A Long Overdue Update!

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I know I haven’t blogged for a long while.  I should be punished!  Any suggestions on how would be considered.  Note, I said ‘considered!’ 😉

We broke our cane the other day.  Or I should say my ass did.  Mistress was giving me Her usual nine strokes.  She has a thing about the number nine.  I have no idea why.  But the last stroke was harder than the others and the cane just split.  I’m going to miss the sting of that implement.  Of course we’ll get another one.  But Christmas is coming up so we’ll probably have to wait until the new year.

Booooo!!!

I wrote this on Google+ earlier:

I have to say our BDSM lifestyle has made our marriage so much stronger.  As a slave I am more attentive to my Wife’s needs than I ever was when we were vanilla.  I wasn’t a bad husband at all, but this life has made us so much more in tune with each other and we have much more communication.  We hardly ever argue and we are much closer as a couple.  I love serving my Wife, my Mistress.

Some people seem to have the idea that BDSM equals abuse. 

But to me BDSM = Love!

It’s sad that the BDSM world gets such a negative view in the vanilla world.  Considering the only time the media pay it wny attention is when there’s a particularly salacious story worthy of their time, I guess it’s understandable to a point.  With all the whips and chains it’s easy for someone who just doesn’t get it to see such a relationship as abusive.  And, yes, it can be a minefield even for those who are into it.  There are plenty of abusive people out there drawn to this lifestyle precisely because they can gain a lot of control of the unsuspecting and those new to the lifestyle.  Caution is always advisable.

But when you’re lucky enough to be in the right relationship with the right person, this lifestyle is nothing short of amazing.  Mistress and I have always been close, even before we started our D/s life.  But since I became Her slave, our love is stronger than ever.  Everything is enhanced.  Yes, even the sex is hotter!  I wouldn’t swap this life for anything! 

Happy kinking everyone, until I post my next blog!

The Sting Of The Cane

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So Mistress gave me nine strokes of the cane today.  Simply because She can.  For some reason my bottom really marked this time, more so than usual.  Maybe it’s because I haven’t been caned for a while.  I haven’t been spanked either.  Mainly because I haven’t been well.  I’ve had a cough for a few weeks that I just haven’t been able to shake off.  I hate when that happens.

So today Mistress got it in Her head that She wanted to cane me.  And what Mistress wants, Mistress gets.  So I bent over the bed, legs apart, bottom stuck out and waited for that first painful stroke.  The first one is always the worst.  It doesn’t matter how ready you think you are, you can never be fully prepared for the sharp sting of that first stroke.  It really make a you catch your breath.  The pain seems to cut right through you.  The tradition of the cane is supposed to be ‘six of the best.’. Mistress doesn’t go much for that tradition.  Her favourite number is nine.  So nine strokes of the cane it was.  Each stripe blazed its trail across my naked cheeks.  I was really squirming by the end.  But I’m proud of the way I can take a caning.  For some reason the marks never seem to last long, but the pic was taken just a few minutes after I received the last stroke.  I think I marked quite well this time.  Probably because I haven’t been beaten in while.  It was good to feel the biting sting of the cane again.  I’ve missed it!

In the mood to show

I’m in an exhibitionistic mood so here are some pics.  As you can see Mistress knows how to redden my bottom!

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Awakenings. Part one

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Jennifer’s eyes widened when the door opened to reveal Robert, dressed to kill in a very sharp evening suit. A tingle rippled through her body as she drank him in.

          “Exactly on time.  Just what I like to see.  Come on in, Jennifer.”  He pecked her on her cheek as she passed him, then delivered a playful swat on her skirt covered bottom, that felt just a little sharper than she would have liked.  He took her coat before showing her through to the living room.

          Judging from the roaring fireplace and the candles on the table, he was going all out to impress her tonight. It was working.  She’d been promised a memorable fifth date and he seemed intent on delivering. 

