The Woods are Lovely

...continued from A Little of This...And A Lot of That

My bottom had been paddled so thoroughly, I couldn't bear the thought of sitting down as we ate dinner so we stood at the kitchen island enjoying the steak and baked potatoes Daddy had prepared.  I ate just past the point of being full, knowing that I would probably be needing my energy.

After dinner settled, He sent me upstairs to the bedroom with instructions to be ready for more cock sucking.  As I used my mouth on Him, I hoped that He would notice how intensely I wanted and needed Him. As if He was reading my mind, He told me to stop and ride Him til he came.  Knowing this meant I would still be expected to go without, it was hard to keep the hurt and frustration from consuming me.  It's moments like these when I feel most vulnerable...when my desire is so great but my desire to please is even greater.  But as I laid my head on His chest while He basked in the afterglow of His own release, His words stung even more.

"If you do everything right, I may let you cum on Sunday".

Well doesn't that just let the wind out of your sails when you are alone together for a weekend.  I just tried to put on my brave girl face and told Him I understood.

A few moments later, he told me to resume the paddling position.  This time the paddle was almost unbearable.  Maybe it was my deflated ego.  Maybe it was the reality of feeling like nothing more than a play toy for Him mentally and physically.  Maybe he really was paddling harder.  All I can say for sure is that He didn't stop paddling until the tears were freely flowing, and then went just a little longer.  I think it may have been the first time ever that I actually considered yelling at Him to stop.

But again, He must have read my mind.  He stopped and stood me up, folding me into His arms, petting and telling me that I had been a "good girl".  Usually I adore hearing these words but at times like these, that phrase some how just stirs the battle already raging in my head.  If He thinks I did a good job, I should accept that instead of telling myself that somehow I don't deserve that praise...that I somehow I didn't take enough or that I just can't take enough.  I realize now that He wanted to, that night, break down my defenses and whatever walls I had been putting up.  It wouldn't have mattered how much or how little I could have taken, His goal was to simply push until my emotions were set free.

With no time to waste, He sent me off to fetch the two dildos He packed and "entertain" myself for a little while.  Of course, I couldn't enjoy it too much.  Sitting on the edge of the bed, I only half-heartedly rode the two plastic giants. From the other room, He took notice and commented that He expected it to look sexier.  I laid back and allowed myself to get a little more lost in what I was doing.  After probably 30 minutes or so, He decided to up the ante and walked over and unzipped His pants, leaned over me and filled my mouth, my only remaining hole with His cock.

Wow!! Now we're talking:)  This went from just ok...to HOLY HOTNESS in about 2 seconds flat.  I really wanted to cum right then and it only got worse when He shifted down to between my legs and replaced the dildo in my pussy with Himself, leaving the other one still in my backside.  He continued to remind me how I couldn't cum until Sunday and even though I hated the words, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
 
I want you to get yourself to the edge.  Stop holding back.

But I don't think I will be able to pull back.

I said get yourself to the edge on my cock right now!

It didn't take long and I was right there, knowing the moment I asked permission, He would deny me. In fact He had already told me I wasn't allowed and not even to bother asking.  So now, I was really in a situation.

I was scared, not wanting to disappoint Him by going over the edge at all but even more so by not having permission. So as I was almost to the point of no return, I asked anyways, assuming I would be told NO.  Somehow, I shut it down just before I heard the words, "cum you slut!".  Oh, did I miscalculate that one and He was pretty unhappy.

Once you ask permission, if I tell you to cum...you better cum.  If I tell you not to, you better not.  You don't get to decide to shut it down before you've heard the answer.  But you're lucky, I am going to let you try that again. 

Relief finally came.  It was intense, almost to the point of painful but that didn't matter.  I was so thankful and completely spent.  After a little recovery, the evening ended with more cock sucking and another paddling.  We finally collapsed in the bed, snuggled up together, and enjoyed the best night of sleep we've had in a long time.  While there was still plenty of sex and paddling, the rest of the trip was much more tame.  Hell, we wore ourselves out in the first 6 hours:)

You know, it's probably a good thing we don't get nights like that very often.  There is something to be said for pacing yourselves!



