Hotel Play.

He asks me if I'm ready to serve more of his friends.  And I respond with a "I trust you."  Hours later, he texts me a time and location.

"Yes sir.  Will you be there?"
"I want to be sooooo mean and not tell you. But yes I will be there. Be mentally prepared."
"Thank you for telling me."
"Kisses.  And you did great the other night and you will do great tomorrow. No getting down on yourself."
"Yes sir."

Soon after he asks if I am excited and I tell him I am but I'm also nervous.  He says he wants me calm and happy.

"I am always happy to be with you.  As for calm, once I adjust to where I am, I should be fine."
"Good girl."

"Make sure your ass is clean and ready. Actually go in early, go to a sex store, buy a butt plug.  I will pay for it. A nice size one. And have it in your clean ass when you show up. If you see anything else in the store you like send me a picture."

As I prepared to go out that night, I underestimated how much time it would take so I was running a little late.  I figured out how to get to one of the more decent sex stores and got there.  I didn't know where to start so I asked one of the girls working for some help.  I picked out the one that I thought would be the right fit.  I paid and took a look at a couple other things in the store.  I took a picture of a couple things.  I left and tried to grab a cab and I was very unsuccessful.  I started walking towards the bar I knew was single stall.  It was crowded which I expected given the time.  I found the bathroom and thankfully it was free.  I opened the box to the butt plug and opened the single use lube I had gotten.  As I lubed my bottom and the butt plug, I heard a knock at the bathroom door and laughed at myself.  I couldn't believe that I was putting in a butt plug in a bathroom of a bar that I frequent at the request of him.  I got it in and every move I made I felt it.  I texted him and told him I'm going to be a couple minutes late, and he was okay with it.  I attempted to grab another cab, but failed again and walked over to the hotel.

Inside the hotel was packed, and I did not see him.  I sat down by the elevators and about 10 minutes later he found me.  He had me lock my arm on his and we walked closer to the hotel bar.

"Are you okay with waiting here for a couple minutes while I go find my friends?"

I told him I was and I stood by one of the plants.  A short while later, he came back with a backpack and the key to the hotel room.

"I forgot my bag in the car, I had to go get it."

He took my hand and we walked to the elevators to the room.  As we stood by the elevators, he grew impatient because they were taking a while.  The crowd going to the club was large and security made sure that they weren't crowding the area.  He leaned in and gave me a deep kiss, which I wasn't expecting.  The elevators came and we got in.  He asked me how I was doing and I said I was nervous.  He responded with, "I want you calm."

We got to the 5th floor and I followed his lead.  He gives me a time line of what is to happen.  I have 20 minutes to relax and do what I need to do.  I am to put my blindfold on and kneel on the floor at the corner of the bed waiting for whoever is coming,  When s/he enters the room, I am to do what s/he says.

"Do you want a quick spanking before I go?"
"Yes sir."

He has me take my pants down and I quickly do.  He gives me a quick 5 minute spanking and he leaves me to be.  After about 20 minutes, I get in position and put my blindfold on.  Every sound I hear has me jumping out of my skin because I don't know what to expect.  I finally hear the hotel door click and I know someone has entered the room.

To be continued...

Rushing Endorphins.

As I knelt in front of him, he asked

"What do you want?"
"To not think."

He kicks me down the to floor.  I'm surprised, because it wasn't what I was expecting.  I'm facing away from him so all I can here is him shuffling around.  All I feel next is his belt across my bottom.  He hits me a couple more times and I scream out.

"Sir, it hurts..."
"You said you didn't want to think."

He continues beating me.  I contemplate throwing my hands back to cover myself, but I know better.  So I just lay on the floor and squirm.  Trying to block out the pain I hold onto my hands.  He stops, lays on top of me and starts biting by back. I bite myself hard in two places to try and get my concentration elsewhere but it doesn't work. I scream out, before I know it I'm saying no.

"Did I just hear a 'no' come out of your mouth?"

He get back to beating with his belt.  I scream out and after a couple more whacks, I don't feel anything anymore.  He continues to belt me and I'm silent and numb.  Then all of a sudden, I feel the bite of the belt on the side of my leg and it wakes me up. I moan out again.

"Do you want a break or more?"
"More please."

He grabs the paddle and tells me that he will stop when I ask him to stop.  He continues to spank me with the paddle. After a while passes, I start begging him to stop.  He does.

