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Twas the Night before Christmas...

So you're not getting the Merry Christmas post JUST yet. 

I'll be heading off to the sister's house later in the evening. This morning it was work as usual for me, and then a lesson in the afternoon. 

I remember when the Christmas season meant no classes from the middle of the month till the new year. When I'd be fussing with wrapping, shopping, baking and cooking/prepping for lunches, dinners and what not. 

Last year's Christmas was a bit of a shock. The sudden restrictions meant we were all still scrambling about to figure out how to make Christmas work. 

But I think this year we're all a little more prepared. My presents were gotten early. Some of them were handed out during the first couple of weeks of December. Meet-ups were spread out over the whole month because big groups aren't allowed. Everyone saw friends and family in small gatherings of less than 5 persons - A DAY! 

I baked early too, so that I could pass the cakes and puddings to friends ahead of the Christmas weekend. 

Which brings me to today- it feels like a regular day of work, blogging (LOL), laundry etc. 

But that makes for a super boring post, so here's what we did on Tuesday - 

It's not the clearest pic, but remember, I DO NOT MARK EASILY. And even when I do, it's gone in under 10 minutes. This, however, is the result of some yummy cane swats an hour after they happened. (I'm sure there have been more impressive marks made on my behind in the past - see the Caning tag - but it has been AGES since I've had ANY mark at all so this is progress!)

BIKSS was flexing his how-hard-can-I-cane-her-without-causing-too-much-pain muscles. I assured him AFTER that it had been delicious, and wasn't hard at all. He felt it was pretty serious, way harder than our usual tappety-taps (incidentally he didn't play ANY tappety taps on my behind that day), and it was, but it was also a GOOD yummy kind of harder. He was quite amazed, I think, that I seemed perfectly fine with this intensity. 

The during bits were pretty ouchy, of course, but in a totally exhilirating way. And he knew I was feeling the burn, cos I got a warm reassuring hand on my back when I began wriggling and making "mmf, ooohhmph" sounds into my pillow as my bottom got hotter and hotter. 

So what does this mean then, will we be playing with some harder cane strokes in the future? I'm hoping so. I have to acknowledge that it's probably harder on him than it is on me, since I love the cane, but as long time readers may recall, BIKSS has had some overcoming to do in the past regarding its use. And while he HAS delivered hard strokes before, they were usually few in number and harder in intensity. This time it was mostly in the medium to strong range with a few violent earth butt-shattering ones. 

And with that, I shall bid you all a great Christmas Eve! Don't forget to leave the cookies and milk out for Santa. Altho methinks it's time he started thinking about his health LOL. 

Today's mood pic is a plant that I convinced BIKSS to adopt - 

Left - when it was first potted / Right - 3 weeks later. I love it when my plants grow... unlike the silly snake plant blade that's been sitting outside for months looking exactly the same as it did when it came to me. Pfffft. 

Not Just Clothes on Shein and All Sorts of Pain + a PS

Two totally unrelated topics, I know. But I just had to tell you this. 

Last Friday when I was in bed with a sore foot, I actually was quite naughty asking BIKSS if he had given any thought as to how we could have sex despite the inconvenience! LOL. He said no, but I admitted that I was thinking about it. Haha. The sex was good sex, with a round two blowjob after. But the thing that made it super hot that night was that we played with our crop, on my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (WITH undies on).. and then because it was a bit noisy we went and got the cane instead. On my boobs, on my thighs, on my pussy (still with undies on)...  and then he used it on my face... just a tap, enough to sting but no serious lashings. I loved it. Can I just say (again) I really love the cane? 

And we talked a bit about him inflicting pain. In the past he always maintained that he only enjoyed it because he could see how much I  enjoyed receiving the pain. But then pain in itself doesn't turn me on. It's submitting to his pain that does. But if he doesn't want to inflict said pain, then am I submitting to something he wants in the first place? And by the same roundabout theory, if I don't ENJOY the pain for the pain itself, then why bother causing it? HAHA. OK. Anyway, I've been trying to work this out for the longest time, but recently when I've asked him the same question, he's gotten more and more comfortable with the idea that he enjoys hurting me. He does enjoy inflicting pain, he admits. Well then, that's that dilemma solved, I say. 

And he loves to inflict pain on my nipples because I "react" he says. Well, ok, I do like the pinching and twisting BEFORE sex. Or DURING. It really is a magic button. Heh.

But the other thing about nipples... I wrote something about it at the beginning of this blog, I can't remember where (and I've spent too much time trying to look for it, in vain) - one of my exes, wait maybe 2, used to do this thing where they'd sit next to me and cross their arms and use their fingers, hidden under the other arm, to reach across and fiddle with my nipples. I didn't like it. It used to annoy me. Even worse was that I'd told them so but they didn't respect my wishes for it to stop, instead they both insisted "But no one can see... ". But that wasn't the point was it? Pffft. 