           Robert poured two generous helpings of brandy and handed a glass to her.  She studied him as she took a large gulp, choking a little.  Wow, it was strong.  Robert looked so handsome in that suit she could just eat him up with a spoon.  Maybe later…

           He led her to the sofa next to the fire and pushed her gently, but firmly, down.  He sat next to her.  Jennifer took one more gulp of her drink, before Robert took her glass away and placed it on a small square table next to the arm of the sofa.  He leaned in and kissed her, a quick peck at first, before sinking into a long lingering kiss that whispered promises of what was to come.  Jennifer responded to that kiss in a way she never had before.  She moaned into his mouth, feeling a spark in her clit.  God, he was good.  He finally pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.  He studied her face, then smiled, clearly seeing the effect he was having on her.

          “That was…” Jennifer gasped for breath. “…amazing.”

          “That was merely the appetizer,” he smiled.  He stood up.  “I’m sorry my darling, I have to go check on dinner.  I’ll be right back.”  He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Jennifer to try to compose herself.

           They shared a delicious dinner.  Shrimp cocktail to start, followed by the most delicious lasagna Jennifer had ever tasted.  She kept sneaking glances at him.  Robert was full of surprises tonight.  She shivered as she thought about what might come later.  For dessert, Robert brought out a truly decadent chocolate mousse.  He served it with coffee.  By this time Jennifer had consumed three, or was it four, glasses of wine with her brandy.  She felt totally relaxed and ready for whatever might follow their meal. 

           Robert cleared the final dishes away before taking Jennifer’s arm and leading her back to the living room.  But instead of taking her to the sofa, he made her stand in the middle of the room.  Then he proceeded to walk all around her, studying her intently from all angles.  Jennifer shivered, despite the warmth of the nearby fireplace.  Something in Robert had changed.  Something in his eyes as he looked at her.

           “Robert?  What’s going on?”  For some reason she couldn’t meet his candid gaze.

           He finally stopped in front of her, his body just inches from hers.  “Jennifer, I promised you a night you will never forget.  I intend to keep that promise.  But first, there’s something we must discuss.”

           Oh God, he’s married.  For some reason as soon as that thought entered her head she felt it must be true.  She couldn’t hold it in.  “You’re going to tell me you’re married, aren’t you?”

           Robert looked startled.  “What?  No!  Of course not.  Wherever did you get that idea?”

           “Well, when a man is going to fuck a woman and he says he has something to tell her, that’s usually what it is.  At least, so I’ve heard.”  She blushed, feeling foolish. 

           “Well, even usually isn’t always.  And, no.  I’m not married.  For the record.  But there is something you should know about me.  I have certain needs…”

           She raised an eyebrow.  “Needs?”

           “Yes, needs.”  Annoyance crept into his voice.  “Please do not interrupt me until I’ve explained.”

           Jennifer’s lips tightened in response to the sharpness of his tone.

           Robert sighed.  This wasn’t going as smoothly as he’d hoped.  “Let me explain.  I have a particularly dominant personality.  So I’m looking for a certain type of woman.  A woman who is a…”

           “Doormat?”  Jennifer regretted the word as soon as it had left her mouth.  But she couldn’t take it back.  She saw the anger in his eyes, and a cold knot of fear rippled down her back.  Robert’s whole demeanor had changed.  Jennifer wasn’t sure how she was supposed to respond.   

           “Doormat?  No!”  His eyes blazed in anger.  “Never a doormat.  If that’s what you think, then you can leave now.”

           Jennifer flushed.  She stared at the floor, unable to meet his accusing stare.  How was she supposed to respond to this?  She was totally out of her depth, and sinking fast.  “I’m sorry.  That was…thoughtless.  I don’t know where it came from.  Please go on.”

           Robert took a moment to compose himself.  “I’m talking about a submissive woman.  That’s who I’m looking for.  Never a doormat.  A woman who will give her submission to me willingly and fully.”

