This morning's title does not refer to the frequency of sexual conduct here at the UCTMW World HQ yesterday, but rather to the paucity of words in today's blog.
Though it was a cold, rainy, dreary day here in River City, and Mistress and Slave were off to work like good little post-holiday drones, we seemed incapable of keeping our sexual bits to ourselves.
There was the wake-up sex, conventional but oh so satisfying.
There was the on the way to work sex, Mick's fingers dipping and swirling through the strategic aperture at the junction of Mistress's thighs, all gussied up as she was in those black boots and peek-a-boo tights, until Mistress's thighs clamped down hard, her little "no mas" sign that I had achieved my objective.
There was the home from work sex, that started "innocently" enough with a little on my knees worship, but continued through a bonus of me fucking her, con mucho gusto, through the aforementioned aperture.
And then, around 1 am, some middle of the night sex.... both of us had gone to sleep around ten, but somehow found ourselves restless and horny.
Dang.
Only one thing to do when that happens. Plus she still had those tights on, milking her Slave's fetish for all it was worth.
Which explains why Slave is up a little late this am. And under a deadline to get this done before duty calls once again. As recompense, I've added a shot of Mistress from the Post-Christmas photo shoot.
Enjoy, all. And if anyone can hypothesize what has made us particularly concupiscent this week, please let us know.
Yesterday morning, after some wake-up sex in Mistress's executive suite, I took out my new Christmas camera and shot a few photos of Mistress in one of her gifts from her Slave: this little night time confection that channels her 70's era taste for tie-dye in a more delicately crafted way.
The back story is that I acquired this gift at a very tasteful lingerie store in River City, run by a woman who Slave was involved with in a prior life .... we'll call her my Mondale era companion. So when a box comes from there, Mistress always asks if she was involved in making the selection. In this case, she was. While much water has gone over that dam, and we remain friends, it is a little strange to have an old flame help select sexy intimates for my beloved.
So let us know if you like Mistress in her new costume.....
After our little photo shoot we took full advantage of our bonus day off. A nice bike ride in unusually mild weather. Then Mistress and our cute Co-ed went to lunch with the Mother Domme, while I hung out with my two older daughters and my grandson, who was displaying his skills as a master lego craftsman.
I got home at around 3 pm, planning a little quiet time with Mistress before we sucked it up and took my grumpy Mother to dinner. I must confess I was a little surprised that I did not get the "when will you be home?" call or text from Mistress, figuring maybe time with her Mom stretched out a bit.
But when I got home, Mistress's car was in the garage, the C0-Ed was in her room, and the door to the executive suite was closed.
Hmmmm.
Having unpleasantly surprised Mistress on earlier occasions, I knew I should discretely knock to announce my presence before trying the door, which of course I did. But when I tried the door (which does not have a lock), it would not budge.
Double Hmmmm.
"Just a second, Slave...."
A moment later she came to the door, shifting aside the vanity that she had marshaled into service as a barricade.
The first thing I noticed was her delightful clean shaven folds, on display beneath her top, and the sultry Mistress Musk that permeated our chamber.
Of course, Mistress is beyond embarrassment when it comes to a little solitary afternoon delight. She hardly needs her Slave's permission when the urge arises. And I was a little later than planned. So the train apparently had left the station without me.
But I was a little curious about what had triggered this particular urge.
"Spending some quality time with the Hitachi, Mistress?"
"It was getting a little lonely in that drawer with your T-shirts, Slave."
"And how did it go, Mistress? How many?"
"It was nice, Slave.... but only one...."
"So you left a little energy for me?"
"Of course, Slave...."
And while I was just planning on a little nap when I pulled into the driveway, somehow the sight of my wanton Mistress and that heady aroma put me in a different mood. Lucky for me, she was quite accommodating.
It was our first Christmas in River City in about 11 years, after spending the last decade with our two daughters at our mountain hideaway. And while we missed the cold, snow, quiet and fresh high desert air, it has also been surprisingly relaxing to just hang out here, trying our best to keep the scheduling demands to a minimum.
And of course, with only one daughter home -- the type that likes to sleep in for as long as possible- that has left Mistress and her devoted slave with more than ample time to get back to some more leisurely sexual engagement.
Yesterday, I had the assist from our Senior and Western Correspondents with their joint spanking post. All I had to do was find a few suitable photos. And while Sin may have thought the shots of "spanking Santa" were a tad "shocking", what I was surprised was how many there were out there. And there were even some where Santa was on the receiving end. The horror!
So, after letting Mistress sleep in a bit, I wandered upstairs and found her more than ready to share some Christmas cheer. After some suitable worship, Mistress took the notion to give her cock for a Yuletide ride, and proceeded to do so with relish, to taking herself to a couple of stirring cums before rolling over and letting Mistress finish the job.
After that there were some gifts to open -- two for her worthy of a photo shoot later on with the new camera Mistress got me.
At some point we prodded our daughter out of the bed, and we all talked to our younger daughter via Skype. While we all miss her, and she seemed a little melancholy too, she is on a great adventure that we hope will keep her happy until her return in July.
After that we were off to share gifts with my older daughters and my rampaging grandsons, who were by now on the third wave of Christmas gifting. Fun, but about 90 minutes of that chaos were more than enough for us.
Home again, we were able to enjoy the unseasonable sun and 50 degree weather for a neighborhood bike ride, while still leaving us with the shank of the afternoon for a nap and some soft and cuddly twilight sex. Somehow we lost track of switch day, but I think Mistress deserved a day off for the Holiday, don't you?
By 5:30 we were off to a somewhat lower key Christmas dinner with Mistress's Mother and members of her stepfather's family. There were no small ones running about, but the scale of the event was, thankfully, mellow and relaxing.
Not that there wasn't at least one blog worthy event.... You may recall that our neighbor and blog fan, who comments as "DC", works with Mistress's Mom, who is a very young 70, who dresses in very high and elegant style. He mentioned that "Mom" is a bit of a Domme in her own right. Well last night we got a little confirmation.
She had made a big salad, and asked for implements to do the tossing. The hostess, her husband's daughter, handed her two high design wooden tools, with flat broad ends and long handles. But "Mom" found the devices rather unwieldy.
"These look nice, but aren't exactly easy to use....", she said, to no one in particular.
I couldn't help myself.
"Yeah.... they look like they have a different purpose entirely."
She raised a knowing eyebrow and agreed.
"Right.... paddles....."
I'd be careful at work, DC. You don't want to cross her, unless you're prepared to take your medicine.
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:
