Our Senior and Western Correspondents' Tutorial on Spanking

It's Christmas morning here at the UCTMW World HQ. The tree is lit and the only creatures stirring are the cats, stalking a mouse in the basement, and old  (hardly a Saint) Mick preparing his daily post. 

KTAO, Our favorite Mountain West radio station is on, streaming what we have become used to as our Christmas soundtrack. And though it just doesn't seem like Christmas here in River City, with mild temperatures and not a snowflake in sight, we did enjoy Christmas Eve at my daughter's home, her two cute boys rampaging about, and both sides of her family gathered around a huge table. The torch has passed to a new generation for the Christmas Eve gathering, and that's a milestone to celebrate.

By the way, there was plenty of sexual action here at the World HQ too on Christmas Eve. There hot  wake-up sex before a bracing  bike ride. Then, well, Mistress seemed to get a little randy while I took my daughters to the Pussycats game here in River City. Her phone sex session with the WC only partially satisfied her appetite. Because after the family dinner, and a walk in our charming old neighborhood to enjoy the lights and stillness, she got out those long black leather gloves to taunt and tease "her" cock. And who was I to complain.....

But the special Christmas treat today is this remarkable collaboration by our Senior and Western Correspondents on how to give and accept a nice Holiday spanking.

Enjoy, and Merry Christmas to all!  

The WC:

Spanking is something that turns on almost all submissives

I use spanking as a broad term to encompass  spanking, paddling, strapping, caning, etc.

There are two types of spanking

Fun hot spanking used as sex play

And even hotter 

Real or disciplinary spankings

I like play spankings 

But I love to mete out real discipline!

It makes my cock rock hard every time

There was a kinkstress named Dorothy Spencer back in the 30's

She wrote a little book called the "Spencer Spanking Plan"

In that book she advocated spanking to solve marital arguments 

But the little minx had a twist

She said the wives could only be spanked by their husbands bare hand

But

She said the husbands should be spanked very hard with a hard wooden paddle

Little kinky Domme obviously!

The famous Spencer Spanking Paddle is named after her

It is a hard wood spanking paddle with holes drilled in it to reduce wind residence

In her book she said you should never give in to any pleas for mercy 

But, rather spank till the husband was truly contrite

Reminds me of Molly Collins

Whining and wheedling during switch day

"Oh but slave it hurts so terribly"  Please stop:)

But then when Mick fucks up

It is the shoehorn or riding crop till he grabs the sheets

But

 I know Mick loves it

Molly you should become more strict!

Nevertheless, I think it is very hot when a spouse can truly discipline the other spouse

The hottest sex B and I have is after a real spanking


Donna:

I have to say that I am not a huge fan of Spencer for those of us who are kinky. For vanillas, it's the bee's knees, and  I do  appreciate that there are some rules, like the one that says to never spank in anger. And I like the philosophy that once the punishment is over, it's over and the issue that resulted in the punishment won't be brought up again. However, I much prefer what to me is the sexier style of spanking that is part of the BDSM community.

There is the silent build-up that makes my stomach tingle and makes my pussy hot when I glance toward Bill and he has a finger, or two, or five raised and gives me a nod, letting me know that I have erred and the spanks are adding up. I know that the number of fingers I see is only a minimum, not the maximum, and not knowing for sure what the total will be adds edge, tension and a spontaneity that brings thought of both excitement and oh, crap! When Bill senses that I am needing more spanks, he continues, judging by my response what is right for that moment. It's a bit like that economics principle of what the market can bear.

The word bear, brings me to bare. Sometimes we're both naked for my spanking and sometimes he just pulls down my jeans or pulls up my nightie. A favorite of mine is when I am naked over his lap and he still has his clothes on. As he pushes down on my back,  I can feel his hard-on pushing against me through the fabric of his pants and the pain/pleasure waves begin.  After the spanking starts, a rhythm develops between swats and sweet rubbing and back to swats. The more my butt stings the harder Bill's erection becomes, and eventually my cries are two-fold: for him to stop and for him to take me.

Bill thinks I respond to each of the tools of spanking, the hand, flogger, cane or paddle just a bit differently, but says they all make me really horny!

After the session is over, there is always, always aftercare. That loving, rubbing, checking in with me that makes me feel so treasured. I suppose I would describe the aftercare as that same feeling as when I am overwhelmed in a crowd and I feel Bill put his arm around me and I instantly know I am safe and everything is going to be okay. It is a gift, an act of love.


The WC:

Regardless of the type of spanking I like the over the knee position the best

My hand for play spanking and a hairbrush for discipline

I put my right leg over her legs to make sure she cant wiggle away

I say "hand please" and make her give me her right hand which I hold in my left hand on the small of her back

This gives you great control of her

Before I demand the hand, I like to pull her bottom open to inspect her

Pry her labia open and jam a finger in her...embarrass her that she is wet...

Sometimes I put a butt plug up her bottom ....HOT! "Naughty girls get their bottoms stuffed and it makes their cunts drip, doesn't it?"

Yes sir...

I make her answer every question I ask...  also HOT!

