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)

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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
                             
                            


             
     

Results on the Basement Vote....

       Before the results, some of my thoughts.  First of all, I am once again reminded of what an amazing group we have here in blog land.  I expected maybe a few morn comments that I usually get....but never as many of you who took the time to vote, and many of you to comment. So thank-you all for voting and commenting.  
        And, I mis-informed you on a part of M's idea.  Whenever I write a post, I check and re-check, sometimes let it sit a day and re-check again...proof-reading is a hard habit for an English teacher to break. M did not mean for the basement paddling to be a regular thing...it has been years since once has occurred, it is not particularly 'fun' for either one of us.  M caught the error, not me...but it was a couple days after I had posted, and comments and votes were already there.  We both realize that particular point, would probably have meant more yes votes for the basement.
           The no votes won by 3 votes....a close call.  M and I discussed all the comments a couple of days ago.  He decided, that since I have refocused and have been more 'submissive minded', that there will not be a basement spanking....now.  He made it clear the option is always open, and will not be put up for a vote, should he feel that a basement trip is necessary.  
         Almost all of the no voters' comments were with the thought, that punishment and maintenance are two different types of spankings, and should be treated as such.  A harsh punishment spanking, is not close to the same as a weekly maintenance one...we all pretty much agree on this.  The yes voters cited the following reasons...
      .....some admitted to just 'throwing me under the bus' in order to read about it. To be honest, that would be a reason for me to vote yes, also.  
      .... a few commented that if M felt that a basement 'visit' was necessary he would just do it, and not put it to a vote.  That is totally the case...I do remember being taken by the hand and let down those stairs, making the walk down last as long as possible.
      .....a number of you cited that M knows me well, all of me. Therefore, if he was thinking a basement visit was necessary, it probably would be beneficial.  I have often written here about how well M knows me...inside and out, and an even greater gift...he accepts all of me, wanting what is best for me.  So those comments made me stop and think...and tell M if he thought a basement session was needed, I should have just accepted it...and will (at least try harder, in the moment) to accept it with more grace.
............and...if you have not read the comments on this post, please go back and read at least one...from Ava.  She took me up on the 100 spank challenge.  She had never been spanked 100 times , they decided to use a safe word (I have always had one....),. Her spanking was in sets of 25, with a stop for rubbing after each set...(a wonderful part of my spankings)...and after the 100 he decided to go for an extra 25!!  They both enjoyed it....and plan on doing it again! Thanks Ava for sharing!

and...on a totally different note, I am back to having problems accessing certain blogs...it seems to be a sometime thing, so if you have not seen me comment know I am still trying.....

hugs abby

FFF 18

       I was at my son's last week, and did not remember to weigh in before I left on Thursday...and did not want to use a new scale...ummm...and being with the grands always means ice cream!!!  and my DIL...being the wonderful person she is, always manages to cook what she knows are my favorites. We did keep busy, spent almost one whole day at the zoo... I highly recommend it.  They added a special dinosaur section....a walk in what their natural habitat would be like and life sized dinos that spit and roar at you!  The museum also had a very large new exhibit on dinos...we spent a day there....lots of fun and walking:) both days.
       Walking....did pretty well on the walking...continued my routine while at home, and only missed a couple days while away.
        Sitting Binges....Those are rare with the grands around, and have been up and moving while back also.
          De-cluttering...no progress here, but have a couple projects in mind for this coming week.
          Weight...a nice surprise...I loss 1/2 pound!!! Guess the dance parties, walking, and 2 afternoons swimming made up for the ice cream and decicious meals:).
Hope you all had a good week...
hugs abby
    

Throwback Thursday....Title: In the Beginning December 2002 ....first posted July 2010

****I am working on a post on my thoughts on your comments from my last entry....It might be in 2 parts....hoping to get part 1 done by the weekend.

I am out of town for a couple weeks...so my blogging will be the start of a look back to where Master and i have been.

