Friday, March 31, 2006

Crabby, Crotchety & Cheeky



Yup, thats me. It's bitch week & boy have I had a ball. Some unbeknown force took over me & my body for two days and reeked havoc with my hormones. Everyone that dared to cross my path got it & got it good. I fear for my rear end! I did apologise yesterday but not sure it cut the mustard with EH?
Honestly it doesn't normally get me that bad, I'm usually such a sweet Minx . Thank goodness the weekend is here!
Have a good one ya all x x x x


Thursday, March 30, 2006

Getting there slowly....

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Wednesday, March 29, 2006

School Night Out! R/L

EH and I went to the Royal Albert Hall on Monday to see Ricky Gervais Live in aid of https://www.teenagecancertrust.org/main/ it was really funny. There were ten live comic acts that were excellent. Only problem was being out on a work night. We didn't get home til after midnight and we haven't caught up yet :O(

For my friends stateside Ricky Gervais created "The Office" a really funny spoof documentary which I think they now have in America?

Spanked Cheeky Cheeks


Daily Butt Whacking- Part Two of Phucking Fone

Monday was a funny day. Her bottom was a serious reminder of the caning the night before. In the bath, getting in the car, sitting at her desk. Every time she put her bottom into contact with a seat she felt each stroke. What was worse was that it wasn’t over. Because of her stupidity she was on daily discipline. Goodness knows what that would entail.

Mondays tended to be meeting days. Often she had to present which would have been an opportune way to stand up for most of the morning. She sat, shifting around and trying to concentrate. A co-worker asked if she had “ants in her pants” which she laughed off. She listened to the constant drone of directors updating the MD on the week’s events. All she could think about was getting her getting bottom another warming later.

Every conversation seemed to have a innuendo in it. Somehow every other word she heard she managed to relate to her punishment. “Book” made her think of her punishment book, coffee with *whipped* cream, deadlines (she had one of her own of 7pm). She had to return to reality for a one to one with her boss at 3pm.

And then it went form her mind, she was back into work mode. Dealing feverently with the pressure and stress she had to on a daily basis. Between 3 & 4pm she delivered her figures and plans for the coming week. The next thing she knew it had gone 5 and suddenly she was back into excitement mode. She had a few more things to do before she should leave but didn’t want to risk traffic. Driving home she got more & more concerned about her butt cheeks. She had been caned before but couldn’t remember it ever being two days in a row.

As she pulled up outside the lights were on. Crikey he must be keen, he rarely got home before her. She sat in the car for a while trying to work out her plan, her strategy. She didn’t have one! This was home, where she swapped her tough girl role for submissive disciplined wife. She wouldn’t swap it for the world, and turned the key quietly in the front door. Why she did it quietly she wasn’t sure! EH was in the hall with his arms folded.

“Upstairs to my office please, seeing as you are home early we can crack on”

Hmmm crack on didn’t sound too pleasant. She arrived in his office and saw a table and chair set up which she guessed was for her. EH was behind her and began to take off her skirt.

She had to parade her cane marks for him and be stripped from the waist down.

“Your bottom looks like it needs a rest. Sit it on the chair and write out a hundred lines please. “I must not disobey, disrespect or be dishonest to my Master”. If you finish within the hour please move upstairs for Corner Time.

She honestly would rather another caning. Lines were so demeaning. And Corner Time with no spanking? What was the point of that? This weekly discipline was losing the appeal fast. Bloody lines. This was ridiculous.

She finished quickly and reckoned as she walked upstairs if he came to check she would get a few swats at least. He didn’t appear and called her down to dinner. She got a hug and a glass of wine on her arrival. And that was it for the night; nothing else was said or done? She just didn’t get it. She knew if she questioned anything she ran the risk of the cane which on her already sore cheeks she didn’t fancy.

Tuesday wasn’t quite the same, the cane marks were subsiding fast and the thrill of daily discipline just wasn’t cutting it. She concentrated at work and got home just in the nick of time. EH stripped her bare in their entrance hall & took her into the living room and promptly took her over his lap. Now this was more like it. The spanking was just what she needed. Her marks were a little tender but she loved this position & began writhing in pleasure.

But this was discipline rather than erotic & quickly she was feeling the pinch. She got lashed soundly for what seemed like ages and then began her earnest appreciation of his cock as a thank you. And then EH fetched a Chinese meal for them. Heaven as far as they were both concerned.

Wednesday she was based near home all day & got home early. She decided to cook & leave it on a low heat so she didn’t incur any extra discipline. As it was EH got home late and was shattered. They ate & watched TV and went up to bed. Out came the wooden paddle. It was funny how EH suddenly came alive when it was time for swatting her arse. She took a sound , harsh paddling bent over the bed. She yelped & cried, screamed and almost used her safe word. He helped her into bed and she settled her bum into his crotch and they fucked hard before sleep.

