Spanking Averted

Mistress and Slave made it to our mountain hideaway after a long trip last evening. When we arrived we had a full and dramatic view of the Milky Way on a moonless, cloudless night.

Amazing.

But Slave almost faced the possibility of two thrashings in one week.

You see its rare we travel on Southwest Airlines, with their infernal "festival seating" Q.  Several years ago, it was more frequent, and Mistress (who did not have that title in those days), knew it was necessary to check-in at the earliest opportunity to avoid being stuck at the back of the line and settling for a middle seat between two snoring, smelly lardasses.

But Slave had forgotten that lessen. I waited until yesterday morning at work to check in.  We were assigned slots B-52 and 53 in the line for a packed flight to Denver.

Mistress was not too pleased.

She gave me a withering look as we watched all the others load up in front of us.

"Slave, if we end up having to sit apart, you'll get a spanking tomorrow!", she whispered with an "evil" smile.

"I understand, Mistress."

Luckily, we did find an aisle and middle seat near the back of the plane. A little too close to a crying baby, but sometimes you have to settle, don't you?

And after a long drive, we've made it to our Nirvana,  the sun is coming up and we have a nice ski day ahead of us.

It's a little odd though, in that a female colleague and a client are also here for the next 24 hours or so, sharing the house. We'll enjoy a nice dinner with them tonight and then get our cabin back for the rest of the week.

But in the meantime, Mistress had some instructions.

"Slave, while the ladies are here, I don't want you going out to take care of your business on the snow."

It's a habit I've gotten into here.  I mean why waste well water. And the views are to die for.

"I Don't want any other women getting a look at my cock!"

Who could argue with that sentiment. Not this Slave.

Happy Valentine's Day from UCTMW

Here in River City Mistress and Slave will be celebrating a low key Valentine's Day, in anticipation of our journey west on Friday for a week at our mountain hideaway. An empty Ski nest awaits, and we will take full advantage.

I have strict orders:

"Slave, I want that spelt pizza -- mushrooms and goat cheese - and an evening at home with you...."

I am sure that can be arranged.

Of course, I do have a little tribute gift for Mistress for V-Day. Some sexy underthings that I may be able to persuade her to model for you.

And I suspect there will be plenty of opportunities for some worship this evening, just as there was last night when Mistress returned from her spinning class after work.

"I'm probably a little gamey down there Slave.... it was quite a work-out".

"Since when did that every stop me, Mistress."

Here's hoping that our vast handful of readers also find some opportunities for pleasure this Valentine's Day!

Cuckoldress in Training?

On Sunday afternoon we traveled up to our cute Co-Ed's bucolic college campus for a quick dinner to see how she's doing. We even brought along Mistress's mother, who dotes on her granddaughter and even made her some cookies to share with her roommate.

All very heartland, right?

But at dinner the conversation turned to her plans for Valentine's Day.

Her sorority, in a joint party with another sorority,  has rented out a local bar in this quaint midwestern college town for Valentine's Day. The cuties are getting all dressed up for the occasion. Apparently they aren't going to leave it to chance that they have Valentine's Day plans with their beaus. And I mean that in the plural.

"So do you have a date?", grandma asked.

She described some lad from upstate NY she had invited, but said she's having trouble coming up with another one.

This woke old Mick up.

"Isn't one good enough?"

She explained the rules.

"We're each supposed to invite two boys."

Huh?

It seemed that the sororities are flipping the lyrics from that old Beach Boys' song, "Surf City".  The objective is to have 2 boys for every girl.  If our daughter doesn't pick another one lad soon, her roommate (purportedly the daughter of a Playboy Bunny) may have to invite three.

I had grandma laughing as I joked about the need for back-up guys at crunch time.

So, friends, watch out (or look forward).  There maybe a new generation of cuckoldresses on the prowl.  Next thing you know, they won't be using those sorority paddles for purely decorative purposes.

Slave's Comeuppance

Sunday started out pretty normally here at the UCTMW World HQ.

Because of an early spinning class, Mistress deferred out traditional "wake-up sex" until after she was nice and sweaty from an hour on the faux bike, surrounded by a variety of socially competitive work out buffs.

"Some people actually have spinning 'outfits' and come all made up at 9 on a Sunday morning, Slave..."

"You look better than them au natural, Mistress."

I eased up on my Switch Day rights,  simply treating Mistress to some time with the her favorite power tool wedged between her thighs.  Then, once she asked permission to cum, and I gave it, Mistress allowed me to fuck her properly, much to our mutual enjoyment.

After that, there was another round of catch up with Downton Abbey via the PBS website, and a trip by Slave for provisions at the local grocery store. (Slave used a lapse in the upper crust twit Downton "action" to pleasure Mistress with my devoted lips and tongue. She seems to enjoy laying next to me, on full display. And its hard to resist the temptation).

We even fit in a brief nap, before heading up to our cute Co-Ed's campus to share dinner with her, bring up a Valentine's Day gift, and find out how her semester is going.

It's a short trip, so we were back around 7:30 pm. We watched a little more TV and paged through the Times when Mistress had a surprise announcement.

"Slave.... I've been way too lax on you these last few weeks, and it's not been good. You've become too surly...."

Moi, an uppity, Slave?

"What ever could you mean, Mistress?"

I tried to look shocked, but she's probably right. I have taken my "pampered house slave" status a little for granted.

"I think you know exactly what I mean....it's been weeks since I fucked you in the ass...then you raised your voice the other night, and you know what I think about that.... and there's been a little too much sarcasm of late.... tonight you're getting a spanking before bed time."

While it wasn't exactly clear what had led to this revelation, I was certainly not going to defy Mistress. After all, our life together is as good as one man could ever expect. And I am pampered...spoiled even.... I'm the guy who gets to go home with (and fuck) the hottest babe I know. It's been that way for more than 20 years. Pinch me!

We watched a little more TV. But when we elected to head to bed, Mistress gave me unambiguous instructions.

"Get out the crop, and get into position, Slave.  I'll take care of you after I get ready for bed.

Slave did exactly that, laying the crop at the foot of our bed.

And when she was ready, directing me onto my belly, she wasted no time laying about 10 hard wacks on my ass that made me squirm and yelp.

I'll confess I don't take these "like a man".

"No more surly, Slave..... have I made myself clear....."

"Yes, Mistress....."

When she was done, I feasted on those clean shaven folds, making sure she had one more cum before bedtime.  I'd be waiting until this morning for my own reward.

"Nice, Slave....", she said as she laid back on her pillow, seemingly purged of her annoyance at me.

'Can I expect a better attitude this week, Slave....."

"I will do my very best, Mistress....."

And I will.