Spanking...it was a word i thought about often..too often..tried to visualize..tried to banish from my head...finally i decided to find out more..so i typed the word into a search engine..Oh My! Reading about spanking..only made me want it more...Why could i not get it out of my head??

From thinking i progressed to searching on-line...and finally to emailing a few online friends..mostly dominants...

That is how Master and i started..on line, sending emails, phone calls..and finally agreeing to meet. Even as i agreed i wasn't sure i could do it..go and meet Him...yes He had been understanding, and funny, and interesting, and the first time i heard His voice, i was enthralled, just by the sound of it (still am!). But still...me..go and meet with someone that i had only met on-line???

We were meeting late one afternoon, He gave me the choice for beer or coffee, without really thinking about it...i chose beer. He laughed and said good choice. I arrived at the place a few minutes early, and sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes, trying to decide if i could actually go in and meet Him. I finally talked myself into the free beer.

We talked for close to an hour, i think. Actually He did most of the talking, and i remember thinking...yikes..He uses the work spank in every other sentence! The sound or tone of His voice, His sense of humor, and His understanding of how i was feeling, won me over.

The man i now call Master, gave me my first spanking...using only His hand and over clothing, but it was a spanking...and i was thrilled! I could not believe i had actually been spanked...worse i had no one to jump up and down with and share my news.

I went home thinking finally! finally!..now i can forget all about this spanking business, and move on..i really did think that. Of course, a couple days later, i was wondering if i could get a second spanking on how soon could it happen...a spanko had been born!

At the time in my life when i thought i would be "settling in" and looking back on my best years, i was starting a brand new journey,,,one that i still wonder at, one that would take me places i had only imagined, and a few places i never could have imagined!

Stay cool everyone...til next time
abby

100 Spank Challenge.....and a question from Master....

       Amy gave me another wonderful idea for a post....thanks my friend...so please give her the credit...(Not my fault Baker:)...
          Seems that many of you had not had the fun of experiencing 100 spanks for a spanking.  Now, if you have been reading here for more than a month you all know...for me that is barely a warm-up.  But I think you all are missing out on something.  I am challenging all who read here to experience 100 spanks for a session.  Now, there are no other rules, so have fun with it...you can use just a hand, or just a 'toy' of your choice...or 5 different toys...or  try something totally new.  Position is your....or the spanker's choice.  And as an extra bonus...you get to have something to blog about and let us all know about it!  I will post a 100 spank "honor roll", in a couple of weeks, to give you all time to complete the challenge...(If you already have been spanked 100 times or more...please join in...just do it again , say it is for the challenge and post)!
        Another, sort of related, topic.  Yesterday was maintenance day for us.  Now, I would like you all to think that, by now, I kneel and get re-claimed, go over his knee and quietly submit to the spanking....and sometimes that happens.  Yesterday was not such a day....and for no obvious reason.  We chatted, I knelt for Him and then was over His lap.  There was a -too quick to my way of thinking- warm-up and Master started in...100 with the maintenance paddle. They really hurt, right from the beginning, and I just could not adjust.  I started complaining loudly...he was spanking harder than he usually did, it was too hard, ...you get the picture.  After 25 he did stop for some rubbing and we chatted about why we do this, about how it has helped us in a number of ways, and it happens every week.  Second set of 25 and I am no calmer and just as loud.  Half way though M tells me to kneel for him so we can chat and he can calm me.  Time for third set, and altho I still think they are harder than usual, I am not quite as vocal...more rubbing and then last set, which is usually the hardest, but felt about the same.  I did make some remark about finally finished....that was hard.  
        So we talked, about maintenance, about why we have it, about the positives....we are both committed to it, so there is at least one spanking a week...and often we end with a fun aspect, I have not had a punishment spanking (basement visit) in a long time since we started, it is a way for us to re-connect in 'our special way'.  Master then suggested that maybe once month maintenance should be more in the form of a punishment spanking...to remind me.  I would be in the basement, I would be bent over a chair, and that *****big paddle would be used for 100.  Needless to say, I am not in favor.  So Master suggested we put it to a vote, let all of you decide.  I quickly agreed (with a big grin).  Master noticed the grin and cautioned me not to be so sure of the results, there might be some bloggers who would be will to 'throw me under the bus so they could read about it'...yes his words.  I did not respond, but I am not all that worried.  So...I am asking anyone who feels incline to vote...once a month maintenance should be more of a punishment type spanking, yes or no....we will both agree to the outcome....no grudges held.
       I am off early tomorrow morning...I want to surprise the youngest grand by showing up at her Spring Concert at school.  I have surprised the three oldest in such a way, and now it is her turn. The program starts at 1:30 and I want a front row seat so she can see me, so I need to get going early.  Have a wonderful weekend all.....I will be looking for your votes on Master's suggestion when I return.
hugs abby

