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. 

Morning Call

Things that made me go weak this morning...

1) Daddy stroking my bum through the sheets, stirring me awake

I'm surprised he could tell where different parts of me were, all covered and shivering under the blankie as I was. He said there was a distinct hump. I suppose it's like his hand is a magnet being attracted to it then eh? 

2) "Ow Daddy Ow" 

Ringing in my head, which I later said I didn't want to say out loud in case he stopped doing what it was he was doing. He says, nah, no chance. And possibly would get even more turned on if I protested with Ows and Ouches. After all, he know when STOP PAIN means really STOP PAIN. And I trust him to know. There's always Le Safeword.

3) "Does little girl wanna get fucked before she's even properly awake?" 

Yes, Oh Yes! I was still trying to wake up properly when he started with the nipple pinching and neck grabbing, so that I was already wet by the time he reached down into my panties. 

4) "I'm being so slutty..." 

I was referring to how I had taken my tank top off cos I wanted my nipples played with. 

ME - "I'm being so slutty, but that's what good girls are, right?"

BIKSS - "Uh huh, I didn't say it was a bad thing..."

5) Holding my legs together in the air (with one hand) while he fucked me, and spanking me (with the other hand). I made a lot of noise, he shoved a pillow over my face. 

"nuff said. 

Have a good weekend everyone!

Toys Redux

Thanks to PK and then later on to Eva, I've gone and looked at my collection of spanking toys. 

For a while it seemed like none of them would see the light of day again, but since we've found a new way to be together, I'm glad that I at least kept these. 

Unfortunately some of the other stuff have been thrown out or re-purposed, so what you see are my absolute favourites - the ones I couldn't bear to part with even under threat of never being spanked ever again. 

The floggers are courtesy of the lovely Conina, and the 3 black rubber spankers were made my BIKSS in his workshop with extra bits of stuff lying around. 

The Christmas paddle is also a result of BIKSS' handiwork. Can't remember how I came to have the back-scratcher. Maybe BIKSS will know. I'll ask him. 

The two rattan canes are from the sundry shop around the corner. They're really cheap in where-I-live, and would probably cost less to purchase than to ship 'em to you, so if anyone wants some, let me know and I'll be glad to send them over! 

That other long green coloured rod is meant to have a little spade shaped attachment at the end, I'm not even sure what it's for, but as you can see that part has fallen off and I can't find it. LOL. Maybe I should chuck that out...  

And there you have it. The 2016 spanking collection by Fondles. 

Happy Spanky Raya

Over in Asia it's a public holiday (Hari Raya) so no one's working today. Well, almost no one. BIKSS dropped in this morning on his way back from the office (workaholic much?) and crept into bed to wake me up. I've always loved it when he gets a chance to do this - wake me up. 

We chatted a bit, I asked to play with Roger and then proceeded to give him a blowjob. I mentioned that he always looks like he's in pain when he cums. LOL. Have any of you noticed that? The sudden burst of sound, muscle spasms, tensing in the neck and shoulders... 

Anyway, after that he spanked me with the Christmas paddle (it's been soooo long!) and we talked a little about why he enjoyed spanking me. I mean, it's a given that sometimes I get wriggly and wet - those are the spankings that act as a prelude to some yummy sex. And when I'm in need of a re-set or when I've had a stressful day, it's more for me to find myself than for his enjoyment - or so I think. But with the paddle I'm usually always screaming and yelling a series of "ow"s and "ouch"es... and today was no different. 

Yup, like this - I was lying face down and he was kneeling up over me

I enjoyed it for my own reasons, but I was curious - what is it that he enjoys about spanking someone who's protesting (vocally if not physically) the whole time? 

I'm sure it's something we'll both be thinking about for a bit, but he did say there was a certain amount of "doing it for me" that is, knowing that I feel good about submitting to his spanking, but at the same time he supposes there is also a satisfaction in asserting his dominance. 

Do you ever talk about what it is you both get from a spanking? And what do the different types of spankings do for each of you? 

I'd love to hear your comments...