So when BIKSS started doing that (IN BED, IN BED, in the privacy of the bedroom because he's a stickler for proper behaviour in public, right down to covering a yawn - yes I get told off every single time, and not with the fondness of a lover but with the sternness of an authoritarian!) I initially flinched and told him that it made me feel cheap and like a piece of meat. 

He reassured me that 1) I'm his sub and he will touch me where he pleases, 2) he only wants to touch my nipples because he loves how they feel in his hands, and he enjoys touching my body in general, 3) that every time he touches them he'll remind me of number 2. And for the most part he has, in the beginning anyway. But I realised that I must have learnt this lesson some time ago, cos I would somehow make mention of it before he did. And that night wasn't any different. 

"I don't like it, but I like it you know?" I told him. "I mean, I'm still not thrilled at having my nipples twiddled with just lying here and hanging out together, but I *do* like that you do it anyway because it reminds me that I'm submitting to you." 

"I know," he said simply. 

And now, on that nipply note, I found these on Shein as I was looking for some white tees for my cousin, since it was free-shipping-day. OK, admittedly they didn't appear out of nowhere. I was searching for nipple covers. And THEN they popped up! (And yes, they sell nipple covers too!)

And since they were so cheap ($3 bucks each, local ccy) I got them both before BIKSS answered my question of "Which one do you think I should get". His answer was also "Ooh, both".

But while I was there, on the "body jewellery" page, I found some other things :

Pretty things no? One doesn't have to only shop the VS site for such things no more.

And then I saw they had a "personal care" section under BEAUTY so I went browsing.... and compiled this bunch of pictures. Wanna play? I'm going to have them numbered... and if you like you can write down what you think they are in the comments below! (Some of them are pretty easy, but others may be less commonly seen in your part of the world.)

And with that I shall bid you all a Happy Week Ahead!

My mood pic today ~

ANOTHER HUGE PS - The announcement this time -  Bleue's blog is back up! And if you already knew this, I'm sorry. I'm kinda late to the party. Thank goodness she popped by yesterday to leave a comment here. Go visit, or make a new friend. Her "about" page is linked here. 

Mulling - The Friday Sex Talk (and a Reminder Spanking!)

**ULTRA LONG POST ADVISORY**

We went out to dinner last night, and after a lovely meal in a quiet-ish corner of the restaurant where I ate too much I told him I realised that when I get busy and don't have time for myself (running around with errands, taking mum to check-ups, dealing with admin / mail, sorting through old photographs - another bag arrived!) it's not so much that I can't do the things I want to do, but more a case of not being able to sit with myself and mull over things. 

"I'm definitely NOT a muller," he said to me. 

Which led to a lovely exploring-each-others'-brains type of conversation in the car. I love those types of chats. 

Eventually we got to talking about how I'm the MOST turned on and tingly when he does something that asserts his power. Mostly in the bedroom, but in reality, anytime he does a Daddy type thing that pulls me back or reminds me of my place I get a bit warm and fuzzy in my belly. 

Turns out I would get more than I bargained for tonight.

Dinner was at the quiet resort-atmosphere-esque restaurant where we celebrated both our birthdays. We tried a traditional Indonesian dish of Tahu Telor, but with a local twist - a Malay spicy soy sauce instead of the usual sweet version. It was so huge. Thankfully the bottom half was all fluffly deep fried egg white!

(We had them take the dish back and sauté the prawns cos it came cold, even tho the waiter reassured us it was served warm - I can't handle cold prawns... gives me the runs! After that it was fantastic.)

With the spicy soy sauce drizzled over.

Fried chicken wings with kicap (kee-chup) manis (mah-nis) - a spicy, thick, syrupy, sweet soy sauce popular in Malay / Indonesian kitchens - comp-ed, as per their usual custom.

Salmon lemongrass - BIKSS is particularly fond of fish - and rather a stickler for having it done properly. So far he has had only good things to say about the fish mains we've had at this chain.

Instead of cake, we ordered (and paid for) a cempedak crumble. I think it might have been the best dessert I've eaten at this chain of restaurants so far. Mayhaps the overdose of free cakes might have something to do with that. I don't know how to describe cempedak to you except to say it's related to the jackfruit, but the flesh is a creamier and more fibrous texture. It's a very rich flavour, even pungent, but very sweet. 

As BIKSS prefers cake to crumble, and me the reverse, we had a difference of opinion regarding which was the better dessert! LOL. (They did still give us two slices to take home with us, and this time he took them home cos I was just up to my eyeballs in cake by now.)

When we were safely hidden away in the room, I began to undress, letting the spaghetti strap of my dress fall off my shoulder. 

