Randomness and Rain Dances

It's such a beautiful Saturday afternoon here where we are.  We just got home from a soccer game...so excited that our team won!  And now, I am sitting on the deck enjoying some lunch.  The youngest has already headed off for the day with some friends and the oldest is getting ready for her first ever job interview! 

Not much has been going on this past week.  I did manage to lose some focus last week and missed a couple of my usual household duties.  So, this weekend, I got smart and knocked them all out as soon as I got home from work yesterday.  Nothing like going to bed on a Friday night with chore list pretty much complete.  I do still, however, have a punishment awaiting for my oversights.  But Heron spent the week fighting the crud again so I'm sure He will make up for that when He gets better.

Can I just say that the crud didn't stop Him from enjoying a blow job last night though!!  Let's face it...there isn't much that would ever make Him miss out on that.  But I think it might have made Him sicker because instead of just being congested, He woke up in the middle of the night with a fever. I don't know why He doesn't rest until He feels better. That's what He would make me do. But I'm not the boss so if He thinks a blowjob is the miracle cure, who am I to stop Him?! 

However, I am now holding my breath hoping I don't get sick.  Not from swallowing his cum, if that's where you thought I was going with that:) 

What I am worried about is Him spitting in my mouth while fucking me several nights ago.  Spitting in my mouth...well that's one of those things that I hate to love but my body sure does give me away every time.  Of course, this all happened the very night before He started feeling under the weather.  Yeah...that shit is going to make me sick for sure.  I just know it!

Have I mentioned that one of Heron's new expectations is that He never find a kitchen towel left on the counter?  Nope, don't think I have.  Picky, right?

Well, I actually can't blame Him really.  I have this horrible habit when I'm cooking to take out a towel, wipe my hands, and lay it down.  Then I need to wipe my hands again or the counter, and I pull another towel out of the drawer. Usually, by the time I finish making dinner, I will have 3 or 4 dirty cloths laying around.

So, He is breaking me from that habit, but darn!  It's been a tough one.  I actually have been punished for it a couple times already.  I'm being very conscious about it so it's getting better but I couldn't believe my eyes yesterday when my mom walked into the kitchen, took the cloth from where it was draped over the handle of the stove, wiped her hands, and then walked over to the sink, folded it and laid it down right there on the counter.   

I almost had a stroke.  Hmmm....got to figure out a way to train everyone else in the house so that I'm not getting in trouble when it's not even my fault.  I do that enough on my own. But it's not like I can say...Hey, when you leave that on the counter, I get my ass caned.  I'll have to think of a more subtle way.  I'm certainly open to suggestions if you have any. 

Well, I should stop rambling on about random stuff and take advantage of this sunny afternoon.  Getting the cars washed was the only thing left on my list to do.  Of course, I will cry later on because we all know how getting the cars washed is apparently some kind of rain dance!

Hope you are all having a lovely weekend!!

It All Adds Up

This weekend kicked off the busy season for us.  With soccer back in full swing, we will spend the next couple months cheering on our little one from the sidelines which is always fun.  Saturday morning I had to work and then spent far too long waiting on my car to be serviced.  Older one's senior project is due in just a couple of weeks so she was working on that and while Heron tried to squeeze in a little fishing Sunday morning, there were plenty of chores that needed tending to.

But the whole weekend, there was something looming over my head.  I tried not to worry too much over it but it was there, in the forefront of my mind, especially after He asked me where I had put the bamboo.  I talked about this bamboo in a post earlier in the year.  It was something He picked up while we were out on a walk, but was still too green to use.  

It had been quite some time since He saw fit to punish me for anything.  With a very concerted effort to dot my I's and cross my T's, there have been no major infractions to speak of.  But earlier last week, Heron began casually hinting to some things He had noticed.  They were all minor, nothing He was really concerned about, but it was a firm warning that they had been duly noted and they were  beginning to add up. 

For example, it's my responsibility to keep our cars clean inside and out (but particularly the inside).  Just an FYI...white dog and dark car interiors just don't mix.  She never even rides in the car unless going to the vet, but somehow her hair gets everywhere.  For weeks, the weather just hadn't cooperated on the weekends.  So, the washing and vacuuming was...shall we say...a little inconsistent. Admittedly, the interiors could have been vacuumed regardless.

Maybe complacency was a little bit of the problem.  He had been pleased with me in so many other areas and I was often doing more than was expected.  Surely it wouldn't be a big deal if the weather wasn't cooperating enough to take care of the cars.

I tried to take care of the other little things He pointed out and then finally came the tipping point.  The air vent and ceiling fan above our bed had begun to grow dust bunnies and He'd asked me to take care of it.

Well, at what point do you think He noticed that I had forgotten?

Of course, Saturday night while He was receiving my oral pleasures.  I didn't even know what to say  and my mouth was full anyways so there wasn't really anything I could say.       

All I could think was Damn...I had been so proud of myself for remembering to clean the fan but apparently I had completely forgotten about the vent.  Doesn't even make sense that I flaked on that because they are only like two feet apart from each other. 

