Monday Funday (I)

It started with an ebook. It's called Act Your Age. So anyway, it's a DDlg story and I've been getting slightly hot and bothered. Ok, a bit more than slightly. 

I send teasing texts. BIKSS answers with his own suggestive replies. Over a couple of days things build, and last night I got this text - 

Hmmm. Just had a thought... you kneeling, naked with your knees slightly apart. Me behind you with my right hand between your thighs playing with your clit. My left holding your neck. Your body held tight to mine. Listening to you gasp each time I touch your clit. Having you push down on my hand when a finger slips into you  feeling you shudder as each touch on your clit sends a jolt of sensations coursing through your body.

Well, I'm one of those people, see, who likes reading this sort of thing. It's the suggestion, the anticipation, the knowledge that the person saying all this is well and truly capable of doing exactly what he promises.

Today we had lunch at the dim sum place again. The manager came over mid-meal to say hello and let us know that the staff were just last week mentioning that they hadn't seen us in a while. Well, ok, now I feel bad for not returning sooner. And then after our meal he brought us a complimentary bowl of mango sago pomelo each. I mean, now it was BIKSS' turn to feel like maybe we should pay them a visit again soon-ish, perhaps the next time we plan to have lunch together LOL. I don't think a restaurant has ever made us feel *this* guilty / obliged.

Free dessert

Mid meal pic

After lunch he asked what we should do. I said Let's go and play!

And play we did. 

We got our room and very soon my clothes came off and I was naked and kneeling on the bed. It was exactly as BIKSS had described it in his text the night before. Everything felt magnified somehow for my knowing what was coming. 

He twisted a nipple, then the other. One hand always on my pussy, circling my clit, touching it, stroking, rubbing. I shivered, partly from the cold, but mostly from the tingling that filled my entire torso, from ear to cunt. 

He switched hands every now and again, for better access, and each time he removed his hand from the spot it had been working on I felt at once respite and dismay. Over and over he moved his fingers from my neck to my breast, from nipple to clit, and by the time he slipped a finger inside me I was good and sopping.

I groaned, I whined, I gasped, shuddered, whimpered. He brought out an entire repertoire of sounds. 

He got off the bed and undressed before resuming his position behind me. I reached back to grip Roger but I wasn't much use at anything for there was only so much I could think about doing with my hands whilst trying not to collapse onto the bed from the finger-fucking he was giving me. Then those same fingers were in my mouth; I licked them clean and they remained there to keep my lips apart, the heel of his hand propping my chin up, as he abandoned my pussy for a time and pinched and twisted my nipples at great length instead. 

I would have doubled over into a full crouch from the pain if not for those fingers holding my head tilted up and back, leaning, nay, supported by his shoulder. "Good girl," he said, over and over again. It had been a long time since I heard those words in a setting such as this. "Good girl."

He knew what those words do to me. He knew what I needed. He turned me around and kissed me. His mouth insistent, one hand around my neck, the other on my tit? Clit? I don't recall. My hands were free to hold his cock, now in front of me at last. I moved one hand up and down over his length, my other cupping his balls, tracing my nails over the skin. Pulling away from my face he let me work on Roger for a few more seconds. My eyelids fluttered between closed and just barely open as I concentrated on the hard phallus between my fingers and his firm hand around my neck.

A slap fell across my right cheek. I gasped. I felt myself get wetter. I had barely registered the pain when another landed on my left. At least I didn't feel lopsided. 

Satisfied that I had had enough he lay down and I knelt beside him, sitting on my heels, as I sucked on Roger, my tongue finding the terrain of his cock welcomingly familiar. He smelled fresh, like just-done laundry. I still wonder right up to today how he manages that. It could be mid-day, it could be post-dinner. It didn't matter what time of day it was. I only know I'm lucky to always have a clean cock in my mouth when Daddy wants a blowjob. 

And he wanted a blowjob. He didn't have to say anything. As I worked on him and teased the ridge just under his head he finally did it. The familiar smack of his hand making contact with my ass, and the smarting on first one cheek and then the other, then alternating between the two, made me even more eager to please him, please his cock. 

It wasn't a serious spanking, pffft, it was nothing as far as spankings go, but it was enough in that moment for me to let out a moan around Roger. Daddy liked that. He himself couldn't hold back and a low growl escaped his throat. He grabbed my hair to push me down hard as he fucked my mouth. 