Stuck in a meeting at 6pm on Thursday she texted EH to say she was going to be late. He replied that she had a choice, get home on time or get a double whammy. She really had no choice; she couldn’t walk out and leave so began to squirm in her seat. Driving home she was soaking wet, she had eaten & knew EH would have too. It was late so she knew he would get down to it as soon as she got home. She was right. He was waiting behind the door with the riding crop. She was getting whacked before taking off her coat. He pulled her skirt up & knickers down in a swift movement. He put her collar & lead on & undid her blouse. She was marched up to the bathroom & bent over the bath. He whipped her bare buttocks in excess of 50 times & then doubled it with the bath brush. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. He pushed her into the shower & took her against her red hot backside. Without the hundred lashes whipped ass, she could really get used to this!

EH took Friday off. He had said this would be the last daily session. She knew it wasn’t going to be an easy night. She managed to finish early & jumped in the bath when she got home. EH helped dry her off and rubbed cream into her bottom “In preparation for later”.

He made her wait. He knew she would be horny as hell and he intended to milk the last night. She got a long lecture whilst bend over & shackled up across the punishment stool in the shed. He tweaked her nipples whilst she promised never to earn weekly discipline again. She got leathered with most of their implements. The strap, paddle, whip & crop crashed down on her sensitive sore buttocks. And finally The Cane. He delivered each lash with precision & took his time over every one of the thirty strokes, building up the anticipation for each one. She thanked him through her tears. He shoved his rampant hard cock up her anus for effect. She squealed in a mixture of hell & heaven all mixed up & rolled into one.

And that was it. As he unshackled her, she lunged into his arms. They went upstairs & collapsed into bed, all be it her lying on her side. She couldn’t decide…did she want this again?

A Minxy Production ©

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Ruled on Sunday R/L


I managed to get myself 8 strikes with the wooden ruler on EH's desk on Sunday.
I dropped in to give him a blow job in some undies he likes & ended up getting a wacking! He got me to type a live blog update as I was bent over his desk, but erm somehow we lost it! I had to type the number of swats I wanted but by the time I had typed a number EH declared I was too late and I got another swat! Mmmmmmm

Kool Kakes



Just found these fab cakes @ http://www.thecakestore.com Thinking of getting this for EH's birthday x

Spanking Cures Everthing! -Article

Spanking cures everything-Metro.co.uk

IT MAY SOUND a bit kinky but everything from depression to alcoholism can be cured with a beating on the bare bottom, scientists claim.

The treatment works. I'm not sadistic

Spanking is more effective than exercise at keeping the blues at bay, say Russian researchers who carried out tests on caning.

They recommend that people receive 30 weekly sessions of 60 of the best. High levels of pain make the body produce endorphins or 'happy chemicals' and this leads to feelings of euphoria.

Endorphins also boost the immune system, release sex hormones and reduce appetite.

Dr Sergei Speransky, who now charges patients £57 for treatment at Novosibirsk Institute of Medicine, said: 'The treatment works. I'm not sadistic, at least not in the classical sense, but I do advocate caning.'

Taken from the metro.co.uk

Blog Skiving-Article

Are you a skiving blogger?


Once the pursuit of nerdy insomniacs, weblogs are a growing craze.

This amounts to a third of the British working week being lost due to skiving...ahem cough cough moi?

Its now reckoned there are more than 50million residing on the Internet – with the blogging community expanding by around 65,000 a day.

That estimate comes from coffee company Boca Java, who say blogs are the new phone in modern society.

Newcomers range from political commentators and journalists to sports fans ,mothers at home & spanko's.

They provide personal websites which can contain diaries, event news, personal comments and recommendations,kinks & perversions.

However, the Internet remains a mixed blessing for employers, with a new report revealing that Britons spend the equivalent of 75 days every year surfing the Net instead of working. One worker stated "they get enough out of me for free"!

The average office worker spends two and half hours a day e-mailing friends, checking their finances and shopping, or just generally reading spanking stories.

This amounts to a third of the British working week being lost due to skiving workers – costing employers billions of pounds in wasted time.

The results came from a survey of more than 2,000 office workers organised by www.thomascook.com.

Amended by Minxy ....article from metro.co.uk

Saturday, March 25, 2006

5.30pm R/L


Was the time I got my weekly disipline. We knew we had guests tonight at 6pm and I got my orders earlier on today. The anticipation is lovely I have to say. Whatever type of day you are having it's tucked away at the back of your mind that your bottom is up for a warming. Plus you chop veg up a lot quicker when you've been spanked just before people arrive!
This morning we went out with a friend to get some stuff done at the Bank. There was a hold up (Haha not literally) at one of the Banks and I was getting tetchy waiting. Anyhow when EH and our friend eventually finished "banking" there was a few cross words & I stormed off. Then I proceeded to do the same again in the supermarket.
The thing is you know you are doing it, and you know you'll pay for it, but you carry on regardless!
Anyhow I got a mixture of a "good girl but still got to iron out the odd tantrum" spank. It was nice. And my bottom was warm enough to enjoy through dinner. We are trying to eat earlier at weekends coz in the week we eat so late., as a result our guests went early too! Anyhow we are planning a lazy day tomorrow. Hmph! Lazy my ass!

