First play in 4 weeks.

Once home after getting my nails done, Master and I had lunch. We were finally starting to feel a bit better, Master’s pain has eased a little, my cough isn’t as bad either.

Then E came down, saying he was meeting I for a meal out. It wasn’t long before Master asked if I was up for a fun spanking. Obviously I said yes. “Come on then, get upstairs and get naked.” Master told me as he headed up too. By the time I was in the bedroom, he was already naked on the bed. A hairbrush and Vampire glove by his side. He was finding a ‘80’s music channel for us to listen too. I lay next to him, just enjoying this time together, then Master put the glove on. Grazing the pins along my body, some areas tickled like crazy, others felt really sharp and ouchie, but the rest oh I love the feeling of those little sharp pins digging into me, not enough to break skin, but certainly hard enough to feel them. He continued to graze my body, any areas where I reacted, he worked around more, going down my legs, but heading to my inner thigh and the ouch became very sharp needles sticking into my skin. As I tried to protect that area with my other leg, I heard Master chuckle. We stayed this way for a few minutes, I was enjoying most of it, the sharp ouchies certainly made my nerves jump.

“Right up now and get over my knee woman, come on.” Master ordered, smacking my bottom, still with the gloved hand. Climbing over I was giggling, how much have I missed this ? Bum up in the air, head lay on the pillow Master had put there for me, as he rubbed my cheeks vigorously, getting the blood to the top of the skin. The pins made a grating sound across my skin but it was still awesome. Pretty soon he started 1 vigorous rub, then the other hand planted a hard smack with the hairbrush. Continuing this way, each smack felt sharper and sharper, my ouches sounded louder, though of course I was loving it.

Taking the glove off, he rubbed my bum again, the feel of skin on skin made my pussy ooze and pound. Soon his hand wandered to my thighs, then up, my legs immediately opened more, as fingers explored my wetness. Fingers delved in, feeling my insides, as he slipped out and went back to rubbing my bum.

I lifted up then to move closer to Master, making it easier for him, he didn’t need to stretch as much.

“Did you just move closer to get your pussy closer to my fingers?” He asked laughing.

“No, maybe, ermmm yes.” I replied, giggling again.

“Tell you what, climb up between my legs, bum facing me.” He ordered.

So climbing to get into position, I ended up with one leg between his, and the other over one leg. Mainly so I could spread my legs wide. Putting my head down, I felt Master slide what I think was his full hand, I think he was going to try fisting again. But……….we heard the clang of the front gate open and close, we both stopped moving and speaking. Then the front door opened, and we heard the voice from our nephew A with his girlfriend K. Shit, no time to even dress, Master got up, put his dressing gown on and went down. I looked out of the window, to see A’s new car outside. I heard them talk then heard Master say,

“I’ve not been well, had this virus so I try and do a little job then go to bed to rest for a bit. I’ll pop round, or you come round again in the week so I can look at it properly.”

Then they left. We normally lock the door when we play and maybe it was because E was out, we didn’t. Even though he has a key. But Master came back up, quickly, laying across the bed, I got back into position, he got a vibrator and lube out of his bedside cabinet drawer.

I felt icy lube drip down my pussy, then the vibrator slipped right in. Switching it on sent me spiralling so quickly, I felt it reach my G-spot and was conscious of squirting all over the bed. I began pulling away, my OCD not letting give up control.

“I need a mat! Please, I need a mat.” I said over and over.

Master knew I would not allow myself to squirt over the unprotected bed.

Why….well who wants a wet duvet and mattress when you go to bed that night

and……like cum, there’s a definite distinctive smell, that can only go if you wash it. Our washing machine and dryer would not take a duvet and mattress protector, so I would have to go to the launderette, which was pricey the last time I went.

Which was why I started to buy these mattress protectors.

Master got one out, unfolded it and put between my legs.

“There, all ready to catch your waterfall of squirt when it starts flowing.” he told me.

Reaching up he bit my cheek, then the other side, gradually working towards my ass hole. Licking then biting the sides, going harder with each bite. He loves this, and loves the fact I don’t like it. And hearing my protests and ouches.

