One of those....catching up Posts....

        Get a cup of tea...I have a lot of 'ground' to cover......

Gout...thanks to a few of you who offered me some advice, and to Fondles for an great article....I was very careful over vacation...and for the last couple days I have been pain free. It seems that drinking cherry juice is the most recommended way to try and avoid another attack (believe me, one in a life time is plenty)...so I have added cherry juice to my breakfast routine, and took a jug of it on vacation with us. 

Vacation...it was super terrific!!  We (almost always say at the end of out week...best one yet...)...but this one was above that.  We all want to go back. The weather cooperated, rain on the day we 'moved' into the house...and then sun shine and warm weather (today it was in the mid 40's here...think we are skipping spring..yuck).   The house was amazing...had everything we might need and more...including a heated pool, a hot tub, a game room...We mostly just relaxed by the pool or at the beach...the one minus was the ocean was angry...the waves were huge so we had to watch the kids carefully, and the water was pretty cold, so not much ocean swimming. We went on a wild horse adventure...and saw almost 2 dozen horses along the beach...we ate seafood almost every day, my daughters and I took an afternoon off for some just us time...a couple wineries and gift shops were on the agenda.  We were at Duck in the Outer Banks...If you are a beach person or family...I would recommend it. It was a great time of year to go, since we had many places almost to ourselves.  We celebrated Mother's day early...the grands and my youngest daughter, planned a lovely breakfast and entertainment...and the grands presented the 2 moms and myself with a questionaire they had filled out...on how well they know us...they did pretty great with me!

          I find it very true, that even with the best vacations, it is always good to be back home....even when your first day back coincides with Maintenance Day.  Master was quick to remind me that we had one maintenance to make up, and the current on....and then added....this is the first spanking of the month.  He laughed at my look, as I said oh NO....harder play day....he is nodding and grinning.  How is it that I always seem to forget it is the first of the month....and He never does??  
        I am kneeling, naked, being re-claimed and reminded, that all of me is His...alway and all ways.  He touches every part of me, talking to me, reminding me how important my submission is to Him...and for me also.  Just as I start to squirm in response to His touches...He reminds me ...we are a long ways from any permission..
         I rise and get comfortable over His lap.  After a little rubbing and a lovely hand warm up spanking...it is time for the 'real' spanking' to begin.  I missed maintenance while on vacation, so we have one to make up, M says he will give me a break between the two spankings.   He then starts in with that gosh darn maintenance paddle, 4 sets of 25, ....after the first 100 it is 'break' time...which translates into me kneeling and and finding his cock and doing my best to distract Him from wanting to finish the spanking ( it has never worked ).
Then it is back over His lap, for round 2...same as the first, just on a more tenderized bottom.
           Maintenance is finally completed, and as M is rubbing my bottom, we chat a little to give me a break.  M tells me to get on the spanking horse, and get comfy.   Once I am set, he tells me he will give me a choice...now usually  that means, there really is no good choice, I just get to choose what I consider to be the lesser of two evils.  He surprised me a little this time....
           He shows me the 'My Paddleman' paddle..he loves it, me not so much..it is heavy and long.  I am told I can choose 20 with the paddle....I am surprised but the low number thinking...that sounds pretty good only 20.  I look up and he is holding the large leather strop....one of my favorites....and I head or 80 with this.  He has that grin on His face...the one that at times I would love to smack away...no I have never ever tried.  I am thinking, 20 vs 80...that is a big difference.  But, I do love that strop, and my bottom is very well warmed from the double maintenance....and that paddle packs a big wallop.  I decide on the strop, surprising Him a bit.....By the end of the stropping, I am sure I made the correct decision.
           I am headed to my oldest daughter's on Thursday...she has to go to Germany for work, and her hubby is going to join her, so I will be with the 2 grands.  I will be keeping up with all of you....
hugs abby
           
           
       

    

VACATION time!!!

        Anyone notice I have not posted about a spanking in a while?? No, I am not holding out on all of you.  The only kind of pain around here has been the 'not so good' kind.  A couple weeks ago I was sitting in my 'chair' relaxing one evening, when I felt a 'twinge' on my ankle.  Within 20 minutes, the pain was equal to when I was in labor with my children. I took a deep breath and tried to figure out what was happening.  I remembered my dad had gout, and that was quite painful, but it was on his big toe.  Well guess what...gout affect any joint...atltho big toe is most  common, with ankle next.
       The pain was truly awful, even lightly touching the ankle caused it to be worse.  The give away was that the ankle also swelled and was red....probably much more than you want to know about gout.  The sever pain lasted 'only' a couple hours...but my ankle was sore for almost a week. Another of the joys of getting older....
       The last couple of days have been much better...thankfully, since tomorrow is the travel day for our  family vacation this year.  Last fall we decided to explore the Outer Banks..in Duck..North Carolina.  We found a great house to rent, and then debated when to go.  Since it is a very crowded vacation area in the summer, we decided to beat the crowds and go in May...and as an added bonus got off season rates on the house!!!
       We are all meeting in Duck on Saturday...(can you imagine telling people you live in Duck??).... that will be an unpacking, getting groceries, and getting acquainted with the area day.  We are all looking forward to some lazy beach days, and have a couple back up plans if the weather does not totally cooperate.  Here it was only the 40's today and April was a miserable cold month, so I cannot wait!! And of course, grandma has packed a couple surprises for the grands!
       We return next Saturday...so have a great week all....and if you need a reason for some 'spanky fun'...tell your partner abby is not getting hers this week, so you volunteered to take one for the 'team'....!:);)..
hugs abby

Discovery and Acceptance ......the start of my journey,,,,A collaboration with Willie

             
     Our friend Willie and I have been talking about collaborating on a post... and it might be an ongoing project.  "At the Heart of It"  posts are where  will try to  dig deeper into certain subjects.  Willie has been thinking about self-validation and acceptance, I think acceptance is a topic we all think about.  We are each taking a different slant on the topic...mine is...how I discovered ...and more importantly accepted that I was submissive and how that impacted my self-validation, leading to more self love.
       
