The River's Edge

Yesterday, on New Year's afternoon, Daddy and I went out for a hike.  It was a chilly, overcast kind of day here in the south, but it felt good to be outside and move around, and just be together.

With the river on our left, we followed the sidewalk until it ended and turned into a more subtle woodsy walking trail.  We were also very much alone.  Stopping only briefly to admire a beautiful, old railroad tressel, we then continued on for what seemed like miles until the trail pretty much came to a dead end. 

Standing at the end of the path in this deserted area of the woods, I had such an overwhelming desire to be on my knees and have Him take my mouth, using it solely for His pleasure, but He's not one for taking risks like that, at least not where He's involved.

As we turned to head back, I jokingly commented that someone could dump a body out in this remote area and it not be found for days, hoping to make my point about how alone we really were.

Daddy agreed but wasn't taking the bait. Instead, He replied with "someone could also be forced to come out here and crawl around naked and no one would see that either. Thanks for the idea. I'll have to keep that in mind."  

Me and my big mouth.

The idea of it didn't really bother me.  I only hope it won't be too much to request using   knee pads if He actually decides to make me do that.  LOL

We continued on a little farther and He bent over, picking up a long, thin piece of bamboo that was slightly hidden amongst the dead leaves.  Snapping off about a 3 foot piece, He looked at me with...the look.  You know the one.  The sinister but oh so delicious look that both scares and excites you and reminds you that your ass, and every other tender part of your body, is His.  But thankfully, He assured me it was still too green yet to actually use.

Once we finally made our way back to the more traveled path, He handed me the soon to be cane and told me to carry it...and get used to it's smooth, firm feel. I couldn't feel the flush in my cheeks but He certainly noticed.  

And so 2015 begins....
       

Have I Made My Point?

Friday night, as I was enjoying the taste and feel of Him on my lips, He began questioning me about the bathroom floor. There wasn't much I could say except to admit that I hadn't cleaned it.  It wasn't that I had been neglectful or forgetful.  I just hadn't done it yet that day. But it was too late.  He had already seen it and taken care of it Himself.   
 
He informed me that the next day I would be cleaning it, every inch of it, with my tongue.  AND I would do so completely naked and lying flat on my stomach on the cold tile.

Oh, this didn't sit well with me.  I continued working to please Him with my mouth but my mind was reeling.  I don't know what bothered me more, the form of punishment or the timing of it as we were supposed to most of Saturday alone together. 

Why did He put me off tonight, with promises of play tomorrow, only then to decide to punish me? 

After He found His relief and lay drifting off to sleep, I was left even more frustrated and upset with questions swirling around in my head. When I tried to ask Him something specific related to this punishment, He just said we would talk about it the next day.  Needless to say, it took me quite a while to fall asleep.

Of course, my unresolved feelings carried over into the next morning and He demanded to know what was wrong.  I didn't say much other than it had to do with the punishment. He chuckled a little and asked again if I had cleaned the floor.  I just shook my head no and stared out the car window.

After little one's soccer game, we shuttled her off to her cousins and decided to go grocery shopping.  The whole morning was so tense and was certainly not shaping up to be the day alone that I had hoped for. At one point, I thought maybe I had pissed Him off but He said no, only that He was hungry. 

He hadn't mentioned the punishment again so after we ate some lunch, I asked if I could please go ahead and get it out of the way so that I could stop worrying about it.  Our bathroom is big enough, I just knew it was going to take me every bit of the last four hours that we had alone anyways.

Of course. It's your punishment.  There's nothing stopping you.  

In my mind, I imagined myself stomping all the the way upstairs like a petulant little child and slamming the door.  Of course, I didn't because that would have meant a whole lot more trouble. I couldn't find it in me to handle this one with much grace apparently. 

I moved the bathmats off the floor, then removed my clothes and got a washcloth, just in case I needed to wipe my tongue off.  I didn't know if He would have approved of the washcloth but He hadn't specifically said not to use one:)

Staring down at the white tile, feeling it's cold against my flesh,  I fought the urge to cry.  It took a while before I actually found the courage to make myself take that first lick.  When I finally did, there was a pretty overwhelming urge to gag.  The toilet is in it 's own little closet and I was no where close to it but I still found myself hoping that I would somehow get sick. Maybe that would make Him feel bad.

Yeah...I did say I wasn't handling this one with much grace, didn't I? 

