circle my neck with his hand. 

He'll put his hand on my back as we're crossing the street and I'll fall in beside him to let him lead us safely across. 

I'm sure there are tons more examples but right now I can't think of them all. I can't pick them out because they have all become so natural to me. 

Perhaps this is why later yesterday evening after a lovely dinner of Korean Fried Chicken and salad, and some beers in a bucket when we got home (yes the folks are away, the tenant is away, and the house was all mine for the night!) BIKSS made sure I felt that familiar tingle of submission again. 

It started with a super long blowjob with coconut oil, a cock ring and my kneeling between his legs even tho he was lying in bed. 

When he had had enough he had me face down, butt up for a spanking. Just a little one before he had Roger in my pussy. After all the yummy fucking he knelt over me and came in my mouth, and on my chin and cheeks and wiped the stray cum into my mouth with Roger - which was new by the way, cos normally we'd just tissue it off - and then it was cuddle time. 

And while he had me wrapped up in his arms as we were lying facing each other on our sides he began to spank me. Rapid sets of 5, all on one cheek. I was fine for all of ONE set. Sigh. I'm seriously out of practice. The spanks that followed after the first 5 had me flinching at every smack and with each one I jerked a little more into him. 

Shhhh he whispered into the side of my head. Good Girl... shhhh... 

BAM! Submission. Right there. Easy peasy. 

Then he reached over the spanked cheek down to the other one and started up again. Same thing. Flinch. Shhhh. Good Girl. 

I don't remember how long after that we lay there talking and just enjoying being with each other in this so familiar way, but I do know that at some point my eyes were shut and suddenly there was a bit of fiddling going on at my left nipple. No biggie right? He has free reign over my body so no surprise there. Until the pain. He'd somehow gotten hold of a clothes peg and decided he would peg my nipple. Those things hurt. Like a LOT. And with some mental preparation and if I know it's coming it's easier to anticipate the pain. 

This is exactly what mine looks like

When it's a sneak attack, that's another story. I was hissing, panting, breathing hard and making ouchie noises - and he did it again. Shhhh... shhhh... while I writhed and he stroked my face and hair... Good Girl... shhhh... and as he held on to me with the arm that I was curled up in, he proceeded to play with my pegged nipple. I made more ouchie noises, he made more comforting shhhhses (that's the plural of shhhh, btw) and said more Good Girls in the way only Daddies can say it - laden with pride and ownership. 

And I was conscious of the submission again. 

I can't say I need it the way someone might need a hit of a mind-altering substance... I haven't visited subspace in forever and I don't necessarily miss nor crave it. I wasn't even hinting that I needed to feel it, in fact I was quite happy to let BIKSS know that it was quite the opposite - that I thought the absence of a conscious feeling of submissiveness was good indication that I'd come to accept and embrace our roles in this relationship, and I wasn't still fighting it or making note of every action that could be labelled 'submissive'. 

But it also means he was listening to me and gave me what he thought I might need, nay, enjoy on our date night. And *that* is better than any fancy dinner or scene he might have planned for the evening. 

Anal, Submission and Gas

I went shopping and bought a cute white number for 10 bucks. Marked down from 30 I think. I intend to wear it to dinner later and then we're coming back home for some sexy time. 

Well, MORE sexy time. Cos we had some yesterday. We played with my new vibe - which we're calling Wanda - and it was so hot having both holes filled with his fingers while I had it focused on my clit :)

And since he was having so much fun playing in my backyard with his fingers, Roger decided to have a go too.

I don't think I was as ready this time tho (compared to previous sessions) so I was definitely feeling my body putting up a little resistance. There was a good amount of lube, so that's not the issue. Maybe it was headspace? 

In my mind it went something like - I'm not enjoying this one bit, and ouch that's uncomfortable, and I'm not really wanting this at all (and all the accompanying "distress" sounds that accompany these sentiments) but Roger and Daddy seem to be having a good time ESPECIALLY with me making these distress sounds, so I'll just submit and let him have his way with my butthole. 