        Spanking...it was a word that stuck in my head.  I had been reading spanking stories on line, and even ordered some books of my own.  It did not take long for me to want more....to want the experience, not just to read about it. As luck..or fate..would have it, M was on the same site.  We started chatting which eventually led to a first meeting....a beer.  I almost did not got in for that beer, but something told me...now or never, and it is just a free beer.  We did only have one beer, but we sat there for a long time laughing and talking.  We shared many other things besides spankings, he was on the bossy side, and had a wonderful sense of humor. Yes the very same M who is now my Master, was a person I met for a beer...almost 20 years ago....and he gave me my first spanking. I was so excited, thinking at the time...great I will get spanked, get it out of my system, and move on.  I did get spanked for the first time...over his lap, with all my clothing on...he was and still is a gentleman...but it did not erase the urge, the wanting, the desire.
      At one of those early meetings, He asked me how it felt to express my submissiveness...I laughed and then told him..sorry not a submissive bone in  this body.  He chuckled and said....you submit to being spanked.  I did not have a reply to that, since it was the first time I associated spanking with being submissive. (and  yes, we both do realize, there are many reasons for people to spank, and submission does not have to be one of those reasons.).
     So, I had discovered a part of me, that I never knew existed...I was the oldest in the family, a junior high teacher, a mother of 3.....not much submission to be found in any of those roles.  Master is no fool, he slowly lead me down the path to submission.  Starting with one rule, and sticking with it until it was part of my life...and then adding another rule. I discovered that not having to be in charge all the time was freeing, that having someone who wanted to take care of me was pretty wonderful, that I was indeed a sexual person..who could respond and orgasm and enjoy sex.  All of this happened slowly, one step at a time....and it opened me up to a whole new world.
        M showed me that I could still be in charge in the classroom, when helping a friend, with the grands, and when I needed to be...but that also having a back-up, someone who was willing to help, advise and jump in and help and maybe even take over,  was a good thing, I did not have to do it all.
I became a more relaxed person, more accepting of  all of me.  I grew  to  love all of me....the submissive and the in charge gal.....to be more comfortable with all of me.
        It took me a long time to discover that 'submissive' part of me...and had I not showed up for that free beer, it might never have happened.  Yes, I would still have had a good life and probably never known what I would have missed out on.  I am so thankful that I took a deep breath and decided to have that beer....hugs abby

It's Baseball Bet Season....

........My good boys and Master's band of ruffians played their first series of the season. For those of you who are fairly new to reading here that translates into the Boston Red Sox and those damn NY Yankees.....I have been a life long Sox fan and have been to Fenway a number of times. Master...guess he can"t be perfect in everything...cheers the Yanks on.  To make watching the games more interesting we often wager on the outcome.
      They played their first series of the season, almost 2 weeks ago. It was a two game series and neither M nor I could remember the exact score, so we agreed on a total of 10 runs scored in each game....we were close to the correct number when we looked it up later. We had agreed to multiply each teams runs by 5, and that total would be the spanking total with each  toy.
         Master chooses his NY Yankees paddle...yes another one of those questionable gifts from me....and his heavy ..I think oak...paddle.  I chose the crop (for the wonderful places it can reach), and of course...the flogger. M decides we will switch between the wood and the leather...I am told to get comfortable on the spanking horse, and I can choose if we start with wood or leather.  I choose wood, since I know I want us to end with the flogger...a sure way to send me to that lala land.
           Master starts with the Yank's paddle, I get vocal quickly, and no I am not cheering his team on.  He gives me a chance to quiet down and catch my breath, and then asks what I want to start with..the crop.  Master decides it will be an all over spanking...not limited to my bottom.  The first set is on my bottom, he then moves to up and down my legs, my back, the soles of my feet. Then he tells me to spread em....and the last ones are on my clit...I am panting when Master stops and he says we wants to check and see how I am reacting...I advise against it, since I know I am soooo close to exploding...and the spanking needs to finish first.
              Next is M's very heavy paddle.  Yes I start off in a good place, and have been somewhat warmed up...but it still hurts and I am even more vocal that I was with the darn Yankee's paddle...he does stop a couple times to rub and calm me. When he is done, he gives me a rub down, asks,,,with a big grin....do I want to stop, or shall we finish up.
Yes I want to finish, I have earned that flogging.
                 M starts by just swishing it all over...up and down my back, my legs, my arms, my bottom...soooo nice.  He then starts in with the flogging, and asks if I want to count..NO, I just want to enjoy....which I do....soooo very nice!  M finishes the flogging and says, He needs to wake me up so we can move on to more fun...I assure him, I can feel myself dripping..I am ready to move on.  After several permissions.....it is ....nap time...we are not as young as we used to be.
                   The teams play again...a 4 game series...the end of May...neither one of us can wait!!!!!
       
         
         
   
       

Happy Birthday Master!!!

       Master's birthday was a couple of days ago...and all the 'normal'...'regular'...celebrations happened then.  We had our own style 'special' celebration today.  I won't reveal his age....but there were a LOT of spanks....and yes...all on my bottom.
        Since this is also Monday, we started with maintenance.  An all too quick warm-up...my opinion...and then 100 spanks with the maintenance paddle.  The regular break at 50, so I can catch my breath and of course, enjoy His taste.
        Since it was His birthday, He got to decide what would be used....if any of you find that ironic...as in He always get to choose, I agree...but did not say a thing, just smiled..it was His birthday celebration....and he very nicely chose...2 wood items and 2 leather items...His age would determine the number of spanks with each item....I will just say it was a little above 60.
        Since I was already warmed up, I climbed up on the 'horse' and we started with the small strap.  I was very much enjoying this portion of our celebration, that small strap on an already warmed up bottom...see me smile.  Next came the very first 'toy' M ever purchased, it is a bath brush, all wood, maybe, 10 inches, and not nearly as nice a 'feel' as the small strap.  The same number with me complaining, but just a bit.  
      Next was the large leather strop....yes, I was grinning. It looks intimidating, but on an already warmed bottom, I find it awesome!  Too soon, we were on to the last part of the spanking, the 'Paddleman' paddle. It has 'my Paddleman' engraved on the long paddle, and is heavy.  It was a gift from me, He loves it...it can cause me to question my choice of gifts.   I was quickly voicing my feelings, which never deters him.  Finally we were done.
    And since it was a birthday celebration....we finished our celebration...with fireworks;);)....our kind!
     I am still looking for signs of spring,the grands were here for Easter. Too cold for the pretty dresses....and my 'new' twist on an egg hunt was a big hit!
hugs...abby

     

That 'Four' Letter Word!

Yes...here I am.  I am trying to get back to posting....right now my goal is once a week.  I have not involved M yet...but that might ensure that I do.  We have been keeping up with maintenance...altho not always on a Monday....Our friend Willie posted an interesting entry on...PAIN..yes that is the four letter work that my title refers to...not whatever else you were all thinking about...😂
     Before I met Master, pain was....pain.  It could be emotional or physical...stubbing my toe, saying a final good-bye to a loved one, giving birth ....pretty much the opposite of pleasure.
       My very first spanking with M was...about 20 years ago...over my clothes, with His hand.  I thought I had hit the jackpot...experienced what I had fantasized about...and was reading to move on.  Luckily, M already knew me better than I knew myself.  We moved forward , slowly, M introducing me to his 'toy bag'....that was a shocker...soooo many 'toys'....
     It seemed my relationship with pain was complicated....not just OUCH that hurts....there was such a thing as a...good hurting.  In fact altho I tried very hard to ignore and deny it...and still occasionally do....hard play times would  often end with me ready and very willing to move on to lots of loving and orgasms...who knew...I sure did not.....but sure am glad that we discovered the relationship!
       Of course, not all spankings end up with some mighty fine loving.  The Punishment ones do not.  They have become much rarer.  It took me way toooo long, but I did eventually learn...that ..
M...said what he meant, and, more importantly...meant what He said..
.......He was consistent, he was in charge, and he never forgot an earned punishment...but was quick to forgive once it was over.
......A punishment spanking was not fun, it HURT, and always 
        ended with a 'clean slate'...but never some of that loving.
......And much to my surprise....that punishment spanking, helped me...to move on, to forgive myself, to know that I could and would do better...that wonderful clean slate, where all is forgiven...He forgives me and...even better...I forgive myself.
PAIN....seems like such a simple 4 word..but like a lot of 4 letter words.....it's meaning and nuances can be very varied.
    
The grands are arriving tomorrow for Easter at grandma's.  As usual, I have a few surprises planned.  The Easter egg hunt has been revised.  They will be hunting for eggs, but inside the eggs will be a square of construction paper with a number on it.  Once all the eggs are found and opened, there will be an auction...kites, some beach toys for our upcoming beach vacation, some candy,  books and craft kits... their 'money' is what they found in the Easter eggs.   
 hugs abby

Maintenance.....and then some....

           Life has been crazy busy around here lately...maintenance Mondays have been whenever we get some alone time.  Yesterday was Monday, and we managed some maintenance time...maybe life is slowing down.  As always, after some chatting I get the 'look'..meaning...why are you still dressed...and not kneeling?? I quickly remedy that, as Master calms me and claims every part of me.
           Once that I am calm and focused, He helps me up and over his lap.  I feel some cool wood rubbing on my bottom, my head pops up, I look back at Him, and say...warm-up?  He chuckles, and says ..oh guess I forgot.
After a .....always too short, in my opinion, warm-up...it is time for the real spanking to start.  As always, 4 sets of 25, with some rubbing between sets, and, finally it is time for me to say...Thank You Master for my maintenance spanking.
         Master then asks if I would like some 'horse' time.  I sure would! He helps me up, and then on the spanking horse, and secures me.  He is alternating, some leather, some of the lighter wood, and I am enjoying all the sensations.  Master then reminds me that I am supposed to ask Him something. It takes me a minute or two before I remember.
      One of my long time rules....I am supposed to text or call Master ...Monday thru Friday...to remind Him when it is lunch time.  He sometimes gets engrossed in a work project...and he needs to eat at regular times.  It has been a rule for a very long time...I contact him just before noon time.  Lately, I have been a little lax...I remembered to contact him...just a little later than noon on some days.
          Last Friday, I got a text from Him...do I not get a lunch break today????,,,,ut oh...it was 12;20...I was reading and never thought to check the time.  He informed me....20 with the large paddle...and I had to ask for them.  I know...from pass experience...that I need to ask quickly and nicely (please Sir)...or the number could get higher.  So I ask, and he is happy to oblige me.  They are hard....and I am very happy when they are over.  Master then tells me that from now on ...we will keep track of how many minutes late I am each day....and my bottom will pay the price. I groan...and He says, if you remembered each day, we would not need this discussion.  I ask...very nicely if I can have a little leeway....He agrees to 5 minutes before or after ....If i go beyond the 5 minutes....then the paddle will remind me.  I think setting my phone is the way to go......
                       I am envious of all of you who are experiencing spring time...it still is cold and snowy here...UGH!!!!  
hugs abby
               
              
            
           

How to Spank Me when I am Not in the Mood...Amy's Challenge...

      It's been a long week.  I am tired, and it is finally Friday.  Usually Master and I celebrate getting to Friday with some  of our kind of play time.  I even hinted earlier in the day that maybe just a nice dinner and some quiet time would be a nice change for this Friday.  His reply was ....really??  We will see how you are feeling later today.
      It is later, and I am not feeling all that 'spankable'...Master greets me with a big hug, and starts to knead my shoulders and rub my back. I am soon breathing easier, when M reaches and grabs something, not letting me see what it is....and soon I realize it is a blindfold....I have not been blindfolded in a lonnnggg time.
      Master is talking....He is telling me that all I need to do is relax and rely on Him.  He takes my hand and leads me to the play room.  He gives me a big hug and tells me I am not do to a thing....leave it all up to Him.  He tells me he will start with undressing me.  He removes my shirt, and rubs and massages my hands and arms, then is doing the same to my back.  I feel nothing for a moment, and then He is massaging and squeezing my breasts. I take a step away...He whispers into my ear...stand still and relax...I am in charge...you just have to enjoy.  I take a deep breath and stand still....trying to relax.
        He takes my hand and leads me to another spot, He sits and pulls me over his knees.  He is massaging my bottom, stopping every so often for some hand spanks.  I then hear...warm up time.  He is spanking my bottom, stopping to rub and check to see if I am responding positively to this spanking...we both know...he will find evidence that I am. He decides it is time to move on since this play time is just starting...not ending.
           He helps me stand, and leads me to the spanking horse, helps me get on and adjusted as he straps me in.  He rubs my bottom and then I feel a smack.  He tells me , he will spank me 5 times and I need to try and identify what he is spanking me with..if I am correct, I get to decide when the spanks stop...if not He decides.  
              The first 5 and I guess the small rose paddle. I am right...he tells me to remember there are lots more 'toys' to come, so I should not let my bottom get too tenderized too soon.  I stop Him after a few sets, and next I feel the swishing of skinny strands....horse hair flogger.  Right ..again!  I love this ...it does come out of the bag often enough.  He starts by swishing all over my body, and the wakes me by using it as a flogger.  I am so relaxed, and He finally decides we need to move on before I fall asleep.  I am correct in guessing that the crop is next...He tells me, this one is for 'her' to enjoy..meaning a pussy spanking.  I let out a little groan..he laughs and says I bet you will be dripping soon...he knows me well.
             After the crop, is the large leather strop...there is no mistaking this one.  He drags it all over my body before he starts to swing it...I quickly am in  the 'zone', and just wanting more.  He stops a couple times to give me a rub down and have me speak to him...so I stay awake.  He then stands in front of me, removes the blindfold,  and tells me to remove the next 'toy'...his belt. He announces 50, starting off light and building.  I am so well warmed  up that I am soon in my zone...not even hearing him count.
              After more rubbing, M says I can choose the order of the last two 'toys'.  I know, even before I hear him say...large flogger and...probably the whip...one is my favorite, the other is His.  I choose whip first, since I want to end with the flogger.  He nicely announces 50 with the whip, then 100 with the flogger.  When He finishes I do not even want to move.  Master is rubbing and talking....and using His fingers to make certain my juices are running...they are.
                 I hear Him talking, I ask what he is saying...He chuckles and tells me to listen up.  He asks if my mood has changed...I tell him it sure has.  He asks if I want to stop..or go on to other activities.  I give a look and say ..please, I need a release.  He chuckles..only one...that would be a first.  He us undoes the ties, and helps me up.  Once we are resettled, he tells me....You must ask me for permission before you have your first "O"...after that you may cum as often as you like, until I hear you say enough.  
                    It does not take long for me to be asking for that first permission...and then after more...who can count at such a time......I say enough.  I am laying, totally spent and relaxed as He is massaging and whispering wonderful words.  He pokes me, and tells me it is not bed time...and asks....how I am feeling about this 'unwanted' play time...I grin, sit up in His lap, and whisper into his ear...Master always knows best!
       Thanks for the challenge Amy...this was fun....and maybe....might give someone an idea!!!