Nothing else was said until Sunday evening after dinner when He said to follow Him upstairs.  With very little time before we would most likely be interrupted, He told me to pull my pants down without bothering to remove them all the way.  He actually liked the look of my jeans pulled down around my ankles with my boots still on.   Standing in the middle of the room, with legs spread as wide as my pants would allow, hands laced behind my head, I waited as He walked around me with the bamboo in hand, asking me to say out loud why I was being spanked.

The first strike landed across my backside, making my legs buckle just a little.  The next four were slow, methodical even, and each one made me squirm more than the one before.  But I was reminded these were the easy ones, for the lesser infractions.  The last 10, reserved for not cleaning the vent, came with a reminder to hold my position.  They came fast, one right after the other, making it hard to catch my breath much less move. 

I was sure the angry stripes would still be there the next morning but when I looked in the mirror, they had faded.  It was weird though...the heat of the shower seemed to bring them back. Not sure if I've ever experienced that.    

So while I was a little discouraged at first, wanting to justify why I hadn't been able to do this or that, I realized that no matter how hard I think I am trying, there may still be room for improvement.

All Sorts of Good Slavey Things

As we drifted off to sleep Sunday night, Daddy's words to me were...

good dinner...
                        good story...
                                             good blowjob...
                                                                       GOOD NIGHT!

It feels good when He recognizes and appreciates the things I do to make His life easier...and more pleasurable.  I have been working particularly hard on not just my sexual service but domestic as well and a verbal recognition is always welcomed.

But if I am really being honest,  I am totally an approval slut.  Is that even a thing?

Above all else, His approval is what I strive for and the more I know that I have pleased Him, the harder I continue trying.

So, yesterday was a holiday for the kids and I, but Daddy had to work.  And as much as I love for Him to be home, days when I am home and He is not, can end up being so productive.

I ran errands, cleaned the house, and took care of just about everything I could think needed to be done.  I even found a great deal on a storage facility for His new boat and towed it there with the truck myself. Can I just say that was a first for me and I didn't curb it once?!

And He was so impressed!! 

The only thing left to do was workout but I was saving that so we could do it together after dinner. Lately, with it being cold, I have been doing 30 minutes on the treadmill or elliptical while He does the same amount of time on the stationary bike. 

But last night when we went upstairs, He told me He wanted me in something sexy and He had something else in mind for my workout. An idea inspired from the second chapter of my story presented on Sunday night.  Honestly, I didn't see that one coming but I guess I should have.

I pulled out my black lacy bra and already had on bright red thongs.  He approved but told me that I would still need to wear sneakers.  Well, I just had to make some remark about how stupid I was going to look and ended up wearing 5 inch heels as punishment for my smart mouth.

While He pedaled the bike, He had me standing out in front of Him and directed me though a 30 minute workout far different than the treadmill, mostly core building exercises mixed with a little bit of weights.

Some exercises were as easy as marching in place or crunches...some as difficult as the pose pictured below. This happened to be His favorite, by the way, and one that will apparently be used more frequently.  I wasn't holding plates though, just hand weights.



No...this is not actually me.

My reward for all the hard work...a post-workout orgasm using the dog cock dildo, while He stood over me and watched.   

All in all, a good day!!

Digging it Deeper

One of these days I am going to learn!

Maybe? 

OK...on second thought...probably not.

But I do try.

The other night as I was going to bed, I walked into the office where Daddy was working and asked if He was coming to bed or if He intended to keep working. 

He thought for a few seconds but then decided to send me on to bed. However, before I walked out of the room, He handed me a bill and said that it needed to be taken care first thing the next morning. 

Since I was already upstairs, I carried it into the bedroom and laid it down on the dresser.

You already see where this is going, don't you?
 

Actually, I already found out the next is really your eyesight!

What makes this whole story even worse is that when I got into bed, I thought...Self, you should really not be lazy.  Just go ahead and take that downstairs and put it in your purse because you are going to FORGET it.  Self said "nah...we'll be extra sure to remember in the morning."

Well, just as I suspected, I was sitting at my desk about mid-morning when it hit me. 

Oh gosh...I forgot!!

No, problem though.  I would just wait for one of the kids to get home from school, call them and have them read the phone number and invoice number to me over the phone and then I would call and get that thing taken care of.

I even gave myself a little pat on the back for my super ninja problem solving skills!

Haha...that is until I got that lunch time phone call.  You know the one.  It's the one when your significant other, calmly and casually, inserts into an otherwise completely normal conversation that you are in trouble. 

Oh crap...He must have seen it laying on the dresser when He was getting ready for work.   

I launch into my explanation about how I was going to handle it and at some point I just stopped mid-sentence.

Wait...did you already take care of it?

Yes.

Shit <squeaky voice in my head>

But I really did have a plan to take care of it.  I promise I was going to...blah blah blah. 

Oh, hell...I might as well face it.  This wasn't working.  The only thing I heard from the other end of the line was Him smiling as I continued to dig this hole 6 feet deep. 

I finally just admitted I screwed up. 

Next time, someone please remind me NOT to listen to that devious little voice in my head, the one that wants to pretend I don't have a shit memory.

We'll see how much this one costs me!