Daddy made a last minute decision this week that we would take the kids out of town today, traveling several hours to meet up with some family.
This morning came and it was the usual chaos trying to get everyone ready and out of the house. Daddy was fussing at all us girls to hurry up and get in the car as we ran around finishing up hair and packing snacks and drinks for the ride.
Of course, I was the last one in the car because I had to try and get the dog to go to the bathroom one more time. With everyone waiting on me, I climbed in the mini-van, laptop in hand (because I had to blog of course) and the corner of my laptop bumped my coffee which was sitting in the middle console.
and wouldn't you know...
DROPS OF COFFEE SPLASHED OUT OF MY TRAVEL MUG AND LANDED ALL OVER HIS DRESS PANTS!!
Oh gosh, when I say He was not happy, that is an understatement!
I apologized and explained that if He cleaned it off fast enough, it wouldn't leave a stain so He disappeared into the house to clean up after my clumsiness.
Then as we drove along, you know how it is...someone is always complaining that it's too hot, then too cold. I reached over and tried to adjust the temperature. Well, He fussed at me for that.
So now you are assuming what temperature I want!
Pulling back my hand, I looked at Him apologizing with a big grin on my face.
I'm sorry...forgot that you are Master of the air.
Now, this wasn't meant as intentional disrespect. That would not be acceptable but it was my brave little attempt to lighten the mood. Whether he found it as humorous as I did or not is probably up for debate. But He looked so darn handsome when He calmly readjusted His glasses with that slightly wicked grin.
Someone must really be asking for it today!
So I'm typing this while we are driving and He is wondering why the big grin on my face...
...Guess I better put Ms. Sassy Pants away and be on my very best...est behavior. Wouldn't want to poke at the beast too much or else I'll get more than I bargained for!!
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Thursday, June 5, 2014
When Daddy's Not Happy
I knew I screwed up on Tuesday. I actually knew it before He even got home. Lately, I have been running 90 miles a minute with projects galore piled up. He has been very patient but it seems that I am constantly distracted by everyone else's demands.
One daughter was on my case about remodeling her room.
The other daughter, "Can we go shopping?...Can we go to the movies?...Can my friends spend the night?". This list actually could go on and on.
My own mom even started chiming in (even though she is a guest in our home)..."When are you going to clean and stain the deck?" because she wants to clean the downstairs patio.
Urrrggg...I would really love it all to stop but here's the thing. I have this terrible habit of twisting myself inside out, trying to keep everyone happy. Don't get me wrong either. I also really do love to get myself engrossed in projects. My girls and I are all a little obsessive that way.
So, the last couple weeks, I have finished the bedroom remodel, in between running the other one and her friends around all over the place. Then after getting in from work on Tuesday, I got tired of listening to my mom hint around so I went upstairs, changed clothes and started cleaning the deck.
Before I knew it, I came inside for just a minute, looked at the clock and it said 6:20. Knowing that Daddy would be home shortly, I quickly got dinner started, gave my older one instructions to get the noodles started after the water boiled and ran back outside to try and get finished before Daddy got home.
Now, there is no hard fast rule about what time dinner should be ready but He does like it to be ready soon after He gets in and most nights, that is exactly how things work. Unfortunately, the last bit of the deck was taking a bit more time and effort so I had lost track of time. Daddy got in before I was done and took to finishing the dinner preparations Himself.
Yes...I very easily could have stopped trying to multi-task and focused on finishing dinner. The deck would still have been there later. But despite my better judgment, the drive to finish what I started took over.
It was all over His face when I came in as He was putting dinner on the table. And if I had any doubt whether He was upset or not, the uncomfortable silence from His end of the table all through dinner made it very clear.
I tried several times later to talk to Him about it, wanting Him to tell me why He was upset. But honestly, I knew. My focus had not been on what was pleasing to Him and I felt pretty ashamed of myself.
Finally, I just apologized for disappointing Him. He told me not to worry about it, that it wasn't like He's told me to have dinner on the table at an exact time and I was, in fact, working hard on something. But things were still a bit on the chilly side for a while.
So you better believe, last night, I made sure to set all other things aside and be ready when He came in the door.
One daughter was on my case about remodeling her room.
The other daughter, "Can we go shopping?...Can we go to the movies?...Can my friends spend the night?". This list actually could go on and on.
My own mom even started chiming in (even though she is a guest in our home)..."When are you going to clean and stain the deck?" because she wants to clean the downstairs patio.
Urrrggg...I would really love it all to stop but here's the thing. I have this terrible habit of twisting myself inside out, trying to keep everyone happy. Don't get me wrong either. I also really do love to get myself engrossed in projects. My girls and I are all a little obsessive that way.
So, the last couple weeks, I have finished the bedroom remodel, in between running the other one and her friends around all over the place. Then after getting in from work on Tuesday, I got tired of listening to my mom hint around so I went upstairs, changed clothes and started cleaning the deck.
Before I knew it, I came inside for just a minute, looked at the clock and it said 6:20. Knowing that Daddy would be home shortly, I quickly got dinner started, gave my older one instructions to get the noodles started after the water boiled and ran back outside to try and get finished before Daddy got home.