Hugs abby







               
              
                 

        

A Catch Up Post....

     Thank you all for your warm welcome back....and I am very happy to be with my blogging family once again.  Thought I might fill you in on a few happenings while I was away.
     First, I caught some terrible crud.  It started with a cough, and then coughing fits, was diagnosed with a virus.  When the coughing stopped, I was just worn out.  No energy AT ALL!
I way toooo slowly recovered but it took about 3 weeks.
    
       Master's Christmas project.  Every year at Christmas, M works and completes a wood working project.  Last year He make our spanking horse.  It is good sized, heavy wood, all the places where my body touches it are covered with leather
covered foam padding.  There are rests for my arms and for my upper legs....it is meant to keep me completely open to Him.  There is a belt that can go around my waist and ties for my wrists and ankles.  The restraints are not used often as I am quiet comfortable on it....but they do come in handy at times.  He wants to add a head support so I can be totally comfy.....It has been a great addition to our playtime.

            This year, shortly after Christmas, M presented me with a wooden spoon as his project.  Now it is not a teaspoon, nor a tablespoon, more like one of those large wooden salad spoons.  The wood he used has a beautiful resin running through it, and it is shiny.  The first time we used it, I was a little hesitant....it is heavy...but after a good warm-up I managed to get used to the thud, and grew a little fonder of it.
The next time it was used was during a punishment session...yes my halo fell off....and that thing can make quite a statement.  I was loud, He spanked hard and fast, and my rosy pink bottom, quickly was  a cherry red bottom.  So I guess right now I have a love/hate relationship with it.

         Some of you have asked about the Aruba vacation.  It was wonderful!!!!  I traveled to my son's about a week early to help with the kids.  Our flight out was smooth and the weather was perfect, the beaches beautiful and the water a shade of aqua that drew me in.  I am a beach girl at heart, and we had so much fun.  One day, the 9 year old and my son and I went for a submarine ride. Every seat had a window, and we saw coral reefs, all kinds of fish and a couple ship wrecks.  The next day, the same 3 of us went for a walk on the ocean floor.  Yes, we used the air helmets that deep sea divers used...had a short class on how they work and how to keep our ears unplugged, and some hand signals to help us communicate with the guides once we were on the ocean bottom.  We were told there was a hand railing we had to hang on to...since they did not want us to wander off.  It was AMAZING....so many schools of fish, and they swam close enough for us to feel their fins, we saw more ship wrecks, and many pictures were taken.  The only downside, was taking almost 16 hours to get home.....bad weather and plane problems..but we made it back safely.  The weather kept me at my son's longer than I had planned before returning home, so I was away about 3 weeks.
Have a good weekend all...I am still catching up with all of you....have found a few meme's I need to add my 2 cents worth to.....
hugs abby




        





           
                  

Finally Finding My Way Back....

        Hello all....I have finally found my way back, not that I was actually loss.  Because of a few events, and some feelings I was having, I intended a short break....the longer I was away, the harder it seemed to come back.  I missed all of you, and I really did appreciate those of you who reached out to me.  
     When I first started blogging it was at Master's insistence. In a very short time, I discovered a place where I could share all of me, make some wonderful friends, and since I am a diary keeper, a place where I could come back and see where I...we...have been.  In fact, the last couple months I have been re-reading my posts.
       So, I am back, and I intend to stay.  Life has been busy, with the good and the not so good, but that is life.  M and I are thankful to be traveling this road together.  Mondays are still maintenance day....and Fun Fridays occur when we can.  
      Today, being Monday, was maintenance day...that pic that Master posted earlier today is proof of that.  Like always, we start with my kneeling while He re-claims all of me...touching, rubbing, pinching, pulling, ...my eyes are closed  and I relax and accept.   Then I am over his lap, and He starts in with the maintenance paddle....I quickly remind Him that a warm-up would be nice...a wayyy too quick one is provided....then 100 with the paddle, 4 sets of 25...a little rubbing between each set. (Some things never change much do they?)
      Master then tells me He has good news/bad news for me.  He chuckles as I give Him a 'look'...I am getting settled on the spanking horse, when He shows me the large flogger...that is the good news.  My smile agrees...very good news indeed.  For the bad news...He is taking out his cane. ( I was thinking whip).....so the cane is a tiny bit of a relief.  He starts with the flogger, flogging and swishing it all over me....ahhhhh so very nice. After each set of 10, I get 10 with the cane....this is something new, alternating after 10 spanks.  I do like that there will be 'only' 10 with the cane each time.
     And of course, once the spanking part is done, we move on to...permissions and orgasms...and more fun!  So things have not changed much since my last post.  
     Have a good week all...I am hoping for some signs of spring...winter needs to exit!!!
hugs abby
      

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Hi all

TBT....My First Caning

Hi all....It has been a crazy week, maintenance has been on the agenda for each day and so far life has not cooperated.....

This post is from...August 2010

I had been "introduced" to Master's toy bag. He informed me that our next session would be all about the cane. This time He would start on a blank palette..sometimes He can be so poetic. I assumed that meant no other toys first.
Every time i thought of that cane, the butterflies went wild! Master kept reminding me that all implements can be enjoyed...or not..depending on the user.

Finally the day was here. He gave me a wonderful hand warm-up....thank goodness the palette was not going to be totally blank! Then He surprised me by telling me to go pick up the pencil on a nearby table and write down how many strokes i wanted.
Talk about being confused...i had no idea what number to choose. I had read lots of stories about naughty girls getting caned, and they did not inspire me to a large number! At the same time, i did not want to appear to be a total wimp!