Bed Time.

While he was finishing up some work at his desk, I cuddled up in a huge comfy leather chair with a book.  I read a couple chapters but I felt my eyes getting heavy and I started dozing off.  He saw me out of the corner of his eye and got up.

"Babe, it's late.  Come on, let's put you to bed." he said as he reached his hand out.

In a daze, I reached for his hand and followed him to our bed.  I change and put on one of his tee's and crawled under the covers.  He sat down and kissed me on the forehead and said, "I'm just going to finish up a couple things, I'll be back in a little."

"But I wanted to go to bed with you.  If you have more work to do, I can read a little more with you then we can go to bed together." I say.

"No, you were barely keeping your eyes open before.  You haven't been sleeping much lately.  I want you to go to bed now.  Don't you dare stay up." He says as he tucks me in and then he leaves back to his office.

I realize I can't fall back asleep so I reach for my phone to check my emails.  There are more than a couple, so I delete some and as I'm replying back to the last one, he walks into the room.

He clears his throat and says "Didn't I tell you not to stay up?"

I look up and say "Yes, but I couldn't fall back asleep..."

He goes to turn on the light, and I pull the blanket over my head.

"You've been tossing and turning the past couple of nights.  And on that phone of your's a lot in bed because you can't fall asleep."

I'm frustrated and I don't want to talk, so I flip over to my stomach and bury my face into my pillow.  As tears fill my eyes, I try not to make a sound.

"Well, if you won't talk to me, I'll just spank it out of you." he declares.

"No, you can't.  I won't let you.  I refuse.  I am not in the mood for a spanking.  I didn't even do anything wrong." I bark back at him from under the covers.

He responds with, "Actually, I asked you nicely to go to bed and you didn't.  I wasn't asking because you need to be told when to go to bed, but because I knew you've been having trouble lately sleeping and I thought you'd just listen to me and actually go to bed.  So yes, you defied me.  Therefore, I will spank you.  And you are being quite bratty, if I do say so myself."

I knew he was right.  But I had no intention of making it easy for him.  I cocooned myself in the blanket.  I heard him sigh and shuffle around.  Then I feel him sit on the bed.

"I know you don't want this spanking, but you're going to get it anyway.  So by the count of three, I want you to get out from under those covers and positive yourself over my lap.  One. Two. Three."

I don't budge. I know what he asked, but stress from work is eating at me and spanking isn't going to cure it.  I know. As I think about work, I get overwhelmed and I start sniffling.  Because I'm deep in thought, I don't realize he has practically fought through the covers to get me.  I see his hand so I give up and come out from under the covers.

"Over my lap." He says sternly.  Even with tears in my eyes, he's unwavering because I didn't talk to him before.  So I position myself over his lap.  He pulls my panties down to my knees and spanks me with his hand.  I start to whimper and squirm.  My hand makes its way back to cover my ass. And he clears his throat.  "You know better." he says.  As I move my hand, with the hand he's not using, he grabs my wrist and pins my arm behind my back.

"25, hard ones with the hair brush.  I want you to count each one and say 'I will go to bed at a decent time.' after each one."
"Yes, sir."

He starts and I cry out.  By the 15th one, I am blubbering and my sentences are barely coherent. "It just hurts so much.  I'm sorry for not listening to you.  Please sir, can you stop.  I've learned my lesson." I say while sobbing.  He stops and rubs me and I cringe.  I'll definitely be feeling this tomorrow.  I calm down as he continues to rub me.

"Hey, put your head on that pillow and lay on your stomach so I can continue to rub your bottom."  I do as he says but I don't look at him.  "Oh and face me." he says as I was about to face away from him.  I don't look at his face and tears begin to fall again.  He wipes away my tears with the pads of his thumbs, and says "Shhh, I know, you're high strung from work.  But staying up all night isn't going to help you out.  It's just going to wear you down. Just try to get some rest."  As he says that, I move close to him and put my head against his chest.  As he gently rubs my bottom, I slowly drift into a deep sleep.

30 Seconds.

I got to his place and I sent him a text.

"Here."

He didn't respond but a few minutes later, I heard him buzz me in.  I walked up the stairs and he opened the door.

"Hi."
"Hi."
"Put your stuff down over there. Grab a drink from the fridge.  Or if you want a real drink, make one."
"No, I have to drive later."