           Jennifer looked up, meeting his challenging stare.  “What does this have to do with me?”

           “Oh, Jen. I saw it in you the moment I first laid eyes on you.”  He reached up to caress her cheek.  She didn’t lean to him, but she didn’t pull away either.  The truth was something had stirred in her when he’d first used the word submissive.  Something unconscious, almost primal.  Something she almost recognized.  But she wanted him to say it.  He smiled now.  “I see it in the way you look at me.  In the way you move.  You have so much strength in you.  But you also have such a strong desire to yield.  There is strength in submission.  You have an abundance of both.”

           Tears sprang to her eyes.  Somehow she knew he was right.  Looking back, she’d always gone along with the wishes of the men she’d dated before, so eager to please.  Instead, they had always ended up trampling all over her emotions, treating her like a…. doormat.  Now she understood her instinctive reaction to his talk of domination.  Yet here was this man, who admitted to needing control, asking her to trust in him to be different from all the others.  Could she do it?  Could she trust him to show her how wonderful true submission could be?  To risk everything in the hopes that this time she would get a different outcome?  She studied him, trying to read from his expression whether he would prove to be reliable, true to his word.  Or would he break her heart like all the others, leave her like a broken toy, all used up.  “I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know the first thing about being a submissive.”

           He took her hand in his.  “Then let me show you.  Let me train you.   What do you know about the BDSM world?”

           “BDSM?  Not much I guess.  Is it like the Shades of Grey books?”

           His lips quirked.  “Shades of Grey?  Well, something like that.  I guess.  Although, Shades of Grey could be described as the Mary Poppins of the D/s world.  It’s for kids.  I’m talking about the real thing.  Deeper.  Darker.  And a hell of a lot more satisfying.  What I’m talking about is your total submission to my will.  Physically.  Mentally.  Emotionally.  Sexually.  Just take my hand and let me show you the way.”

           Jennifer looked down, unable to meet the intensity of his gaze any more.  Her pulse raced.  This was it.  Somehow, she knew if she said no now, he would not give her a second chance.  Just go for it.  She looked up at him and nodded once.  “So, what happens now?”

           “Now, we make love.  I’ve opened you up to a new world.  We’ll take the first step tomorrow.  Tonight we make love as boyfriend and girlfriend.  Tomorrow, you become my slave.”

           Jennifer smiled.  At least for tonight she was on familiar ground.  She was no stranger to sex.  She would worry about all the other stuff tomorrow.  He took her hand in his and led her to the bedroom.

Resolutions

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So it’s the new year.  A traditional time to make resolutions to make yourself a better person.  So I resolve to be a better slave to my Mistress.

Which I need to do, really.  Because, to be honest, I haven’t been a consistenly good slave the last couple of months.  We’ve had a TON of stress in our lives recently.  If I told you how many things we have coming at us, you’d cringe.  They include health concerns, financial concerns, an elderly relative who broke his hip and had to go through surgery, and a lot of physical therapy.  He got well enough to go home but had a downward turn and is back in rehab.  We have to sort out his apartment, sort out some kind of care for him as well as sort out our own lives.

Ok, that’s enough venting.  But with this kind of stress constantly hanging over us it’s been very hard to maintain my submissive nature.  We’ve bickered at each other.  Mistress has let me get away with a lot lately.  She knows we’re both under a lot of pressure and is making allowances.  But I want us to get back to our D/s relationship that worked so well for several months.  When our D/s relationship is flowing smoothly, things are so great between us.  We’re both so good together.  We both want to return to how things were.  I honestly don’t feel much like a slave at the moment.  Much of that is because with so many demands on our attention we really don’t have much time for each other right now.  This is so frustrating.  But I’m going to make more of an effort.  Because our marriage really WORKS when our D/s lifestyle is in high gear.

Mistress, I promise You that I will make every effort to get my head space back to where it shoud be and to be a better slave for You than I have been recently.