"I like how that's coming off you," he remarked. And came over to assist. Soon I was in my lace panties and nothing else, sitting on the bed and facing his crotch. He undid his jeans and freed Roger from his shorts. I immediately began sucking. 

As we had been discussing how power and dominance turns me on earlier, he took the opportunity to ramp up his Daddy Dom game. Gentle caresses were abandoned in favour of sudden nipple pinches. Hair stroking for neck grabbing. Kissing for slaps across my cheek. 

My legs were spread and held open, his fingers playing with my clit, then pussy. And one finger found its way into my bum hole. I mean, yes, I had been thinking about it recently, but most of the time he'll check with me if I'm having a 'good' bum day. 

Not this night tho. 

After some time of being lost in the sensations down below he asked me if he thought I could handle Roger. I said yes. And he got the lube. 

Anal sex isn't pleasurable for me physically. It doesn't hurt if I'm in a receptive enough state. But it's nowhere near pleasurable. More like tolerable. I do it because it's the one thing I can offer him that isn't "good" or "okay" or "neutral" to me. It's a bit to the left of neutral, creeping into the "dislike" zone. 

And when I'm giving him something I don't like, that makes me feel very submissive. 

After cleaning up we talked about the spectrum of our sexual encounters, from plain ol' / simple all the way to phenomenal, and where our different adventures lie on a scale of 0 to 10. 

We also talked about what was something that I "didn't like" that I could offer as a form of submission, on par with the act of offering anal, but that would still let him fuck pussy instead of butt (cos he still prefers that, in terms of physical sensations). Somehow topics like threesomes and 2-couple/partner-swapping sex came up and as he presented these scenarios to me he started fiddling with me again. 

When we had sex this time around it seemed like he might not cum, having had one quite soon before, but when I proposed my own scenario... 

"What if you were watching someone else fuck me the way you are now... seeing his cock thrusting into my pussy like that..."

...he stuck his thumb in my mouth and I sucked it hard.

He countered with "Maybe I won't be just watching, I would fuck your mouth, and you would suck on Roger just like that." (BTW, dirty talk isn't something we do often, I feel kinda strange doing it TBH... but it felt right at that point.)

That must have done something for him cos he came, sweaty and panting after prolonged exertion. 

We talked about why it wouldn't be possible for me to enjoy something like that tho'. The conclusion I came to was that I wouldn't be able to manage switching between little (which I reserve ONLY for BIKSS) and controlling bitch (which is how I've always been with all other sex partners). And that would cause a problem because I refuse to be a sub for another man, but it's not as if I can be domineering and such to a fella my Dom is directing me to fuck right? And even if he said I could be as sassy and dommy as I wanted, it would be weird being that way in bed with the fella while still taking instruction (as a little) from Daddy who's watching from the sidelines, no?

As he mm-hmm-ed his agreement with my analysis, BIKSS turned on his side and reached for my pussy. Without thinking (possibly cos part of my brain was in bitch mode) I swatted his hand away. And not in that playful Don't, Daddy way either. He told me later he was rather taken aback that I did that. He reacted by smacking my inner thigh immediately with a pretty stern "What was that?" I did say "Sorry Daddy", but I think it was an automatic reflex. I don't think anything was registering in my brain. I sure as hell didn't MEAN it.

Then he smacked me again. "Hm? What was that? Swatting my hand away?"  If he had left it there - which he said he actually thought was enough to jolt me back to the present - I think I would have started a fight cos I was still in default sass-bitch headspace. But he didn't. He pushed my legs apart and held my face in place with the arm that was under me, then continued smacking my inner thighs, alternating between sides, sometimes doubling up on the same side, just to keep me guessing, I suppose. 

In the calmest, smoothest voice he spoke into my ear. "Someone's forgotten her place, hm? You're Daddy's little girl, don't you forget it. You don't swat my hand away. What was that about? Daddy's girl doesn't do that. Right? No. She doesn't slap my hand away when I reach for her."

All through his litany he was smacking. And finally I felt it. And it hurt! Funny I didn't feel it till now. The sting was coming through, breaking into my thoughts and consciousness. I realised *then* what I had done. But it wasn't till he was almost at the end of the smacking that I apologised again. And meant it this time. 

(He did say a large part of the continuation after the first two smacks was just going along with the scene, but that maybe 10-20% of it was genuine "chastisement". I told him it was a good thing he went on.  If I were to hazard a guess I don't think BIKSS was aware of just how serious/significant that little episode was to me until I told him either.) 

When he was done spanking me I put my legs together and turned towards him, burying my face in his chest. He held me and comforted me. I didn't know what had come over me, but that spanking was definitely a good call. My thighs continued stinging for some time after that, let me tell you.