"Don't stop. Daddy's gonna cum," he muttered. Oh, I wasn't planning on stopping. Yes, I wanted his cock in my pussy, but I also wanted him to cum in my mouth. I guess I was just being a greedy little girl. 

But we had lots of time, we had the room for 2 hours... I was certain the afternoon wasn't over...

Dinner and Fun Romping - Don't Hold Your Breath

We went out last night to a busier part of town where one of the restaurants we like (the social enterprise one) teamed up with a cafe / bar! So while bar grub and finger foods (and alcohol) were NOT part of the discount from the dining app we use, the food from their section of the menu was! 

It offered a slightly different fare but we both agree that the food here was probably slightly more yummy than their main store. Which is a pity cos the crowd, lack of service and awful reservation system were just too many strikes for good food to make up for. 

In the past whenever we've booked our table with the app there was never a problem when we got to the restaurant. This time, the lady said we should have called the restaurant directly AFTER making the reservation to confirm it. What? No. That's not how it's supposed to work. She asked if we wanted to sit outside cos they were full. At the standing bar type area. What? No. I'm not eating dinner standing by the side of the street in the drink / smoke zone. 

Eventually we got a table but it was just too much for my aspie brain to handle. 

Like I said tho, it's a pity cos the food was really good. 

Garden salad. Fresh veggies. Good tangy vinaigrette.

Crackling pork belly. Good sized portion, very crispy crackling, and not too fatty. 

The fish-and-chips was awesome. Only these weren't the chips I was expecting. Still, the batter was crumbly and crunchy, the fish was flaky and moist, & the portion was generous for the price. And the 'tube' of fish in batter held up really well to cutting-using-just-a-fork. Which is what I did. 

They do takeaways too... so I suppose if we ever have a craving for any of their dishes we could always call ahead and order takeout.

After dinner we ran out of there - no, actually, we were asked if we had finished with our meal cos there were more people waiting for tables - and after paying the bill - which, thankfully, I checked, cos there was a billing error - we hurried out of there and went looking for a late night dessert place. I'm glad we didn't pay full price for THAT experience.

We found a waffle and ice cream hole-in-the-wall where the ice cream was TOO ambitious. Too much stuff in it, not enough actual ice cream. The rum n raisin was ALL rum and raisin, and the chocolate oreo was just chunks of oreo! The ice cream wasn't rich / milky / oomph-y (BIKSS' word, not mine) enough. The waffle had a homemade flavour to it, but also didn't have enough bite / volume / substance. Still, for a quick $10 waffle fix, it wasn't too bad. 

Doesn't that look like a snowman?

After dinner we came home and hung around in bed. We cuddled and kissed... and touched and hugged and did all the things we haven't had a lot of time to do recently. Covid has seriously curtailed the sneak-kisses and face-in-sleeve nuzzling when we go out, cos #masks right? 

And having weird work hours now (for BIKSS) in addition to the mother being here has also made it more difficult for us to have long, languid lie-ins. 

So since we got the chance, we did all the touching and kissing and nuzzling we could. At one point he sneakily pulled off my undies from between my legs and I found myself on my back with my legs in the air, feet touching, and having to hold them up with my hands. It's the classic baby-grabbing-toes pose. 

Only I'm no baby. And BIKSS was having an extra serving of dessert with his face in my girly bits while my legs were up there. He wasn't the only one who got extra dessert tho. I got my share of his popsicle stick later on during round two.. on my side, with his crotch in my face and my hands running all over the back of his thighs... and butt, and balls... yumm! 

Even with our limitation on noise he managed to infuse last night's session with the essentials:- Nipple-pinching, check! Hair-grabbing, check! Choking and slapping, check! The thing that struck (pun not intended) me most was how all that "roughness" was perfectly balanced by all the kissing and stroking and rubbing and touching... much more so than we usually engage in. Perhaps we've been starved of a good and proper lovemaking session for far too long.

(And as for not holding your breath - BIKSS said he would be happy to write a post about last night's encounter... but just so you know... it might take a while.)

All Things Delicious - Mid Week Date and Playtime

We managed a quick drink on Tuesday evening. BIKSS started his new job this week and things seem to be going well. 

He's making friends, figuring out his way, and getting his footing. 

It doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eye and generous with his smiles. 