Thanks to Amy..."How Does He"?

         "Borrowing" this from Amy...thanks my friend for a great idea for a post.

       1. How does he let you know a spanking is coming?
                Sooo many ways.  M has been spanking me for...18 years...does not seem possible, but I went back and checked...yes we were babes when we started....LOL.  At first spankings were..once in a while when we could both fit it in.   Finally we got smart and decided since we were both so busy...we should schedule a once a week spanking.  Hence Maintenance Monday's...which still don't always work out.  We also added Fun Friday's...which sometimes work out.  Other times he gives me 'the look' and the crook of a finger....or simply invites me over his lap.  There are the times, I walk into a room to see 'toys' all laid out...

     2. How does he choose an implement?
                 For maintenance it is always a hand warm-up followed by 100 with the maintenance paddle...a smaller wooden paddle, medium weight.  Other times, he declares an all leather day (not often enough :), or if we have a base ball (or other wager) going..whoever wins gets to decide.  If we are roll playing he will choose something appropriate for that, other times, he just chooses what he wants or tells me to get whatever leather or wooden implement I want from the bag.

     3. Does he lecture?
           Usually only for punishment spankings (sometimes for roll playing, if it is appropriate).  I assure you...I was a junior high teacher, so I could good give a good scolding...M surpasses my best lecture by far.  I swear he does not even breathe, just spanks, talks very  loudly, occasionally has me answer a question, repeat and repeat...those have become rare....and no, I don't miss them.

      4. How does he position you?
             We almost always start with me over his lap.  It is my favorite position.  From there it depends on what he is using.  Often for the flogger or cane, I am leaning up against a fire place mantle, or leaning over a piece of furniture, often with pillows for support.  At times, he just has me stand in a certain position...like with my hands behind me head.  Fairly often, we start over his lap...and end with 'a more fun activity' in various positions...:))))))

   5.  How does he spank me?
         Hmmm...however he wants.   Except for maintenance it varies.  For maintenance, we start out with my naked kneeling, where he touches pinches, rubs, every part of me, reminding me that I am all his.  At times he might ask me a question or two...just to keep me in the moment.  The I am told to get over his lap, and after a hand warm-up, the maintenance paddle is use...100....and if we have missed a week....200.   He almost always does sets of 25, before he stops for some rubbing, and sometimes to ask me....why do we do maintenance ....half way through he tell me to kneel and and take a break while I thank  him for my maintenance...and again at the end of maintenance.

    6 .How does he take care of you afterwards?
         There is always aftercare.  He is good with words, he will tell me how proud he is of me, how thankful for the gift of my submission that I offer to him, etc....He is constantly touching me, all over, until my breathing is normal, and he asks if I am ready to get up.  (Usually my getting up, is to move into a position where we can both enjoy each other's bodies:)! After a punishment no orgasms or permissions are given...he has a few times, brought me to the edge, and denied permission after a punishment to make a point.  

     7. How often does he spank you?
           Ideally...at least twice a week...It is why we started scheduling maintenance, and yes even play spankings.   It is wayyy too easy to let the rest of life get in the way, with family, with work, with friends, etc, etc.
We waited a long time to find each other, are so grateful that we did, we try to celebrate this special connection we have. We have had a few weeks where we decided it would be a week of spankings, one every day.  There have been long lapses between spankings, for health reasons, because distant family needed help.....but we know, in the 'end' my bottom and his hand will re-connect.... 