Earlier in the evening I had asked if we could play with the cane... he said yes but instead of doing so BEFORE the sex, it seems he intended that our cane session would come at the end. Cos he wanted to do that NOW. 

"Ready for your cane?"

Looking up at him, I shook my head, no. 

"4 stripes." 

"Wait wait wait!" 

He chortled.

"Why are you laughing Daddy?"

"Cos you suddenly sounded so desperate and alarmed."

That's when I said "I think I'm feeling a bit fragile about what just happened to play with the cane right now. What was that about, the smacking my inner thighs?" 

"A reminder. Reset. You were lost in your old self. It wasn't a punishment. I just needed to pull you back." 

"I know. But that's cos you were talking about having me be with other people, and you know how I used to be with the others ...  so it's your fault!" 

"It is. And I will accept the blame for that."

And he kissed me and rubbed my back, and held me tight some more. We talked and I said all the things I needed to say and asked all the things I needed to ask. When I was eventually done working out what happened, I thanked him for the spanking. He checked if I was feeling ok. Yes, I said. 

"I think you can get the cane now, I could do with a proper reset."

He got up to get it as I turned over to lie on my front. 

Tap tap tap tap Swish... and it went on like that till he had gotten in the 4 strokes he had promised. Then he said "6."

So he continued the tappety taps with intermittent proper swishes in between till he reached the number he wanted.

Then he stopped. And he came to lie down and hold me tight. 

Later, as he was about to get up to get dressed he picked up the cane again, it had been placed beside me so his hand found it easily enough, and proceeded to swat my inner thighs with it. 

It wasn't a spanking session per se, we were just experimenting with it. It felt really good. And probably way more efficient than a traditional ass spanking, imho. I get an ouchier (and more lingering) sting from a much lighter stroke on my thigh than from a heavier one on my butt.

"You know, of all the toys, the cane really IS my favourite." 

My mood pic today ~

Thursday Thai and Sweaty Thighs

He was having a busy day.  AND we were supposed to go pick up another carton of rescued chippies that evening, well, 2 to be precise, and then drop one off at another location on the way home. I'm so grateful that BIKSS is supportive of my rescue missions. And is willing to shuttle me all over the place. I promised, when I asked him for help, that I would be extra sweet and submissive as payment in kind.

I told him I might even go without underwear that evening. That's ONE thing I thought would help him get through the day. And because I don't want to be a tease I decided early on that "might" actually was just a cheeky way of saying "definitely will".

As we drove to our dinner location he placed his hand between my legs. I was warm, having just come from a neighbour's flat where I had gone to drop off some stuff, and at the same time taken the opportunity for a quick "tour" around her recently renovated abode. So his icy fingers were quite welcome, sandwiched as they were between my now-beginning-to-sweat thighs. 

Of course before too long his fingers inched upwards to my puss. 

"You know, women don't look appealing at all when they have their legs spread like that... with a hand up their hoohas," I remarked. 

"Oh? They look very appealing to me."

Dinner was at a restaurant we'd seen but never tried before. It turned out to be pretty darn satisfactory. Service was prompt, the staff, friendly. It faced the marina and there was a gentle breeze all evening, and best of all, the establishment wasn't crowded so we didn't have to deal with noisy diners. 

Fried seabass in sweet Thai chilli sauce - that's a whole fish right there. I took half of it home.

 

 

Tom Yum Mushroom soup which was neither overly sour nor spicy. Quite delicious.

Kangkong / water convolvulus / water morning glory Tempura with Green Curry Sauce / Gravy - rich and a little too sweet, but not spicy at all.

Green papaya salad - delicately tangy with a mild fish sauce, no spice, and also, apparently, non digestible as I woke up with a belly ache the next morning. And according to my boss, it's a known cause of bloatedness.

I'll definitely want to go back there! 

When we were done with our chippie rescue mission I came back to find the smaller red dress (yes, I did order another one and it arrived pretty quickly!) had been taken out of the dryer and placed on my bed. 

"Look, this is the smaller size... still not as fitted, but I can definitely work with this!" I held it up against my torso. 

"Oh, put it on, put it on!"

I pulled off my black tee shirt dress and as I slipped the red dress on I noticed his eyes lingering greedily on my naken puss. 

"You just wanted me to try it on so you could look at my pussy!" 

"Well, no, I wanted to see what the dress looked like on you, but as you pulled the other one over your head I was like - mmmmm naked pussy... "

Tsk. Anyway he thought it looked nice, the dress, not the pussy. Well, wait, that too, but that's not what I'm talking about. 

And as I pulled it off and put the dress I'd been wearing back on he said "Why are you getting dressed?"

"Well because my pussy's been naked twice now and you seem to be rather disinterested in it... so I may as well put on some clothes!" 