People are warming up to him and he's already made his presence known - in large part because he pointed something out at a meeting he was observing and people were impressed that he picked up a missing link that no one else there had thought to explore. 

So I guess they picked the right person for the job. 

Meanwhile over in my corner of the world I've been fighting my own fires at work (and on my own time) and I know my boss is terribly grateful for my ability to handle it without his having to get involved - because he as much as told me to take a sick day tomorrow to go chill out somewhere. LOL. 

Only, I can't because one of the contractors is coming in tomorrow morning and I can't leave my colleague to deal with the clinic AND supervise them all on her own. 

So I thanked him but declined the offer of a "free day" cos I need to be there. 

The gesture was much appreciate tho. 

Last night we went out to dinner at a "fast food" type vietnamese place in town. The mall was empty. The scare of this Covid-19 thing is keeping everyone at home, making it really easy for us to get a table at practically any restaurant we feel like going to. 

The spring rolls were ok. The pork cutlets weren't awesome. The grilled chicken skewers were the real stars of this snack platter. I might go back there JUST for those. 

The beef pho combo was edible. Altho the one at the other restaurant is HEAPS better, hands down. I apologise for the almost-empty bowl. Completely forgot about taking a photo cos I was so eager to try it. 

The banh mi here was also nothing to crow about. It's edible if you've got a craving for vietnamese street food. That's all I can say. Flavour-wise, passable. The baguette felt a bit too crumbly, and the meats weren't as tasty as I expected them to be. In comparison the ones at Little Hanoi are so good I can't decide if I enjoy the filling or the baguette more.

They did have a dessert menu tho - something that the other place lacks. We had the "three colour combi" - loaded with broad beans, red beans and drowning in coconut milk! SO GOOD. 

It reminded me of the mixed chè I had in Hanoi.

There's an outlet in the mall near my home, so if I ever have a hankering for this particular dessert or the grilled chicken skewers I can pop in after work to get some, easy. But I don't think we'll be visiting them again for dinner proper. I'd much sooner go back to Little Hanoi. 

After dinner we swung by the slightly more upmarket grocery store (a bit more pricey, but they carry more 'gourmet' items like avocado spread and way too many types of cheese) where I got some items that my local store doesn't carry. 

That done, we headed back home where I snuck him into my room again.

We're not getting a lot of sexy time these days, so when I finally got round to nestling my face between his legs I made sure to really take my time getting his boxers off. I stroked his balls through the fabric, nuzzled Roger as he pressed up against the restraining cloth; stuck my fingertips between skin and the elastic hem of the pant leg, and fiddled with his bits for as long as I could before eventually freeing them from his underpants. 

We managed some D/s too, choking on his cock as he pushed into the back of my throat, my eyes watered, my nose watered, my mouth watered... there were tears, snot, saliva. It was delicious. 

'Good girl's were scattered throughout the course of our playtime... 

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Daddy's" *gasps as he enters me*

"That's right... Daddy's pussy, Daddy's nipples, Daddy's cocksucking mouth" *grabs my chin*

The dirty talk did him in. His own dirty talk. LOL. 

We laughed about it after that. "You realise you essentially dirty talked yourself into cumming right?"

He admitted he never really thought about it that way.. but agreed with me. 

We managed a second round even. With some face slaps, some choking - hand around throat. 

Oh so, so delicious.

And today my nipples are sore. It's been a while since I've had to shower with day-after nipple pain. 

Here's a vintage ecard that sums up the current situation quite nicely - 

And so I did. 

Friday Night Fun - A Summary

As some of you might remember, the fun started as I was writing my weekly FFF update!

When I had clicked "publish" on that post I turned around to find that BIKSS had taken off his pants. Roger was hard and ready to go, and he had me take him in my mouth. 

As he reached for my nipples I asked if I could take my top off. He nodded, pleased at my initiative. I also asked if I could remove my underwear, again, he said yes, and cautioned me to be careful and not trip and fall over again... tsk. (I fell on hands and knees taking off my shorts last Wednesday. Read about that here.)

He took his tee off while I was getting naked, and had me kneel in front of him and continue with sucking on Roger. 

Enter the foot-long ruler that he found on my desk. 

Smacks on my butt, smacks on my upper back. 

Gagging, deep-throating, tears forming in my eyes.

We get into bed, and I continue. For a long while, until he tells me to get the cane. 