Thanks again Amy....
hugs abby

F/F report...etc....etc..

      I am going to start with the F/F report, and then add some catch up items....
   Walking....I have actually stepped up on the walking, a bit.  Spring  has finally arrived...that wonderful not too hot, not too cold weather, the makes me want to be outside.  I found a new route...and it is longer by about 15 minutes...and a couple of days, I walked twice..once the longer route, then the shorter one I had been doing...
   Sitting binges...Doing well here....sitting less in general it seems.
    De-cluttering...I did something quite different....the bedroom is looking great...bureau tops are neat , shelves look organized...but I have 3 boxes of jewelry.  Now, some of it are things I love and treasure...but a lot of it is....the holiday stuff I would wear to school (I have pins, earrings, necklaces for every holiday...and could wear a different item on every day of the week all of December...also lots of jewelry with a frog theme...and some things, that I am not sure how or why I have them.  So, I laid it all out on the bed...and really, I wear minimal jewelry.  So, I had 3 smallish velvet pouches (not sure why or how I have these, but there were with the jewelry) and made a pouch of jewels for each of the grand- daughters. Some of it the 'costume' jewels...but each also got some of the nicer ones.  I tried to match them to their personalities.  I figured I will add a note to each one...and voila!!...I have started my Christmas shopping.  
    Weight....I gained 1/2 a pound.  Each set of grands made me some special goodies for Mother's day...chocolate chip cookies from one, and orange chocolate short breads from the other set.  I have been eating one..or two..a day from each...but the rest are being frozen as I type.  Also my daughter made chocolate lava cake for dessert on Mother's day...Oh my..enough said.
Now for the etc's....
    We had maintenance Wednesday this past week..After my kneeling time and a hand warm-up it was paddling time.  Four sets of 25 with that darn maintenance paddle.....I would love to 'lose' it....but am wary of what the replacement would be.  Master did take breaks after each set of 25, and rubbed my bottom nicely.....I am not sure if he spanks harder with each set, or my bottom gets more tender...He says it is the latter...I think it is a combination.  When he was done, he said I could pick out anything I wanted out of toy bag.  I looked at him and said...anything??...with no consequences....Hmmm, so not like him....so I rummaged around the bag for a bit and came up with the smallish, oval, beaver tail paddle...I love it.  Master chuckled and said I would hardly feel it after maintenance...but I said, I was going for some other sensation besides a sore bottom.  He chuckled again, and said no problem. And soon, that paddle did just what I intended...I was panting, and wet, and badly in need of a permission or more.....
     On a totally separate topic, life has been busy, which is good and I am not complaining.  I had pictured retirement as having lots of time to do just what I wanted, or to do a lot of nothing....I am not good at a lot of nothing. I love that my days are no longer spent, trying to convince 6/7/8 graders the importance of good grammar and writing skills...altho I loved the literature part of the curriculum. Also the fact that I  no longer have the urge to throw my alarm clock every morning, since most of the time I no longer need one:)!  But I have been busy...a good busy, but busy. Besides keeping up with friends and family here...I was looking back at the calendar this year, and realized I was gone at least one week, sometimes two out of every month so far....and June, July, August and Sept....are already booked. I was thinking, well, fall and things will slow down...Oct., Nov., and Dec., were wide open. 
   Last week my son called, and asked if I had plans for October yet...at least he has learned to plan early. I said no, the calendar is wide open...so he asked if I could stay with the girls for 7/10 days...He and his wife are both turning 40 and want to celebrate with a trip...I asked where, and he said they were thinking of Iceland....that was a surprise.  So I said sure, let me know when you have exact dates...On Friday morning, I was talking to the oldest grand before she went off to school, when my daughter took the phone and said to me...Fred and I had dinner with some friends we had not seen in a while, and are talking about a vacation with them, probably some time next October, figured it was long enough away you would be free.  I laughed and said...call your bother, be sure your dates don't overlap, and I would like a long weekend home before the two 'gigs'.  Retirement...not what I imagined, but is some ways, much better.....
hugs to all of you...
abby


    

An Open Letter to the Red Sox....