I knew that 12 seemed to be a number that appeared in many of the stories, but that seemed like a lot. After Master urged me on, i finally decided on 10..a double digit number, but less than 12. I was to kneel on the seat of a chair, bend over the back of the chair..and stay in position.

Master went to see the number i had chosen..."What only 10?....If you chose a higher number we could start off lighter...trust Me!

He gave them to me in sets of 3, each set a little harder, and with lots of encouragement! One more i thought, and this has not been so bad. Well that last one, caused me to move up and off the chair! That was the cane i had read about!
Master then announced that since i did not stay in place i will get 3 more. I slowly got back in position, and this time was a little more ready for the harder strokes. He gave me three more, and gave me permission to get off the chair and was ready with a big hug! Yes it had been only 13,,but i had done it!

Master then told me to sit in the chair, while He went in the next room for something. Well i could not resist, i stood to feel the welts, they were barely there, but i felt them. When Master returned, He asked if i had stayed seated. I replied i am sitting now. He repeated His question..(smell a set-up? ) I admitted to standing to feel my bottom and was immediately pulled over His lap for a hand spanking. A spanking, over a caning, sure is intensified! He considered it my first lesson in obedience!

......and yes...that was my shortest caning to date....the best part of a caning...being able to feel the welts the day after....

hugs abby

....."It's all about the memories"....

.....Hi there, I have spent the last 2 weeks wearing my grandma hat...it was lots of fun, but I have to admit...I am not as young as I used to be..LOL.  My daughter and her crew left this morning, and I have spent today, collecting things that were forgotten , changing beds, emptying the fridge of further 'temptations' and restoring some normalcy.
   A word of warning, about the only fun activity that did not take place is anything related to spanking.  That will resume soon, M keeps scratching his palm.  But this post has nothing to do with spanking or submission...if that is what you are looking for...you are excused for today.
  When my kids were little every time we would go visit my mom and dad, my mom would come up with something that would have me saying...really mom???  If you have read here for a while, you know that she would bring up a tray for them to have breakfast in bed...a bowl of ice cream with dishes of various toppings..and a glass of milk..so it was healthy, was one of many....'memory making ' moments she would come up with. And yes....they do remember memere and the fun they had with her still today.
  Seems I have happily inherited that gene.  Thought I would share one of those fun times we had on this visit.  My grandson (7) loves to cook. For Christmas I got him a subscription for a once a month delivery of a menu, a book to keep them in, a child sized cooking utensil and all the dry ingredients.  He has loved it...there were breakfasts, salad, desserts and meals.  Not all of it stuff he would eat, but as he explained to his mom....chefs cook for others..they do not have to like what they are cooking.
   So, as a  thank-you he wanted to cook a complete meal while he was visiting for everyone.  With his mom's help, it took most of an afternoon to make a salad, stuffed chicken, pasta, garlic bread and individual lava cakes for dessert. When dinner was almost ready I had the sudden idea that I should 'dress' for dinner, since it was so special. I whispered to my daughter to let me know when it was ready, I was going up to change for dinner...she looked at me....but I said I just want H to know I appreciate his efforts.
   I got to my room and was looking in my closet ...when suddenly....I  thought....a very special dinner, should be a very special guest...who is more special than the QUEEN???  So I rummaged quickly, and came up with a long shimmery summer dress, I wrapped a white summer shawl around the top, added lots of long necklaces, and...since  I collect frogs...I have lots of frog pins as jewelry...so added those to the shawl...some fancy flip flops....and the final touch....a large orange headband covered with orange flowers (yes there is a story that goes with that.....). Just as I finished, I heard my daughter call...dinner time.
    I made my appearance, announcing... the Queen had heard that one of her subjects had worked hard on a dinner, so she decided to attend the celebration as a thank you for the meal.  (Luckily, my son got his phone out an took pictures of the kids faces ...all were wide-eyed and large smiles). As an added, thank you, the queen had a large velvet pouch and handed out a gift to the most loyal of her subjects. (I had bought matching July 4th shirts and had not doled them out yet)...so I handed each of the kids their shirt.
   Dinner was indeed very delicious...and the lava cakes...Oh my!!!!  Later, when it was bedtime, my daughter came down stairs and said...the kids said ...grandma always has a funny surprise for us, and this one was really funny!  My son came down and said....the kids asked him where does grandma get all her fun ideas...he said he had no idea!
Mission accomplished
Memories made...
hugs abby
   

TBT post from February 2011

...I am still wearing that grandma hat.. we all head back to grandma's tomorrow, where my daughter and her crew will be joining us for another week...

*******I chose this post for the way it ended....I learned so much about M on this day....I learned that he knew that sometimes what is needed is grace, forgiveness, hugs and some quiet talk time.

Scratch One New Year's Resolution...

My new year's resolution to submit more gracefully came to an end today. I am sitting with a very sore bottom, and shaking my head at my actions this afternoon. Attitude..i had it, stubborness...yes that too....submission...sadly, not so much.

When i text Master this morning about my plans for this afternoon, He told me He would let me know if i had permission, depending on what time He would be available. He knew i wanted to be some place at 3, by 2:30 i had not heard from Him, so i called and said i would be late and might not make it at all. He text me at 2:45 what i was doing? I replied waiting, but i was not happy...What did He think i was doing? Was He testing me? My already not so great mood, took a definate turn for the worse.

I walked in asking, not so nicely, if this afternoon was a test? Did He expect to find me gone? Would that have been OK? His raised eye brow and quick reply should have warned me. But sometimes , a girl is too far gone to heed a warning. He asked me what happened over the weekend that i gained 2 pounds. After a hesitation, i simply said i don't know.
He held the basement door open and pointed. I hesitated, til i heard a loud NOW.

Master is an expert scolder. He is loud, He has a lot to say, and He makes His point very clear. I was told to lean over and grab the seat of a wooden chair, and NOT to let my hands leave that seat or He would start over. He pulled me pants/panties down. The first swat took my breath away. He does not stop scolding, just because He is spanking. The spanking was slow, but extremely hard...He was using a large peice of wood. I move my feet, He reminds me to keep my hand on the seat...my loud reply was they are there! He stopped to remind me that gaining 2 pounds over a weekend meant i did not even try, i put all my eating rules on a shelf. He does not believe in going backwards, and will not let me go backwards. Finally He said 3 more, pulled down my pants more and said if i moved my hands or feet, they would be on my thighs. When He announces only 3 more, it is a relief, but with the knowledge that will be the hardest ones yet. I managed to stay in place.

He then went over and brought over a rubber strap. He annnounced that if He was not pleased with Friday's report, He would be using the rubber strap in the basement. He gave me one swat with it...WOW. Granted it was on a sore bottom, but i do not ever want to feel that being used on my bottom by an angry Master. I asked if we were done, He allowed me to get up. He reminded me i had not said i was sorry, i replied i had in an email. He said not in person, so i said sorry, and went up the stairs, muttering it was only 2 pounds.