If the spanking is a disciplinary one a stern lecture is also called for

"How many times have I told you not to do that young lady?"  punctuated by a hard swat from the hairbrush

"I'm going to blister your bare bottom young lady!"

"Oh you are sorry now?  "Not as sorry as you're going to be before I'm done with you!"

"I'm going to lay into your bottom till its bright red young lady!"

OMG that gets my cock rock hard  HOT HOT HOT!!!!

After I'm done it's easy to slip her off your lap on her knees and have her thank me and worship and suck my cock till I cum down her throat

Thanks, guys. You've both earned your Christmas Bonus. But what was particularly special was the photo of him in his "workshop" that the WC sent us to go with this post:

 

Early Dismissal

It's Christmas Eve here in River City, and the good news is that the rain is threatening to stop for a few hours. Good timing, because I will be taking my little co-ed and an older daughter and her beau to see the Pussycats play what amounts to a play-off game for them.  Then we have  the big Christmas Eve family gathering - the one we've avoided for the last 11 years or so. But this year, I'm actually looking forward to it.

39 degrees, rain and mudslides is not something that brings Bing Crosby crooning to mind. But it's a pleasant break to be here for what we hope will not be too harried a weekend.

Yesterday was another day we've not experienced in a while: the last work day before the Christmas break, when both of our offices shut down "spontaneously" a few hours early for the holidays, just as everyone suspected they would.

And, of course, Mistress and Slave planned to do just that: escaping at noon for a little R & R.

I must say we were a little surprised to find Francois waiting for us when we got home -- apparently even the French Foreign Legion arranges for a little early  liberte' for the Holidays!  He bore marzipan treats confiscated from some evil terrorist black marketeer his comrades had brought to justice, to satisfy Mistress's longing. But because the sullen co-ed was lurking about, that was the extent to which Mistress's needs were satisfied by our MIA "chef".

We even invited our daughter to come down and meet our exotic friend, but she demurred.

"I'm in a towel", was all she said.

"Won't bother me", Francois muttered under his breath.

No doubt.

After Francois left for another engagement, Mistress and the cute Co-Ed were off for some nail maintenance, and Slave did a little final Christmas shopping. Packages were wrapped, and there was still time for a brief nap before meeting my older daughter and her boyfriend, in from DC, for some pizza.

Waking from our nap, Mistress asked for the phone.

"I fell a little bad I've not talked to the WC in a while Slave.... let's give him a call."

Well, one thing led to another and before you knew it, Slave was on his knees, Mistress's legs were spread, and I was enjoying her sweet juices as she listed to whatever tale of debauchery he was murmuring in her ear.

The result was two nice little post nap, pre-pizza cums for our CEO.  Let's hope our other colleagues put their early dismissal to just as good a use!

We hope all of our readers have a relaxing Christmas Eve with family and friends. Look here tomorrow for a real holiday treat: Our Western and Southern Correspondent have collaborated on a particularly amusing essay on corporal punishment that I know you will not want to miss! In fact, you may want to consider adding a paddle or over-sized shoe horn to your loved one's  stocking tonight, just in case he or she is inspired by tomorrow's blog.

So Where Did Francois Go?

Yesterday, as Mistress and her Slave were doing their morning commute to work, it was hard for me not to get a little distracted by Mistress long, shapely legs, stretched out onto the dash, with those alluring black tights and boots.

"Do we have those special tights on Mistress?"

"I do Slave.... I wear them just about every day."

My right hand drifted off the wheel, sliding onto her thigh, headed to clean shaven folds north. Her thighs spread, as I found my mark, damp and fertile.


"Watch out Slave, I think we gave that trucker and eyeful...."

Sure enough, I'd not noticed the Semi Cab just to the right of our steel and glass capsule, as it hurdled through time and space.



"We may have made his day, Mistress."


Of course, at my age, I've got a good deal of experience at using my fingers to provide a little pleasure to my Mistress. Within a minute or two, her thighs were squeezing my hand tight, and she bucked and sighed to a little "on the way to work" cum.

"Well that was a nice treat, Mistress."


"You'll be oozing sex when you go to that morning meeting, Mistress."


"Do you really think?"

The cabin of her car was filled with her pheromones my now. I pitied those young guys around the conference table with her later in the morning. It could be distracting.


After her temperature cooled a bit,  I asked "what ever happened to Francois, Mistress?"


"You know, it has been a few weeks.... he had the problem with the sick dog.... and it seems harder for him to get away in the evenings.... but, come to think of it, I haven't heard from him in a week or two."


I resolved to get to the bottom of it, so when I got to the office, I deployed my considerable sleuthing skills.


It seems that Francois, who's military background we've noted here before, had been called up for active duty with his comrades in the French Foreign Legion. Apparently with President Sarkozy's more muscular foreign policy, there is a need for a quick strike force for covert ops, and the gourmet cook to keep their bellies full.

Francois's family has a long history of service to the Legion. I think that's his grandfather, with the beard in this archival photo.


So while we will be celebrating the Holidays in our cozy homes with families and friends, poor devoted Francois will be in forbidden climes, wondering where the hell he can find a few hundred pounds of fresh mussels and some crisp
Poully Fusse to wash them down with. No doubt some first class cuisine is required  keep those fighting legionaires in the mood to bag another Arab dictator for Mother France.