I put down my bag and jacket and take off my blazer. And I get a bottle of water from the fridge.  I walk into his room and he's watching tv.  He looks over at me and walks towards me.  After some kissing, there's a long hug, after a few seconds I relax.  He grabs the base of my hair and pulls my head back and it makes me so wanton for him.  He nibbles on my ear and I moan out.  But then I see a look in his eye.  He puts his hand against my neck and starts to choke me.  Slowly, he pushes me up against the closet wall and let's go.  He then starts again and slowly I start to rise to my tippy toes, trying to escape  but I don't succeed.  I almost start gasping and he lets go of my throat.  He slaps me across the face several times and I hate it.  My ears stop ringing and he straightens his arm, looks at me straight in the eyes and he puts his right hand tightly around my neck.  I feel myself giving out.  When I start to come back I see him looking at me and I'm laying on the floor.

"Welcome back.  How long did you think you were out for?"

He asks and I blink my eyes a couple times and he says

"5 seconds, 30 seconds, a minute?"

I couldn't tell, so I respond with a minute.

"You were out for about 30 seconds." he says with a huge smile on his face.

"Lay there and rest for a little, I'll right be back."

First Drop.

We've been in this relationship for just over 3 months and it's my very first time feeling this way. I don't know if this is what sub drop is exactly about, but I think this is it.  I feel sick, needy, tired, and so unsure of how to feel about the session last night.  I just want to crawl up into a ball and throw a blanket over my head, which is probably what I'm going to do.

Last night, I was so happy and so fine. But it was much different than it had been before.  And of course, I choose to pick the hardest communication line with him when I should be using a more direct line of communication because I don't know how to explain myself. Not to mention he has a lot on his plate, but he did manage to get back to me not to long ago. Even when I am so unsure, I don't get how his response grounds me so much.  I guess that's why I've stuck with him.

I've made plans with my best friend to try to help with the drop because she is the person I want to be with when I want to be alone.  She is my rock.  So, eating yummy things and hanging out with the one person who knows the ins and outs of me should help me ease this.

-edit-
I'm still feeling pretty lousy, but he has reassured me several times this morning with texts.
It makes me feel loads better.  I guess time needs to pass.

His Friends.

It's now been a couple months since I've been S' sub. A while back, he had asked me if I wanted to serve his friends.  Being the person I am, it took a long time for me to answer the question.  I finally agreed and I talked to the girl for a while and a date was set.

She had told me just to ring the buzzer when I got to the apartment. So I did.  

S had texted me earlier.

"When are you meeting with them?"
"7:30."

"Are you ready?"
"That's a good question."

"How are you feeling?"
"Nervous."

As I was walking up to the third floor, my nerves were getting the best of me.  I almost stopped and turned around.  But she had been so nice and made me feel so comfortable when we met, I couldn't do that to her.  And I didn't want to disappoint S. So I took a breather and knocked on the door.  She answered and let me in.

I met him for the first time and it was also the first time I got a look at what he looked like.  Very handsome.  He took my coat and asked if I wanted anything to drink.  I asked for a glass of red wine and he went to pour me a glass.  

"Oh, take a seat." They both said.

I sat at one end of the couch and she sat at the other, leaving room for him to sit in the middle.  He handed me my glass and I thanked him.  Still not knowing what to expect, I slowly sipped on my wine and we began talking a little.  At first just general questions then more into the kink we do.

"So tell me about some of the things you've done with S."
"Uh...everything"
"So shy."

"Just start off with one thing."

"Hmm."
"Well when was the last time you saw him?"
"Yesterday.  So it's not hard to come up with something.  He blindfolded me yesterday."

"Ah that must have been fun."
"Yes, very."

Conversation started to cease and we all got busy.

Silk Scarf.

"Kneel." He says as he throws a pillow from the bed onto the floor.

He walks over with a silk scarf in his had and before he put it on, I knew it was about to blindfold me.  He ties the scarf over my eyes.

"Can you see anything?
"No sir."
"Good."

After some play...

"Lay down on the floor. You can use the pillow on your head."

I hear his shuffling around and then I hear him say...

"How many people do you think are in this room?"
"Uh, one?"
"So besides me, there's only one?"

I try listen harder to feet shuffling around, and I can't tell.

"Well two, if you count me..."
"Hahaha. How are you going to please my friends?"

