Spare the Rod on Mother's Day?

That was going to be the title of this morning's blog.

I was going to get up early, as usual, letting Mistress sleep in.

Then I was going to do the blog, musing for you about whether, when Mother's Day and Switch Day coincide, its a good protocol to give Mistress a pass.

But, you might ask, who is Switch Day really for?  Is it for Slave, to give him a little time to "balance the scales of justice", deterring excessive exploitation by Mistress of her contractual privileges for the rest of the week?

Or is it for the benefit of Mistress: to give her a break from the duties of "being in charge" while letting her sub-side get a little exercise?

If the latter, well then it just wouldn't be fair to deny Mistress some time languishing in restraints, absorbing a nice cropping, and then having a few cums "forced" from her with the mighty Hitachi before Slave takes advantage of her helpless state. Would it?

But that plan was de-reailed by one of Mistress's crafty preemptive strikes.

.  Though we had been out late last night, at one of those in-terminable black tie charity functions that those of us in the work world must sometimes attend, Mistress was awake unusually early....at around 6:30 am.

"Do you want to have sex slave?"

Well, we all know the answer to that question.  Sure, Mistress had made sure her Slave's carnal dreams were fulfilled Saturday afternoon, after all that cuckold action here into the wee hours of Saturday morning.

But then, that had been 15 hours ago.

So Slave got into the swing of things with her - tossing all those Switch Day musings into the file for next year - what transpired was about 30 minutes of slow and sultry sexual action in our executive suite.

Mistress seemed to collect a couple of good cums with help from Slave's hungry lips and needy cock.

And she generously gave me permission to take my pleasure once I begged her for permission.

Now she's back to sleep, sexually sated, cleverly having dodged her Switch Day "torment".... that is unless I can waylay her this afternoon between visiting my cranky Mother, and making dinner her for Molly, her Mother, her step-father and our cute Co-Ed, back last night from her trip with Grandma.

She is a wily Mistress, isn't she?

And to all you Mothers out there: including our Senior Correspondent Donna, and fellow bloggers Sin, Aisha, Diane and the rest:  Happy Mother's Day.

We hope your day started the way ours did!

Side Dish

The three of us had a little dinner party here at the UCTMW World HQ on Friday night.

It was a lovely, sunny but cool evening. Perfect for wine and dinner out on our deck. Mistress was in the stylish, shortish skirt she had worn to work.  J and I were in jeans and polo shirts.

Slave cooked up some grilled arctic char, with roast potatoes and asparagus. Mistress whipped up a salad with goat cheese and raspberries that had J tossing complements her way.

As we finished off second helpings of the fish, Mistress raised an eyebrow, clearly ready for the next item on the evening's agenda.

"So what's the plan, gentleman....?"

"You're in charge, Mistress.... what would you like to do next?"

J chimed in .... "Absolutely.... what would you like to do....?

She eyed her Slave, as if I might have objections (which of course I did not....)

"What if J and I do some "other things" first, then watch last week's episode of Mad Men together?"

Of course, by "other things" I knew that Mistress meant adjourning with her lover to the executive suite.

"Sounds good....I will clean up.... you two kids have fun!"

Of course, they helped me clear the table.... then Mistress wandered toward the stair case.

"Am I following you", J asked.

"I'd recommend it...." Mistress said as their voices faded up the stair way.

Slave did the clean up, and settled into the couch afterwords with the Friday Times.  Who can complain about some time alone with the paper of record after a long work week? Maybe an hour later the two of them wandered downstairs.

After they took a brief trip to the DQ down the street ..... that activity had triggered a sugar craving.... the three of us settled in with Mad Men, Mistress in the middle between her Slave and her Lover, her head leaning against me, her left leg draped over J's thigh.

She did seem cozy, and mentioned that J enjoyed some play with the Hitachi.

'Except he called it the Hibachi, Slave...."

Cute.

In this episode of Mad Men, the creepy account executive, Pete Campbell, is chatting up an insurance salesman one evening on the train home to the Burbs from the City.  It's 1966. The sales guy is bragging about the new "side dish" he's stashed in a Manhattan apartment. He describes her as "just 24, on the 24th floor, amazing boobs".

'Side dish', now that's a term I'd not heard in a while.

Mistress giggles.

"Is that what I am, J - your 'side dish"."

He laughed.

"You are tasty."

"Mistress, I think we're both you're side dishes...."

By now we were all getting a little sleepy. We made it through the end, then adjourned upstairs.

"J, we'll take the girl's room..... is that OK, Slave....?"