Pushing my front back down, he pushed the vibrator in once more, turning it on, letting it hit my G-spot. I was quickly groaning, moaning, sighing, purring into the pillow, so close to squirting. I ground my pussy down onto the vibrator as Master pushed up.

“Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh God,” I muttered, over and over.

“Come on, squirt for your Master, do a good job.” He said.

With those words, I released, hearing my juices squelch as the vibrator continued to pummel my pussy. Slowly I stopped my grinding, spent and exhausted, I collapsed my upper body. But Master wasn’t finished with me yet, he continued thrusting the vibrator, then slipped it out and inserted his fingers instead. As soon as his fingers touched that spot, I could feel the pressure, my body reacted and an orgasm was quickly released as I squirted over his fingers, I didn’t know where the energy came from as I collapsed once more. The vibrator still in place, Master treated me to another 3 orgasms before we were both drained.

 

I lay in the same spot for a few minutes, until my breathing had slowed down, Master wiped my juices up with the mat.

“Would serf like anything else ?” He asked.

“Mmmmm spanking.” I quickly replied.

“Would you like a soft, sore or bleeding bottom ?” He asked.

“Sore.” I told him.

“Right arse up then.” Master ordered and he pushed himself up.

He got the hairbrush and started to spank me hard, hard enough for ouches but not enough to cry out. I heard him put the glove on again. But when he smoothed the glove over one cheek, followed my a very hard swat, I cried out, pushing my head into the pillow to muffle the noise. Over and over Master repeated this onslaught, my body was slowly going down flat. Master took the glove off then pulled me up again,

“Stay up and still, do you hear me ?” He ordered,

“Yes Master,” I said, knowing it was going to be incredibly hard.

Unfortunately this was repeated 3 times until he gave me the final warning.

“Stay still or the lash will come out.” He stated.

“No please, Master, please.” I begged as I tried so hard to stay still. But the swats were becoming harder, tears were falling, I fisted the pillow, and tried so so hard but soon my bottom was getting lower. Master stopped.

“You’ve moved again, you know what I said, time for the lash.” He said getting up.

“No please, I’m sorry, it just hurt.” I begged.

“You said you wanted a sore bottom, of course it will hurt. Now up on all fours now.” He ordered, he wasn’t cross but just wanted to make a point, he would not stand for disobedience.

Tears were flowing, I begged as I got into position. I knew the lash well and its evil pain that came with it. It’s not often I’m crying just at the thought of a certain toy, but this one does.

Master began whipping my ass, the burn as it whipped my skin was so intense, he began telling me how I need to do as I was told, he would not stand for this. All the while that evil whip struck my ass, the tail catching the sides of my thigh.

“How many do you think you deserve ?” He asked, the lash continued its whipping.

“1.” I said, though of course I knew that wouldn’t happen.

“How many ?” He asked again.

“2.” I said, hoping. Another harder whip, making me cry more.

“How many ?” He asked once more.

“5.” I cried out, and he seemed satisfied with that number.

As the 5 harder strikes hit me, once the tail curled around my leg as I screeched into the pillow. Tears streaming now.

Thankfully the 5 went quickly, and Master stopped.

“Come here,” He told me, as I climbed slowly up and fell into his arms. “I’m sorry,” I whispered into his neck.

He cuddled me for a few minutes until I had calmed down. Then we lay back on the bed.

Enjoying the calm once more we relaxed, just listening to the music.

“Would you like anything Master ?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Obviously, I want your mouth around my cock.” He stated.

I giggled before turning more towards him, I wanted to play with him first. His pre-cum was already flowing, glistening over his head and PA. This was my first real play with the bigger ring, but it looked really sexy with his pre-cum oozing over it. My fingers felt slippy and wet as I played with the ring, tickling the tip of his head.

Now I had nails for once, I also knew he loved me to scrape my nails over him. I cupped his balls, feeling them change as I grazed my nails over them, he groaned deeply.

“This is why I love nails.” He growled.