At that very moment I froze.  We had talked about this, but I didn't think it was coming any time soon. I started to stutter and my palms started to get sweaty.

"Do you want them to take your mouth or your pussy?"
"I... Uh..."

With that he spit into my mouth, so I knew he was by my head.  All I could think was how much I didn't want to disappoint him.

"Answer the question."
"In my mouth sir."
"Good. Oh, there's no one else in this room.  It's just me and you today."

With that last sentence I was flooded with relief.  He undid my blindfold and had a big grin on his face.  And all I could do was stare at him in relief.

Four Weeks.

I saw him for the first time in over four weeks.  He had been busy and so had I and we just couldn't get a time to work out.

I was running late and the train just wasn't coming.  I hopped off the subway station and I decided to take a taxi, which is something I never do.  I get to his place and I text him.  He buzzes me in and I walk up the stairs and he opens the door and says hi.  I say hi back.  He kisses me and pins me against the wall while kissing me and I melt. I apologize for being late.  He takes my bag and wallet and places it on the floor and tells me to follow him. So I do.

"Clean this shelf, I'm going to be in my room for about 10 minutes. And kneel here when you're done." I look at the shelf and it is covered in a layer of dust.  "Yes, sir." He walks into his room and I get to work.  Soon, I finish and I kneel.  I hear him on the phone coming down the hallway.  He comes behind me and grabs my hair and puts my head against him.  As he continues his conversation, he tells me to move things to the shelf I just cleaned.  I do as I say.  He gets off the phone and we rearrange the stuff on his shelf.  At one point we do a little dance and he backs me into the shelf and kisses me.

We finish rearranging and he walks over to an adjustable stool and lowers the height. He unbuckles my pants and has me lay over the stool.  As I lay over, I hear his unbuckle his belt and I get the feeling that he's going to spank me with his belt.  With the first lash of his belt, I moan out in pain.  He continues to spank me with his belt and I cry out from the pain.  He stops and feels the slickness between my legs.

"Oh, what is this here? Answer my question."
"I'm very wet, sir."
"I can see that."

He slips a finger into me and I moan out in pleasure. He stops suddenly and starts spanking me with the belt again.

Clothespin Paradise.

After a scrumptious scene with yummy sex and a break, we moved into another scene.

He's hard again, and I almost don't understand how because the break we took was merely 15 minutes.

"Turn around, lay on your back, and have you're head hang off the side of the bed."

I listen to what he says, and slowly he begins to put his cock into my mouth.  I feel him down my throat and I start to tense up.  I can't breathe and I can't help but try to get up to catch my breath.  It happens a couple times and he stops and lets me catch my breath.

"Get back into position, but put you're hands on the floor"

I do as he says and he replies with "Perfect."

He grabs his flogger and starts lightly flogging my breasts.  It starts getting harder and harder and I start squirming.

I thank him for flogging me and he stops.

He walks to his dresser and comes back.  I see that he has clothespins in his hand and immediately I know what he's going to do.

I cry out "Noooo." and he laughs.

He places them on my nipples and he starts flogging my breasts with them on.

"You can scream all you want, but stop moving."

It hurts and I start screaming and beg him to stop.  He snaps the clothespins off my nipple and it hurts so bad.  Both of them fall to the floor and I sigh in relief.  Then I see him pick one up and search for the other.  He finds it and grabs two more.  He puts them back on my nipples and his hand comes down to my clit and puts one there.

"UGHHHHH." I moan out, it hurts.

"Which one hurts more?"

"My nipples, sir."

He continues with the flogging and I scream out, increasingly getting wet from the clothespin on my clit.  The unbearable pain on my nipples, I can't stand but the pain on my clit is dangerously delicious.  I soak it up while also wanting it to stop.

He takes the clothespins on my nipples and has me kneel on the floor with one still on my clit.  I scramble to get up and do as he says.  As I kneel, he tells me to stick my tongue out.  I do and he places a clothespin on my tongue.

"Spread your knees."

I obey and he starts to very gently flog me between my legs.  And once again, I moan out in pain and incoherently thank him for flogging me.  After a short while, his flogging isn't as gentle as before and he has me begging to stop the pain.

He stops and puts the flogger down and goes to take the clothespin on my clit.  I scream out in pain from the blood rushing back.  He finishes by taking off the clothespin on my tongue.

