I came

Not being able to tell my friends about ‘certain’ aspects of my relationship leaves me feeling rather lonely at times, so to those of you reading this – thank you. I suppose it’s now my turn to explain how coming home to my girl makes me feel.

It’s a long journey home; plenty of time to think. What is she doing now? Is she grooming? Getting herself ready for me? Ready for punishment and sex.

 Punishment and sex – two very separate dimensions, yet two of the unbreakable threads that connect both our spirits and body together, no matter how many miles are between us. Punishment and sex – two very separate  sensualities, yet  a certain frisson shivers through me when I think about punishing her.

She is in big trouble. I need to be effective. My repertoire races through my mind ... spankings/canings/corner-time/mouth-soaping ...... she needs something extra from me. I have been away, it has been hard for her. I understand only too well that punishing her is not just about correction; it is about making her feel safe. The compulsion I feel to give her safety and security is one of the driving forces behind the strength it takes to cane her – to cane her even when she cries, to cane her even when she tells me to stop, to cane her even when she writhes in pain after each stroke...........

This morning

I awoke with the marks of the cane across my bottom....but it is not yet over.

She is coming...

She is coming.

I stand in the shower, soaping myself, shaving. With each grooming task I think of her. I think of preparing my body for her. Think of her looking, touching, smelling, owning me.

She is coming.

I am so excited. Even after all of this time, the thought of seeing her face, hearing her voice, watching her watch me consumes me. I ache for her in a way I have never ached for anyone. My body needs her. When she is here I am complete in so many ways. Complete and yet completely at her mercy. My actions no longer my own. My head and heart full of her. My function to please and obey her.

She is coming.

I am in trouble. I know that I will be spanked, hard. I know it will hurt. I know she means it to be a lesson this time. I welcome it. The release and forgiveness I need so much. I want her to take me to the edge, to make me hers again and again. I long for it. I need it. I need her. I want her inside of me, owning me, loving me, fucking me. I want to cry out in pain and ecstasy and I know I will. I know I will cry both with the punishment and the love, overwhelmed as always that she chose me. Knowing also that she craves me, that she needs me too. Top and Bottom, two halves of the whole. Corny? Yes. True? Absolutely.

She is coming. The phone just rang, she is half way here.

Two more hours.

What shall I wear? Underwear should I suppose be white. The colour symbolising the nature of our Interaction. White, submission, ready for punishment. Black purely for our mutual sexual gratification, there will be spanking but there will also be play. She hasn't told me which one. A test? White it is then, even though She may not punish me until tomorrow if she is tired from her journey, I will submit myself to her. I can relinquish all my control. True freedom comes with my submission and obedience. Does that sound odd?

She is coming. Time is going so slowly!

Should I get the implements ready? There is fresh soap in the bathroom (I am not allowed to swear and have broken this rule several times this week) There is ginger in the kitchen, for, well, use your imaginations! The cane hangs in the wardrobe. Her paddle and many other spanking tools all in one anonymous black case.

She is coming.

I am dressed now. I can feel the pure white bra against my breasts, feel the panties against the white skin of my bottom. Cool and untouched, not for long though. The excitement an electric vibration throughout my body.

She is near. I can sense her. I will be whole again, soon, very soon. I close my eyes and thank whatever Goddess of love and spanking is watching over us and smile.

She is here...........

Apologies

So...obviously I didn't get around to writing the post. Then summer break came and suddenly time online became rare. We are back and will hopefully now try and provide you with more consistent and satisfactory blog content! Sorry folks.

Writers block!

I can't help having writers block, can I? Come on fellow Bottoms help me out. Oh and Fizzy, lovely to have you visit but no more giving ideas, ok? ;)

An instruction

Alfre has been given until the end of the week (Sunday) to post. If she fails to do so I have told her she will receive a punishment she has yet to experience - all suggestions are welcome!

Homecoming

As Alfre mentioned, I am now home again, and will be for some time, thank goodness. Alfre has behaved badly in the past week, breaking rules, failing to meet my expectations and not looking after herself in the way that I expect and demand in my absence. She knew this meant trouble; trouble in our house means punishment spankings, mouth soaping, naked submission and anything else I see fit. On my arrival back home, after a joyful and snuggly reunion, I looked my Alfre deep and sternly in the eyes and said, "go upstairs, get my bag, undress and wait for me. Do you understand?" She gazed back at me, a mixture of nervous submission and sorrowful regret. I made myself a coffee and waited for the footsteps upstairs to quieten, this meant that she was now waiting. I love this. I love making her wait for me. The anticipation is thrilling, it heightens everything. It also allows me to run through my plan .... I believe it is very important to know exactly what you want to do, but be flexible enough in that plan depending on how her beautiful body responds. After several minutes I walk upstairs, knowing that Alfre would now be in quite a deep submissive mindset. I enter the bedroom, she is kneeling naked, waiting for me. My body pulses, my dominance but our shared power surge through the core of me. I grab her hair and explain why I am going to punish her ... Then, to make it clear, I place a bar of soap in her mouth, bend her over the bed and spank her, moderately hard with a thick wooden paddle. It has begun. After this I take her over my knee and make my way through several implements .... Making sure the spanking intensifies a little more with each one. We both know where it will end; with the cane. As I am spanking her, watching her bottom burn brightly, I tell her why I am doing this, that she needs to take strength from this and her submission and use it to behave better. She is sweating, she is crying and I know I am helping her, I know that spanking her like this is giving her an emotional release. A release of tension and anger. I do not feel good because I am 'helping' my lover, I feel good because I feel so close to her, because when I spank her this hard it becomes blurred where her bottom ends and my hand begins. As promised the punishment ends with 18 strokes of the cane ... I can tell by reading her body that this will be enough and she will feel better and be a sorry girl. Afterwards I hold her hot and quivering body in my arms, we don't speak, we don't need to. I feel full, complete, close to my lover in a non-comparable way. This is why I do it, this is why I will always do it.