And when we talked about it afterwards (I'm really glad we have debriefs) he acknowledged that since I didn't safeword him and it didn't seem like I was in actual STOP NOW! pain he just let it feed his lust cos he's come to enjoy inflicting pleasurable pain (on me?). Pervert that he is. But we all knew that. And I had to clarify that the pain itself wasn't pleasurable (like a pinched nipple, for example), rather it was the feeling of submission that I enjoyed. 

Perhaps it's just been a while since I've FELT submissive... cos all the other stuff that used to feel like submission is now just the norm? I dunno. Maybe we'll talk about that later. 

And also, the cramps I got after that - my tummy was churning, and I had so much gas. Grrrr... 

Post-sex dinner was super uncomfortable cos I kept feeling like I needed to go poop or else had to concentrate really hard on letting the farts out without having an accident! And so the new plan is this - no playing in the backyard if we're going out after. 

Daddy's Home and Going Away Again

Hello everyone, I feel like I've risen from the dead, having been away forever. 

And I'm sorry that these "sorry I've been missing" posts are coming up more and more frequently.

The parents moved in early last month and since then we've been sorting out some logistics. Wheelchairs, motorised scooter things, who goes on which day to eldercare / physio and so on and so forth. 

The most trying of the teething period seems to be over and we've settled into some sort of regular routine. The mother is also more familiar with the kitchen appliances etc so she is able to sort out the microwave and stove on her own. 

The father has gotten used to his new surroundings, poor fella. Dementia is NOT pretty. 

BIKSS got a new job and he's flying all over the place and that's driving me insane. Already I have less time than before to spend with him, PLUS lack of space (think blowjobs in the car and quickies when I manage to get an open 1-hour window when no one's home) - and on top of all the work trips he's taking TWO family vacations in Dec and Jan and I want to scream. 

OK, I'm feeling better about the whole thing now. But I was certifiable on Friday. 

It's hard for me to handle my significant other being away. It's not just the missing them. I get depressed. And the missing them and depression takes over my life so in order not to fall apart I block out my emotions and go about my own shit until they're back. 

This means WHILE they're away I become a bit of a cold, heartless jerk when they DO text or call. Cos I'm all about the "yeah, no, ok, whatever" responses. 

And then after they come back it takes me a bit of time to thaw and let myself be in love again. With BIKSS' travel schedule looking the way it does, I was going out of my mind trying to figure out how we were going to cope - either I learn to deal with the emotions (not my favourite option) or he learns to deal with my coldness (which may or may not happen, depending on how badly I feel and how much I need to shut down in order to still be able to function). 

Oh, that's not enough of an upheaval? OK, his wife went and got herself a new job too. So there are changes to be made on HIS homefront as well. What all this means is that whatever regularity we had before in whatever form is now gone. Missing. Nowhere to be found. 

It's not anyone's fault, just the timing of it all. Everything changed at once and I HATE CHANGE. I like routines, familiarity, and being in control. I HATE UPHEAVALS and that's what this period is feeling like for me. 

*Rant Over*

Today we managed to spend a whole bunch of hours out together tho. We had an early dinner at a smokehouse burger place, then went for a drive. And then we went shopping to get new shorts now that I'm a whole lot smaller since starting my get-those-damned-triglycerides-down diet. Since last Jan (2015) I've lost a total of 11 kilos YAY ME, and my clothes are way too loose. I can get into my used-to-be-tight clothes comfortably now, but I don't have shorts that fit. We didn't manage to find any, but I did pick up a pair of covered-toe, light-weight, trudge-around shoes that were affordable and available in my size! 

BIKSS picked out the colour and I'm happy with it. It's a little more teal than in the pic - my favourite colour! 

And tomorrow I shall continue on my quest for denim shorts. 

Meanwhile I have a bunch of yummy chocs from Germany where he spent 3 weeks in September. And some toys (below) and a new stuffie -- meet Goober, my German unicorn stuffie. Because one can never have too many. I'm serious.  

Now I knew about the new (quieter) vibe and plug (it's heavier, prettier, and ridged!) before he came back, but the choker was a surprise. And I love them all!

We WERE planning to go on a short holiday in Jan around my birthday but then I decided it would probably be better if I didn't go on a 4 day full-time BIKSS high and 24/7 DDlg binge only to have to come crashing down when he goes off to a 2 week vacation after that. 