He stayed in the basement, when i reached the top He said He obviously had not done a good enough job, i needed to come back down. I did not want to, and said so. He waited a minute or so. I was not moving. He started to count, and self preservation kicked in and i went back down to Him. He had me back over the seat of the chair, but did not spank, He rubbed and talked. I started to calm down a little. He had me get up and sit in His lap, and we chatted about my attitude and my behavior. I had calmed a little, and we ended with some kneeling time.

Once back upstairs Master said He expects extra effort the rest of the week, to make up for the lost weekend.

Since i have been home, i have been trying to figure out, where all that ungracious submission came from. I have a few ideas, no real answers, but the attitude is gone, replaced with embarrassment. One month...my resolution lasted one month. So i start again...Master my resolution for the rest of this year is to submit more gratiously, to submit because i want to, because it will please You, because it is good for me.

It has been months since my last visit to the basement....hopefully it will be longer than that for my next one.

abby

FF 21....and one of those catch up posts.....

       FF report...loss 1 pound :).....I am off to my son's this afternoon...which is good news...busy with the grands and some swimming...and bad news DIL always treats me to cooking all my favorites, and at least a couple of ice cream outings.  Hoping the two balance out....
      Walking....got it in every day but one....and while away it is easy to convince the girl's to walk to a playground or have them scooter  while I try to keep up.
      No sitting binges...have been pretty busy, so not much sitting....
      De-cluttering....fail at that one....

M/M....We did have maintenance, on Tuesday, the routine naked kneeling and claiming, reminding me that ALL of me is His...over his lap for a hand warm-up, then 100 with the maintenance paddle.  M then let me choose....100 more with either the belt strap, which is very narrow, no buckle..or the large leather strop.  I went with the strop, it looks intimidating but is moving up on my favorites list.  On an already warmed bottom, it was a perfect lead-in to 'other' acivities ;))

F/F...was on Thursday this week.     Once again my kneeling time...as he is 'playing' with my breast I move my hands...the are supposed to stay behind me.  He gets up and goes over and gets cuffs...not the comfy leather, fur lined ones....more like the ones kids use to play cops and robbers.  I have never seen these, which makes him chuckle (he loves to surprise me), they do fit, but not comfy.  My hands are secured, and as he reaches for my nipples I move back a bit...not far...just an instinctive move. He gets up again and gets the blind fold.  (Lately that man is full of surprises). He continues and then invites me over his lap.  I am still cuffed and blindfolded, and I dare not say what I am thinking , so I just wait...and finally he asks if i would like some help, I nicely ask and he helps me up and over his lap.
    He is using his hand as we chat.  I have had 2 recent casino days lately....the first was very successful, a big win, and I did come home with having doubled my money, and put most of it away for my sister trip coming up.  My Wednesday trip was not so successful...I did return with some money....but M asked how much I had loss.  I tell him and he decides that since I enjoy gambling and he enjoys spanking me we are going to combine the two.  He has a plan...the man always  has a plan.  From now on, if I have a winning day, I will have earned a flogging....5 times the dollar amount I have won.  If I have a losing day, I come home to a paddling....a hard paddling...with a smaller formula for the loss.  My most recent trip meant 50 hard ones with his beloved...my paddleman...paddle. (Yes, a gift from me). 
    He removes the blindfold and cuffs and tells me to get on the spanking horse...he secures me and decides on sets of 10...they are HARD, and I am being loud.  He then remarks...it will be interesting to see, the next casino trip, how much you are willing to lose with trying to turn your luck around....I do laugh at that...and say...probably not as much as in the past.  We do then move on to an activity that we can both enjoy, and leaves us exhausted and speechless...
  It is going to be a busy couple of weeks, my son and his family are diving me back and spending the week, and my daughter and her family will be joining us...
hugs abby

TBT....Memories....8 years ago...( This was first published December of 2010...still is very true today)

S

ooo cold....and soo much snow! But my memories are keeping me warm tonight. Eight years ago today, Master and i met. I was sooo nervous, meeting someone i had met over the internet, and talked to on the phone to discuss "spanking"...was this really me? That man that i met, instantly made me feel at ease..that and the giant sized happy hour beer! Mostly what i remember is thinking..he uses the word spanking out loud in almost every sentence...and the sound of his voice..it pulled me in...and as the quote goes..he had me at "hello".

For the next 2 years he introduced me to the world of spanking. He seemed to know instinctively when to take it very slowly and when to push me a bit. He introduced me to all the toys in his giant toy bag, to the joys of bondage and blindfolds, and even trained me to call him "Sir". Slowly, he took this "newbie" and opened up a whole new world to her.

After about two years the word "submission" started to enter our discussions. I was a take charge, be in control person...yes getting spanked was submissive in nature, but..... Once again he knew me better than i knew myself. One memorable afternoon in June, i "officially" became his...he was my Master....he owned all of me. I have learned a lot about being submissive in the ensuing years, Master is a good and patient teacher.

So, this is a thank You note to the man i now call Master. This is not a complete list, he has helped me to grow and change in ways i never imagined possible. He claims he has not changed me, he has simply allowed the hidden "me" to emerge, maybe he just does not realize how much he has impacted my world.

Master thank You,
...for teaching me that being submissive is not about being weak or a doormat,
...for knowing when to insist i can reach a goal, and when to let me quietly come to that conclusion myself
...for accepting ALL of me, pushing me to improve areas i want to, but always accepting all parts of me as they are
...for helping me to look deep inside myself, to become more open, to tear down walls that i was sure were permanent
...for being a support for me, in hard times, even when we are in different states, You know how to get me to breathe and smile
...for making my fantasies come to life...even the ones i did not know i had!
...for those times, especially in the beginning, when You could have given up on me, and even i would not have blamed You, but You hung in there
...for proving to me that it is more than OK to reach out and to ask for help
...for making each year better than the one that came before, this past year being no exception to that
...for earning and being worthy of my trust and respect...i used to choke on the word sir, now Master is is a fitting title

This is, of course, an incomplete list.


HUGS...abby

No Sight....No Sound....No Voice...