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Mad March & Missing Spankings R/L


Well it's a Mad March week. What is good is that the mornings are getting lighter and the weather is warming up a treat, unlike my rear end. TV is awful and I'm considering going to bed at 8pm. TO SLEEP! EH is flat out too and I've got my 3rd 5am start tomorrow. So night night. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite x

Monday, March 20, 2006

Just a Kwickie~-Thanx!

I really do have to do some work today, but I also have to say a BIG HUGE THANK YOU to all you nice people out there that have linked to me! I can't explain the delight I feel when I go to anothers blog and see it links back here! Little things please little minds I know! ~mwah~
Hugggggggggggggggs x x x x
( hmm just thought ~mwah~ may be a UK thing. Try saying it out loud..it should sound like a kiss?)

Phucking Phone


The Phone Phucking

Minxy had had a few discipline & punishment spankings to do with the phones. EH’s rules stated that the phone should not be answered during anytime they ate together. She was also forbidden to use her phone when they were together socially out or at home, unless of course there was an emergency. She had broken the home phone rule a few times and that had been included in her maintenance sessions & the mobile rule had incurred a couple of punishment disciplines.

So you would think any normal wife would have learnt by now. But not this one. During a barbeque for friends and neighbours she had been frantically texting friends when she thought EH wasn’t looking. EH had clocked the disobedience a few times and carried on socialising.

Gradually the guests began to leave. They began to clear up & some friends helped. EH went up to the fish pond and hugged Minxy from behind. He pinched her bottom ( a sign she was in trouble) and pressed a note into her hand.

Her heart began to beat faster & she excused herself to the loo. She uncrumpled the note:

CORNER TIME STARTS IMMEDIATLEY, GUESTS OR NOT. STRIP NAKED & BE ON YOUR BOTTOM. AWAIT MY ARRIVAL & HANDS ON YOUR HEAD.

She sat on the loo. Christ how was she going to disappear? She knew it must be for the mobile & she knew if he was sending her whilst they still had guests then he must be pretty damn mad. She felt a mixture of mental dread and sexual excitement. She didn’t have a choice. She mumbled something about a headache to some people in the hall and dived upstairs.

She pushed the door as closed to as she dare. She knew if she closed it, EH would have a fit. She stripped slowly and made sure her dressing gown was within sight in case of emergencies. Automatically she assumed her position and strained her ears for what was going on downstairs. She heard EH saying that she had gone to lie down & he was going up to check on her. He flung the door wide open.

“Where is your mobile?”

“In my shorts”

He got her to stand up whilst he gave her a few sharp swats. She didn’t whimper knowing people were in the hallway. He put her back into position.

It seemed like ages before everyone had gone. She knew even then EH might not come up immediately. Her arms were aching, her bum was numb & she was irritable for being left for so long. He finally appeared. He stood her up, put her hands by he sides & held her face to his.

“How many times are we going to have this discussion?”

“No more, honest”

“Why is the rule in place?”

“Because our time is so limited”

“And?”

“It ensures we focus on each other when we are together”

“Do you disagree with the rule?”

“No”

“So why disobey me?”

“I don’t know, habit maybe”

“Well sweetie we are going to have to remove the habit”

He bent her over the chair and began what was going to be the longest session she had ever endured. He began hand spanking her numb bottom with a heavy hand.

“I don’t want to punish you honey, but there really is no choice. You seem to have ignored and made a mockery of the previous maintenance & punishments.”

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry” She was wailing already.

“Not only is it disobedience, it’s also dishonesty as you try to hide it from me. It is also total disrespect for our house rules. Clearly you wish to text your friends more than spend quality time with me”

“Its not that, its just habit, I will I promise try harder”

She held in her bottom cheeks and was promptly told to release them. Her hands began to flinch towards her rear end.

“There will be no point protecting your bottom dearest. I’ve decided that you will endure a punishment discipline today. But also from today you will be on daily discipline until further notice. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master”

“Bottom up please”

As she raised her bottom she tried to focus on daily discipline. How on earth were they going to fit that in? She lost concentration as the smacks became harder. Her pain tolerance for spanking was usually pretty good but the thought of getting her arse hammered daily was not a pleasing thought.

After her bottom had began turning colour he put her back in the corner. The lecture continued.

“I want you home by 7pm every day this week. I will expect you to be ready for your daily maintenance. If you are late, a punishment spanking will occur”

Tears began to fall. How on earth was she going to get through the week knowing she was going to be spanked or worse every day? How on earth was she going to explain she needed to be home by 7pm every day? Suddenly there was a finger lubing up her anus. She hated that. Next came a butt plug and then the whip struck right across the top of her bottom. He helped her back to bending over the chair and began her whipping. It was even harder to take with the butt plug up her bottom. She was beginning to sob. He knew she wasn’t able to count and delivered as many strokes as he thought she could take.