He pulled me on all fours onto the bed and flipped my skirt up. Then brushed my slit with his thumb and then he was gone. For the first time since forever I actually vocalised the words "Oh, don't stop..."

"Who says I'm stopping?" 

He had paused to climb into bed with me and proceeded to see to a finger fucking - one I sorely needed but didn't realise till now. Evidently walking around panty-less wasn't just a turn on for HIM. 

He stood up and took off his trousers and I turned to face him, mouth open. I meant to clean my juices off his hand but instead he shoved Roger in my mouth. I did eventually get to lick myself off his fingers but was soon back on Roger. His hands, now clean and free of the task of unbuttoning his shirt soon reached for their favourite landmarks on my body. He found my nipples and pulled and pinched them thru my dress. It hurt. He seldom does it, but when he pinches and flicks his hand upward almost as if plucking them off my body, well, they hurt something awful. 

But the sound that escaped my lips somehow didn't convey the message stop. In fact it came out sounding like I was enjoying it and wanted him to do it again. And again. And again. 

"Good girl."

Sniffle

He grabbed my hair and used my mouth and I got slapped on both sides of my face. I'm impressed with the precision and care he took in doing so. First slapping my right cheek with his left hand, then swapping hands so that he kept his hold on my hair and then proceeding to slap the other side of my face with his right. 

And again, "Good girl."

As the tears rolled down my face he once again pulled me close, gagging with abandon, and held my head against his body. Then pounding his cock into my throat with his hips he leaned over me and spanked my bottom. A quiet hand spanking - I don't know how - but he did it. It hurt too, having received them on stretched butt cheeks.

He got me on my back and I thought he was ready to fuck, but he knelt up and shoved Roger in my mouth as he fingered me again.

Then more hair grabbing. No. Pinning. He grabbed my hair and held it down, resting his weight on his hand, meaning I could move my head as it was stuck against the pillow. Making it really difficult to move in an in-and-out motion. So what was a girl to do? He was coming at me from the side so all I could manage was sucking on the tip of his cock while trying to stick my tongue out to the right to reach towards his balls. It was terribly unglamorous but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, later on he admitted that he didn't realise he had my head pinned to the pillow even. 

*rolling my eyeballs so hard right now*

As he fucked me he leaned right up to my face, we kissed, we tongued, then he teased, pulling away. Thru half-lidded eyes I caught a glimpse of a string of saliva emanating from his lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth to receive it. He managed that twice before he gave in. 

"Daddy's going to cum. And I'm going to cum all over your face." 

He pulled out and moved to the side of me as he emptied himself into my mouth and on my cheek, a drop or two falling on my collarbone. 

"At least you don't have to clean any cum off your tummy today." He's nothing if not considerate. 😒

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Fetch the cane. 

*I don't move.*

Fetch the cane... go on. 

*I still don't move.*

"Five... four...."

I jump out of bed and go to the toy drawer. "Which one do you want?"

"Any one."

"I don't know. You choose."

"The thicker one. The other one is noisier."

Shoulda known.

He kept his promise of delivering more hearty smacks. 

But before he began he tried it out on his own arm. And he winced and grimaced. And as he got started on my bum I heard him grumbling, "There's no fucking way I'm letting anyone do that to me, it bluddy hurts... " 

*Smack smack smack*

I thought it was funny... here he was, proclaiming that it was bloody painful and there was no way in hell he would ever be on the receiving end of that cane... but yet he was quite happy to DELIVER those strokes.

The tappety taps weren't as light as his usual ones. I told him I didn't know what to call them now - how do I describe them on my blog?

"Thwackety-thwacks" he offered. 

And then he got the OTHER cane out of the drawer anyway.

I mean, what was the point of choosing eh?

So there you have it. Oh, wait. there *I* got it. Two canes, some medium thwackety-thwacks, and a bunch of heavy swooshes in between. And not very *far* between, mind you. It used to be that the heavy swooshes would make up about 20% of his strokes; this time it felt more like 40%.

And then as if to say, "Let's see how much you can take," he went ahead and gave me the last 10 or 15 or so in a medium-heavy weight, in quick succession. OW! Oh, but was I in pain. I *have* learned, though, that the more you tense up your butt, the worse it hurts. And so I left my bottom and thighs as relaxed as I knew how, while I breathed as deeply and evenly as I could, and the rest of me (arms and shoulders especially) tensed up as I braced myself for each stroke to come. [It takes some serious muscle control, let me tell you.]

Does anyone else perspire when receiving a particularly painful spanking? 

Well, I do... and that is how I came to end the evening with sweaty thighs once again.

There's my mood pic today right there  - 👆

The One Day I Got Horny (4)

PART ONE IS HERE

PART TWO IS HERE

PART THREE IS HERE


It was 10 minutes of fucking with, literally, no end in sight. For him, I mean. I knew at some point he would tire and withdraw... but for now he would pound into me until he decided he was done. 