           Earlier this week, Master remarked that he had been thinking about his whip....and me....with that evil grin of his.   I knew he was giving me time to wrap my head around...a whipping.  I love surprises...and Master is often full of surprises...but a warning about a harder play. day..whip or cane or punishment....always helps me to accept it better when I have had some time to anticipate it.  
            I was kneeling, naked, as He re-claimed every part of me.  I am then over his lap, for what, I hope is a long hand warm-up.  He finishes with his hand, but then I feel...soft leather. I can tell it must be the beaver tail...one of my favorites.  I had not seen it out, so it was a nice surprise.  After he is done with the leather...yes, always too soon, I suddenly feel cool wood.  I had not seen that out either...(he had put both of them under a cushion)....after a couple lighter taps, he starts in harder. I pop up my head and look back and give him "a look".  He says, it is maintenance for this week...those light spanks on Monday don't really count. We differ on this, but I am not exactly in a 'position' to argue. 
           After a break Master helps me to get up and on the spanking bench.  He secures my arms, and legs, and waist, but then decides to undo the waist one as it will be in the way.  He goes to get something  else....I am thinking whip...when he returns with a ball gag.  I have never been gagged....much less with a ball gag....I did not even know he had one and I must admit, a little worried that he chose this time to decide that I should be gagged.  After the gag is secure, he then holds up a pair of ear phones....I had not seen those either...yes I am positively going to start being more observant ....Next, I am told to close my eyes...a blindfold, now that we have used  before, not in a long time.  So, no vision, no hearing, no words (there was SOUND)....This is a big surprise, we have never even talked about this, and I was expecting a whipping....but I have to say, I am comfortable on the bench, and except for the ball gag filling my mouth, I am comfortable.
          The next thing I realize is the sting of the whip on my bottom, usually the whip lands on my back, so this is a new sensation.  He is using mostly just the tip of the whip, but they do sting, and I am being vocal...25 on my bottom. ( I was not counting, that never entered my muddled mind....Master later told me how many.) He then moves to my back, 25 stripes with the whip.  Once he stops, he rubs my bottom and back until I am once again relaxed.   
       A bit of a lull, and the the sting of the whip is replaced with the thud of the cane.  He is using mostly just the tip of the cane, once again 25 on my bottom, 25 on my back.  Another quick break and then I feel the swish of the flogger.....ahhh...I can relax.  Lots of swishing, and then again 25 with the flogger on my back.  Then, I feel his hands, rubbing and massaging, until I am totally relaxed...and decides it is time to see how the 'rest' of me is doing.   With just a little help, I am ready to cum...and cum ...and, well until I am saying no more please.   
     He removes the ear phones and I immediately hear his voice telling me how pleased he is with me, how well I did, while removing the gag and the blindfold. He asks if I am ready to move and when I am,  he helps me up and over to the sofa, and pulls me on his lap. He has a bottle of cold water and is telling me to drink. He holds me until I have recovered enough to talk. 
       My least favorite part was the gag.....I did not like the feel of it in my mouth...what I missed the most during it all was hearing his voice.  He is a talker, usually continually talking to me during our play times, his voice steadies me, encourages me, settles me.  It was very intense, sensory deprivation, something I had never experienced before.  I was never scared or worried, but it did reach what seemed like sensory overload , at times. Would I want to do it every week....no....would I do it again...yes!          Master's first words to me this morning were...have you landed yet?  Not totally, bottom and back are still tender, and I am still processing all of it. I slept really well and  I am thankful that a quiet Saturday is planned.   
hugs abby
          
            

TBT....Can He Read My Mind????

......This was first posted in November of 2010. I was having a difficult time deciding on a post...and read this one.  It was a fun, more light-hearted post.....and I have learned the answer to the question is YES...He not only can read my mind...he has taken up residence in there:).

Have you ever cum from getting your nipples licked?****

     ****** That title was provided by Master...my choice would have been.."A Lighter Play Monday:)"....as you can probably already guess from the two titles...M/M day was lots of fun this week...

     It is Monday maintenance time.  Master has me kneeling while he claims every inch of me..touching, rubbing, pulling, nipping.  Lately he seems  really interested in my breast...and nipples...spending most of this time on them.  When he is done with his fingers, he decides to let his mouth do the torturing....well not really torturing:)......He is licking and sucking...and I am starting to moan and pant.  He laughs and decides to 'check' and see if all parts of me are responding in a like manner...of course he finds the evidence he is looking for...He tells me, it would be impossible for me to cum just from his licking nipples...right?  He gives me permission to cum at any time.
    I manage to pull away a bit, and remind him that it is maintenance day and we have not had the spanking part yet....he laughs and says....spankings always hurt more after an orgasm.  He tells me not to worry about that, as he returns to his assault.  I would like to write that I had enough self-control to hang on and ride it out without cumming.....but that is not the case...I can feel myself dripping..and I know...it is useless...so I let go, and ...another first...I cum just from nipple stimulation.  Master is hugging me and when I look up at him...he has a huge grin.  Once I have somewhat recovered...it is maintenance time.
    I am over Master's lap, enjoying the hand warm-up, when Master announces it is time for the real spanking to begin.  He rubs my bottom a bit with the maintenance paddle, and then starts in....only the spanks are spanks...but much lighter than usual.  I decide to just enjoy, figuring he is starting slowly.  A break after 25 for some rubbing and the next set....still the same light ones.  I am a little confused, thinking that the next 50 will be revved up, but at least my bottom will be will warmed.  Much to my delight..and surprise....all of maintenance is a much lighter spanking this week.
   I am on knees 'thanking' M for maintenance....and don't even have to struggle with sounding sincere.  Master chuckles...and says....I finally realized that since breast play usually happens before a spanking, you do not want to cum from it....since the spanking will hurt more.  You always manage to hold back....so I decided this week, to reward you if you let go...and you did!  I am astounded....before I can speak, Master says...since this seems to be a lighter play Monday, we might as well continue with the flogger....my yes Sir quickly agrees.
   I get up on the spanking bench and M starts with lots of swishing and some gentle flogging...continuing the back and forth, increasing the strength of the flogging each set.  I am so enjoying this wonderful surprise, and too soon find myself asking for more permissions....they are granted....and I am spent and after some massaging M offers to help me off the bench, and we spend some quiet time just snuggling while i continue to recover.
   Once I am breathing again and can speak...I thank him....it has been almost 18 years.....and still, he manages to surprise me...in the most delightful ways.
hugs abby

FFF 19...

       Ah...to be 19 again...well not really I guess, but it was a fun, mostly carefree time.....
       I was a little worried about this report...I went on a 'girlfriend' overnight this week.  We would love to do it once a month seeing as we are both retired.....but we seem to be more busy than when we were teaching.  This one was to celebrate my birthday...only 4 months late..lol.
We always have a plan...rarely follow it....we were in the Niagara Falls area...beautiful place...did some walking (and tasting of goodies), a couple casinos ( I actually came home with double my money...HURRAH!!!), saw the movie "The Book Club"...entertaining, funny, great casting....I would recommend it...and of course ate well....