I travelled from the base of his balls, tickling his bum first, then up over his balls and up his shaft then down again. I loved doing this, feeling his cock dance about, hearing his groans of pleasure.

I got up and climbed between his legs, eager to try that ring in my mouth. Tasting the pre-cum, so sweet and delicious, I played with the ring for a bit, my tongue flicking about. When I slipped his cock into my mouth, the ring didn’t feel too big, it seemed to fit perfectly. So I enjoyed nibbling, sucking, licking his shaft and head. Pulling the ring with my teeth. It was real fun and we were really enjoying this.
“Aaahhhh, I think this may be a short one.” Master said, and let’s face it, it had been weeks since I had last given him a BJ, so I knew it would be quick, but it didn’t matter, we were loving it, well we had loved the entire play, ending with Master giving me his reward.

But with all my teasing of my tongue and teeth, I felt him grow.

“Sorry, I can’t hold on, get ready to take all my cum, don’t miss any. Okay ?” He muttered.

All I could mutter was Mmmmm as I continued. Soon I felt his cum shoot in my mouth, his balls releasing shot and after shot.

I was beginning to think I would have to swallow as my mouth was so full and his balls were still releasing his gift. But I kept it all in my mouth until he had finished before taking one huge swallow. Then continued to lick him whilst his cock danced about, ensuring his was clean once more.

This was a lovely play, reminding us both what we liked out of our relationship and daynamic.

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Master, my beautician.

Master, my beautician.

After our first try with the self tanning moisturiser, I woke the following day to find the colour was quite dark, but you could see areas that have been smeared on, areas like knees, feet, there are darker patches. On my right hand, I’d obviously washed my hands before it sank in, because just above my wrist there’s this tan line. I had a shower and scrubbed the worst areas, thinking that was okay.

In artificial light, it looked okay.

In real daylight, omg, it looks terrible.

I think Master needs a training course on YouTube on how to be a home beautician. Don’t get me wrong, many other halves would not offer to do it, so I’m very very lucky that he does. Though a lot of that is to save the cost of having to pay at a proper beautician and I’m not sure I’d go to one anyway.

 

But how do I solve the problem of looking smeared ?

Master wants to rub another load in tomorrow, I’ve said maybe don’t wear gloves, maybe we could use a cloth. You can buy these tanning gloves so I wonder if I can buy them in Home Bargain or in Tesco. Then he can put some more on.

If not then I think I won’t add more, otherwise I’m gonna look ridiculous for the party Saturday night.

We will just have to be careful if we do another layer.

 

Anyone had experience with this and can pass on some advice ?

My true love

Not sure how I started this, I think I was trying to write a poem, but I’m not great at them. So decided to post this anyway.

G has been my one true love

Master has been the one I’ve dreamt about

And then my dream came true

 

Master is the one who looks after me

Master is the one who dominates me

He fists my hair, turns my ass to fire

Then wipes the tears away with such love, I cannot explain

 

I submit my life to Master

I give him my body and sole to do as he pleases

Why

Because I love him, I serve him, I please him

I am his slave

 

I do whatever Master commands

I try my hardest without pulling a face or complaining

Master will humiliate me, degrade me and shame me

But I don’t mind, in fact I love him more for doing it

Why

Because I love him, I serve him, I please him

I am his slave.

 

Master’s rules help me better myself

It develops my confidence

making me a more positive person

Everything he does is out of love

He empowers me,

His voice sends shivers up my spine

His touches makes me wet with desire

Why

Because I love him, I serve him, I please him

I am his slave

 

Master has taught me to love my body

Do things sexually I never thought I would or could

Now I love these things and want more and more

Never in my life did I think I would blog about stuff like this

Post photos of my body

Yet now I’m keen to share my life with others

If this encourages others to try out this lifestyle

Then I’m happy with that

If this means others just read my blogs

I’m happy with that

And Master’s happy with that too

Why

Because I love him, I serve him, I please him

I am his slave

 

I’m not going to lie, I love to brat

I love being cheeky, but only a little

I have a fiery temper

I’m as stubborn as a mule

All these aspects, I’ve learnt to control

Unless I’m in a massive mood

I’m a spanko fan,

Any chance for fun fuckery and spanking, I’m game

I want to feel his hand spank my ass

And often will try anything for this to happen

But Master usually knows my plans,

Instead of spanking me he bans it

Coz he knows I crave it so much

It’s not my fault he is so good as a Master

 

Our lives have changed dramatically

Our love has only grown stronger

Our life couldn’t get much better

Why

Because we love each other, I serve him, I please him

I belong to Master, I’m collared, I’m tattooed

Because I love him.

