"I know you have it in you."

L was punished last night. While we were out having drinks with her friends at the local bar, she behaved in a manner that was very disrespectful towards me. The second she did it, she could tell by The Look that I gave her --- and it has gotten sterner and extremely intense --- that she, in essence, fucked up and that the matter would be dealt with when we got home.

To make matters worse, she made another extremely poor choice before we got home.

Text exchange between S and L Thursday night:

S: Stop being a jackass with your decisions. How much of a beating do you need?

L: I guess a good one. I'm sorry. On my way home.

When we got home, we fed the kids dinner while I stared her down the whole time.

"Do I need to go back to the room now?" she asked.

"It can wait," I said quietly.

The punishment came in the form of a spanking, one of the harder ones I have given her and for a longer duration. As I've said before, we're figuring out the whole spanking thing and how it works as a punishment or simple BDSM play in the bedroom. I've come to enjoy the spankings more than I thought I would, and, my hand (which was sore the first time I did it three weeks ago) has become accustomed to it as well.

I had her lie on the bed, ass raised in the air. Using the remote, I turned the TV up to drown out the noises.

Smack! The first one came in fast and hard across the left cheek, causing her whole body to lurch forward, her face going into the pillow with a whimper.

"There will be 10 this time," I said quietly, as I caressed her reddened cheek. I removed my hand and paused it in mid air, making her guess when the next strike would come in.

Smack! The next one came in across the right cheek. I repeated the process between the cheeks, taking my time. By the seventh one she was pleading me to stop. 

After the spankings I rubbed her cheeks, and asked her if she knew why she had been punished. "I won't do it again," she whimpered. "I'll be a good girl, I promise."

And then I was on her, using my knees to spread her legs open, my hand pulling and twisting at her erect nipples, causing her to wither in pain. I slammed my cock inside of her dripping pussy, hard...and then pulled it back out all the way again.

"I could keep you from this," I said, sitting back and stroking my cock. "Maybe you should be single. Maybe you shouldn't have this cock at all."

"Oh god...no..please..don't say that," she said. "Please, be inside of me. I'll be a good girl."

I shoved my way inside of her again and gave her a few powerful strokes, then pulled back out all the way again.

"I don't know," I said. "I don't think you should get this. I don't think you deserve this."

"Please," she said, arching her back up towards me, trying desperately to make contact with my cock. "Please.."

I slapped her solidly across the face, first one cheek, then the other. "Little slut whore," I said. "You're just a whore for my cock, aren't you? Just can't get enough of it."

"No Master, I can't," she panted.

 I continued the game, pushing inside of her, fucking her, bringing her close to coming then commanding her not to. This went on for awhile until we were both reaching the point of exhaustion and ended with me pounding her from behind, leaving us both extremely satisfied.

This morning L woke up and snuggled in close to me, lying her head on my chest as she ran her hands across my body.

"That really hurt," she said. "My poor, sore ass."

"Good," I said. "It was supposed to."

"I know you have it in you," she said quietly.

Progress.

Happy Friday.

Afternoon delight

L and I both slept in this morning and had a good, physical, morning romp (Aunt Flow still hasn't made her visit, so we have been taking advantage of the opportunity of her absence at every second..) and I took her youngest son to daycare and then came to my office. She sent me an email around 10:30 asking permission to stay home as a washer hose had come loose in the basement and there was water everywhere that needed to be cleaned up. I granted her permission.

I went to pay her a visit at lunchtime and we shared a hamburger together before (ahh, the joy of the middle of the day and no kids in the house) I had her undo my belt, unzip me, take my cock out and give me a blow job. I love it when she gives me a blow job when I am fully clothed, especially wearing a suit. The sound of her unbuckling the belt...the zipper coming down...the feeling of her hand reaching inside my underwear to take me out..that alone is almost as delicious as the blow job itself. After sucking on me for awhile, I asked her if she wanted her Master inside of her (to which of course she said yes please) so I had her turn over and fucked her from behind.

We ended our lunchtime session with a spanking. Incorporating spanking into our relationship has been, and pardon the pun, a hit and miss endeavor. I wanted to be sure that, as she took the afternoon off from work, that she had something to remember her Master by. We haven't done a lot of spanking mainly because of kids being around --- you can close the door and turn up the TV but the sound of a hand striking a bare ass (which is becoming music to my ears) is pretty loud and hard to explain to those who might hear it. So I gave her a good firm spanking which had her whimpering that she would most definitely remember her Master this afternoon.

I left her curled up on the bed, wearing a black tank top and panties, and looking tasty as hell. I came back to work with that great feeling one has after a nooner. There is something sexy as fuck as going to work with the feeling of sex on you, the smell of my pet's sex on my cock, the slight flush, the slight soreness below --- all of those feelings and sensations as you go about in meetings and conducting the business of the day. Love it, love it, love it.

National Masturbation Day was celebrated a short time ago. I say we in the sex blogging community need to grant a similar day for the nooner. National Nooner Day? National Fucking at Lunchtime Day?

Sky rockets in flight, indeed.

Fantasy.

Email from L on May 3:

"I am your personal whore (seriously) to do as you see fit. I trust you will do what you think is best. I plan on scheduling one of our many trips during a big (whatever you want to call it) so you can bring me out in public in my collar......I will be dressed very nice and do you proud." This totally does it for me. We don't live somewhere where there are BDSM clubs to attend. The idea of going to such a club somewhere with L by my side, collared and leashed, is damn hot. We're an attractive couple, and we look good together, work well together in public. Love the thought of being around others, Dominants and submissives, Masters and slaves, taking in the sights and sounds and feeding off of the sexual energy -- and what that would do to us. I have a voyeuristic streak to me, so would love to push L on this one --- me spanking her in public, etc. Damn straight we will be planning a trip like this soon.

Discipline vs. punishment

Knowing the difference between the two of these, I am finding, is of critical importance to make this work. They are completely different, but, at times, overlapping principles. I'm finding that understanding the two of them, knowing when they are used, and...most importantly...being consistent is key to a successful D/s relationship, and that if it doesn't work, it's not the submissive's fault --- the Dominant is the one with the power and is the trainer/teacher, so he needs to man up to that responsibility, educate himself, and follow thru. It's one thing if the relationship is just sexual in nature and left to BDSM role playing in bed, but quite another if it is ingrained into every aspect of the relationship.

I'm wondering if my boss would grant me annual leave if I told him I needed some time to train myself to be a better Dominant over my pet.

Anyway, I have found this website to be one of the most useful and well written ones to explaining all the various nuances of a D/s relationship. This link, in particular, gives great info. on understanding the differences between discipline and punishment.

http://withinreality.com/dispun.html