He had just had a cum and it was too soon for another. That didn't stop him from getting hard enough to penetrate me tho. He likes me on my front, so I can squeeze his cock with my butt cheeks. He likes that a lot, and if it wasn't for the fact that he had just cum 10 minutes ago he would surely have fired his load by now. 

He flips us both on our sides and is still fucking me. Hand tight around my neck, then a finger in my mouth. I automatically suck on it. It's never been any rule or protocol, the sucking, cleaning up, or anything like that. But I do it instinctively. I know he enjoys it. When Roger drips his last vestiges of cum as we're cuddling he'll draw my attention to it. "He's dripping," he'll say. I think in the beginning he expected me to procure a tissue to mop it up, but I have always preferred sucking / licking him clean. Too much oral attention, tho, and he starts making those "dangerous" noises again... the ones that signal his desire building. 

I digress. 

Sucking. I suck on his finger, he enjoys it, I can tell. He gets harder inside me. 

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Eventually when we're snuggling together we talk about what's been going on around Blogland. I tell him about the search for quieter implements. And we start experimenting. 

A hand or belt is definitely going to make some very distinct noises. What about the flogger that Fiona gave us? We pull open the drawer and he stands over it, naked, arms akimbo, surveying all the weapons he has at his disposal. 

He tries the flogger (it's a lovely turqoise one, made by the equally lovely Conina) but it makes a kind of swooshy splat. The Christmas paddle (was that almost 9 years ago??) is a definite no. That's one noisy fucker. We don't even bother to test it out. And I'm not the biggest fan of how it feels either. It's mostly a sentimental implement.  

"I know," he proclaims. He pulls out the dog training stick... I don't know why they call it that, or how it's used to train animals... but I have one, and we've used it before, but not for animal training, you would have guessed. The black spade shaped thing at the end had been pulled off long ago, cos we wanted it for a cane-like implement more than a paddle-y one. 

It kinda works I suppose. It has a muffled thuddy whack rather than a splat. But it's heavy and would definitely bruise - not in a good way either. 

"Daddy, try the cane. I don't think it will be too loud... " I ask hopefully. 

BIKSS is sure it would make a tell-tale noise.

Hm... unless...

He picks up the sturdier one and gets to work on my ass with light (but pretty rapid and constant) tappety taps. 

I dare say the "drumming" he does with that cane feels quite comforting. A nice warm glow starts to spread over my bum and I relax into the pillows... 

Ever so often he adds some weight to a stroke and I'm surprised by the sting. But that's what makes it so lovely - that I never know what's coming next. 

tap tap tap TAP tap TAp tap TAP Tap tap tap tap tap tap THWACK tap tap ... you get the idea. 

He's done. And I'm rubbing and we're talking some more.

"I only asked for 2 stripes, spaced out... so that it won't sound like I'm getting whacked in here. That was NOT what I had in mind." I giggle. 

He laughs and goes to get the cane to try again. 

But he doesn't do the 2 swishes this time either. More tappety taps. I think they are his warm ups (and by that I mean a warm-up for himself, not for my bum) and then after about 8-10 taps he lets a heavy one drop. And he continues like this for a fair bit.

It's still nowhere as ouchy as I know he's given it before... and we start talking about percentages. What amount of force he's using, what level of pain I'm feeling... we're nothing if not communicative. 

After a debrief of sorts and just as it's about time for us to call it a night he picks up the cane again and is determined to give his girl what she asked for. 

2. That's what I had said earlier. And so that's what I got. 

And then another 2. 

Good golly. The man has some serious trouble with counting, methinks. 

We tumble about and I tease him about that. "Those were nice ones, but I probably could handle a bit more, you know, since we're talking about what you imagine the pain to be versus how much force you're using." 

"Well, we could definitely give it a go the next time, if you want. I could use more force. Give you harder strokes. Or more in number. IF you want me to.... DO you want me to?"

I bite my lip. If there's one lesson I HAVE learned over these years, it's be careful what you wish for.

There's a twinkle in his eye. He fully intends to use whatever I say next against me... I know the way his brain works. 

"How about, um, we'll see what happens, and um, let's just not commit to anything right now ok?"

He laughs. Crisis averted. For now, anyway.

And now I hope you enjoy these vignettes. Compliments are always welcome. 😜 (Because I'm shameless!)

5 mins post-caning

Lone stripe the morning after

Faded to a mere shadow by the second morning

THE END

Backscratchers are a Pain - on the Backside

I haven't had a chance to add the backscratcher in question to the definitions (and toy menu) page. But it is nasty. I actually pouted (yes me!) when BIKSS took it out of the toy drawer. 