Little story.

I know that certain sounds make my juices flow. The best one is hearing his belt getting unfastened and pulled through his jeans. The clink of that metal turns my tummy to jelly, and I start shaking from the inside out. Then I hear the sound of a drawer being pulled out, the unmistakable noise of items being shuffled about as Master searches for the toy he wants to use. I even hear it when I’m downstairs.

I can feel my pussy moistening, my clit throbs so hard, I’m desperate at that moment for Masters cock or fingers to come and release the pressure building up inside. I need that orgasm, I want that orgasm and mostly,  I want to go over his knee, feel his hard hand slap my butt, feel the sting, heat and pain,  over and over. When he lifts me up, orders me to lay over the bed, my pussy is gushing. He snaps the belt together as the buckle gangles about, I’m scared but needing it, I’m nervous but wanting it, as the leather whips across my backside and legs, searing my skin, burning it to boiling point, the pain indescribable. Tears flow down my face, falling onto the bed, I hear my voice beg, but my brain says keep going, my pussy longs for his fingers, his cock, my dildo’s but none come to explore me.

Instead I’m made to crawl to the corner, then stand up, my bottom crimson and scorching,  I’m not allowed to touch it, my hands are on my head. I stand there for eternity, as Master walks up behind me. He’s running his nails over my sore skin, making me wince and cry some more. He kisses my tears away, my pussy feels like it could burst as he bend down, he orders me to face the corner once more but pushes my legs wide apart. He chuckles as he sees my glistening pussy, “were you turned on by your spanking, naughty girl” and slaps my pussy hard. I gasp but push my butt out more, so he slaps it once more. This time I sigh and groan, I want more, I need more, but Master stands up. “naughty girls don’t get to cum, naughty girls stand in the corner,” then Master walks out and leaves me.

I groan as my pussy throbs so hard, can I risk touching myself, I thought, will he find out? My hand slips down, feeling my wetness, rubbing my clit, I nearly cum  right there and then, fingers slip easily inside as I start to grind against them, my thumb rubs hard on my clit and I explode in a thunderous orgasm, my fingers continued to explore as my breathing slows. I feel much calmer now but will Master know. I wipe my soaking fingers on my hot ass as my hands go back on my head. Master will never know,  will he ? Was he watching in the door ?

If he was what will he do, he will be very angry, but Master will never know, will

he ?

 

A little story as I was feeling horny and wanted a lovely over the knee spanking.

You can finish it off, if you wish, what will Master do next ?

 

Night time thoughts, and how you think things through.

In bed last night I was thinking about how long it took before I realised my love for pain and spanking. What I once thought was completely wrong, due to my upbringing, I now realise is perfectly acceptable. It’s just other people’s opinion that make it sound perverted. And that would come from people who have never experienced it, so it’s only what they ‘think’ it’s like.

 