"Of course, Mistress."

Mistress spent a few minutues in our bathroom, naked, brushing her teeth and washing her smooth and lovely face.  Then she pondered.

"Should I sleep naked, Slave, or slide into something?"

"Up to you, Mistress....."

She opted for a short, black and silky nightie with white trim I'd picked out for her some Christmas past.... then kissed her slave good night.

"Now remember Slave.... no touching...."

"Of course, Mistress....."

"It may not be until tomorrow afternoon until you get any, can you handle that?"

"I suppose I'll have to...."

"Yes, Slave..... you will."

Then she slipped down the hall....

I did hear a little 4 am "vocalizing" from their room, and a couple of times during the night, on her way to the bathroom, Mistress checked in on her Slave... giving me a little kiss or stroke.  Maybe checking to see if I was following her rule?

Not a problem there, though there was some temptation when I picked up some of Mistress's rhythmic moaning.

My assignment is to wake them up by 8 am.

Will do, Mistress.

Awkward

Before I move on to the meat of today's blog, I want to respond to a comment Suzanne over at All Mine left last night..... Yes, we did have some wake up sex in the Executive Suite yesterday morning.  That's one reason the blog was abbreviated..... I needed to make time not only to edit the darling daughter's senior paper, but also to serve Mistress before she headed out into the brisk morning for a bike ride.

We find that the key to making sure we get our daily quota in is scheduling..... Mistress always tells me what time to wake her up to make sure that there is plenty of time for my morning "devotions".

Prioritizing is the key, all you wannabe Molly and Mick's out there.

And of course it takes attention to the schedule to make sure that Molly gets in some time with her lover J, too.  Yesterday they shared lunch at a local sushi joint while  Slave drove to a neighboring county for some work duties.

And tonight, J will be joining us for dinner here at the UCTMW World HQ, on what will be the last evening of "empty nesting" for a while, with our cute Co-Ed coming home Saturday after a trip with her grandmother and aunt.

As we drove home yesterday, we speculated about the challenges of scheduling time for J and Mistress this summer when both of our daughters will be around before the new school year begins in late August.

"It could be tough, Mistress.... hard to explain who that extra guy sleeping over is...."

"True, Slave.... that might be a little awkward, as the girls like to say....but I suppose we could have him over for dinner if there was no 'hanky-panky'"

"I guess we could just say he's a friend we acquired over the year.... we just need a good cover story...."

If any of you out there have a creative cover story to share with us, please go for it.

And of course there's no reason why Mistress can't have some evenings where a late "meeting" or an over-nite trip can be her explanation why she's not home this summer.

And there was one awkward moment for Slave this week, when I was getting my haircut. My "barber" for the last 20 years or so is a woman maybe a few years younger than me.  A tad frumpy would be one way to describe her. A mom with kids a little older than ours. And as she trimmed my thinning locks Tuesday, with CNN running in the background, we covered the typical range of subjects - the Presidential campaign, our kids' college experiences, the ongoing slow mo ugliness of the John Edwards trial.

Then a story popped up on the news that caught her eye.

"I guess I need to get that Fifty Shades of Grey book.... everybody's talking about it."

Well, I guess I could have just nodded, or expressed a lack of knowledge.  But would that sound like the Mick you know?

"Actually, I read it..... all the buzz got me interested..... pretty lame."

It seemed that her jaw dropped, though at least she didn't nick my ear.

"Oh really..... I hear that some woman gets beat up, and she loves it.... it turns her on? could that be?"

I gave her a quick summary of my review a few blogs back....that it seems written with teenaged girls in mind.... substitute kinky sex for hot vampires and you get the picture.

"And no.... no one gets beat up..... though there is some ritualized spanking that is part of the sex play.... no permanent injuries.."

I guess I could have given her the URL address for UCTMW for a more detailed review, but that might have been a little awkward for her.

 "Hmmmm..... maybe I need to get it.... sounds like good fantasy material....."

See what I mean.

Awkward.

HNT / A Busy Morning

Slave was enlisted to help one of the sullen teens edit her year end paper this morning.  Of course, this is my second and hopefully final run through on this particular project.  Maybe parents should not do this at all? But it's hard to say no, isn't it? 

So in lieu of smut, I am editing sentences and paragraphs it seems I have edited before, though my edits and spelling and grammar "fixes" seem to have been rejected. Arrrrgh.

But I hate to leave our devoted readers bereft of their Molly fix on a Thursday, so here is a particularly fetching shot from the archives!

And another for you stocking fans out there:

Enjoy.