He puts me perpendicular to his body, and spanks me with his hand. I'm lying over him. Yet he is in control. That strikes (no pun intended) me as funny.  

And the cane now. And the hand again. 

And then follows a good long session of thumb-fucking. 

Yup. Thumb. 

Fingers are fine. They feel good. But when he uses his thumb it feels invasive. I feel impaled. It's different. 

I am open and submit to his probing. 

More spanking. And then I am between his legs again, sucking, gagging, deep-throating. He attacks my nipples. It hurts. I stop what I'm doing and breathe. "Good girl, Daddy's little girl... " I hear him soothe me. Soothe. Yup. Again I think how funny it is that he is soothing me with his words while inflicting crazy burning pain on my nipples. 

He slaps my face, gently. Tenderly. I notice the intensity is different from some of the sessions that we've had before. 

"Are you wet?" 

I nod. 

"Check." 

I freeze. This isn't part of our usual repertoire. Does he want me to touch myself? I move my hand under me, between my legs, tentatively. He encourages me with his gaze. A slight nod. I feel myself and say, "Yes."

"Show me." 

What? I dip two fingers inside myself and remove them, lifting my hand and pulling my fingers apart to show him the string of lubrication - it makes a trail from pussy to finger to finger. 

He seems satisfied. He tells me to lie on my front and enters me from behind. 

"Daddy wants to stay inside you for a bit"... this is code for "DON'T MOVE" so that he is in control of the rhythm of our sex. 

"Hands down," he says. I move my arms which have been at my shoulder level down so that my fingers are pointing to my feet, and he grabs my neck and uses me. 

He turns us so we are lying on the side and when he finally cums he pulls out and lies on his back. I flip around and get up over him. I manage to catch most of it in my mouth, and lick up the rest after he is done. 

As we talk he starts to play with my clit. "Do you want your vibe?" he asks. I say no, because the last time I tried to have a cum it was terribly tiring. Of late I've been having trouble with it, and I really didn't need added pressure, I thought. 

I tell him about the most recent attempt, and he tells me to get the vibe anyway. "I'll help you," he says. 

And so I get the vibe and hold it against myself. He uses his fingers in magical ways, and it doesn't take long for me to cum. 

It's a strong one, and I make a sound, and I don't stop making those sounds because he is inside me fucking my sensitive pussy again. 

I am lost in the sensations and feel a pillow over my mouth. He's muffling the sounds. 

"She's back" he says, meaning the tenant has returned home and is in the room next to mine. 

Ah, that explains the pillow. 

It was all good. Way better than the Friday afternoon I had had. 

Stressed and Plugged

That's me. 

The termites have won. 

Dry wood mites are un-killable. 

I'm having another fella look at the kitchen cupboards tomorrow. But he's already predicted that we're looking at a very slim chance of successfully getting rid of the critters.  

I wish the guys doing my kitchen woulda told me that. 

Only last Saturday did I actually manage to get one of them to say that mine was the first such case they've actually handled. I wish I had known that sooner. 

Anyway, the solution will be to either tear down the entire kitchen and redo it (that will cost about 5 grand) or else I will just have to live with it. 

I suppose I'll live with it. 

In any case, I needed some serious stress relief today. 

BIKSS was kind enough to make that happen. Also, I've been getting my period every 20 days or so, which isn't normal. Not to mention it doesn't leave a lot of no-period days in between for us to play and get kinky. 

So it was perfect that the stars lined up for us this evening. I didn't have plans. He made plans to meet me for dinner. I woke up horny as f*ck this morning. And told him so. Plus I needed some stress relief. 

All that made for a perfect play-date this evening. 

"Shall we have dinner first? Or play first?"

"Let's fuck", was the reply. I'm down with that. 

We didn't play with a LOT of toys. Just a particular jewel plug that hasn't been employed since it was brought back from Germany in October of 2016. 

*Gasp*... what?

Yeap. BIKSS reminded me today that it's been sitting in the drawer all this time. And we should have some fun with it tonight.

He came by and we got straight to getting Roger in my mouth. Gosh but I needed some of that choking and gagging. 

Then some fondling and fingering down below, some tweaking and pinching up top. He grabbed my hair; smacked my butt, my thighs, my pussy. I had my clit clip on. It was crazy intense. He wrapped his hand around my neck, shoved Roger all the way in to the back of my throat; slapped my face - this way and that, then the side of my boob, then back up to my cheek, the side of my chin. It was good. SO GOOD.