More corner time followed. And then he removed the plug and positioned her on the bed for a caning. Her bottom just wasn’t red enough. She needed to remember this. He made her lift her bottom twice and stuck his finger in her arse to get it higher. And then promptly delivered twenty four gruelling swipes of the cane. For a caning, she had to count. And if she lost count they started again, and again. She had calmed down enough to count as well as she could.

He surveyed her bottom. There were some serious cane marks over the top of a spanked & whipped butt. He had to stick his cock in. There was no other choice.

As his cock probed up her bottom she began to feel relieved it was never as bad as she dreaded. It was always the thought of it she hated. But once inside she began to enjoy the tightness of him inside her and the feeling of him banging against her swipes always brought her to orgasm.

"I can't believe you are enjoying this!"

He too came with a shuddering force up her backside. He knew too that the dirty little slut had enjoyed it. Not quite the punishment he had planned! She began her thank youto her Master & apology before he stopped her in her tracks.

“We haven’t finished sweetie, up you get”

And then there were floods of tears, the emotion of the caning and having her butt fucked and still more to come was too much. He considered letting her off. But if he didn’t drive home the mobile issue they would never move on.

He got her some tissue and wiped her tears. He couldn’t decide between lines or general corner time, he waited whilst she went to the loo. He had another idea.

“Lay on the bed sweetie, legs apart” He attached her to all four corners of the bed and inserted her mobile into a food bag and up her fanny. Then he rang it and watched it vibrate! He left the following voicemail:

“Next time you disobey me I will leave you like this with your phone up your vagina for hours. I expect you not to give me any reason to do this again”

Crikey she felt weird with a phone up her crotch! But she had to give it to him. He was definitely getting his point across today. Crystal clear in fact.

He figured she had had enough for today and sat her in the corner on her freshly caned cheeks to reflect. She was mightily uncomfortable for the next fifteen minutes. When he called for her, he had never seen he so remorseful.

“I’m so so sorry. I really honestly promise not to do it again. I know I need reminding daily and I promise to be home on time. I really do love you” He hugged and kissed her and rubbed baby oil onto her bottom. The week was only just beginning.

Part two to follow.

A Minxy Production ©

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Unexpected Bottom Warming R/L



Last night EH was helping me with my blog. He patiently explained how to add links (see new links!) I have to admit I'm not very computer minded and when he started to explain HTML ( I think thats what it's called) I said "Oh I don't understand that stuff" and promptly got turned over for my *postponed* maintenance spanking.EH quite rightly want's me to try harder with things before dismissing them off. I will in the future "try harder". My bottom was on fire for awhile afterwards.It was a pretty harsh spanking with me kicking up my legs which quickly got tied down. Apparently I upset him when I dismiss things off like that. I have to admit we are learning more stuff about each other like this.
Also if I don't make an effort, I'll be in the corner, sat on my sore bottom & writing out lines. As I don't relish the lines part, I reckon I'll give it a go!

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Postponed Maintenance R/L


Unlike Blogger , my weekly maintenance is POSTPONED! EH is feeling under the weather & I have been in bed all day feeling rough. I want my bottom to feel rough! Ah well, I'll have to be on my best behaviour I guess or my list will REALLY build up...teeeeeheeeeeeeee. Trouble is , I'm aching for my session, although afterwards it's my big wobbly bottom aching ( I've got that stuck in my mind from Bonnies post earlier) Anyway hope you all get to spank or get to be spanked tonight!

Huggggggggggggggggs

UnspankedMinx x

Friday, March 17, 2006

Korner Time with a Twist



Korner Time with a Twist

Minxy lay out on a sun lounger in the garden. She had finished work early for once and was home by 4. Just early enough to catch the last of the sunshine for the day. EH was working in his office at home and had the window open. Perfect to nag him through.

He looked out the window and surveyed his delightful wife’s sun worshipping outfit. Which he decided didn’t leave an awful lot to the imagination. She turned over on her lounger and he could just see the top of her bottom through her bikini briefs. If she carried on nagging he was going to yank those down for sure.

She was hot and wandered inside for a drink. She called upstairs to see if he wanted one. He informed her not to keep disturbing him as he was working. To which she retorted “whooohooo, get you, I’m only asking”

He had made his mind up that as soon as he was finished she was getting it anyway and that remark had just added to her soon to be sore bottom. He looked out the window again and saw her taking off her bikini top.

He had to fight to keep his mind on finishing his work. She on the other hand lay blissfully unaware that her bottom was up for a blister.

There was nothing like the thought of spanking his wife to spur him on to finish. Fifty minutes later he leaned out of the window.