     Dear Red Sox team,

   Hello, I am abby.   I have been a fan...for as long as I can remember.  I would listen to your games on the radio when I was a teenager....cheering for Yaz....my favorite player of all time.  I remember my first time at Fenway, seeing the team in person, the green monster (that wall in the back field), singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game, it was all I had hoped for.  I have been to a few games over the years, and last year my son took me to a Yanks/Red Sox game, a bucket list item for me.
     I moved from the New England area to New York after college, but my loyalties remained with my team...the Sox!  I watch all the games that I can, have a Red Sox banner in my flower bed, an ornament on my frog tree at Christmas, I am all in.
      Somehow I managed to find a Master who is a Yankee's fan....can you believe it?  When we were getting to know each other, it was not baseball season, and by the time it was....well we were both 'smitten'....guess no one can be perfect. So we each cheer for our own team as we watch the games.
      We often wager on the games...no, not money.  We wager on spankings....yes you saw correctly...spankings.  The terms vary, but if the Sox win I am smiling and enjoying some fun play time...if they lose, my bottom pays the price.
        This last series, you...'my boys'....let me down.   Those damn Yankees won the first game, 3/2...at least it was a low score.  Master got to choose the 'toy', I was thinking he would choose the 'my paddleman' paddle, but he chose the acrylic one.  Five runs scored for 50 spanks with that darn paddle.  I was leaning over, and my bottom paid the price for the losing effort.
         Second game, and you let me down again. this time the score 9/6...times 10...that is 150 with the implement of Master's choice.  I was thinking...he loves his whip, and it rarely comes out to play...I was right...it came out to 'play'.  Master made sure I was comfy, pillows to lean on, and He yielded his whip, on my back, my bottom, a few on my thighs, sets of 25. He nicely stopped and gave me a delicious rub down after each set, but the sting was not so nice.  I was very verbal, but that never deters him.  Since he can be sympathetic, He gave me a gift of stopping at 100, and taking out the large leather strop for the last 50.  I do love leather, and after the whip, I was thankful for the kiss of the strop, even though, my bottom was hot and achy.
       Finally, game 3 and the team did not disappoint.  It was close, but 'we' won! The last part of the spanking was my choice....and Master was not at all surprised that I chose His flogger...100 all over my back and bottom, with some wonderful swishing in between sets of 25.  It was dreamy...and of course led us to.......celebrating in a way that we both could enjoy.
       So, the next time the Yanks and Sox play, please know that it is not only the players' batting average and the team's ranking in the standing that is at risk....it is my bottom...and as a life time loyal fan,  I expect more of the flogger less of the whip, please.
thank you abby.

FF catch up time....and more...