He thinks it's amusing that the string it was hanging from looks like rope tying a person's arms above their head. Pffft. Here's a close-up - 

But I'm getting ahead of myself.

There were some errands to be run and we got home at 5-ish. 

No one was in. And we were glad to have the opportunity for some spanking time. It's been a long time since any fun's been had in that department - or in ANY D/s department for that matter. 

It began in the car, really. He dropped me off at the store, so I could pick up some stuff, while he went to get something done. About an hour later he was done and so was I. He came by to pick me up and as I was climbing into the passenger seat I asked where we were headed to next. "Home," he said... "you're gonna get fucked." 

It's been some time since we've had this kind of forceful talk, especially since my emotional state is a little fragile at the moment, given the family situation, and dirty sexy talk is the last thing on my mind. But perhaps that's exactly why I needed some of it today. And I welcomed it. 

He was lying in bed when I got in from the shower, and he motioned for me to come over so we could kiss. I did, and then he rolled out of bed and headed to the toy drawer. I flopped onto my belly to watch him and as he walked past me Roger ended up in my mouth. It felt so good to suck on his already-hard cock. Eventually he made it to his destination and pulled out the backscratcher (yuck), cane and flogger. I 'Yay'-ed at the latter two. 

Then he came round behind me and got to work. He got straight into it with his hands. Spanking, rubbing, fondling, caressing. I drifted into a magical place and forgot all about life for a little while. Then crack came that wretched thing on my butt. 

It's hard, heavy and unforgiving. (Sorry, no Oxford commas in this house!)

And I began to breathe a little heavier. He reassured me with a hand on my back. Up high, almost at my neck. Shhhh... but still he smacked. I twitched and started, and shifted and wriggled. But not too much cos I didn't want that thing landing in the wrong place. He stroked my back and rubbed my shoulders as I winced and whined. And let out moans and groans - not entirely of the encouraging variety. 

When it landed with a thud next to me on the bed I let out a sigh of relief. The rest of the spanking went splendidly. He could never go wrong with the cane and my 'favourite flogger' . I don't know about you but I love roving spanking sessions. As in, not static. As in, I lie on my front, and he roves around me, spanking me from this side and then the other, from over my head, with Roger in my mouth, from behind me with one hand exploring my girly parts. 

Today his explorations took him to my butthole. His initial penetration (I'm not sure which digit he used) didn't even require any lube. I suppose I was wet (and open / ready / willing / horny) enough that whatever juices I was already producing were enough for him to gain access. 

This is unusual for me. But not unheard of. It usually happens when I'm feeling very, very submissive. And/or horny. Today I was both. 

He dug out my Purple Pieman vibe from the drawer and proceeded to place it under me, against my clit, and that got me wriggling all over again. But it was a weird position and no orgasm was going to be had that way. So he had me flip over onto my back. 

But for some reason it just didn't feel right, and I don't know if it's because 1) there was just too much stimulation already that things were getting numb down there from the extended vibing while I was face-down, 2) the pushing of fingers into both my holes was interfering with the vibe-on-clit pressure, or 3) it's been too long since I used it and had weaned myself off this particular vibe. 

So I asked him for the other one. The Paloqueth "sucking" vibrator.

He obliged. And after a while, with my bottom hole still penetrated and finger-fucked, I had the orgasm that was way too long coming. Pun totally intended. 

After that I was totally drained. But damn if I wasn't going to get that fucking he promised me. He took his shirt off and got between my legs. I was sensitive enough that an accidental brush against my just-cum clit elicited a howl out of me. He seemed quite pleased about that. 

After he had had his turn at a cum he got up to go to the dresser for operation clean up (tissues are on the dresser) and I lifted up my hands in the BIKSS-and-Fondles mutually understood gesture for "can I have tissues please?" and he passed me a wad which I used to mop up the mess between my legs, and then raised my hands for more. Only today I did all this with my eyes closed cos I was just THAT tired. 

When he got back into bed I told him as much, adding how "it feels awesome to cum with a finger up your arse, and I don't even have a prostate!"

"You didn't cum with a finger up your arse", he corrected me. 

"Eh?"

"You came with TWO." 

A Long Summary - No Baldo, Spanking Reboot and Fuelling Submission

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FFF #40 - And All Things Butt

The Big Four - Oh!

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So that other thing in the title?

I sometimes wonder if our exchanges seem "unserious" or too casual to other practitioners of TTWD / BDSM /whatever you call it... but it's just how we roll. And there's always a slight hint of "mean" along with the playful, fun Daddy side. 

Yep - this is me! And since I was so so so good, he decided to give me a very very very long spanking!