We dug out the plug and the lube and I was surprised by how easily it slid in. It didn't feel uncomfortable at all. 

THIS PLUG

I suppose I must really have been horny enough. 

He got on top of me and FINALLY we fucked. And then he took a picture. First time I had the jewel plug in me and all that.

After the wipe up he gave me my spanks. The plug was still in my butt. I could feel it with Every. Single. Spank. 

Here's a tip - if you don't want to focus on the pain from having your ass whooped - wear a plug. I guarantee you'll hardly notice the tingling on your behind cos you'll be too busy concentrating on the intruder IN your behind. 

He was spanking from above me, away from me, and my head was buried in the pillow. But I was having a hard time (and he knew it) so he lay down beside and held me against him before continuing.

I remember making a whole ton of noise tonight. He cooed as he cuddled and spanked until I relaxed into him. That's when he stopped and asked "Will you be having that cum now?"

Cum? oh yeah. That's right. I DID say I was feeling super horny, right? 

We got the vibe out and he assisted with fingers inside me. For some reason it took way longer than usual for me to get there, but (and I remember saying this too!) I swore I was "going to have my cum if it's the last thing I do!"

I did get there, eventually, and it was probably the longest cum I've ever had. I usually have a a quick one - build-up, ZING, then done. Today's took some effort, tho, and when it did finally happen it felt like it was in SLOW MO. Not the usual burst and quick contractions, but rather, a slow 'spill' followed by smaller ones after...  I can only say it was more like a cum "pushing" thru rather than "bursting" forth. You know? And the clenching - where I usually have quick throbby ones, today's were more spaced out, but long and intense.

Did that even make sense? Anyway, it 'lasted' longer than usual and BIKSS took the opportunity to get back inside me and fuck me again. I was in a stupor by this time. 

"Lift" and my legs automatically did what he said.

After we were done he motioned for me to come cuddle and I actually said "I can't move. Everything is dead from the waist down." LOL

But he stuck an arm under my neck anyway, and cuddle me he did!

[The question on my mind now, is, How do non kinky people get stress relief?]

Christmas is Coming 20 - The Long One - Where I got Spanked and Fucked

First an update. The Anello bag arrived on Monday (see previous post) and I am super happy with it. I managed to stuff EVERYTHING I need into it. It's a tight fit, but it works!

Also, we didn't go and get the crop after all because I had to run an errand and Daddy wasn't able to drop by earlier... so we're saving that for another time.

(*Long Post Advisory* - and might make you horny too!)

So BIKSS came round after work on Monday. He was supposed to hop into the shower but we got carried away. I climbed on him and we started kissing - that kind of crazy kissing that two people do when they haven't seen each other for eons. Only our kissing always ALWAYS involves his hand wrapped around my throat. Which is the way  all kisses should be, imo.

I was lying on top of him and kissing his neck - which I know really gets him going - but after a time it ended up more like HE was calling the shots!

Of course it's not fair cos he pulled my hair and that just turns me to mush straightaway. 

Then he reached between my legs, panties on, and rubbed all my special bits through the fabric and that was hot all in its own way. I could feel the wetness soaking thru my knickers, getting them messed up, but he didn't seem to care. 

He spent quite some time with his hand between my legs while we continued kissing, and then slipped his fingers between my folds, deftly pushing aside my underwear to gain access. 

I reminded him that he had wanted to take a shower, so soon he stopped, got up and started undressing. When he had taken off his boxers he stepped up to where my head was on the pillow and bade me say hello to Roger. Which I did. Gladly. 

BIKSS was enjoying having Roger in my mouth. And he continued to finger me, I think at one point he gave me some spanks which made me quite the happy little . He pushed his cock into the back of my throat and I  gagged and started tearing. He enjoys that. Roger too. The more I choke the harder he gets, and before long he said, "Daddy wants to come". I looked up at him as he shot his load all the way in the back. Satisfied, he headed off to shower. 

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As we were cuddling we talked about being dominant and submissive. Am I submissive enough? Is what we do only kink in the bedroom? What about when we're out? I shared that I don't feel I'm giving him enough. 

He pointed out to me that I do show deference when we're together, and I come to him for opinions and advice, and look to him for comfort and reassurance, even when we're apart. And that's what a Daddy dom should be, he reckons. What *MY* Daddy dom needs to be for me. 