As a teenager, my circle of girlfriends weren’t really that into guys, yes we liked them, my bedroom walls were full of posters of various pop stars. But we none of us had boyfriends, we didn’t talk about sex or anything. All our parents were similarly strict, mine were quite Victorian, and wanted me to be the same. Something I fought tooth and nail. Times had changed, things had moved on, and I wasn’t going to grow up the same way. One time when Mum caught me touching myself, well she was furious. You don’t touch there, it’s dirty, there’s germs there that will make you ill, making me thoroughly wash my hands. So when I did it again, I made sure it was in private, as it did feel nice. Right from an early age, maybe 10 or younger, I day dreamed of being naughty and my dad putting me over his knee, my body craved it but I didn’t understand it. Physical punishment never happened at home, the odd smack on the legs but that was it. Anything more was wrong, you had to be a sick person to do more. Mum used to go on about a man who lived round the corner from us, he caned his kids and the mum went for a walk until it was over. Mum called him a sick minded man and the mother was weak, allowing the father to do that. She said she could hear the screams from the garden. So I wasn’t gonna tell mum I dreamt of getting spanked all the time, she wudda been disgusted in me. At 15 we were already regulars at the pub, by the time we were 16, we had started college, but still no boyfriends were on the scene. I think for the ‘80’s it was quite unusual, plus a strict no sex before marriage rule was instilled into us all.

At 18 we were heading to our first holiday abroad and we couldn’t wait. But the week before, we were sat in the pub and met some guys from school. They were friends, nothing more. But they were heading back to one of their houses to watch porn, did we want to come ? We looked at each other, giggled and thought why not. So we went, when we arrived at his house, there was another lad sat on the sofa, his younger brother. 16 year old G, many years later he would become my Master. We kinda hooked up, got on well together, but once the night was over I never really thought much about him. Us girls were going to Spain. We had a blast, drinking, dancing, sunbathing. One night in a bar, we were dancing when this guy started chatting me up. Asking if he could have a dance with me, I said yeah, he picked me up, wrapped my legs around him, and started dancing, grinding himself onto my pussy. This was the first time I felt that tingling feeling and throbbing pussy, I loved it. But when the guy wanted more, I said no. That was the end of that.

On our return home, we met up with the guys and his brother, we started dating immediately.  He was experienced sexually, wanting more from me but I kept saying no. This poor guy had probably found the biggest prude going. No touching boobs, certainly not going down there, no you can’t see me naked. Another of my parents things, you never show your body, even in your underwear, never hold hands or kiss each other in public, or just with us at home. G really hadn’t come across someone as prudish as me, but some things my parents instilled in me were hard to knock down. Thankfully G is a very determined man, and one by one each small brick was gone, introducing new feelings I hadn’t known about before. I refused to have sex until I was on a contraceptive pill, he took me to the clinic, eagerly waiting until until we could actually do it. Slowly I began to change, my parents noticed and didn’t like what they saw. I began dressing slightly more provocative, spent every night with G at his house, as his parents were so different to mine. I loved being there. My mum got very jealous over my relationship with his parents, though she would not admit it. No one had ever been good enough for me, my friends, my boyfriend and certainly not his family. I think she blamed them for my change when really it was me, I had my eyes opened to what others were like. The way they spoke, how they spoke with determination, confidence in their words and in themselves, they began to make me believe in myself. I wasn’t stupid or thick, I needed to become confident in myself. One by one, his parents began the task of knocking those bricks down too.

My relationship with mum became very strained, she was losing control over me, and becoming ‘one of those people’. I hated being at home, I just wanted to be with G.

 

It’s so sad to think that this happens to others, my friend realised she was gay, she was in our 20’s when she came out, but wouldn’t tell her dad, for the same fears I had. Our parents were so rigid with their beliefs. But just because it was their beliefs doesn’t mean they are ours.

 

Bringing up our son, I was certain we were going to be more open to everything. We’ve never hidden our bodies from him, okay once I became disabled sometimes E, as my young carer would have to help me dress or undress, get in or out of the bathtub. I’ve always been able to talk to E about anything, even if it was a bit uncomfortable when he told me he loved anal. When I told him I had only recently tried it out, he simply said, What, you’ve not lived. What have you been doing all these years. But I’m so proud to have this relationship, I’m always telling him I loved him, I was very proud of him, no way was he going to grow up never hearing those words come out of his mum’s mouth. And I have the same relationship with his girlfriend. I wanted to be her second mum, like I had with G’s mum. But G’ mum does have some prudish thoughts, she learnt a lot from the 50 shades of Grey books. I remember her telling me she had to look up what a butt plug was. She enjoyed the books but would never ever get into this kinky Dom/sub stuff, all that weird spanking stuff, why would you willingly what someone to hurt you. They’re just not right in the head, she told me. Recently she found out that we are into this kinky fuckery, as I call it. Though she has no idea on how extreme we liked it and I wouldn’t tell her. She knows about my pussy piercings, she’s horrified, why have them, they give you no pleasure. I just say, if you’ve never tried it, you can’t say that. I promise you they give you plenty of pleasure. But she won’t listen. I guess there are just some things you just can’t explain. But I know if I hadn’t have been brought up in this strict, prudish manner, Master and I would have begun this journey years ago. I can’t look back but I can and will look forward to our years we have ahead of us and our new adventures I’m sure we will have. E will never have these thoughts, for that I’m very grateful for, as for mum, our relationship is much better, though it will never be amazing, as she’s become older we have got closer.