      Hi all, let me re-introduce myself..I am abby...and I have missed you all,  life has been keeping me very busy...some good, some not so good...life in general.  I am back, and determined to get back to at least once a week blogging...I might even ask M to help me out with that..;).
    My time in Boston and Maine was filled with lots of family time, and fun, and special meals, and ice cream and laughter....remembering wonderful times from the past, and making lots of new memories.  I came home exhausted...and M then had to be away for a week.  
    I think I have missed 3 FF updates, so I am going to give a general review.
Weight loss...I returned home only 1/2 pound above where I left, and as of this week, I have loss  1 1/2...YAHOO!
      Walking.....While I was away, I had some wonderful company on my walks..all or any of the grands who wanted to come along.  They are a funny bunch...they would challenge me to keep  with them, and make up sections where we skipped or walked in a different way...the walks were not boring! Since returning, I have also kept up with the daily walks...just in a more adult...and boring...way. (Don't want the neighbors to think I have gone completely daft).
      No long sitting binges...did not have to worry about this with the grands around...dance parties, games in the back yard....etc.  I have not done as well since I have been home...I blame all of you, trying to read and catch up with all of you...Master raised an eyebrow at that excuse.
        De-cluttering....since being home, I have been on a mission with this one.  Started when I was thinking at the beginning of this week that it had not snowed in a week, and I could change the closet back to spring/summer mode. Usually I wait until after Mother's day, since when I was a good scout leader I took my daughter's troop for a camping weekend.  We had a great time...til we woke up Sunday morning to over 6 inches of snow.  Bribed them with a McDonald's breakfast if they could get us all packed and ready to go in less than 20 minutes!  (it worked).  I started with my PJ's...I could not believe I had 8 pairs of winter PJ's..not including night gowns.  My daughter walked in and cheered....and asked if I was going to also clean out the closet. I said yes..and she said great I will help...everything that is more than 1 size larger than you are wearing now is gone!  I started to explain...when she said...do you want to be known as the 'frumpy grandma'...I stared at her. She continued, the over sized things made me look frumpy and the grands were getting older and clothes conscious...she then added, you are keeping them as a safety zone..in case you gain again...that is the wrong thing to think. You can keep the one size larger ones...they will be your warning that you are gaining and need to be more careful.  At first I was not thrilled, but she made sense....so about an hour later, I had 2 of the very large garbage bags filled with clothing...and a closet with space for new stuff:)!
      I also managed to get myself into a bit of trouble since I have been back.  While M was away, I sort of 'forgot' some of my rules and did distance myself a bit.  He was not happy when he returned, so this past Monday, was not only Maintenance day, it was 'reminder' day that I am always accountable. After my naked kneeling, and lots of chatting about reverting to old habits..and how that is not allowed....the maintenance paddle and my bottom became re-acquainted.  It was, as always, a hard spanking, and I was loud in letting him know it hurt...no, it never deters him.  After, he nicely was rubbing my bottom and we were chatting a bit about how much we missed each other and I was thinking that maybe I could encourage him to move on to another activity..when I heard him chuckle.  
    I was told to get up and choose a paddle for my 'reminder' spanking about staying close.  I am ruffling through the toy bag, ....there are no good choices, and I hear the...you choose in 1 minute or I will choose, and add spanks since you could not choose.  I quickly pick up the shamrock paddle, it is a little larger than his hand, on the thick side, but I was thinking it is one of the smaller paddles, and I could be over his lap during the spanking.  He does say he is surprised at my choice, I explain the over his lap thinking...he tells me to get ready.  These were hard and fast...no breaks...just spanks and scolding. I had almost forgotten what a good scolder he is...he is loud, has lots to say, and barely takes time to breathe. Finally, he is done, and we are both catching our breath....before we move on to a more pleasurable catch-up activity...where we are both left breathless.
   My next post will be baseball related...sort of.  Those of you who have been reading here a while, might remember that Master is a 'damn' Yankee's fan...I was born with Red Sox blood in my veins.  It is one of the few ways we do not agree.  We used to wager on the games, make them more interesting and change up our spanking routing at the same time.  We stopped for a bit, but have decided we missed it. The teams are playing this week.  So far the Yanks have won the first 2 games...last night's game was 15 runs...I was counting on low scoring games when I set the terms for the wager.  So far tonight the Sox are ahead...let's hope they don't let me down...and stay tuned for a report on the debt pay-off.
Still trying to catch up with all of you, seems like I am always in catch up mode. 
hugs...abby

   

Maintenance...FFF 11...and time for that 'grandma hat' once again...