     

A Little of This...and Alot of That

Well, today was pretty much a suck fest at work...and not as in the good kind of sucking.  So, I am sitting down to enjoy a cranberry/vodka while I write this.  Hopefully it will be coherent by the end...but no promises!  The good things is, I did takes notes while we were away this weekend because I knew when I finally got around to writing about it, things would get fuzzy.


After only being in the cabin only a few short minutes, I found myself already standing completely nude in the kitchen with orders from Daddy to find the paddle and wait for Him face down and spread eagle on the bed.

If you missed my post about that darn paddle, feel free to go back and read it here.

I couldn't even begin to contain the stupid grin all over my face as I ran off to dig through the luggage and assume my position on the bed while He started cooking dinner.  He finally came in and slowly walked around the bed, now with paddle in hand and reminding me that my head shouldn't be turned to the side.  Quickly, I turn it straight and buried my face in the mattress, bracing myself for what was to come. 

First, He started by warming me up with the rubber side of the paddle.  I don't know about you but I find comfort in keeping count in my head whenever He's spanking me, not sure why but it just helps keep me focused.  Somewhere around 50, He began using the stingy wooden side and it didn't take long before I started to loose count.  As each smack grew more intense, my feet started to pull up off the bed.  He fussed at me to lay me feet down and stay still.  The paddling went on, faster and faster until I was almost breathless and my ass was most definitely on fire.

Then, He ordered me to get up and come back into the kitchen.  He disappeared for a minute, putting the steaks on the grill, while I stood there somewhat in shock and a little unsure about what He wanted me to do next.  When He came back, He told me kneel on the hard wooden floor.  I could see the bulge in His pants and instinctively knew what this meant.  So after fumbling with the zipper, I was able to free His cock and began sucking, eagerly the way He expects

After a few minutes, He sent me back to the bed to resume the same position.  I cringed as I laid down, knowing there was more paddling coming my way.  This time when He was satisfied that my bottom was properly reddened, He gave me instructions to lay on the floor in the kitchen and masturbate while He continued to cook dinner.  I really tried to get into it but it was a bit hard with Him walking around and stepping over me.  I also couldn't stop thinking that I was on a strange floor...a floor that may or may not be cleaned like my own.  I tried not to notice but got a little creeped out by the dust bunnies and cobwebs under the cabinets.  Every few minutes, He would stop and just watch.  His voice was cold and stern, "you should be working yourself harder".

Eventually, I was sent back to the bed again.  This time, not only was I face down and spread eagle but He slid the Hitachi underneath me so that it was vibrating on my very swollen and sensitive clit  while He continued with the paddle.  I did say in my previous post that I had an assignment to edge myself 100 times in the week before we left, right?  Oh yeah...I was at the point where it didn't matter what side of the paddle He was spanking me with.  It was all feeling pretty good.
 
But when it seemed that I might be enjoying it too much, He stopped and sent me to retrieve the clover clamps from one of the many toy bags He packed. I found the clamps and hustled back to the kitchen.  With my hands clasped behind my head, He placed them on one nipple, then the other, and had me kneel and resume sucking.  

Just when I thought He was letting me up to take the clamps off, He bent me over the bar stool on the other side of the kitchen island so that my stomach was flat across the seat of the stool and my tits, along with the weight of the clamps dangled over the other side. This was a big ouchie but oh so worth it when I heard His pants fall completely to the floor and I felt Him push himself inside me from behind.  Pulling my head back with a fist full of my hair in one of his hands, He reached around with His other hand and grabbed the chain on the clamps and tugged in the opposite direction.  It hurt like hell, and I whined and whimpered, but He growled in my ear, "this is what you wanted isn't it?"

Yes, Daddy was all I could manage to squeak out but He knew I was loving it every minute of it. Being used in the middle of the kitchen, over a bar stool nonetheless, is not a luxury we are ever afforded at home!

And then...

Just like that...

He stopped...

Leaving me a...

But Dinner was ready!!