I think this long blog was mainly about thinking how you were brought up can affect your life, without even realising it at the time, until someone has the patience to help teach you that there were differences. Then you could either go back to what you know or face these differences head on and learn to love this way instead.

Trip to Ikea.

After months and months of wanting to go to Ikea, for one specific item, I finally got there today. I was having to drive into Warrington to wait for Masters return from Glasgow. I hate driving on the motorway, in busy peak traffic and at night. I don’t have a phone holder in my car so using the sat nav requires me relying on the vocal instructions, and not the map. Another thing I hate. So I left my phone open on the passenger seat so I knew which lane to use, not a very safe thing to do. I’m not a confident driver, if you hadn’t realised. When I dropped him off on Wednesday, the traffic haven’t quite made peak, so I quickly got onto the motorway, thankfully as from there, I at least knew my way home.

Today to prevent me driving at peak and in the dark, Master suggested I leave earlier and go to Ikea first then come to the station and wait. It’s a short stay car park, but I’m sat here hoping I don’t have to move. At least I’ve got my disabled badge to park close to the station. Driving to Ikea was a smooth route, with no wrong turns ( for once ) plus it was beautiful weather, so wrapping myself up, I lowered the roof on my car, country music on full blast, ( can’t beat some Shania Twain, Josh Turner, Carrie Underwood and the Nashville songs from the tv show ) and had the heater on full, I’ve not driven with the roof down on the motorway, but it was fun, wind was loud and cold around my head, but my hat kept me warm.

But after a busy week, by the time I walked in the shop, the warning extra throbs, pulsing pain in my back indicated that maybe I shouldn’t have come. I hadn’t been in there for long before I started slowing down, very veeerrrrrryyyyyy sssslllowwwwllly.

But I was here now. Choosing a big bag rather than pushing a trolley was a stupid mistake, one which I should not be doing now, but I did.

Well, I was only getting a few bits.

Ha ha ha, what woman  can go to Ikea without buying extras.

A scarf holder came first, ( on the list ) a good look at storage units for shoes and found 2 that could be perfect. Into the kitchen section. Buy a packets of clips and 2 frying pans of different sizes, not on the list. BUT they were a good price and I’ve been meaning to buy replacements for…….a year or 2 now.

Then I find the picture frames Master wanted. He designs brilliant pictures of our cars to put in the hall. Buying an identical, or as near identical as possible, small toy car, or sometimes a pricey model car, then he finds photos of the car when we owned it, he screws the car into the frame, as its about 2 inches deep, enough to fit a car in, then puts our photos around it. It’s really quite a good idea. We even made one for my mum last year, her first car was a red Mini, my Dad found a few pictures on her with and put it together. Everyone thought it was great, though mum was somewhat confused, but that’s the dementia causing that. I wanted another one, as I found a clay handprint from E when he was only 9 weeks old. So I wanted him to do a picture with that and I will find some photos of E when he was the same age.

So I had to buy 5. Putting them in my now, v heavy bag, I wished I had used the trolley now.

Just as I was coming to the end of the items, I saw the thing I had wanted for months.

A good friend told me about this item, telling me how much it hurt when her husband used it to spank her. Surely not, this can’t possibly hurt that much I had thought back then. But I had seen photos of her lovely bottom all red with welts over it, so I knew it must do.