Plus I've had a look at the calendar and it looks like Jan might be a bad month for me in terms of work cos of the Lunar New Year holidays (that will take up 4 days instead of the usual 2 and a half - long weekends are the worst things for me work-schedule-wise cos it means I'll have to make up those lessons!) so carving out another week for a holiday just doesn't seem possible. 

BIKSS has mentioned that we could possibly go for an overnight trip in Dec and maybe another in Jan on the days that I have no classes - I can afford an overnight excursion - and perhaps I won't be too stressed out when he's away if I've only had small doses of daddy-time. It's also easier to have them more frequently than the big holidays. Whatever the case, the sound of THIS plan didn't fill me with dread nor stress me out any. 

And so that's the news over on my end. I suspect I'll be gone for a bit before I pop back up. But I'll try to update when I can. 

Meanwhile, to my stateside friends, VOTE WISELY. :)

One Short of a Perfect 7

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Pokemon Go and Daddy

I remember when I said I wouldn't be playing the game. I might download it to see what it was about.. seeing as how I *am* involved somewhat in digital games by way of the part time work I do as copywriter for a local app developer. 

(If you have no idea what I'm talking about and want to know what Pokemon Go is - read this.)

And I remember also Daddy saying Good - cos if you DO play it we couldn't be friends!

But now I'm hooked. And get this - Daddy knows all the pokestops along our walking route too! Since we've done the circuit at least 3 times now. LOL. 

And two nights ago he even went so far as to offer to log into my account for me when he's away for work next month! In order to get him familiar with the game I've been explaining the gameplay as I catch, spin and fight. But in order for him to be able to catch region-specific pokemon for me when he's out of town he needs to know how to do it right? 

So I passed him the fone and got him to catch stuff for me. And he did! Yay Daddymon! 

Hahaha. I teased him no end for catching a bird and two worms. He was a little amused that his first catches were all cock associated. Worm... bird... 

Last night we went out for drinks and I wore a romper. Since the big migration from one room to another, I've made it a mission to wear my less frequently worn clothes. The romper is cute, and I thought I might wear my hair in a ponytail instead of the usual bun I generally favour. 

Daddy was keen to pull on that tail so after drinks we headed off to look for a carpark so I could give him a blowjob. Only the stretch of beach we usually go to also has a ton of pokestops and gyms, so much so that it was near impossible finding a quiet spot with all the pokemon go-ers wandering about collecting their loot!

Eventually we managed to find an area that was midway between two high-activity areas, and got down to business. 

Daddy had a nice cum, we wiped up and this pokemon hunter went home happy :)

15 Minutes

That's how long I had Roger in my mouth yesterday - and that's just the portion where I was watching the clock. 

Well, it started with him pinching my nipples because I was busy grumbling about the state of my room.

The update on the parents moving in is that all the furniture has been sorted. But I was feeling whiny about giving up some of the stuff I used to have in my room. 

BIKSS plucked on my nipples and pinched them and that shut me up. And made me wet. 

I said something about how he should just do that for a whole hour cos it felt so good. That's the kind of therapy I could definitely go for.

When I knelt on the floor between his legs and began sucking him he said that maybe I should do THAT for a whole hour. Given the time contraints and wanting to get on with other sexy activities, we agreed on 15 mins. At one point he sat up and stuck my head right into his tummy. And I was trapped there with Roger down my throat. I am convinced Daddy's learning to enjoy my gagging. 

After that I was totally ready. My underwear was gooey and messy. Pussy even more so. I positioned myself across his body and he proceeded to spank and finger me at the same time while I continued sucking him (to distract me from the pain, you see...) but little did I know (and I bet Daddy didn't know either!) the menu today was going to be different. 

After only having had the butt plug and his finger in my butt over the last few months (and nothing much by way of bum play since a long time before that), I was surprised and excited that he managed 2 fingers. He then told me to lie on my stomach and fucked pussy for a bit.

I suppose part of me was hoping that I'd be ready for him to move on to another hole - which I was - and he did.  

And. It. Felt. Awesome. 

The best thing? Finally being well enough to play this way again. It's something I've always wanted to be able to do more "readily" but I guess most of the time my body doesn't want to co-operate. At other times my brain panics at the idea. So yesterday was a good day. A very good day indeed. 