“I would like a drink now please, water if you could, thanks” And disappeared before she could retaliate. The sun had gone in anyhow and she couldn’t be bothered to shout back. She took up his drink, still topless and placed it on his desk. She loved his faced when parts of her were exposed and it brought out the devil in her. She started rubbing her breasts and moaning and laughing out loud, she pulled down her bikini briefs and pulled them back up again. He sat back with a smile on his face enjoying the show. She posed and acted up in front of him and then took off her bottoms to wave in his face.

He grabbed her hand and sat her on his lap facing away from him.

She felt most submissive when she was naked and he had control. That grab of her arm indicated his dominance of the situation. He rubbed her breasts from behind and whispered in her ear.

“I feel some corner time is necessary, for teasing me in the garden, your sarcasm and your deliberate striptease when you know I’m working”

She was already wet and had suspected as much. He stood her up and rather than marching her upstairs he led her to the airing cupboard. The cupboard was in his office and he opened up the door. She gasped, he had screwed 3 hooks across each shelf. She knew only too well they were to attach her to. On the sides of the cupboard were the most severe canes, paddles and straps he owned. For her private viewing obviously. Before she knew it she was shackled up to the hooks.

“This is the new corner honey, I can keep an eye on you whilst I work and you get to keep warm and look at the lovely toys we have. Excellent”

Her arms and legs were the first to get hooked up. Out came her collar and lead, then a chastity belt type attachment for around her waist. And lastly her ball & gag and blindfold. Well this was a turn up for the books, she would now have her bottom on show right in front of his eyes.

“Now honey I know you haven’t been THAT bad, but I wanted to try it out and see how it looks. So we might as well keep you there for 20 mins to get used to it before your punishment. Huh?”

He knew she couldn’t answer; he put his hands between her legs. As he thought, she was soaking.

He sat back in his chair and taunted her for the next ten minutes, how he was going to spank her bottom, how long he was going to spank her for and just exactly how naughty she had been. She almost orgasmed right there and then.

He went upstairs, closed the curtains and laid out the pillows on the bed and took his camera down.

“This will be your BEFORE picture” He knew that would only add to her excitement. He unhooked her apart from the lead, gag and blindfold and took her upstairs.

He laid her across the bed and began spanking. He took out her gag to hear her moans move onto begging him to stop. He brought each slap down with force, alternating her cheeks then focussing on each one separately for a while. This she found hard when he did that and put her hands out to shield her bottom.

He twisted her round and held both legs up in the air. Exposing her bottom & sex whilst he carried on spanking. She jolted and complained with each spank.

He turned her over again, lubed up his finger and stuck it up her arse.
"You know better than to complain during a spanking!"

She could hardly breathe, he hadn’t put his finger up her bum in years.It was an unexpected shock and she gasped.

“Have you learnt your lesson? Do not tease me whilst I’m working and mind your sarcasm”

“Yes Master” How she got the words out with the sudden finger up her rear end she didn’t know.

He pulled it out and and kneeled in front of her. He stuck his cock right down her mouth, holding onto her hot bottom. Within minutes he had the desired effect, shooting right down her throat. He recovered and got up to hug her.

“That was a shock huh?”

“Erm yeah!”

“You ok?”

“I think so”

“Next time, It’ll be worse”

He didn’t need to elaborate. She knew full well what they had got up to years ago, but that was when then did this for fun, not punishment. Crikey she didn't fancy being punished like that.

She whispered her thank you and he forgave her. She couldn’t help thinking she hadn’t done an awful lot to get this one! She rested her head in his chest and told him she loved him. To which he returned the notion.

A Minxy Production ©

Bloggin Friday R/L


Well it's Friday, nearly the end of another week. I'm finishing early today for doing so many hours lately. I got a mid week midnight spank too which was very welcomed. The weeks go by much quicker with a spanking in the middle, whadda reckon?The house is a tip and I need to get some jobs done and update my *minxy did list* I'm pretty sure I've been an angel I' m also getting some hints to what the house rules will be like...oooo errrrrr. It's pretty nippy here at the moment, going to have to put my woolly socks on. Huggggggggggggggggs x x x x

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Governess & lashings! Part Two



Governess and lashings & lashings of……ginger beer! Part two!

Before she knew it her crotch was even closer to the bark of the tree. The first slice cut across her buttocks with force. She always had to count the cane & thank EH for each one.

“Two, thank you Sir”

He never forced her to call him Sir or Master. She did it naturally, almost as a mark of respect. She didn’t know how many she had earned, gritted her teeth and focussed on the torch resting on a grass verge. He was delighted that the woods were so damn close to the cottage. It had taken him ages to find such a place and couldn’t believe his luck that they were already in them and he was caning her bare backside already.

He stopped at six. The last one he placed at the top of her thighs. He knew she hated it and did it to remind her not to disobey him again. He placed the cane in between her sex.

“What have you learnt form this session?”

“Not to masturbate without permission” The cane was removed from in between her legs. She felt relieved that she had only got six strokes. It could have been a lot worse. He pulled her away from the tree and cuddled her. He put his cardigan around her shoulders and they walked back to the cottage with his arms wrapped around her.