The item was a shoehorn.

A long handle, hard plastic, that yes, I could imagine would leave a stingjng wallop.

What colour should I choose, I wondered. Red, white or black. I wanted 2, one for the living room and one for the bedroom.

Master likes having toys to hand, instantly.

So I chose black for downstairs, and red for the bedroom. My friend has hers hanging on the door, so I’m going to see if that’s possible. E wouldn’t get suspicious seeing that, once he knew it was for helping me put my shoes on.

Mmmmmmm what would he say if he knew the truth.

So getting everything I paid and got to my car. Picking my kindle up, I decided to go and have a sit down, with a coffee and my book and rest for a bit. Mmmmm I got somewhat confused.

Typical me. I thought the cafe was right at tge front, couldn’t find it, then following some other people, I walked through a door, and found a very empty, cafe. Selling more hot foods than drinks. So I decided to leave it. But I couldn’t find this bloody door again. What a wally !!!!!!

I can call me that but don’t anyone else dare or I will throw a fit lol

I found myself having to go back through the entire downstairs again until I found the exit.

My back was fucking killing me by the time I sat in the car. Oh well, never mind the coffee, lets just get to the station.

I put in Warrington Train Station in my phone sat nav and  drove towards it. The traffic was ridiculous, not even peak yet, and wrong lanes, missed turns, I was getting very flustered.

After god knows how long, I came to the station.

Hang on, this isn’t where I dropped him off. Maybe there’s another entrance where the drop off points are. No. What the hell, I thought.

After driving around trying to find a place to stop, I just pulled into the driveway to the Salvation Army. Yes it wasn’t allowed, yes I was actually in the wrong direction, but I stopped.

Would you mind telling me what station I’m picking you up at, as Warrington station looks nothing like where I dropped you off. I wrote in my message.

Ha ha ha, Warrington Bank Quay. He messaged.

It wudda been nice if someone had mentioned there were 2 train stations here. I replied.

Ha ha ha you muppet. He said.

Perhaps the muppet cudda told me. I’ve not been to Warrington town centre, so I wouldn’t know.

Cursing at the phone, I typed the right place into my sat nav and headed off. AGAIN.

But by this time the traffic was even busier. I was in the middle of town centre, most of it one way systems, as I couldn’t see the screen, I didn’t know which lane to be in, and missed the turns quite a few times, in the end the 5 minute journey it should have taken, took me over half an hour.

Unfortunately I perspire a lot when I’m nervous driving, hot flush, over hot flush. I tense up, then my back hurts even more, curse a lot, this is why I don’t like driving. Anyway, I eventually found it, reversed into a parking spot, got out a bought myself a well earned bar of chocolate. Yes I know, I’m on my diet, and I’ve been really good but when stressed, chocolate is always a good reliever, a large Latte, and came back to the car. Moving the seat right back so I could sit comfortably, I relaxed, enjoying some me time with my kindle. I had a good hour and a half to wait until Master arrived, then I thankfully changed seats so he could drive home.

It’s felt like another long day, but luckily when Master goes back up to Glasgow in two weeks, he’s driving, so I won’t have to repeat this again.

( Thank the Lord she says. Lol. )

How many strokes from Saturday’s play.

A few people wanted to know how many strokes I got with each toy during Saturday’s play. I’ve done my best to count the hammer but it was so fast I could’ve missed some.

So here goes………..

Bull Whip………….……93.

Spanking Hammer……117.

Tawse…………………….7.

Hand………………………3.

I’ve just watched the full video and I must say, I did enjoy watching it back. I love seeing Masters face, how much he’s enjoying it and looks so smug at times.

Plus love watching my reactions, I realise why Master tells me to be quiet now, I’m rather noisy during spanking and sex. Oh well, least the neighbours will know we’ve had fun coz I’m sure they must hear something as we hear their baby cry and the little girl shouting, crying, playing. Wonder what they’re thinking ? I know one thing for sure, I cannot leave a window open during our play lol.