Happy New Year

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I’d like to wish all my followers a very Happy New year!  And a happy red rear to all those naughty (and good) subs and brats who deserve it. 

So, raises your glasses, and your asses, and get ready to cheer in the new year.

I for one am looking forward to continuing my ongoing relationship with my Mistress, and learning to be a better slave in the weeks and months ahead.  I guess that’s my new years resolution.  One of them, anyway.  Do you have any resolutions? 

Collared And Caned

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Mistress and I came home yesterday after a wonderful week away in Williamsburg, Virginia.We’ve had a lot of stress in our lives for several months and we needed a break.  We stayed in a wonderful villa, with a beautiful fake fireplace and a spare bedroom that we put to suitably kinky use!  A couple of days into our break Mistress made a really nice collar for me to wear. We’d been talking about me wearing Her collar for a while.  She puts it on me every morning and She takes it off me every night.  I’m not allowed to touch it.  I love to wear it because it symbolises Her dominance over me and Her ownership of me.  Wearing this collar is also a constant reminder of my place in our relationship.  The fact Mistress made this Herself makes it mean more to me than any bought collar ever could.  I wear it with pride and with joy in my heart.

The spare bedroom had an ottoman that we made excellent use of.  Mistress made me lie over it and tied me down as She caned me.  I love to be tied down.  I love that helpless feeling you get as you lie in position awaiting a long hard spanking.  Nothing makes you feel more vulnerable than that.  I’m sure bondage will play a big part in our future play sessions and especially in any punishments I may incur.

Our last night in the villa was easily the most memorable.  I guess we wanted to give ourselves something to really remember. Mistress made me lie on my back on the bed with my eyes closed.  I was sternly warned not to open them for any reason.  She first made me draw my knees up to my chest.  I obeyed Her, wondering what She was going to do first.  I felt something cold against my anus and then something slid right in.  I knew right away it was our butt plug.  It’s something I only recently bought and we’d only used it twice before this moment.  It’s such a delicious feeling when this plug slides smoothly into my ass. It’s a small thin plug, which is fine with me!  I would definitely enjoy more of this.

Once the plug was firmly in place, Mistress let me lower my legs again.  I heard Her leave the room.  She came back moments later.  The next thing I knew something extremely cold was placed right on my left nipple.  It took all my willpower not to open my eyes.  Mistress spent several minutes torturing me with icecubes.  I have sensitive nipples and it was all I could do not to squirm and try to wriggle away!  She tortured my nipples for a while before sliding the ice down my stomach and between my spread legs.      She teased the ice all over my balls and my cock, then made me draw my knees up again and She slid the ice all over my ass cheeks and along the crack.  I’m sure if the plug wasn’t in place She’d have slipped a piece of the ice right up my butt!  I wouldn’t bet against Her doing that in future.  Mistress usually reads my blogs so when She reads this I’m sure She’ll store it in Her memory…

When Mistress had ensured I was nice and cold and shivery (bear in mind it’s mid November so although we had heating on, the room still had a little coolness), Mistress proceeded to warm me back up with the flogger.  We have a nice heavy flogger and She has become quite expert at flicking it at my sensitive parts and really getting me going with it.  She trailed the fronds over my cock and my balls, really getting me hard.  Then She had me turn over.  She flogged my back, my thighs, my bottom.  I love the feel of that flogger.  .