As we talked he gave me more examples. The bottom line is that he is satisfied that even though he doesn't ask me to kneel, or present (all the time), or sit at his feet, as a show of my obedience, KNOWING that I would whenever he told me to is enough for him. And he stated rather than asked - "If I wanted you to kneel on the floor now, with your head on my lap, you would."

Of course I would. That's a given. 

And that is what his dominance means to him. 

Ok, then. Now that that's sorted. 

He went on to say that knowing I let him do all the kinky things to me that he wants, that is my submission too. 

"Like this," he says as he slaps my cheek. I look up at him and wait for another. 

He goes on, and my pussy contracts. Roger is twitching too. We start playing again, how could we not. 

He turns my head so he can slap the other cheek. I gasp. And my breathing changes. He wraps his hand round my throat, I can barely keep my eyes open. He gets up and reaches for his DIY cuffs. We've never played with them so it was a first for us. He had my arms lifted behind / above me, as I lay on my back. They're attached to a lanyard which he used to keep my hands in place. 

And with his other hand he went to town on my girly bits. He fingered my pussy and rubbed my clit in turn, sometimes to the point of almost hurting, at others barely touching me, making me push up my hips to increase the pressure. 

He went on for too long. I looked hopefully at his cock, barely an inch from my face. He knows what I want when I look at Roger like that. 

"No." 

"No?" 

"No." 

Great. No Roger. Instead he continued to pinch my nipples, slap my boobs, my face, everywhere. He slapped my pussy, I bucked and wriggled.

Wait. That's a noisy toy. What? 

He had gotten Cap'n Silver and pressed it against my clit. His finger was still inside me and his cock, in my mouth. 

He played with me for quite a while before I caved and asked if I could hold the vibe and have a cum. 

"It's about time", he smirked. 

(Later on he made a comment about how strong my thighs were! I was squeezing them together as I held the vibe up against myself. On some days it's harder to cum and this usually helps to move things along for me... he also mentioned how once or twice he was close to pulling out because I was crushing his forearm LOL.) 

When I had had an almighty cum he pulled his cock out of my mouth and fucked me silly. I was super sensitive, both from the extended foreplay and a great massive cum, as well as mentally in the right space after all that rough handling. He continued to grab, choke, slap. The works. It was glorious!

As he was about to cum he pulled out and stood by the bed, aimed at my face and jerked off over my mouth. I don't think he was too concerned about hitting his target tho because I ended up with a "There's Something About Mary" hair gel situation, along with spunk on my eyelid, cheek, just everywhere in the face vicinity.

(Funny thing, I mentioned the movie to Daddy and he said he had never seen it. I found that a little strange because it seems like the kind of film he would watch.) 

After a cleanup in the bathroom we got back to cuddling and more talking. 

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"Fetch the implements," he said. 

I looked over to the table. "What no cane?"

That's my favourite you see. 

He had chosen the back-scratcher, the purple rubber spanker (not shown - go here for pics) and the Christmas paddle and laid them on the desk.

(Some of the toys we use for spanking)

"Can I trade one of them for the cane?" He agreed and I tossed out the back-scratcher. I did ask if he wanted the cane with the hook or the knot at the end... he chose knot. That one is a little heavier but not as whippy as the one with the hook. 

Seeing as we had planned to have a rather thorough spanking session,  I figured I might as well enjoy it as best I could. 

Remember the 50 spanks - with each implement - that we agreed on? It turns out he meant to use his hand too. So that makes it 200 then?

After plenty of smacks with the rubber spanker (I bet there were more than 50) he went on to use the cane. That was pleasant enough, considering we're talking about a spanking here. After that he went on to the Christmas paddle. I figured it out tho. The reason why it seemed more than 50 was because he was doing 50 PER CHEEK! He tends to do them in sets of 10. For ease of counting, I suppose. But the last set with the paddle was only 9 each. Uh-oh. 

After that he continued with lovely hand-spanks till he had reached his number. Then picked up the Christmas paddle again. I knew it. I KNEW IT. 

The last two (one on each cheek) hurt like bluddy anything. Bringing the grand total to 400! Admittedly they weren't all level 10 strokes, but still!

I shrieked and laughed at the same time. Then looked accusingly at him - "That's why there were only 9 right? That last set - I counted." 