New World

Writing has always been one of the things that ground me when I'm in need of processing events in my life. And this is a big happening. Not to mention the fact that I've disclosed the nature of this relationship to my best friend, which by far has been one of the hardest things I've done in a very long time.  It's a whole new world to me.

If you would've told me even a couple months ago this is where I'd be with this thing I do, I would've told you to get out of here.  It all started out with spankings and now it's moved onto a totally different realm. I'm a  submissive to a dominant right now.  I didn't think a day would come where I would actually be in this position, but here I am.

I was going to try to blog all of my sessions, but it has been proven difficult.  Not to mention the fact that I don't want to put out every single moment we have together.  With him, I have gone places I have never gone before.  I don't know if this is now an inherent part of me, but he has opened a door that I will not be able to close any time soon.  I guess I'll figure it out as I go.

Rough Play.

Disclaimer: This post contains contents that are sexually graphic/degrading in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip.  Thanks.

Part II.

While my ears were still ringing, he started to count down the seconds I had to answer the question. I was disoriented and I said I didn't know what an appropriate message was and he gave me a look. 

"If you don't pick one before I count down to one, you're going to lose you're reward."
"Uh, can I please have just a message?"

I laid on my stomach and he gave me a message. After he finished he told me to flip over on my back so I did. He got on top of me facing my legs and started playing with my clit. I was on overdrive, and I couldn't contain myself. 

"I've barely played with you for 10 seconds and you're ready to come?"
He goes to bite my thigh and I call out. 
"Sir, I need to wear a bikini tomorrow."
"Ok. If you come before I say you can, there will be serious consequences. You will cry."

I started to beg to come and he kept denying me. Soon enough he dipped two fingers into my dripping sex and had me arching. 

"I don't hear you asking. You better not come without permission."
"Sir pleasssse."

He teased my g-spot and I started begging even harder. At the right moment, he allowed me to come. 

Clammy Clamps.

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Part I

I know I said that I would expand on the events of my first meeting but it's now a week later and the events of 2 Friday's ago has very much blurred into a memory that I cannot tell straight.  But I did see S this afternoon.  He had been away and I will be away until Thursday, so earlier this afternoon is when we met.

Over our correspondence, I had asked him to help me stop texting while I drive.  I had done it twice since I asked him and he said that I would be punished for doing so.  With knowing that I'm getting punished for texting, I texted one more time.  At the time, I didn't even think twice about doing it because it had just been a habit of mine but a while later, I had realized and my line of thought was 'I already did it twice, one more time isn't a big deal.' Boy was I wrong.

I got to S' place on time and waited for him to get me at the door.  I played some music to help me level out.  He got me at the door and asked:

"Are you excited?"
"I'm nervous."
"Are you at least kind of excited?"
"Uh, I'm a little nervous."

We got into his place and he told me to put my stuff down.  He had me come into the room and asked if I wanted to be there, which I replied, yes I want to be here. We were standing and he gave me a hug and started spanking me over my pants. He kept going, and I started to squirm.
                
"What are you forgetting?"
"Uhmm... Owwww..."
"What are you forgetting?"
"Uhmm..."
"I'm going to keep going until you remember."
"Oh, thank you Sir."
"Good girl."

He looked at me, and told me it was time for my punishment.  He asked me if I had texted any more after I had told him that I had.  I told him I had, and his eyes grew bigger.

"Take off your clothes and get into position."

Someone New.

I've started to explore this ever so big kinky world and I've stepped into play with a new someone.  We were suppose to meet 3 weeks ago, but I cancelled because I had a world of getting ready for a job I had which I didn't anticipate until it came to the week before I had to go away for my job.  But he was understanding, so I gave him a message back when I came back.  I had originally planned to meet after Labor Day but we happened to both be free on Friday morning, so I agreed. Little did I know what kind of morning I was going to have.  I'm utterly exhausted, but details are soon to follow.

Power Exchange.

Disclaimer: This post contains a story sexual in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

I had just come home and collapse on the couch.  It had been an extremely rough shift at work and all I keep thinking is that I wasn't ready for the night I was suppose to have.  I have roughly a hour and a half to get ready.  I peel myself off my couch to run the bath water, turn on some music, set an alarm for 30 minutes, pour myself a glass of Riesling, turn the water off and get into the tub.