Then, I just decided the only way to get done was to just blocked out all the crap floating around in my head.  I had only cleaned about 12 tiles (each one about 6 inches by 6 inches) when He opened the door and stood there...

Watching...

Making me very uncomfortable and more humiliated than I already felt, if that was even possible.     

Please go away, I tried to tell Him.

No, I actually like watching you like this.

I continued licking the floor as He came over and crouched down pushing His fingers between my legs.

That's what I thought!

He stood back up and, after delivering a few strikes to my ass with the new leather strap, told me to get up and lay on the bed.   

Have I made my point or do I need to make you clean the rest of the floor?

Yes, Sir...you made your point.

And just like that, punishment was over and you better believe I was pretty thankful.  In fact, my giddiness almost got me in trouble again.  Thankfully, I keep my bathroom pretty clean.  I only randomly picked stuff out of my mouth for about an hour. 

Will It Happen?

The much awaited weekend is upon us.  

It's His birthday!

It's our anniversary!

Two days alone

A cabin in the woods...

As much fun as we can stand!!

Now we are wondering

Will it happen at all??

It's the day before

And wouldn't you know

There's a sick kid.

Please...oh please...let her be better by morning. 

Just the Two of Us

Daddy and I had a nice weekend together, but somehow, as usual it didn't go quite as He planned. 

Saturday night, He allowed me the pleasure of telling Him a story as I stroked Him.  I say this quite facetiously because story telling is not my favorite pastime.  This is no surprise to Him and whenever  I voice as much, His response is always "That's why I make you do it!".  What's the saying? Fake it till you make it.  Maybe one day it will sink in. 


One thing about these stories is they tend to go on and on forever until I am scrambling with plot ideas to keep it going.  This time ended up even more frustrating.  Occasional knocks at the door kept interrupting my flow of thought.  You know, I will really be glad when school starts back so the kids aren't staying up later than we are. 

To make matters worse, every time it came to a point in the story where I hesitated too long, unsure of what to say next, or He just didn't like the direction the story was headed, He simply stated "10 licks"...for displeasing Him.  No pressure...huh?

After finally getting to what He decided was a good stopping point in my story, He told me to finish Him off, but not before I had earned 30 licks to be delivered on another day.  

As we lay in bed afterwards, snuggling and talking, He said He was hopeful that Sunday might bring more private time and maybe even some play time.   

Well...let's just say that didn't happen and He felt terrible about it.  And I felt terrible about it since I was the one who made the god awful McDonald's dinner suggestion that left Him in a miserable state.

The next morning, we were back at work and I was greeted with a really sweet good morning email promising that we would makeup for the previous day.  Obviously, He doesn't have to and I understand that, but it put a smile on my face all day knowing that He was as disappointed as I was.

You can imagine just how delighted I was later that afternoon when He emailed me a link for a cabin he was booking, FOR JUST THE TWO OF US, to go away for a weekend in August!  It's so exciting to think of being alone for a whole 48 hours together but scary at the same time for a couple of reasons. 

It's always hard to leave our littlest one.  She doesn't cope very well when she's away from us, particularly at bedtime.  But...we need a break every once in a while  So she will have to suck it up this time. 

It's also scary because this means we are alone...in a cabin...out in the woods...and the possibilities for Him to find ways to torment me might actually be endless!!  Sometimes I think the only thing that saves me from the full force of His sadistic cravings is that we always have to be quiet and there's little in the way of privacy. 

When Daddy got home that evening, I was also excited because I had tried a new crock pot recipe for beef gyros.  It's not often that He doesn't enjoy something I've cooked but His reaction, and everyone else's, really stung.  My tzatziki sauce was a big flop and I got a little snippy about the whole thing.  A couple stern looks and I knew I was walking a think line so when we were alone, I genuinely apologized.  He understood why I was hurt, but mentioned that maintenance spankings would be resuming that night. I admit, I probably needed a reminder of my place and this would re-establish some structure that's been missing as of late. 

It's been a while since I have found myself waiting expectantly in our walk-in closet.  Already naked and in the display position, I heard His footsteps across the tile of the bathroom floor.  As He got closer, I heard that sound...the one of His belt sliding out of slacks. Before starting, He explained that we would be getting 10 licks of the belt and then increase by one each day, indefinitely.  But for that night, He reminded me I had an extra 30 coming to me for my story telling mistakes.

It was amazing how quickly maintenance stilled my mind, allowing me to find the right headspace again. 

But last night...the memory of it has had me in a tizzy and completely distracted all day. That shall be a story for another post!