Saturday Afternoon Playtime

It was unexpected. I had finished lessons and Daddy was on his way from far-away to somewhere near me. So when I texted him that I had some time he popped round for a quickie. 

Some background - I woke up this morning and sent him a suggestive text. The kind that gets one thinking about sex. 

Here, I'll show you. 

And then after that I shared a tumblr link with him. This one : - Shelikestosuckit.tumblr.com

Which made him start thinking about blowjobs...

And so Daddy dropped by about 5 mins after I sent off the text. 

We talked as I gathered stuff around the house, then headed into the bedroom. 

I had just put my phone down on the dresser, when he began to kiss me, and take my top off. I was standing in my bra and shorts, and his hands started wandering. Down, down, down until he had them on my bum. The shorts and panties came off soon after and I could feel Roger against my thigh, still trapped by his clothing. 

"Get into position," he said, as he left the room. I wondered where he had gone but he was back soon after, hands wet from having just been washed. 

"I didn't know what position you wanted," I said from where I was presenting : ass up, head down, arms stretched in front of me. 

"That's always the right position," he replied. 

And then he knelt behind me and went to work on my pussy with his fingers. He'd gotten me wet and moaning, and good and ready to be fucked.

"But you were supposed to come over for a blowjob, Daddy..."

"We'll get there, don't worry."

And we did. He undressed and stood in front of where I was now kneeling, and let me have my way with Roger. He held my head and fucked my mouth, took my bra off and pinched my nipples, lifted his cock above my mouth and had me lick and suck on his balls, held  my head in place as his cock found the back of my throat, making me gag and tear up. 

When he finally had me lie back so he could enter me there was a very noticeable daub of what looked like cum on my inner thigh. More a splotch than a smear. 

It wasn't him, so I guess it must have been me. Talk about high viscosity pussy juice. Perhaps it's because of where I am in my cycle. 

He wiped that up with a tissue then proceeded to kneel between my legs, Roger dangerously close to plunging into me. But all he did was grab my throat with his hand and rub his cock against my slit. It was torture, the evil, evil man. 

"Is that hard for you? Just having Roger rub up and down against your pussy like that?"

Duh! 

He finally pushed in and alternated between slow delicious strokes and hot and heavy makes-me-holler-OW pumping. 

And then he pulled out and came on my tummy.

As always, a yummy cuddle time followed the clean up and we lay together chatting about sex some more. I told him about a conversation I had with a guy friend I met up with yesterday (who Daddy has meet before too). And before too long we were talking about what-ifs. What if we had a threesome with him? Or how about all 4 of us (including his wife), we could swap. Or she could just watch if she isn't into playing together.. and all that kind of kinky stuff. 

And as we talked I nuzzled into his neck and he began kissing me and Roger was rubbing anticipatedly against my thigh. 

"Daddy, you'd better not start what you can't finish!" I teased. 

He flipped me onto my back and accepted the challenge. 

I am a happy girl :)

Squatting in My Own Home

I've been missing for a bit. That's cos there's been a lot of upheaval in the family department lately. 

Me right now

Long story short - the parents are moving in as soon as I get the place sorted. That means I've been getting old stuff taken away, electrical sockets added, new furniture bought and delivered, existing furniture moved around, excess items given away and my own junk re-organised. 

It has been a mess and my clothes are now strewn across my living room while I wait for my new wardrobe to arrive. My underwear is sitting in an old drawer (from the wardrobe that was demolished) in my bedroom tho. Didn't wanna have them displayed in the hall. Meanwhile I'm also sleeping on a mattress on the floor cos the bed frame is also gone. 

Daddy came by today as I was finishing up with the mopping and we had a quick romp on said mattress! It felt different. Free. Unconfined? Kinda like there's no bed to fall off so in my brain it was ok for us to sprawl all over and in funny positions, making weird angles with our bodies and the pillows. Don't ask me why. But when we had the actual bed it was like I could only ever cuddle "straight", in the right position. LOL

Anyway... the point is, that because I've been having such a stressful time with the father's hospital admin, logistics of moving and planning his birthday do, AND still having lessons (gotta work after all) and remembering to do MY own admin (fees, signing up for upcoming conferences etc) I told Daddy that I needed to forget. Make me forget about all the stuff that needs doing. 