As I finish my wine, I start to relax and doze off.  In what seems like 2 minutes later, my alarm goes off.  I open my eyes and I don't feel any better.  I finish washing up, I get out of the tub and walk back to the living room to grab my phone.  I see that I have a text from him so I open it.  It says "I'm running a little late, can you come here instead of me going to you?"  I text him back, "No problem, I'll leave in about 45 minutes."

I walk into my room, and I see that he has bought me the new dress and put it in my room, which brings a smile to my face.  No wonder he's running late.  What is he up to?  I pull out a pair of red pumps and pick out a pair of earrings that go with the dress. I finish getting ready and get the dress on.  He is good at this.  And I head out.

I get to his place and the doorman lets me in.  I take the elevator to his apartment and let myself in.  I hear the shower running so I go to his room and sit on his bed.  I guess I was in deep thought because I don't realize that he's in the room, "You look fabulous."  He startles me, but I respond with "Only because of you" and get up to give him a kiss.  God, he looks good in just a towel.  

After the kiss he says, "You don't give yourself enough credit, you're beautiful because you're you. Give me 10 minutes, I"ll be ready."  I sit back on the bed and I watch him get ready.  He puts his suit and tie on and I get up to fix his crooked tie.  I didn't think it was possible but I think he looks even better in that suit than when he's naked. 

We leave his apartment and 20 minutes later, we're at the venue for his company party.  My stomach growls as we walk in and he gives me a look but we're greeted by his co-workers and he goes to grab me a drink.  He comes back with a martini and whispers in my ear, "Don't drink too much tonight." And goes back to his people.  He is definitely up to something tonight.  First the dress and now the sudden limit on drinks.

The party comes to an end and we leave the venue, we get in the car and he starts driving.  I don't mean to, but I fall asleep.  I don't know how long it's been, but the car stopping wakes me.  I realize we're not at his apartment, but at his beach house.

I look at him and ask him "I knew you were up to something.  How long have we been driving?" and he says, "About 2 hours."  He unlocks the car and gets out and gets a small suitcase from the trunk.  I get out of the car and follow him into the house.

Rocked World

Total vanilla post, I just need an outlet.  Skip over if you want.

My world has just been rocked lately. Besides from not yet hearing back from a job that I've suppose to have gotten, my grandpa's been diagnosed with advanced stage 3 stomach cancer.  He's already had his stomach removed and the next course of action is radiation and chemotherapy.  I've spent a great deal of time this week at the hospital watching my, seemingly otherwise healthy-looking, grandfather recover from surgery.  At least surgery went well, and there are no complications from it.

I'm just feeling so conflicted.  My grandfather is 83 years old. He has raised me as much as my parents have, which goes for my sister and all of my cousins.  I love him and I want him to live forever.  As much as I know that people can't live forever.  But at almost 84 years old, I can't seem to agree with the decision to do chemotherapy when he's done with recovering from surgery.  I just don't think it would be a good quality of life.  My grandmother definitely doesn't know what's going on and my uncle didn't want me to say anything to her about it.  So she thinks surgery then chemo will be a cure all.  God, I do wish that was the case because then I would be on board.  But this is not a fight that I can get myself into.  This is not my decision.  And that is the only thing I can say to myself every time this comes up in conversation.  Even my parents don't really understand what is going on.

I don't know what I'm doing. I don't even know how to feel.  I really just don't know.

Tickets Schmi-kets

As I drive to his place, I try to think of how to explain to him what happened.  Because no matter what I say,  I'm going to end up over his knee or the bed for a spanking. Damn it, I knew I shouldn't have, but I did anyway.

Earlier that day:

I had been driving home from work and I had gotten a text from my best friend.  I hadn't talked to her in days so without thinking I opened the text and she was asking if she could call me.  So, I picked up the phone and called her, but I realized as I pressed send and put it on speaker that there were flashing lights behind me and my first thought was "Oh shit" and hung up the phone.  I pulled over and the officer came to my window and asked for my license, insurance, and registration.  As I handed it over, he asked if I knew what I did wrong.  I told him that I was using my phone, and he said that was why he pulled me over.  He checked my information and proceeded to write me a ticket.

I find parking and I ring his buzzer.  He lets me in and my stomach is in knots.  I really don't know how to bring it up.  He opens the door and immediately knows that there's something I need to tell him.

"Hey, you. What's up?" he says.