Inside it was nippy; they got ready for bed and snuggled up close together. He poured them two glasses of huge red wine and lit the fire.

They were both knackered and quickly dropped off to sleep. A knock at the door woke Minxy up early. She went downstairs and retrieved a food basket delivered outside the door. She unpacked everything and made some tea & toast. The cottage was quaint but looked totally remote; she couldn’t see any sign of life for miles. She sat down by the log fire and realised her bottom was bruised and sore. Jeez she hated the damn cane.

This was the life, away from the hustle & bustle of work and stress. She decided to go and wake up EH her way. She threw off her pyjama’s and put on her peephole nightie and crotch less knickers. She made more tea & toast and took it upstairs. He could sleep through anything. The wooden floors, taps & the screech of the toaster woke the wildlife but not him. She stripped back the flowery bedcovers and sat astride him. He woke up with a smile and an erect cock. He took a sip of tea & a slice of toast whilst she writhed in front of him. She kissed and caressed him and then lifted herself right down onto his cock.

What a sight for first thing in the morning. His wife bouncing up and down on his cock with her breasts & nipples exposed through the black fluffy holes. He pulled her panties to one side and stroked her cane marks whilst they fucked. They came with force and lay in each others arms.

The rest of the day they walked. Through the woods, down by streams, the found a meadow & a pub for lunch. The afternoon was spent in a small town, having tea & cakes and mooching through shops. A few months ago, they most likely would have argued about what they each wanted to do and had a row by now. This new life seemed to be suiting them both.

However, when all said & done it was Saturday evening. And that meant her weekly discipline session. Back at the cottage he lit the fire and sent her upstairs to get her list and prepare herself. He hadn’t given her any specific instructions so she put on her spanking panties ( silk ones that cover her butt) underneath her jeans. She stood by the bed, facing away from the door.

He went to fetch her, took her downstairs and laid her across his lap on the sofa. She had to read out each of the things on her list (spilling tea on the bed mattress, usual backchat etc) and received twenty spanks for each. She thought she was in heaven with the fire roaring & getting spanked across her panties. She would have been too if her butt hadn’t still been hurting from the night before. She promised dutifully to behave better & improve her attitude for the week ahead. They showered and went out to eat.

EH drove to another pub and they ate and laughed like they hadn’t done in years. Minxy was getting slightly tipsy as EH was driving he didn’t drink. They left at closing time and he drove them back to the cottage.

He opened the door for her and led her out of the car. But then promptly put her over the car bonnet, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her knickers and spanked her for forgetting to thank him for her earlier discipline. Although he didn’t need any excuse to whip her delectable butt cheeks.

She was glad it was pitch back and they were in the middle of nowhere. God her hide was taking a tanning this weekend. She loved it. He led her inside and took her doggy style by the fire. Her bare bottom rubbed against him. They drank some wine & fell asleep on the sofa. He woke up a few hours later and gently nudged her. They went upstairs and climbed into bed.

EH got up the next day and prepared a picnic with the newly delivered food basket. He made her breakfast and took it up to the bedroom. The last three years had been rough and he sat with her and told her how happy he was and how much he loved her. She felt the same; she really thought they had turned a corner.

They snoozed for a while and got ready at leisure then tripped off for their walk & picnic. It was warm with a breeze and they held hands and chatted along the way. Eventually they settled in a deserted picnic area with benches. They sat and ate and started walking back.

Suddenly EH dumped the cool box and dragged her down an embankment. He began kissing her feverishly and undoing her clothes. She squealed!

“It’s daylight! Be careful! Someone might see!”

“Trust me honey, it’ll be fine”

Christ he was taking a risk, not that they had seen anyone around the cottage or in the woods. She felt exposed and vulnerable. He sensed her reluctance and talked to her.

“Babe I would never put you at risk, trust me, no-one will come down here”

She relaxed and responded but managed to keep half her clothes on. For the first time ever they made love outside. She found it immensely exciting & thrilling. They lay in the grass kissing for a while. They then walked slowly back to the cottage.

She was sad it was Sunday and all over in a few hours. They made tea & had biscuits and sat together in front of the fire. She could never remember them ever being this close and it felt nice. He offered to go and pack for them and she fell asleep on the settee.

He brought the bags downstairs and loaded the car. It really had been a fabulous weekend. She woke up, groggy and went upstairs to check under the bed. He knew she would go and look to see if they had left anything and he had carefully placed her school uniform there for her.

She gasped, crikey she wasn’t expecting that. What had she done now? She snatched it out and looked around for EH. He wasn’t there, she tried to bring herself round and went to splash her face. She just couldn’t think what on earth she had done? She was also tired and cranky and could really do without this. Why oh why did the weekend have to end this way?

She put it all on, the white blouse, grey pleated skirt, maroon gym knickers and knee length socks. She had forgotten her bands to put her hair up into pigtails. Ah well tough. She was angry at herself for letting him pack & see it!