More Blogs

I found two more beautiful people to read while surfing and hopping from one blog to another. 

If you haven't already been there, have a look at Eva's blog, Nothing Random, we just might have another writer in our midst!!

And if you're a laundry procrastinator and hater of washing and folding, hop over to Grace's blog, A Day in the Life, while you're looking for something to do instead of ironing!! 

Enjoy! 

Implants Out of Place

Surgery is always scary... and cosmetic surgery isn't something I would do - EVER. Here's a horror story - another reason not to mess with mother nature.

Click here -> Boob job horror for Chinese woman whose implants moved to her BACK and STOMACH 

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So, remember - love the body you have, a boob job won't stop your significant other from cheating, and always go to a reputable clinic / surgery if you absolutely need to have something done! Research is important!

Sunday Rant, Pussy, Wishes

First, the day started great with an awesome massage. But it went downhill really quickly from there. 

I had a locksmith come by to change the doorknob. It came with a new locking thing too, so he changed that out as well. But the lock didn't line up with the jamb (it never has, I don't even use that lock) and that bothered him - I told him not to worry about it, but he insisted it was super easy to fix and it would be quick. Well, it wasn't quick and he left a mess - and ruined my existing paintjob. 

And then I had to see to the cleaning up (after the part time help had left for the day) AND the timing couldn't have been worse cos by now he'd stayed on way longer than expected and I had a student in for a class. 

During a short break between lessons I managed to get hold of my painter guy, who thankfully said he'd come by later to check out the damage. 

Meanwhile I had student number two now who was doing miserably - I don't know why tho, she was fine in the last few weeks seeing as her exam is coming up in 5 days - and I felt like I couldn't do anything more to help her. 

So we moved on to something else and wouldn't you know it, the painter guy decided to come early. Before I finished class. So that meant dealing with him as quickly as possible then rushing back to class. Thankfully she didn't have to rush off and I didn't have a class after, so we managed to finish doing what we were doing. 

And again, thankfully, Mr Painter says he's able to help me out this Tuesday morning. So I at least can look forward to things getting sorted soon. 

In the middle of all this there was also a big confusion about some monetary thing with my mum, which essentially ended up in my overpaying the help today. So I had to contact her and let her know there was some excess in today's payment. Thankfully she was great and understanding and said she hadn't realised till I told her and she looked in the packet, but it's all good, we can just count it towards the next session's fees. At least THAT went easy. Still, it was really hard for me to say to someone - hey I gave you too much money, can I NOT pay you next time? Isn't it weird??? If this was a standard per-hour rated service it would be easier, but it was meant to be an extra bit for helping my mum with something extra today. 

Sigh. 

Finally everything seemed done, and I found a chilled pear cider in the fridge. It went from bottle to tummy in no time flat! 

After a shower I decided I needed comfort food so I had some bread (carbs!!) with leftover butter chicken. And then my tummy went crazy and I had to visit the loo a couple of times. ARGH! Thankfully it's better now!

Phew! NOT a typical Sunday. 

Well, the house will be empty for a couple of days, and I don't have any plans for tomorrow so I'm really looking forward to a quiet day in front of the telly. NCIS New Orleans is my current addiction. Along with essential oils. That's something I have an on again off again love affair with... and it's currently back on LOL. Or maybe I'll go wander around my new found favourite aromatherapy shop and see what I can find. I'm thinking of getting lemon and chamomile oils to add to my collection. And maybe geranium... and bergamot... er,..

OK rant over. Up next - a pussy for all you lovely blogland peeps - 

because who doesn't want a pussy peepin' out from under a skirt? LOL

And before I go, Happy 4th of July to my American friends!

Sharing Snapshots

Daddy sent me a bunch of things. Stuff that reminds him of me. I'm sharing them with you :



I suspect I'm equal parts of both. 




Totally yes! And I practise pre-emptive blocking too. So that friends of friends who seem like the kind of people I won't wanna be friends with can't send me a friend request. Ever. 



Thankfully I don't have many of those days.



And finally, a huge big serving of Awwwwwwww.....