Anticipation

My tension had been mounting for a good couple weeks. Not surprising...but before leaving for our weekend, I had been on orgasm restriction yet again.  This time with explicit instructions to bring myself to the edge a total of 100 times during the last week before we were scheduled to leave.  I had dutifully completed this assignment, but found myself none too happy out it once I got past about 50. 

I was damn near a wreck.  It had been a terribly stressful couple weeks at work and I felt horrible, completely worn down, sick to my stomach, and every day battled horrible headaches.

It could have been that I really was fighting some type of illness, but oddly enough, I felt great once all the spankings and sex began.

Most likely, I just needed to recoup and recharge my batteries but I teased Daddy claiming that it must have been all the toxins building up in my body.  Seems like a rational explanation, right?

Anyways, Friday arrived and even though we were worried the little one's illness might throw a monkey wrench into the plans, she seemed a little better, so we decided to make a go of it and started packing.  I sat on the bed, almost in a stunned silence as I watched Him pack almost our entire arsenal of "stuff" into bag after bag. We were only going for less than 48 hours!

"Holy cow, what have I gotten myself into!?" went through my head more than once. 

We finally managed to get everything situated on the home front and set out on our drive to the mountains.  It was only about an hour away, but since neither of us felt that great, it was a pretty quiet ride.

As we turned onto the small gravel path, we were greeted by the cutest cabin nestled amongst the trees. 

We couldn't wait to get out and take a look around the place, not even bothering to unload the car just yet. We walked up to the porch and could hear faint music playing.  The key was in a lock box by the front door, so we retrieved it and into a perfectly romantic lit living room and music already playing in anticipation of our arrival.

It was like stepping into another world...one where nothing else mattered except the two of us.   

After we took a quick tour and unloaded the car, Daddy turned to me and said "Alright, you need to take off all your clothes.  In fact, from this point forward, as long as you are inside this cabin, you are to be naked".

And with that, I stood in front of Him, removed all my clothes, and...

Dr. Jekell and Mr. Hyde

Thankfully, we were able to enjoy our much needed weekend away.  Despite being on pins and needles, especially the first night and getting plenty of phone calls from home, the kiddos ultimately did just fine without us there.

It was a perfect weekend, equally balanced with plenty of kink, as well as romance.  But the one thing that remained constant throughout our entire trip was Daddy's use of the paddle.  The paddle isn't something He often gets an opportunity to use because it's SO loud.  Being that we were out in the woods in a cabin alone, He was going to make use of the noisiest toy He could find.  I mean, quiet spanking implements are fine, but I think for Daddy, there is just something extra satisfying about hearing it.  And WOW... did it echo really LOUDLY inside that cabin with nothing but wood all around us!!   

I was paddled first thing each morning.

I was paddled last thing before bed each night.

I was paddled when I was on top riding Him.

And every opportunity in between.

His goal was to keep my behind a nice shade of red at all times, and I certainly think He succeeded seeing as how most of the time I couldn't sit down very easily.     

Every paddling was given with me lying face down spread eagle on the bed.  Sometimes, He had me put pillows underneath my hips to arch my ass just a little higher, making that curve under my ass just that much more accessible.

God, how I came to love and hate this damn ping-pong paddle.

The rubber side was awesome!  With each lovely thunk, I was wishing He would never stop.  And even though He was using it at almost full force, it was really just a warm-up, or an occasional break from the other, much more painful, side. 
 

 

The other side, Daddy meticulously removed all of the orange foam padding, revealing only that thin layer of wood that lies in-between.  As much as I loved the rubber covered side, that's how much I hated this side.  There was no more thunk, just a very stingy pain each and every time it landed on my ass.  Mostly, He alternated between the two different textures during each paddling as I struggled to try and figure out His pattern.  Daddy loved seeing me squirm, trying so desperately to hold still.  Sometimes, all I could do was hold my breath and wait for it to end.

 
But what I loved most was looking up every time He was finished and seeing that raging hard-on! 

Not that it will happen now that we are home, back in the real-world, but we agreed that we could certainly get used to starting and ending each day like this!

    
 


 

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.