The footsteps came up the stairs, she felt nervous and not at all horny. He bent her over the ottoman and spread her legs out.

“It’s my fault minx, I forgot the holiday spanking! So bottoms up sweetie! We can’t forget our own rituals now can we!”

Up came the skirt, down came the gym knickers. No warm up. As soon as his hand smacked down on her bottom she felt her sex go on fire. Tired as she was, she loved it.

She lost count in her head and began to writhe in pleasure; he laid her on the bed and licked out her sex. He kissed her all over and sucked on her nipples. He flicked her clit with his tongue which she adored. He licked and licked until she bucked in pleasure.

Wow. No-one else had ever made her feel this good. Ever. He drove them home and carried the bags in. It was late and they went to bed. To sleep!

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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Misdemeanours of Minx



Minxy Misdemeanours

Generally the new domestic discipline trial was going well. In 7 weeks she had only received two punishment sessions. Every Saturday it was now her ritual maintenance discipline and she had also received many more good girl spankings than she had ever before they started. Their sex life was back to a more submissive style and had improved and they seem to have found a renewed desire for each other. EH wanted to eventually wanted to show her off at a club or party. He took her on the first weekend of every month to the fetish fair and they got new toys each week.

EH had put together the house rules that she had to abide by. It had certainly improved her behaviour no end. Her biggest letdown tended to be the swearing rules. She endlessly tried to get EH to spank her without asking outright. She often wandered about in just a g string, poked her bottom out purposefully when bending over, and wore his favourite spanking knickers. EH had to decide whether she was just being flirtatious or begging for a spanking, flirtatious got her a warm backside, openly cruising for a spank earned her a note in her blog and was added to her weekly DD.

On this particular evening he had bought tickets to a concert. He had also put together a ritual spanking list, nights out spanking, hotel, holiday & birthday spanking as a regular thing. She was also spanked after visiting her parents on her return. Though they missed each other terribly this served as something for them both to look forward to. It was also something he reminded her of the whole time she was away, keeping her hot and wanting him.

She was in the bath getting ready & he stood at the door. He was feeling particularly horny and decided she would have her spanking before they set off. He stripped off and got in with her. She sat in his arms whilst they played with each other, after a while he jumped out and sat on the side.

“Time for your pre night out spank!”

“Pre? I thought they were post?”

He didn’t bother to explain, he stood her up and spanked her soapy bare bottom, he spanked and spanked whilst she squealed & moaned in delight. He raised her bottom colour to a nice cheeky shade of red.

“Baby please may I have your cock?”

He got her out, laid her down on a towel and fucked her there & then. They kissed and recovered quickly and got ready to go. They travelled in a comfortable silence to the venue and got there just before the support act came on. One rule that hadn’t yet been put into action was the fact that she wasn’t allowed to mess with her mobile on “their” leisure time. They got so little time together that a rule was she was to ignore calls & texts when they were together. He had also indicated that should she mis-behave in public in anyway he would pinch her bottom to indicate she had crossed the line and that she would be “for it” at a later date.

Minxy, having been spanked & fucked and going out had let her guard down. They had decent seats and EH went off to get some drinks & snacks. On his return she had her mobile in her hand, texting someone. She saw him coming and quickly hid it in her pocket. She didn’t think he had seen and if he had, he hadn’t been there anyway so it shouldn’t make any difference.

The concert started & they began to enjoy it. They sang & danced through the first half and thoroughly enjoyed themselves. At the break she squeezed past EH to go to the toilet.

And there it was the first pinch. There was no mistaking it, it wasn’t too hard but it was firm & she knew exactly what it was for. She glanced around to look at him but he was looking the other way. Sod! She went off to the toilets and checked her phone. There were three new texts. Christ she felt guilty without him even knowing she was looking. This was ridiculous. She was going to have to tell him that this lifestyle was stupid, just stupid.. But as she sat on the toilet she knew she couldn’t complain. She nagged & nagged for them to spend time together and then when they did she was consumed with the outside world rather than their quality time together. She pulled up her knickers, realised she was turned on & went back to EH. She sat quietly wanting to argue, but she didn’t want to ruin the rest of the night or get a harsher punishment than she already had coming.

She lost interest in the concert, her mind wandering to her punishment, her knickers getting wetter by the minute, but upset at herself for disappointing him. EH acted as normal holding her hand and kissing her through the slower songs. The second half seemed to take ages, every time she had to wait for a punishment, it did her head it. She couldn’t think about anything else, her bottom even tingled at the thought of it.

He told her to remove her knickers before leaving the venue and to give them to him. She dutifully went to the toilets. They were soaking wet, she tried to dry them out with toilet paper. Goodness this was shaming. She pulled up her jeans onto her bare crotch (also shaved on demand) and gave her panties to her husband.

He drove home and she could feel the tension. She squirmed against her jeans, knowing by his mood that it would be tonight rather than tomorrow morning. And then she began to get angry. She just wasn’t going to take this any longer. Her emotions took over.

