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I Earned It!

I can hardly sit down today. Before I can tell you why, you need a little back story.

I was having a REALLY sassy day two days ago. I was having fun watching the veins bulge in Sir’s neck as I intentionally pushed his buttons. He tried to pin me in the kitchen and give me a kiss and I turned away. He just smiled and walked out of the room. When he came back, we sat together and had a really in depth conversation about things that had been going on in our lives. Everything softened and I decided to go to the bedroom to get ready for bed while he went out to shut in the chickens. I walked into the bedroom and found a metal folding chair, two sets of handcuffs, a ton of rope, a wooden board, a T-square, oil and leather. “OH, SHIT!” I quickly got ready and into bed. When Sir finally joined me he looked around and asked where the two sets of handcuffs had gone. I told him I only wish I knew. He just gave me a dark stare and climbed into bed with me. As I drifted off to sleep, all I could think was, God, I hope he doesn’t find them anytime soon. 🙂

That brings us up to the current time. Sir decided he wanted his cuffs back last night. He grabbed me by the wrist and drug me down the hall, into the bedroom. He stripped me naked and we wrestled for a short time, until he pinned my ass face down on the bed. Unbeknownst to me, he made some new cuffs out of leather and used them to restrain my wrists and ankles. He proceed to work me over Hard. He had the leather belt and crop. Holly FUCK they stung. He kept doing what he called an “around the world” where he would start at one ankle, work up that leg, hit HARD across my ass and then continue down the other leg. I was SCREAMING into the pillows so I wouldn’t be heard by our children or neighbors.
He would place ice cubes on the small of my back. (In case you didn’t know, that particular spot is incredibly temperature sensitive.) He even decided that for the very first time, he would use anal play as a form of punishment. Another reason I can hardly sit down today.

He thought it was cute to hold things in front of my face and ask me what color they were. When I would respond, (black, green, blue, white) he would smile, say good girl and then lay a wicked belt lash across my hot pink ass. I took it for about an hour and a half, until his voice really changed. He had the crop in his hand and he whipped me the hardest he had that night with every syllable of “Where-are-my-fuck-ing-cuffs!!!!!” I was exhausted, sweaty, thirsty and my ass was welted and burning, so I told him. He has NEVER been that forceful before. He told me this morning that he had decided he wasn’t going to lose. I was going to tell him where they were or have to use my safe word, before he would stop.

Once he had them in his hands, he very lovingly tended to my bruised and rope burned wrists and ankles. He gently treated my welted backside. Lovingly kissed me and stroked my hair. Softly rolled me over, onto my back and then proceeded to take me and fuck me REALLY hard. By the time we finished, I was only semi-conscious, totally spent and laying in a puddle of our juices. It took a while and support from Sir to finally recover, use the restroom and drink some water. I slept like a brick last night.

I got what I deserved, I know. BUT, I still have one set of his cuffs hidden, and just wait until he goes to use his crop again. 🙂


I am still reeling from a recent experience. With everything that has been going on in our lives, both Sir and I really needed some relief. We had been having amazing sex, but I was still needing more. I decided to start pushing Sir’s buttons. I joked about his hearing, his sight, him falling and breaking a hip, basically, that he was an old man. He kept warning, and I kept pushing. (Playfully, of course.) Now, I know that I am not “suppose” to do this. It makes me a “bad” sub. Topping, yada, yada, yada. BUT, I did it anyway.

Sir finally snapped, I fought, and he drug me down the hall into the bedroom. There was LOTS of wrestling, pushing, pulling, kicking and fighting. He was able to finally get a set of metal cuffs on my wrists and used them to drag me across the bed and around the room, several times. I have such dark bruises around my wrists and hands, thank God for watches and bracelets. I actually can’t stop rubbing them. The pain and soreness makes me tingle and wet. 🙂 He finally got my hands and one ankle, tied to the bed so I couldn’t move.
There was lots of spanking, slapping, twisting, whipping, biting and fucking. We were both dripping with sweat and completely exhausted when our daughter called and needed picked up. I am VERY thankful that he decided to untie me before he left to get her.

When he returned, we climbed in bed and talked. He described the charge he had as he drove to pick her up and the AMAZING rush he experienced as he took me. Sir was never that kind of man. He was raised to be kind, affectionate and loving to women. He has had a little trouble and reservations about being so rough with me. To tell the truth, if you had told me that I would crave a man whipping my ass and bruising my body, I would have called you crazy. I once told a very special friend that if a man slapped me across the face, I didn’t know if I would want to kill him or fuck him. Well, my friend, FUCK HIM! DEFINITELY FUCK HIM! 🙂

I know a lot of people would call us crazy. You can call me anything you want, just PLEASE SPANK ME, SIR!

Did You Ever Wonder….

Did you ever wonder what your ass would look like if you decided to get sassy with your Sir, and you decided to give him a loving flick on his ear, and then you decided to run to the bedroom and lock the door, and then you decided to get in a really HOT shower, and then he managed to get through the bedroom door, and then he managed to get into the bathroom, and then he cornered you in the shower, and then he forced your face into the shower wall and then he decided to spank you really hard because you deserved it (and were actually wanting it)? Well, now you don’t have to wonder. 🙂

(Actually, the photo doesn’t do it justice. I guess it must have been the really Hot water because he busted capillaries and bruised my right cheek pretty good. I have had a bit of trouble sitting on my right side today. Be careful what you wish for, you just might really like it. 🙂 )

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