Finally Mistress let me up and tied me down over the ottoman for my caning.  She told me I was going to get twenty four hard strokes.  This scared me a little as I hadn’t taken so much before while tied down.  But I love being totally helpless.  That total lack of control is such a heady experience.  The first few strokes were the worst, as they usually are.  Mistress gave me all twenty four strokes, all well spaced out and all very stingy.  I know my eyes were wet at the end, although I didn’t cry.  I took twenty four hard strokes.  They stung so bad but I still wanted more.  I love the way the cane feels, that initial impact before that brutal sting just burns through your skin.  The photo above of my bottom was taken after all twenty four strokes had been given.  And all the while, my butt plug was still frimly inserted. giving me another new experience.  I’ve never been spanked before with a plug in my bottom.  It certainly added to an incredible experience.  After this, Mistress untied me, hugged me and then made me go down on Her until She was satisfied.  Judging by Her reaction I think I did a pretty good job! 😉  And I was such a good slave, She allowed me to cum.  With the butt plug still inserted.  Yet another first.  All in all it was a fantastic session and I’m sure we’ll be adding to it soon.  Which will give me more to blog about!

So I’m sitting here typing this, naked apart from my collar.  I wear it with pride.  I adore my Mistress and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Her. 

 

Fifteen Things About Me

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I *ahem* “borrowed” this idea from DominaJen, who has shared some personal details about herself.  It looked like fun so I thought I’d give it a go.

So here are fifteen things you might not know about me.

1. I’m something of an exhibitionist.  Okay, you might have figured that one out as I keep sharing pics of my ass on my blogs.  But in case you didn’t get it, I am.  I used to love going to fet clubs and play parties in my free and single days.  Now I’m happily married I don’t get to go to the fet scene any more.  But that’s ok because I have a wonderful Mistress in my Wife.

2. I’ve only recently gotten into the BDSM scene.  Although I’ve been a spanko since I was sixteen, for most of that time I was only into spanking.  Mistress and I started our Mistress/slave lifestyle a few months ago and we’ve become so much closer through it.  I love our lifestyle and wouldn’t swap it for anything!

3. I’m a huge Doctor Who fan.  For those that don’t know what that is, it’s a long running British sci fi show that’s celebrating its 50th year this year.  I’ve been a fan since I was sixteen.  I’m a bit obsessive about the show.  Tom Baker (the 4th Doctor) is my favourite.  If you don’t know the show then you’ll be wondering what I mean.  Hint: the clue is in the age of the show. It’d be a unique actor who could play the same role for fifty years.  So it has a bit of a James Bond thing going in that several different actors have played the title role. Only, unlike James Bond, they have a really cool way to explain the MC’s ever changing face!

4. I’m starting to get into classical music.  Maybe it’s something to do with my age but I find it very relaxing to listen to.

5. I’m a Brit living in America.  I moved to New York in 2005 from London, England.  So I’ve swapped one big city for another.

6. I like butt plugs.  I’ve just started experimenting with them really.  I bought one a few weeks ago.  I love when Mistress puts it in me.

7. I love movies.  Especially escapism movies.  Among my favourites are the Star Wars trilogy, the Indiana Jones movies, the Back To The Future movies, the Terminator movies, Jaws, etc yadda yadda.  Basically too many to mention.

8. I love the 80’s!  Probably because those were my formative years. The movies were better, the music was better, television was better.  Which leads me neatly onto…

9. I hate reality television. No, make that I loathe them.  Actually a word hasn’t been invented yet to show how much I despise them. They’re annoying. They’re stupid. There are just too damn many of them! Ok, I will admit I like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures, though I enjoy them for entertainment value only.  I’ve always been fascinated by the paranormal but I know enough about television networks to know they’re all about ratings so they probably wouldn’t be above faking stuff to keep their ratings up.  But ALL other reality shows SUCK!

10. I’ve always been fascinated by ghosts and the paranormal.  I even used to belong to a spiritualist church.

11. I love to travel.  I’ve enjoyed visiting several places in America, including Vegas, Florida, LA, Virginia and a few others.

12. I have a thing for Colorado.  I don’t know what it is.  I want to visit the state one day.  I had a CB radio when I was a teen and even called myself the Colorado Kid!