“I’m putting an end to this crap now, I won’t be ruled by this. I’m a grown woman for fucks sake” She didn’t say it quietly, she was angry, shouting and she meant it.

He was a little stunned, she had been so receptive to everything so far but he had supposed it would be inevitable that at some time she would revoke this situation. He carried on driving in silence whilst she ranted & raved. He considered stopping the car & spanking her over the bonnet right there & then.

“I can talk to my friends when I like BLEEP, I will not be told what to do by you or anyone BLEEP, I have a job, a life, I will not be punished like this”

He spoke quietly and with as much authority as he could:

“We decided to trial this for two months and we agreed that we would not call it off in the heat of the moment. Therefore tonight you will be punished twice. Once for this mishap at the concert and secondly for your outright disobedience & blatant disrespect for me. I suggest you curb your foul mouth now to avoid further issues”

She was seething. There was just no way he was going to do this tonight. She was sick to death of treading on eggshells to keep him happy! Tears of anger began to flow.

“I mean it! Its over! No more! End of! Geddit?”

They got home and she dropped her bag in the hall and went upstairs to get ready for bed. She didn’t want to speak to him or look at him. She locked the bathroom door and got washed and ready for bed. She was calming down but she was determined not to take his punishment. This was the end of it. Here & now.

He was standing outside the door of the bathroom, his arms were folded.

“Undress please”

“No, it’s not happening”

“I will not ask you a second time”

She pushed past him to get her nightie. He grabbed her arm and began undressing her. She fought and struggled but he was just too clever. Every which way she tried to get out of his clutches, but after almost ripping off her top and whipping down her jeans, before she knew it she was butt naked across his lap.

She kicked & fought to get away. He grabbed her wrists behind her back and put his arm out to stop the kicking. She fought for as long as she could whilst he held her in place. She cried & demanded to be let back up. He held her firm.

She kept still for a few minutes and as soon as his hand hit her bottom she started again. There was nothing else for it, he frog marched her to the bedroom. He put her in the corner and she walked away from it. He forced her back again and grabbed some restraints.

He put her collar and lead on after a fight, put on her belt and linked her wrists and ankles up. He kept her gag out to talk to her.

“I can not and will not force you to do this. If you want to stop this we will do it tomorrow after a chat. I will however wait until you have clamed downed tonight before punishing you. If tomorrow morning you feel the same way then we will end this immediately”

She knew she didn’t want it to end. She also knew she had pushed as far as she could and he wasn’t going to let her off whatever she screamed at him. She also didn’t want to stand there all night dreading her arse getting whipped. But she felt such an idiot for resisting the whole thing. She hated saying sorry and she hated that she had fought so hard. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her up. He left her for what seemed like hours to digest what he had said and went back to her.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Ready”

“For what exactly”

“For you to show me the error of my ways” She was sobbing, why oh why had she started this.

“You have really really let me down. I’m so disappointed in you”

She could hear it in his voice. That’s the bit she hated. She wasn’t some stupid woman begging for an idiots forgiveness. This was her husband, the man she loved, adored and respected. She also knew that if she asked him to he would undo her and abandon the whole thing. She wanted to be punished and regain some kind of comfort. She needed this kind of discipline, she wanted it.

He led her to the bed and laid her out on her front. He spread her legs apart and undid the restraints. He knew he wouldn’t need them now. The first lecture was for the phone issue.

He spanked her for nearly an hour and sent her back to the corner. The spanking was one of the harshest she could ever remember, her bottom was on fire and she knew it was about to get worse.

After a 5 minute break, she returned to her position. She got spanked with the wooden paddle and the strap before another break. He calmly recited the disrespect issues and what behaviour he expected in the future. The paddle had her in tears and she briefly contemplated putting her hands across her bottom but knew she would get her hands strapped for doing so. More corner time and more tears before the crop administered 30 counted out whacks across her bottom. She had to count them out and thank him.

Before the last stage he sat her on the bed. She had to explain her behaviour and why she felt the need to rebel. She apologised for fighting the punishment & her foul mouth.

She also had to ask for 24 strokes of the cane.

There were more tears & sorry’s and please forgive me’s before she finally uttered to words. He helped her get in position for the cane.

He hadn’t marked her like this for a good few years. Each strike was expertly delivered to achieve maximum impact. The welts were appearing on her bottom and she was bucking in pain. This was a punishment and to add to her discomfort he striked the top of her thighs with force.

“Twenty three, thank you” She was squeezing out the words. At the last stroke, it was over. She felt a sense of relief. She didn’t know why this worked but it did. She wanted to be in his arms.

“Ok that’s enough for tonight, but in future if you use foul language like that again it won’t be the cane. I will wash your mouth out with soap & water. Do you understand?”

She did, he knew she would rather a longer caning than that. She apologised. He forgave her. They hugged and before dropping off to sleep she whispered that they didn’t need to discuss finalising the trial.

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