               It's been a busy week.  Master had to travel for the 'wonderful' project, Mother nature needs to get some tranquilizers ...we switch from season to season daily, and I was busy getting ready to grab that grandma hat and be away for the next 10 days.
                Maintenance was on Wednesday.  Starting with my naked kneeling, and Master reminding me that no matter what is happening it our lives...one constant is, I am His, and he will take care of me.  He decides to focus on my nipples...pulling, pinching and squeezing..going from light touches to much harder ones, smiling at my squirming and the 'noises' that seem to come out of my mouth.  Master asks what I would like to happen when he is done with my nipples.  He expects me to think, come up with, and voice an answer...I finally mumble something like soothe them. He chuckles and asks if I want him to soothe my breast ...I am nodding as quickly as I can.  He pulls me into him, and starts to use his mouth and tongue to soothe the pain away.  He succeeds but does not stop, so now I can feel myself trying to calm down my breathing, not pull away and ignore the fact that I am starting to squirm, because another need is building.
            He knows what is happening, so stops just long enough to tell me there is one way I can make this 'sweet torture' stop, then returns to his mission of soothing. Through the fog, I register his words and know ...he will stop when I ask for maintenance, and not before.  My problem with this is if I cum from this 'soothing' without asking, then maintenance becomes punishment, and no soothing or permissions...something I have...so far...managed to avoid.  So I ask, rather nicely, if my maintenance spanking could start.  
         He pulls me up and over His lap and starts in with the maintenance paddle, I look up and before I can complain about no warm-up, he smiles...that evil 'domly' smile...and says, you asked for maintenance, not a warm-up, so I am giving you what you asked for.  My urge is to smack him, but I manage to resist, as maintenance continues, 4 sets of 25, each set harder than the last. He is rubbing and massaging my bottom as he asks if that is enough to get my through the next week, without getting into trouble....I assure him it is.
       He starts spanking me again, my head pops up and I start to complain..,he tells me to relax, he is using the beaver tail leather, one of my favorites.  It is nice. Then a different sensation, I recognize this one, it is the tingling sensation of my 'wheelie toy'...one that we had not used in forever and now seems to show up regularly (HURRAH!!!). I am starting to squirm once again, so Master tells me , I have not thanked him yet, for my maintenance spanking.  I start to get up, He tells to get on my side and he comes closer, so I can lean in and lick ....the kiss and suck...his cock.  
            I am then told to get up and present my bottom for a spanking.  He tells me 12 slow hard ones with one of the heavier paddles, something for me to remember next week.  He is a man of his word, they are slow and hard.  Master then decides to use the leather strop....yes this was a SPANKING, he wanted me to remember while I was busy being a grandma.  The leather strop is one of my favorites, on a well warmed bottom I can let go and just 'enjoy'...
           Master then tells me to come and lie down, he has primed me for some sweet, extended, loud and oh so very very good loving.  Yes I am soon off, several times, and I can feel myself squirting...a few times. ( If any of you wonder if getting older will slow down your sex life, let me assure you...it could just get better ;)!).  Finally I say, enough, He laughs and says...remember you called a halt when you are missing me next week.  He is right, I will be missing him....
          FFF11...
  De-cluttering, still have to keep clothing for all seasons in my closet, so no sorting out that mess, yet.  I did re-organize the gift wrapping storage part of the closet, since I was wrapping gifts to take with me.
   No long sitting binges....I did pretty well, I am finding that instead of getting up to walk quickly for 10 minutes, I sometimes take time for  a longer walk around the house, with a longer time span between them.  I figured out that by doing these walking breaks I am walking an extra 40 to 60 minutes a day...:).
      Walking, I did walk briskly....or as Master puts it..with a wriggle...for 50 minutes on 4 days.
       And...I loss 2 pounds..Hurrah!!  
   Of course keeping those 2 pounds off this coming week will be a challenge. I m leaving bright ....well maybe not so bright...and early in the morning.  An overnight in Boston, and then on to Maine.  We are all gathering to celebrate a couple birthdays, and even more importantly the Christening of the newest member of the family...my 2 month old great-nephew. 
I am also hoping to get some just 'me and my sister' time...
and having fun with some extended family time.
Hugs abby

     
          
                

FFF 10

         I give myself a C+ this week.  Last weekend was so much fun..a birthday celebration, a day in NYC....we walked and went up stairways and down flights of stairways, we ate at an Alice in the Wonderland themed restaurant...where they just keep bringing you food, you don't even have to ask, we saw Alladin..it was great!  I was hoping all the walking and stairs would make up for all the food...it never seems to quite work that way.