Weight...stayed the same :):):)...yes I was very happy with that!
Walking...even while away, I did well with this...the weather has been great, sunny, not sweltering hot...so I was out every day!
Sitting Binges....I get an A here also...when home, remembered to get up and about hourly...
De-cluttering.....no big project...but since it has not snowed in 2 weeks, I put the rest of winter things away ...hopefully until at least next November!

Have a fun weekend...hugs abby

TBT...Who is More Stubborn...first published July 17, 2010

This is another look back to my journey with Master. This session took place before He was my Master, and had been spanking me for about 7/8 months. We were meeting every few weeks. I had only a couple rules at this point, one being to refer to Him as Sir while He was spanking me..which i was doing pretty well at...and one that i saw no point to..having to ask for permission to pull up my pants and panties after He was done spanking me.

We had just finished a fairly long session, using a variety of His toys. My bottom was nicely tingling and red.
I stood up, and started to put on my pants and panties. He said, you are forgetting something. I looked around and said, no, i have everything and finished with the clothing.
(After all, it was MY clothing, i was not going to go around bare assed all day, and He was done!)

"Ask", was all He said...i replied,.. too late they are on..(i know ..i look back now in wonder at what was i thinking!) Before i could take a breath i was back over the bed, and they were no longer on. His hand was spanking quickly and furiously. He let me up, and i looked Him in the eye and reached for the panties once again. Back over the bed i went for a repeat.

He stood me back up gave me the "one eyebrow" look, which i ignored as i reached for the panties. (Trust me i am not usually such a slow learner) He said,...it's your bottom..., to which i foolishly replied..."guess this is where we find out who is more stubborn!" Before i took another breath i was over the bed, He somehow had a paddle in His hand, and was using it on an already very sore bottom. "Let me know when you have decided who is more stubborn", He said.

Now i may be foolish, but am not stupid, i decided quickly that He was indeed more stubborn than i was.  After i reassured Him that He was indeed more stubborn, i started to get up. He held me down and said ask to get up. I hesitated, which started the paddling again! I asked, to be told, "ask nicely". So i added a couple of pleases, and asked again as nicely as i knew how. I was able to get up, look over at Master, and say, "May i please put my panties and pants back on?" With a glint in His eye and smile on His face He said..certainly.
Looking back, it seems like such a small thing to ask me to do. I still ask every time, only without prompting.
I learned on that day, that i had been demoted to second most subborn person that i knew.

abby

Harder Play Monday.....

            Right after He says good morning to me, Master asks if I know what day it is.  He seems happy about whatever day it is...but the only thing I can think of is ...it is Monday.  Maintenance day?? is my guess...that is every Monday he says....this is the FIRST Monday of the month...I groan, his grin widens.  How is it you never remember...I giggle as I remind Him, I am retired, I don't have to know the dates of most days . He then says, I think we should get the spanking bench for today...now there is something I can whole heartedly agree with.... 
             Life has been crazy busy..yes even for a retired gal.  We have missed a couple harder play Mondays, so maybe I was hoping that they were off the calendar.....M decides to take a long 'lunch" :).....so earlier than I was anticipating I am kneeling naked, being reclaimed, reminded that ALL of me, head to toe, inside and out....is HIS.  I am invited over his lap, and he is searching the cushions and out comes the maintenance paddle. He starts in and I quickly spurt out..no warm-up??  He says it is harder play, this is your warm-up.  He is already almost to 25, so I know I need to settle, since this is the warm-up.  He does stop for some rubbing at the end of each set, I am squirming and vocalizing a bit. When he finally reaches 100 I am invited to thank him...verbally and by kneeling and sucking his cock.
                  I am concentrating on distracting him as much as possible, and I find myself starting to get wet and squirm. Master notices and says, I give you permission to cum...no touching, just sucking...and if you do, harder play will be canceled for today.  I do give it my best shot, I am close, but with no touching at all....it is not going to happen.  Master pulls my face up, and asks if I am ready to move to the spanking bench ...reminding me that I do not have permission to cum, until I hear the words.
                     Master made this bench earlier this year, it is padded, the perfect size for me, support for my body, head, arms and legs.  I can be tied around my waist and limbs if he wishes.  I love it, it is comfy, it puts me into a great head space, and the fact that he made it for me...for us...adds to it.  M does not always secure me to the bench, since it would take a lot of effort for me to move off from it, but today he decides to buckle me in  at the waist and limbs, he makes sure I am still comfy and tells me I will be getting 25 each with 5 toys of his choice, maintenance was my warm-up.
                        He says he will start with one of my favorites, the belt.  They are hard from the start, but it is leather, and he does stop a couple times for some rubbing. Second is the 'licking stick"...that is what it says on it.  I looks like a paint stick, and is more stinging than thuddy.  Some of these do land on my sit spots...just because, he can. Next he says, is a gift I gave him.  Now when I give a gift, I always try to please the recipient....so far M has appreciated all my gifts, I, on the other hand, have at times questioned my sanity.  He pulls out one that I had made for him....a rather long and heavy wooden paddle, that "my paddleman" was stenciled on.  He thanks me again for his wonderful gift, as he starts in with the next 25.  I am very glad that there are only 25, and that I am well 'buckled down'.
                  M remarks that I took those so well....he will use leather next...the large leather strop.  He brings it in front of me and tells me to kiss it...I do...on a well warmed bottom, it is one of my favorites....and my bottom has been very well-warmed.  I am able to relax into these, and I appreciate this choice.  "Since that was one of your favorites, time for one of mine".  I am thinking....either cane or whip.....and I hear him say, I want you wearing my stripes today....the cane.
                    They are all hard ones, and my bottom is getting very hot.  I am more vocal this time, and when he is done, he rubs my bottom, telling me how much he loves the heat it is generating.  Master then decides to check, how 'she' is doing....that maybe she wants some of the spanking fun.  (Lately it seems, my reaction to pussy spanking, is.....crazy ...in the sense that it is a quick way to get me to orgasms...rarely just one..as Master sees one as proof he should continue and keep me going.)  He says I have permission to cum as many times as I want....now I do love my O's...don't get me wrong....but want is not an issue...He is in charge of them...and he knows just how to get me and keep me going.  So, fairly quickly, I am once again getting very vocal and loud...but this time for a different reason.  I can feel myself squirting....and M encouraging me, telling me that he loves to hear me using my voice, that I am pleasing him with my responses, until finally, I start saying...enough, i can't...and He nicely stops...as i rest on the bench he unbuckles the ties, rubs my back and legs, and when I can move, helps me up....and we snuggle in closely, knowing how lucky we are.  
                     Master does tell me, that my reaction kind of betrays my words that tell Him I am not a fan of harder play Mondays.  I can't disagree.....something about the outcome justifying the means, maybe...
Have a good week all....we seem to be having a series of 90 degree days, followed by much cooler weather...but at least no more white stuff.
hugs abby