13. Although I call myself Paddled Husband I have a real fetish for the cane.  We have one that I enjoy Mistress beating me with.  I wish I could have experienced a caning at school.  But at that time I wouldn’t have enjoyed it because I wasn’t into spanking then.  Or at least I didn’t know I was…

14. Although I’m an exhibitionist, I’m actually quite shy with people I don’t know. If you met me I would probably be pretty quiet.  At first.

15. I like to write.  I’ve written a novel, that I’m in the middle of editing.  I also enjoy writing short stories, including spanking related stories.  I’ve posted a couple of those on my blog.  I also write a lot of mainstream stuff.

That was quite fun!  I hope you enjoyed reading. 🙂

Belonging

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I wrote a tweet the other day.  It read “Anyone who thinks BDSM is abusive has no idea the level of love and intimacy you can gain with your partner.”  It got a few retweets and favourites so I guess it struck a cord with some of my Followers.  It made me look back at my life the last several years since I got married.

I’ve always loved my Wife.  I’ve always wanted to do things for Her and to please Her.  We’d always had a good strong relationship.  But since the night I poured my heart out to Her and asked Her to take me as Her slave, our relationship has become so much stronger.  We have more intimacy, we have a stronger connection than we ever had before.  Our sex life has become amazing.  It’s so amazing to feel I truly belong to someone.  Mistress owns me and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Anyone not in the lifestlye might have a problem understanding our dynamic.  Mistress beats me when I displease Her.  Mistress beats me just because She feels like it.  And I can’t get enough of it.  I’ve always been a spanko, ever since my teenage years.  My spankings these days are often more intense than they used to be.  And no matter how hard Mistress spanks me, I take it as well as I can because it’s what She wants.  

 But really, it’s the little things that make such the biggest difference.  Just serving Mistress, sitting or kneeling at Her feet, stroking Her hair or any of the more intimate things I do for Her, knowing I’m Her slave, knowing I belong to Her, makes me feel so content.  I’m happiest when I’m serving Her.

The last three months we have really tested our relationship.  We’re caring for a sick elderly relative.  And there are other pressures too, especially financial.  Living as Her slave has given me the strength to get through anything, but I’m reaching breaking point.  With all this stress it’s not always easy to remember my place.  So we’re going away in a few days to recharge our batteries and reconnect.  I’ve promised Her I will submit to Her will totally the whole week we’re away.  We have a couple of new toys I bought last week.  A cane and a butt plug.  We haven’t played with the plug yet, that we’re saving for our vacation.  She has caned me several times already.  I love the sting of the cane.  It’s such an intense and painful implement!  I’m sure I’ll come back from our time away armed with plenty of material for new blogs and probably a short story or two.  At the very least I expect to come back recharged and ready to be the best slave I can be, and to serve Mistress the best way I can.

Until then happy spankings everyone.  Keep doing whatever deliciously kinky sexy thing it is you do!

   

Property Of My Mistress

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Mistress and I were playing around earlier and She wrote POMM on my bottom with a pen.  When I asked Her what it stood for, She told me it meant “Property Of My Mistress.”  It was all in fun but there was a serious intent behind it.  If you pardon the pun!  For a while now life has been seriously kicking our butts.  Health issues, financial struggles and the ill-health of an elderly relative have combined to test our D/s life to the limit.  I’ve lost my way a little in recent weeks.  Our frustration with life is sky high.  We seriously need a break.  Yet the last couple of days we have taken the time to reconnect as Mistress and slave.  No matter what life throws at us it will not break us.  It will not break our love for each other.  And it will not break my submission to my Mistress and my intense desire to be Her slave.  Those feelings may have had to take a back seat lately but we’re making extra effort to get back to basics.  I had to have a spanking this evening as I’ve been getting a bit uppity lately and needed to be put back in my place.  Well, Mistress has given me a timely and stinging reminder of who I am to Her and who She is to me.  I will not let life sidetrack me again.  Mistress is my world, my life and I am fiercely devoted to Her.

Mistress, I will always be Your loving slave.  No matter what!

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