All in all there were 5 tools of ass destruction. He always comes equipped with 2 of his own - and I don't mean his 2 hands. He's a belt man. He almost always has a belt on him. Unless he's in football shorts. Which he doesn't visit me in very often. Jeans? Belt. Work slacks? Belt. 

After his hands, and the flogger, and the paddle, and the cane, he pulled his belt out.  My butt was already sore, as you can imagine, especially having not gotten a proper spanking in FOREVER.

And then he had the cheek to ask me "You know what that sound is don't you?"

Well, I knew. And my pussy knew too. 

If I had to pick a favourite from the day's choices, I'd probably say the belt this time, cos it wasn't quite my favourite cane. Why? Because I'm a masochist and I selected the thuddier one instead of the whippier one. I'm not the hugest fan of thuddy implements. Silly me. 

There's always a huge risk when I'm presenting like that, that he will decide to play in BOTH holes. And that's just what he did. (Don't worry, one first, then the other, and he never double dips!)

Did we come back from the land of dry-spell-stressed-out-low-libido-zero-cum land with a bang? 

And I'd give myself a pat on the back too, but BIKSS did that already. 

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You know how in the superhero movies there's sometimes a post credits scene? 

Well, as I was moving around the bed gathering up the discarded bits of clothing and putting away all the toys, I decided I would try my hand at the cane. BIKSS generously allowed me to use his left butt cheek. 

I got tired after oh, I dunno, 8 swats? And he says I wasn't even using as much force as he usually does on my butt. He took it from me and gave himself some swats as a demonstration. "Listen to the sound," he said. 

So there we were - taking turns going tappety-tap-swoosh with the cane on his butt like it was the most natural thing in the world for a couple to do in bed. LOL. After we'd put it away, and maybe 10-15 minutes had gone by, he looked over at me in the middle of some other topic of conversation and began to rub his cheek. "I can still feel the tingle" he said. Was there some amusement there? I think so. And my strokes weren't even as heavy as the ones he dishes out on ME! 

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And because I used to leave links on the FFF posts, here's an infographic for you and your spanker if you're a cane-slut like me :) Doesn't hurt to know how to extend the life of your favourite cane! (Link to the site can be found below the pic.)

https://www.aswgt.com/content-why-canes-break.html

Stripes

BIKSS and I made a video for Baker who was on the fence about the cane. I'm trying to convince her to take the plunge so the video was to show her the different types of taps I get from BIKSS when he uses the cane. I offered to get one (or 2) for her from over here in the land where I live cos they sell 'em by the bunch at the stores around the neighbourhood. I'm not kidding. I might have mentioned this before and posted a pic even, but yes, no one would bat an eyelid if I walked in and picked up a loaf of bread, a carton of milk and a couple of rattan canes. Trust me. 

Every friend I had growing up had either 1) been caned on the legs / buttocks at least once or 2) been threatened with a cane or 3) had the cane slammed down really loudly on the table beside them as a scare tactic. 

Children in my country are no strangers to corporal punishment. 

After we got done with the video, complete with narration, Gmail informed me it was too big. So we started again, making sure to keep it short this time. 

I sent that off and BIKSS decided to carry on with the tappety taps. I stupidly asked him for some proper strokes - What exactly IS 6 of the Best? I asked him. 

*Runs and hides to escape all the coffee mugs and pillows that I'm sure you're all flinging at me right now.*

He gave me 6 of the 40%. Yes. That's what I said. 40%. 

(As a child BIKSS had a really bad encounter with the cane, and still has the scar on his thigh to show for it. This is one of the reasons it took us a while to get to playing with one. It was just something he needed to come to terms with / wrap his head around in his own time and in his own way.  I think it helped that I was super keen re experimenting with a cane, and eventually he said I could pick one up from the store and we would see how things went.) 

He landed 6 really hard ones on my butt, probably the hardest he'd ever struck me with the cane in my opinion, but according to him, it was about 40% of his (and the cane's) full strength!

Left - red is from earlier taps and hand spanks, white lines are cane stripes. 

Right - slight welts have replaced the white stripes an hour later.

Right now it's been about 6 hours since we played - and my butt is perfectly fine again. No lines, no welts, no pain. 

Well then, it seemed this little experiment had kicked off something in his brain, because after the cane he picked up the purple paddle, and the back scratcher, and the green racket dog stick, and the latest black flogger. 

He wanted to know how each of those items felt at varying arm weights. Um, yeah, sure. I was trying to be as objective as possible, but as you can imagine it was quite impossible because butt pain stacks - the way some MMORPG spells do! 

I do have a rather high pain tolerance tho, so I did my best. But after the green stick I decided the experiment was over LOL. That one hurts with a heavy thuddy whoop as it lands. I think he said something about it being a good punishment cane. 

Ok. Can we please have sex now? 

That's much better. 

:)