He did. He played with me in all the right places in all the right ways. He told me to stop talking, shushed me. And I asked to have Roger in my mouth. And he says the moment he said yes he felt my pussy go all wet again. That's a test I suppose, of whether a girl really DOES like sucking cock, that just the promise of it makes her wet. 

So we finally got down to fucking and he had me keep my eyes open... it was hard. LOL. But it wasn't like tense or anything, it was more like a challenge and I did my darndest to keep 'em looking straight into his eyes. Eyes that weren't intense, or hard, or mean. Eyes that were twinkling, teasing.

And then he went and surprised me by saying I Love You. 

I said I love you back with a smile on my face - and that surprised me again. Like we had a secret that only two of us knew and the look we shared was almost conspiratorial.

That's how I felt anyway. 

It was light-hearted and easy and comfortable. 

And it was good. 

Objectification

Daddy came over yesterday cos the house was empty. I was looking forward to some daddy / cuddle time - like properly - instead of the stolen moments here and there. 

He brought dinner over and we ate, then went into the bedroom to play. 

He also brought me a new toy a couple of days back after his weekend away, it's a "massager" and was sold on the streets at a night market. 

I'm not sure how this could be anything but a spanking tool!

So anyway I pulled it out of the drawer and he went to town with it. There are two different kinds of bumps on the thing - one that looks like sticky outy dots and the other side is a bit more tame looking. Here are some close-ups. 

  

I didn't like it. AT ALL. It hurt like anything! And I was wailing and screaming and making a right ol' hullabaloo!

But that was soon over and he went back to some hand spanks. 

Then came the good part. It was blowjob time cos guess who is on her period. Daddy knelt up over me and then positioned my head right below his perineum. This is new. Usually our blowjobs (even the ones with him kneeling over me) consist mainly of 70% penis and 30% scrotum sucking/licking. And a lot of the time it feels like he "lets me" have what I want in my mouth. It's kinda like I get to play with whichever parts I want to and he obliges cos it all feels awesome for him anyway. 

This time he was very clear about what he wanted. He proceeded to rock over me as I stuck my tongue out and reached for his butthole. 

*Yes, he had just come out of the shower and we take washing very seriously over here!*

The rest of our evening's playtime consisted of me having my mouth used as HE DECIDED. He took control of what went into my mouth and when. And then because I was sucking on his ballsac he decided to fuck my mouth with it. Yeah, you heard me. He fucked my mouth with his balls. LIKE HELLO?

This meant Roger was sliding up and down over my forehead and my whole face was just covered with saliva and I was a mess. Daddy didn't care. It was "USE MY LITTLE GIRL'S MOUTH" day. And use it he did. 

Afterwards I told him I felt objectified. And while I never gave much thought to it, I must admit I enjoyed the freedom of just being used. I also realise I could never say that line anywhere else without a few people giving me strange looks or dragging me to therapy outright! LOL

And so, objectification. I think I get it now. 

PS. After we had talked and rested I offered to give daddy a jojoba oil hand job. This meant he could lie back and enjoy my ministrations and not have to do too much work. But I couldn't resist using my mouth so I went to work on Roger with my hand and attacked his balls with my mouth and tongue. It was good. I don't know why women all over the world don't just service their men this way. It doesn't take a lot, and according to daddy it feels delicious! 

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“You must be punished before we go out to dinner. I want you to have a nice red bottom to sit on tonight. Open your mouth.” Logan pressed her panties onto her tongue and scrubbed vigorously. “Close your mouth and suck them while I spank you.”

He grasped her waist and bent her over his knee, then raised her dress baring her pristine flesh. Raising his hand he brought it down with force on her bottom. Smack, smack, the spanks rang out with sharp crisp sounds. Hillary was even more aroused as she writhed on his lap. The tart and sweet taste of her pussy was filling her mouth as she sucked the silk frantically while the pain radiating from her sore bottom was going directly to her clit that was aching with need. All too soon Logan stopped after delivering nearly 100 hard spanks that had turned her bottom a lovely shade of pink. Logan raised her up and lowered her dress. Reaching up he caressed her ruby lips and removed the panties from her mouth.