De-cluttering....I have book shelves full of books, so this week, I attempted to be more critical of what I keep. My plan was to take the ones I have read and the ones that are way down on my 'I want to read list' and donate them to the library bookstore.  Trouble is...how do you tell a 'best friend' you are de-cluttering?  My shelves are neater, and I do have a donation bag, and I found a new project for myself...more on that in a later post.

Walking...I did at least 3 days worth in NYC.  I walked the circuit for 3 days...so pretty good.  I am hoping that sooner, rather than later, Mother Nature will realize it is April, snow every day is getting old, so I can get outside and walk.

No sitting binges...I do well with this during the day, evenings not so much....

Weight gain of 1 pound....I was a little disappointed, but I did 'cheat' on the eating plan when I was away, and that was the case last weekend.  This is a new week, and no traveling, so no excuses. Also I am planning a cruise with a girlfriend, we have been talking about doing this for years, and finally actually booked one in September. Master gave me a green light...adding...you will lose 10 pounds before then...added incentive! ( that and knowing I will be wearing a bathing suit)!

Hugs abby

First of the month...again??

       I intended on writing this yesterday...and then we loss power.  Yes, it is still snowing and windy and COLD!! Last year, in March, we loss power for 6 days....so I was a little worried yesterday, but it was 'only' a few hours.  March was colder and snowier than February...and so far...April is trying to outdo March....all I can think of is...Calgon take me away....for those of you too young to know...it was part of a commercial for a bath lotion.
     The only thing hot yesterday was my bottom...over the weekend, Master had reminded me that it was the first Monday of the month...harder play Monday.  He reminds me for a couple of reasons. One being that if I am going to get a hard spanking, I am better able to 'adjust' if I know ahead of time and it is not a surprise, also He loves to see the look on my face, since I always seem to 'forget' that the first of the month has arrived.
     We started as always, with my naked kneeling and His claiming of me, calming me with his voice, his words, his touch....sort of like the quiet before the storm.  Then, over his lap for a hand warm-up, as he reminds me why we have maintenance spankings, and too soon, instead of his hand that small but mighty wooden paddle is circling my bottom.  Twenty five spanks, four sets later and he is calming me, rubbing my bottom, making sure I thank him, and then  asking me if I want the large strap or one of the larger paddles for harder play. That question was a total surprise, since  I am a firm believer..leather is always better!
        I get on the spanking bench and Master starts in with the large strop.  It takes a few before I adjust, but I do get to the place where 'all is well' and Master continues.  He stops and massages my back and bottom a couple times, until he drops the strop and I feel a very different sensation. He is using my 'little wheelie' all over. Up and down my legs, my back, my arms, my bottom, my pussy, until I am panting and squirming.
          M then announces that since it is harder play Monday, it is time for the paddle.  I do not see which one he has chosen, but it is one that covers both cheeks.  He does say only 10, but they will be slow and hard.....and they are.  Master starts rubbing my back and my bottom, getting me to relax, and moves on down.....'encouraging' me to let go, to cum for him, ...and of course since he insists (lol), I do.  Boy do I ever, I am squirting, not gushing, but several squirts, asking M for more, which he gladly gives me,  Finally I manage to utter...i can't, enough...and Master chuckles and asks if I am saying 'uncle...no more'...I nod my head.
         He helps me off the bench, and onto his lap, until I have recovered enough to  be able to talk and breathe normally.  Of course, then he starts to tease me....about how much I really do not like harder play Mondays...all of my reactions seem to disprove my words...hmmmmmm....not sure I can refute that...as I simply smile and snuggle in for some quiet time.
             More snow today and tomorrow and....over the weekend.  The only positive I can think of...I am going to need lots of 'warming up'!
hugs abby