Now, there is no hard fast rule about what time dinner should be ready but He does like it to be ready soon after He gets in and most nights, that is exactly how things work. Unfortunately, the last bit of the deck was taking a bit more time and effort so I had lost track of time. Daddy got in before I was done and took to finishing the dinner preparations Himself.
Yes...I very easily could have stopped trying to multi-task and focused on finishing dinner. The deck would still have been there later. But despite my better judgment, the drive to finish what I started took over.
It was all over His face when I came in as He was putting dinner on the table. And if I had any doubt whether He was upset or not, the uncomfortable silence from His end of the table all through dinner made it very clear.
I tried several times later to talk to Him about it, wanting Him to tell me why He was upset. But honestly, I knew. My focus had not been on what was pleasing to Him and I felt pretty ashamed of myself.
Finally, I just apologized for disappointing Him. He told me not to worry about it, that it wasn't like He's told me to have dinner on the table at an exact time and I was, in fact, working hard on something. But things were still a bit on the chilly side for a while.
So you better believe, last night, I made sure to set all other things aside and be ready when He came in the door.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
A Few Firsts
Let's start with the ginger root. Daddy had been threatening to try this for quite some time. Each time He came home from the grocery store and had some wrapped in a bag, I would get pretty anxious, but He always just ended up using it in some new recipe. Of course, He never passed up an opportunity to tease me with that sadistic glint in His eye whenever it came out of the fridge.
Last week though, when He pulled it out of the fridge, He intended to use it for real. Not really in a bad way, but just trying it out sort of way. After He skinned a piece of the root, we made our way upstairs and I joked about how with my luck I would have some horrible allergic reaction to it and it would close off my holes...LOL!
I am happy to report, that didn't happen. Honestly, there really isn't much to report. He started by rubbing it on my clit. It was cold! That was about the extent of it, except for the fact that He was rubbing my clit which was good of course. It got a bit more stimulating as He tested it in and around my pussy but I still didn't feel the supposed burning sensation.
Then He told me to turn over so He could try it in my ass. Oh, yeah! That...I felt. It wasn't really an intolerable burning, but it wasn't comfortable either. And by the way, just a word of caution...clenching your butt muscles does increase the burn.
When He took it out and rubbed it on my clit again though, I felt all warm and tingly in all the right spots which was nice.
I learned that the technical term for using ginger in this manner is "figging". So I looked it up on Wiki and also learned this was used a form of discipline on female slaves beginning in Ancient Greece. Hmmm...learn something new everyday.
The next day, He pulled out a little device of torture called a spiked breast binder. Somehow it seemed oddly appropriate that He put it on me while we watched our favorite show, Game of Thrones. It straps on pretty tight so it was certainly uncomfortable. To the point, that I purposely tried not to move around too much. When He removed it, there were lots of little spike marks imprinted on my tits and I was surprised at how long the pain lasted. For a good 30 minutes afterwards, it felt like I still had it on.
Last week though, when He pulled it out of the fridge, He intended to use it for real. Not really in a bad way, but just trying it out sort of way. After He skinned a piece of the root, we made our way upstairs and I joked about how with my luck I would have some horrible allergic reaction to it and it would close off my holes...LOL!
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| http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Figging |
I am happy to report, that didn't happen. Honestly, there really isn't much to report. He started by rubbing it on my clit. It was cold! That was about the extent of it, except for the fact that He was rubbing my clit which was good of course. It got a bit more stimulating as He tested it in and around my pussy but I still didn't feel the supposed burning sensation.
Then He told me to turn over so He could try it in my ass. Oh, yeah! That...I felt. It wasn't really an intolerable burning, but it wasn't comfortable either. And by the way, just a word of caution...clenching your butt muscles does increase the burn.
When He took it out and rubbed it on my clit again though, I felt all warm and tingly in all the right spots which was nice.
I learned that the technical term for using ginger in this manner is "figging". So I looked it up on Wiki and also learned this was used a form of discipline on female slaves beginning in Ancient Greece. Hmmm...learn something new everyday.
The next day, He pulled out a little device of torture called a spiked breast binder. Somehow it seemed oddly appropriate that He put it on me while we watched our favorite show, Game of Thrones. It straps on pretty tight so it was certainly uncomfortable. To the point, that I purposely tried not to move around too much. When He removed it, there were lots of little spike marks imprinted on my tits and I was surprised at how long the pain lasted. For a good 30 minutes afterwards, it felt like I still had it on.
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| http://www.ebay.com/itm/Womens-Sexy-Black-Bra-Breast-Binders-with-Spikes-/151266980170?pt=US_CSA_WC_Intimates&hash=item233836f14a
And last but not least, I learned a new cock sucking position. I doubt it has a name but basically I was lying on my belly with my body outstretched between His legs. He then had me bring my heels up to my butt and hold my ankles while I continued to use my mouth on Him. Whew...that one was tough so thankfully, He didn't make me hold it too long.
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