“You no longer need these. Now we are ready to go out to dinner.” Offering his arm to her, “Shall we?”

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If you enjoyed that, you'll enjoy reading more stuff at Spank Me Hard!...Please? by lurvspanking (thank you for leaving a comment on my last post so I could find you - I hope you don't mind that I stole and shared a snippet of your story!)

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And here's another blog that BIKSS pointed out to me, it's called Pieces of Jade and you should go over there and take a look. It's pretty fun to read the E-Lust posts for links to yet more blogs! 

ENJOY!

Getting His Way, HIS Way.

I always want more spanks. Well, especially since we don't a lot of alone time these days.

Daddy said today that he could arrange that -



So I asked if he was going to spank me tonight...




Somehow when he states that things are going to be a certain way, it makes me all hot and bothered... perhaps more so than if he were to deliver it as an instruction.

Can't wait to go exercise later. That's some serious motivation right there!

Sending a Message

I had been reading and came across a post about submission vs. the act of "pretending" to submit. I won't go into the conversation and discussion we had about this, except to say I began to wonder if I really was submitting or did I fall into the "pretending" category. After all, we're not 24/7, most of the time I do my own shit, and with a lot of things DaddyBIKSS doesn't get a say. 

So he said we'd discuss things some more later on if I wanted to, when we went for our walk. The house was empty so he came up for a quick visit before we headed out to our exercise. I had just gotten out of the shower when I saw this - 

So I got on the bed and knelt. Instant wetness. 

He came into the room not 10 seconds after I had gotten into position, naked, hands resting together loosely on my thighs. And he knelt in front of me, kissing me with the warmest kisses ever, fingers brushing my nipples. I asked for Roger, and he obliged, but only after a little bit more pinching and fondling of my tits, which made me gasp and forget about wanting to suck on him temporarily. 

Soon Roger was in front of me and I bent over to take him in my mouth. This led to a change in position from kneeling to being on all fours, head lower than ass. He played with my girly bits while I sucked and licked on his cock; his hands sometimes finding their way across my bum, sometimes grabbing my hair (conveniently done up in a bun); alternately holding me still while fucking my mouth and letting me move over him of my own accord. 

I gagged, I choked, the gurgling noises spurring him on. Roger grew hard and large in my mouth, I struggled to keep his length inside me. "Are you ready for Roger? Does your pussy want Roger now?" I remember nodding but I can't be sure. Maybe I only replied in my head. 

Then he spun me round and had me present with my face on the bed, he stood up behind me at the side of the bed and fucked me from behind. I wailed and hollered, It was deep and he was thrusting in a manner that can only be described as rough and hard. Yet this is the same man who had been kissing me as tenderly as he did 15 minutes ago. I ached and my muscles strained from trying to remain in one spot while he banged into me with such force. Fists clenched at sheets, screams were delivered into the bed. He pulled me up by my hair and stuck a finger in my mouth, while cupping the rest of his hand over half my face. I sucked his digit while he fucked me. And he spanked me. 

Eventually he removed his hand and reached down to pinch my nipple, smacking me intermittently throughout the sex, and then I felt my bum being spread and my butt hole being invaded. He pushed his thumb in without losing his rhythm in my pussy. Slowly, but surely, he was gripping me by my bottom hole and I flopped back down on the bed. I felt open and available and used. Helpless to stop what was being done to me. And I loved it. 

Somewhere along the line, amidst my shrieks and groans, he did the talky thing I like - "Does my little miss Roger? Does she miss her Daddy?" You know nothing's sexier than Daddy referring to himself as Daddy right? To me anyway. That might have elicited some mmm-ing noises from me. 

After he came I lay still but he was still hard inside me. So he continued pumping and playing with my body until he was satisfied. 

Hello? I heard him say.

I whined a response. To let him know I was still conscious. No, I hadn't passed out. Yes, I'm still here. 

Almost as if to say Good, then I'll go on, he resumed playing with my body - holes, clit, tits. His girl's body.