I give him a look back and I don't say anything.

He replies with, "Well, I know you have something to say to me, so spit it out.  If it's bad you know that it'll only be worse if you don't tell me right away."

I sigh and I say "I'm kind of in trouble..."  He continues to look at me with demanding eyes.  "I was maybe calling M while driving."

He looks really mad, like he's going to pop his lid mad.  "What is one of your very few rules?" he asks.

And I reply with "Don't use your phone while you're driving... Oh, and there's a little more to that story."

His eyes get bigger and I say "I got pulled over and I got a ticket."

"My goodness. Young lady, we have been misbehaving haven't we?  I want you to stand in the corner of my room.  I want you to think about what you did." He responded in a disappointed tone.

All I can manage to say is "Yes sir."  I don't regret much, but this is something I regret doing.

I walk to his room and put my nose in a corner.  I don't know how much time has passed but I hear him walk into the room.  I know better than to turn around so I stay put.

He comes up behind me, grabs the base of my hair and makes me look in his eyes.

"Have you had enough time to think about what you've done?"

"Yes.... I'm sorry." I say.

"And you will be. Bend over the bed." he replies with a cool voice.

His bed is high so when I bend over, I'm on my tippy toes. And I hear his take his belt off.  My heart starts to race.  I turn to look at him and he has a no non-sense look on his face which means I will not be able to plead with him.  So I bury my face into his comforter.

Within a couple seconds, I feel the belt crack right across my sit spot and I grit my teeth. 9 more come flying down, tears are coming down my face, and my reflex kicks in and I swing my hands back to rub.

"What do you think you are doing? he demanded.

"I-I-I-I'mmmm sooooorrrrryy. I couldn't help *hiccup* myself. If you could pleasssse restrain meee." I sob.

"Nope, I don't think so. This is your punishment.  You've been such a bad girl.  You cannot put in requests on how you receive your discipline.  Now put your hands away. If they cover your bottom again, I'm going to add extra strokes." He says sternly.

"Yessss sirrrrrrrr." I respond and I place my hands under my belly.  I grab the comforter tight and he continues.  I count up to 20 before I lose count because the pain is too hard to bear and he stops.

He places the belt on his nightstand and tells me to stand.

I stand up, sniffling and avoid looking in his eyes.  He stands in front of me, places his hand on my chin, and makes me look at him.

"Are you ever going to do that again?"

"No." I whisper.

"Excuse me, I didn't hear you."

"No sir." I say in a louder tone.

"Good girl. You took that spanking well." He says and he pulls me in for a hug.

Playing Chess.

I have been working on some stuff, but I just wanted to give little update.  I've met someone new.  I don't know where it's headed though.  We met for the first time today and I am as comfortable as I can be with meeting someone for the first time.  Conversation flowed, I think.  Which in it of itself, is a feat for me because I'm on the shy side.  I haven't had a serious contender in almost a year now.  But I don't want to get my hopes up.  Because if I get to excited, and then figure out that it won't work in a little, I'll be bummed out.  He's much more in tuned with this thing we do, and if all goes well and we start discipline and playing together, I hope that I can learn from him.  But that's all for now. (:

Run Down.

It's late, and I have to be up early to make it to a show with an old friend.  I'm actually glad that I'm busy tomorrow, because if I wasn't I'm sure I'd sulk around my house all day.  It's not very common, but I'm just having a difficult past couple days.  Honestly, I wish I had someone who could spank it out of me. I guess I need to get out there more often.

Cleaning Aftermath.

Disclaimer: This post contains a story sexual in nature.  If it isn't your cup of tea, please skip. Thanks.

As I go to stand in the corner, he gets up and walks into our bedroom.  I'm tempted to rub because I have never felt my bottom like this before, but I don't want to risk getting caught.  So I don't.

I hear him stirring about in the room and I hope that was all for punishment because I don't know if I can take any more.  10 minutes pass and he walks back into the living room and sits down on the couch.

"Babe, come here." he says.

I turn around and he has a bottle of lotion next to him and I'm so relieved.

I straddle him and cringe while I do it.  I say, "Babe, I'm sorry.  I truly am.  I know I never kept anything from you. And I promise I will never keep anything from you, ever."

He responds with, "Lay over my lap so I can rub some lotion on your behind."