But as I pressed further into the basic re-training that Francois has been required to endure, to get himself back into fighting shape, I got a little concerned. I mean, what about those family jewels? Will  they come back intact from those hostile climes?

And is there any concern about snakes and scorpions when they do this curious exercise?

We do hope that Francois takes care of himself over there. And when he's done disposing of President Assad, we hope he returns to River City safely and with all his "faculties" in full operating order. In the meantime, Francois, we also hope you enjoy the company of your comrades, and the delicacies that may present themselves along the way. Just be careful of the sweetbreads!


Bon voyage!

Our Senior Correspondent and Director of Security Celebrate an Anniversary

 Slave finished up a rather time consuming project for work yesterday, giving me a much cleaner plate as we approach the time of year when the office clears out, the phone rings much less than normal, and the work related emails slow to a crawl. In past years, we would already be heading out to our Mountain Hideaway, kids in tow, for skiing and relaxing in that place we love for its natural beauty and distinctive culture. 

In fact this is the first time in 13 years we have spent the holidays here in River City. Our sullen teen, who used to whine about missing her friends at the holidays, now says she's "bored" here. Ah well. 

One thing that made us leave here at Christmas time for so many years was the mind numbing and angst inducing requirement that we deal with our extended family in long drawn-out carbo loading rituals. Too much drama and backbiting!

But oddly, after 13 years of making new friends out in the high dessert, we have discovered its a bit of a relief to avoid what had become compulsory group meals and outings with a motley crew of a little too high maintenance  2nd homers from places like Houston and Tulsa. 

Suddenly I'm looking forward to a Christmas Eve at my daughter's place, with my two cute grandsons running wild, chomping at the bit for Santa's arrival, rather than making green chili stew for 15 acquired ski buds, and worrying whether some ditzy college professor from Texas will guzzle all of  my Jameson before I get a pour.

Last night closed the deal on the "wish we were there or here" debate for Holidays 2011. The same Jamison guzzling Texas ditz texted Mistress with the "big news" that a certain former Secretary of Defense who should be in the Hague on trial for war crimes had just arrived at our favorite joint to have a few drinks and listen to music. Talk about the grinch who stole Christmas!

That made it official: we're glad to be home for the holidays!! 

Last night, after we lit the candles,  the sullen teen even made us latkas to go with some flank steak I grilled in the a little too warm for the holidiays weather here in River City. Yum!

We'll head out West - just the two of us- in mid-January, when the crowds or off the mountain and I can bogart that bottle of Jamison to my heart's content.

Ooops.... I almost forgot. This is a sex blog! Not a whiners forum. Fortunately, our Senior Correspondent has something to steam up your day:

Tuesday was our 33rd wedding anniversary and we had said we would forgo gifts this year. We had decided we would chalk up the remodeling as our anniversary gift, not only for this year, but for many years to come.

On Tuesday morning, I headed out to the kitchen to plug in my old trusty percolator and there on the counter was an envelope with my name on it, and beside it sat a small jewelry box. I took the box in my hands, popped the lid back, and there sat a beautiful ring, white gold with amethyst stones in a diamond pattern. Beautiful. I slid it onto my ring finger and found that it fit like a dream. I opened the card, and while Bill usually gives me funny cards, this one had a wonderful romantic lyric. Aw! So sweet.

And then it dawned on me that I didn't have anything for Bill! That bugger. We said we weren't going to do this and now he had given me this beautiful gift and I didn't have anything for him. But wait, as a red-blooded, hot and sexy male, I could think of something Bill always appreciated receiving.

Deciding to make this both decadent and luxurious, I headed down the hallway, pausing at the guest bath to heat up a thick, soft washcloth under very warm water, then headed into the bedroom. I slipped into the bed, pulling the covers back to expose my naked He-Man. Just as he started to make grouchy noises and turn onto his side, I began slowly rubbing his groin with the very warm, soft cloth. On some deep level, his body remembered what follows a warm massage like that, and he returned to his back and gave a little hum as I continued on.

As you can well imagine, what followed was a great deal of cock licking and sucking, a fair amount of using my tongue to bring balls further into my mouth, one, then the other, to be sure they each received the attention they deserved, and all the above was accompanied by some pressure on that very sensitive spot just behind the ball sack. Thoughts of the WC's brother's thumb action came to mind and with a few naughty thoughts whispered into the long, hard human microphone I held in my hand, may I say that Bill launched very, very well.

Not one to stop until I, too, have been sated, he pulled me onto his chest and as he became revitalized, we continued together. After a rest, the Hitachi came into action followed by a shared warm shower with much kissing and laughter throughout.

 

What I offered may not have been wrapped with a bow, but Bill was smiling about his anniversary wake-up for quite some time.

Earlier today I was thinking that since we don't have little kids around eager to get us out of bed at the crack of dawn to see what Santa brought, and even though I do have other gifts for Bill, maybe I should plan on an encore for Christmas morning. I don't think he'd say no. You?

Coming Up Tomorrow: Whatever happened to that Francois guy?  Here's a hint.