After he slid Roger out and we were done with our clean up he lay in bed and we cuddled face to face. We talked about how I felt, if my butt was doing ok, and basically did a debrief of the session, the way we sometimes do when we do stuff that isn't found on our usual menu. It was all positive, I told him how wet I got just getting into a kneeling position for him, not being afraid (like I sometimes am) when he began to poke into my butt, and how being in the right headspace helps me be more receptive to less frequently done things. 

"And I don't think you were pretending were you?"

A light went off in my head. And I smiled at him. His smile back and a kiss on my forehead was all the reassurance I needed. 

I Asked Him Something

... that had been on my mind for a little while. (This is a round-about things-that-go-on-in-my-head post so if you want smut, you won't find any here.)

I'm not proud of some of the shenanigans I've gotten up to in my, um, I wish I could say "youth" but the reality is some of the dumb things I've done, I've done in my late 30s. When I was old enough to have younglings of my own that I would have been expected to be in charge of. When I was old enough to know better. 

There was the bartender with those strong arms whom I seriously considered throwing into my bed - that was pure lust - he wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box, let me say. BIKSS calls him Arms.

There was the curly haired wonder (BIKSS' nickname for him) who was a friend of a friend and meant to be a set-up for a hook-up, and to be honest, he was a little bit slimy. 

There was the ex-boyfriend who disappeared with no explanation and then reappeared after a month whom I gave a second chance even tho BIKSS really "wanted to shake me" when I told him we were back together (yes, those were his exact words). 

I've done many stupid things, some stupider things I've ALMOST done, but didn't because of circumstance and not through any responsible action on my part. 

And last night as I was chatting over dinner with my friends about the fella who used a fake foto I was surprised (and a little disappointed at myself - this is news to BIKSS cos we haven't had a chance to talk about this yet) that the moment I mentioned it everyone unanimously vetoed him:

"There is no good excuse for using a fake pic"

"Drop immediately"

"Whaaaaat? NO way, forget it" 

... was generally the tone of their reactions. And I was disappointed at myself (remember me saying that?)  because I didn't have the same reaction as these people. When I should have. BIKSS of course said I should definitely stop chatting, and when he texted again I asked BIKSS if I should confront him, or question him about the fake pic, and he said don't bother. 

But why? Why is it that I can't bring myself to cut someone (who is clearly bad for me) off? I think there's something wrong with me. I think the way I approach relationships / people is flawed. And come to think of it, I've always given people the benefit of the doubt. Or have I? Or is it just the people whom I have (and/or may potentially have) romantic relationships with?

Many times I should have walked away from a significant other. And I never did. Despite friends (including BIKSS who wasn't BIKSS yet at the time) telling me I really shouldn't make excuses for them, give them any more chances, allow them to treat me the way they do etc. 

Why am I so eager to put myself in a position to get hurt? Or am I just in denial? (It wasn't his fault, he didn't mean it, it won't happen again I'm sure, he made a mistake...) Sometimes I wonder how I could be such a silly bean (I want to say stupid but I'm pretty sure Daddy will have something to say about me calling myself stupid) for someone who's supposed to be smart and sassy and intelligent...

SO the question (from this post's title) that I asked BIKSS was "IF you had to punish me would you? Could you?"

(Those of you who know us will know we don't do punishment spankings...)

His answer was YES - if I went and did something that could endanger my life or reputation. 

Eg, if I went out on a date and got drunk and brought some random fella back home with me to have sex - he'd definitely spank (punish) me for that. He didn't even try renaming it to sound less harsh.

("I'm thinking I wouldn't enjoy that spanking?" / "No. That's one spanking you definitely won't enjoy.")

This is especially relevant now I think because I'm exploring some potential friendships with people from the dating/social app, and I know he's keeping a close eye on my interactions with them.

But it comforts me to know that I don't have to struggle against the currents and whirlpools of this sea called Dating all by myself. It's a little weird, I admit, that I have BIKSS who is my daddy and whom I have feelings for, but at the same time I'm exploring the dating world to see what I can find.

Don't try to understand it. If there's one thing I've learned through blogging it's that relationships and connections present in many different forms, some I never imagine existed. 

At least this time, I know I won't be making any stupid mistakes - in this I really do count on Daddy to watch and guide. And help me make the right choices.