I go over his lap and he puts the cool lotion over my bottom and gently rubs it in.  As he rubs it in with his hand, I feel his other hand reach between my thighs.

"Huh, what do we have here? Naughty girl, so wet."  He says as he sticks two fingers in me and I start to feel his arousal beneath me.

I can't help but blush.  As he slowly moves his fingers in and out of me, I start to move my hips.  I can't concentrate and my breathing gets heavy.

Then suddenly he pulls his fingers right out and says "Oh, no.  I don't think so. I know you feel me underneath you.  I want you to do something about that."

I scramble to my feet then kneel between his legs.  I pull his pants down and let his engorged member free.  I cup his boys, look up at his eyes and watch him as I take him into my mouth.  I slowly start to move up and down, picking up speed as I go.  I hear him moan and he starts to push my head down. And I melt because it turns me on when he takes charge.

He starts to stand up, so I move with him.  He then says, "I want to lay on the arm of the couch, I'm going to take you from behind."

I lay on the arm of the couch and within a couple seconds he slams into my cervix, making me groan out loud.  He reaches under my shirt and cups my boobs and continues to pound into me.  Just as I'm about to come, he says "Come with me."

We both come and lay in silence for a few minutes. He flips me around and gives me a kiss and says, "I know you're sorry.  And I know that spanking was hard to take.  All is forgiven.  So, what do you want for breakfast?"

Life Update.

I've been doing some very temporary work, like a 9am-5pm job type work.  It's something that I have never done in my life.  Yes, I've had jobs.  Part-time through school and full-time during summers, but I have never experienced this before in my life.  It's so different.  I'm actually kind of glad that I've gotten into a field where I have the choice to work 3 days a week for 12 hours. Anyway, since I've started, I have tabled a lot of what I'm doing normally to the side.  But I'm honestly trying to find a good balance. Bear with me.

Huge Thanks

I still consider myself new in the whole blogging world, even though I started a couple months ago.  The other day, I noticed a huge surge in views, and I was a little surprised.  I did some digging around and realized My Bottom Smarts mentioned my blog on hers.  So I just wanted to say thanks!  Sometimes, well most of the time, I don't know where I'm heading with all of this but it makes me happy to see support.

Come Clean

He knocks on the bathroom door and says, "Babe, we're going to be late for the surprise."

I open the door with my make up done.

"Crap, what time is it?" I reply.

"9:40"

I knew I should have cut my bath short.  Well, I'm almost done, so we'll just make it in time.  If I don't, M is just going to have to forgive me.

As I come out of the bathroom and walk into the bedroom.  He kisses me and gives me the look and I know what he's thinking.

I stop him and start to put on my dress and I say, "Don't even think about it. We'll make it just in time if we leave now.  So help me zip my dress." He pouts but zips up my dress and I say thank you.  We walk out the door and get into a cab and we get to the club within 10 minutes.

I told M's boyfriend, D, to bring her around 10 and that we have the VIP section for the night. God, I hope she's surprised because I know she'll love it.

I get a text from D 15 minutes later saying. "We're here." So I get let everyone know she's coming. 2 minutes later, we all yell "SURPRISE" and I know she's is and I am so happy everything worked out.

As always, M and I start the night off with a tequila shot and order our poison of choice, vodka Red Bull.  We grab our drinks and start dancing.

5 shots and 4 vodka Red Bulls later,  M and I end up outside for some fresh air.  Neither of us smoke regularly anymore but we both want cigarettes, so we walk around the corner to get a pack.

As I'm halfway through my second cigarette, he walks out with D and sees us smoking.

I lean in to kiss him and he stops me.  I frown at him and continue smoking.  After I finish, M and I head back inside and get a couple more drinks and continue dancing.

Cold Vacation.

Posts have been very few and far between but I'll try to work on that, I guess.

I spent some time in Canada.  I have to say, very cold up there like I literally wore 3 pairs of socks and my feet were still cold, cold.  And I seriously don't like the cold.  Lo and behold, I came back with a cold. I'm finally getting over that cold.  I'm actually just getting over the cold and I'm thanking God that it didn't last that long.  But on Tuesday when I had the brunt of it, all I wanted was a warm body to lay on.  I don't even know how to explain that without sounding like a total freak.

So moving on...

The few days that I did spend up there were needed and appreciated.  As much as I hated the cold, I wouldn't mind being back.  Everything is so much more simple when I'm there.