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.