I have debated writing this post for a while, not only because it can be a sensitive topic and I wasn’t sure if Mr H would be ok with me writing about it, but also because it feels insensitive. I have mentioned a few times that Mr H has struggled to take full advantage of our alone time. What I have avoided mentioning, is that the pressure he feels to ‘perform’ has left him either unable to get or struggling maintain an erection. This can …
A long time ago, I wrote a post in which I said I wasn’t a masochist and Mr H wasn’t a sadist. I’m here to say I think I need to amend that statement. Well and truly Spanked You may remember my recent post ‘A Wonderful Surprise Spanking for Sweetgirl’, in which I described my first ever hard core (by my standards) hand spanking. If you missed it go read it quick – I’ll wait….. Well my backside bruised up. I remember saying once that …
Wicked Wednesday has reached a milestone point, and the prompt she has chosen for the 500th week is “top 10”. I personally think this is an amazing thing 500 prompts, and I offer her massive congratulations. She puts such amazing effort into this prompt and the others she runs. Anyway without further ado, here are my top ten most viewed posts (according to Jetpack.) Number 1. Number 2. Number 3. Number 4. Number 5. Number 6. Number 7. Number 8. Number 9. Number 10. My …
I’m here again talking about spanking, you would have thought I would have something different to talk about right? I mean we are alone. In fact we will be alone until Boxing day as the kids plans have changed and they are not coming home before Christmas. This will be the first Christmas we have been without Children ever. When Mr H and I met, T was a few months away from being three years old, and J arrived 3 years later. Mr H moved …
A hand spanking has to be one of the most intimate methods of impact play in BDSM. Not only does the submissive feel it, but so does the dominant. Both Mr H and I like this method but the opportunity to do it doesn’t present itself often. If J is home a hand spanking is too loud – and although the odd swot may be indulged in it isn’t a spanking. A while ago we agreed Mr H would spank me as hard as he …
I haven’t written much in the last few days, I haven’t had time. We have had a rather busy time and I have either been asleep or sewing but now things have calmed down I can update you all on what we have been up to. Christmas Creating. Some of you may recall I am quite crafty – not like sneaky but in making things. Knitting, crochet and sewing. The last 12 months has seen that develop a little and while I wouldn’t say I …
I don’t believe we ever really stop learning. Even something as simple as the words to a new song or the name of someone we have just met, our minds have an amazing capacity to learn, so why do many of us make the same mistakes over and over again? Why are life lessons so different and often painful in their teaching? I think it is because they more often than not involve our emotions. I am definitely not going to profess to be an …
We went away on Saturday overnight to our favourite hotel and things didn’t quite go as planned. That isn’t to say that a good time wasn’t had, because it was. But my mind and body were not quite in sync, and neither was Mr H’s. A painful body First of all I forgot to adjust my medications and so by the time we arrived at the Hotel I was feeling it. The pain made me snippy and I criticised Mr H’s driving. I didn’t tell …
To this day I don’t know if he was a real vampire or if I dreamt it. But, there had been marks on my neck, wrist and thighs, and bruises over my body but the experience was so surreal, so extraordinary, and amazing how could it have really happened? Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. Romeo and Juliet, Act 5, Scene 3. Shakespeare. The Darkness I stumbled through the club looking for the exit. My ears were ringing, my teeth seemed to pulse with the beat of the music …
It’s been a long time coming, this post I mean. It started a few days ago with my post “Is now a good time to talk?”, and continued with “History is a great teacher: Remembering the good times”. I’m talking about the sexy stuff of course. I haven’t hidden that Mr H and I have been finding it hard to connect intimately but this week we seem to have found our way back. Wednesday. You may remember we went to the munch, well that’s on …