"Uh-huh,"  was his reply. And then he grinned, chucked away all the spanking tools and gave me some right ol' loving! 

The Return of The Wet Spot

Hello from across the border :) Well, I'm back now, cos there was no internet for me across the border. BIKSS wanted to get the car polished and it's way cheaper there than where we live. So, ROAD TRIP! Albeit a mini one. 

First, we had lunch. I HAD to share this:

Its spinach in a sesame seed dressing. Tasted better than it looked. And it reminded me of a decapitated Groot. I'm sorry. I like Groot too. But that's all I saw when I looked at it. 

Also, we feasted on a boat of raw fish. 

There was salmon, octopus, clams and white tuna on that "boat".  Now, I never used to eat sashimi (except for salmon) cos I didn't dare before. So this is one of those things that I must say BIKSS is responsible for. We had gone to a Japanese restaurant one day (not too long ago, in fact) and he said let's have some sashimi. And I agreed cos I figured if I didn't like it he could just eat the whole lot. As it turns out, I DO like it. Some more than others. But I find myself being more adventurous when he's around. So hurray for new experiences with Daddy.

And here's saving the best for last. I like sashimi. I like chips. I like wasabi mayonnaise. Ta-da!

As far as my taste buds go, this is a pretty damned near-perfect combination!

After lunch we went to look for the car-polishing place and after sorting that out, we traipsed on foot in search of "a dingy hotel we can slip into". Those were my words. The night before. I think BIKSS is upset with me for having uttered them out loud and making it a reality. 

It turns out he had seen a small hotel nearby but their online rates were WAY different from walk-in rates. And it wasn't really worth spending all that money on a couple hours' worth of cuddle time. So we looked across the road and decided to chance it at another hotel. "You did say 'dingy'" he reminded me. 

I was a good sport tho. "Yup. Let's go there!" 

After all, how bad could it be right? 

HAHAHAHA. And now I know. 

Still, lumpy bed and pillows notwithstanding, we found ourselves incorporating some kinky playtime ingredients which had been missing from sexy-time for a while now. 

SPANKS! I GOT SPANKS! My butt was itching. It wasn't sure how to react to the force of the smacks. My skin was unused to the sensations. It was rather amusing. 

Then Daddy grabbed my hair while I was sucking on Roger. And held my head down while he fucked my mouth. Again, it felt like a brand new sensation all over again. This hiatus from kinky sex is good for ONE thing - rediscovery. 

My eyes teared, I choked and threw up a little in my throat, and according to BIKSS he felt me break out in a sweat. 

Which brings me to something I think many people overlook - it's one thing to have a safeword but also super important is a Dom who is ALWAYS present and aware and alert to the things that are going on in his/her sub's body - breathing, facial expression, muscle tension etc. 

And we are also happy to announce the return of THE WET SPOT! 

OK so it gets a little bit gritty from this point on. Details (not of the sexy kind) might be a little bit TMI for some so consider yourself warned. 

Sex had been so rare the last half a year (and I didn't want to mess up the new sofa bed on account it's well, a sofa, during the day and I didn't want spots on it!) and we haven't actually had the luxury of Daddy cumming inside me (which used to happen when I was on the pill, or when we could actually have sex when I was safe). 

So this time round he DID. Cum inside me I mean. And that means that when we went at it again we made a wet spot! And I don't know if it happens to you guys too, but with us it has often been that when we go round 2 after he's cum inside during round 1, all that pumping generally means the area under me gets wet and mucky. 

I don't think we've had a wet spot for half a year, maybe more. So I was happy for its return :)

And I'm hoping for MORE MORE MORE!!

His Hand Around my Neck

When he wraps his hand around my neck.
I know he doesn't look for panic in my eyes.
There isn't any.
He doesn't watch me shiver in fear.
Because there exists none.
It gets harder to breathe.
He knows it. And I know he knows.
It fills me with lust.
My brain alternates between sucking in air,
and exhaling as I moan in pleasure.
My eyes flicker open, I see him looking at me.
He watches. Closely.
Not for signs of distress, but for hints of encouragement.
For I trust him to know me. And I know he knows.
I smile. While I double my effort to take in oxygen, I smile.
My eyelids flutter back shut.
As I float back to focusing on the physical sensations.
Knowing I am safe. Always safe.
With his hand around my neck.