58. Sex with Donna . . . What did I forget?

Those of you who only know me by my latest posts are getting a heavy dose of sexual adventure. That definitely reflects my life over the last two to three weeks. Don’t forget though that to me, I am a typical housewife, with typical challenges and demands in life. I just have an atypical way of addressing them. And through that atypical way, domestic discipline, has far surpassed my wildest dreams. I am happy, Mike is happy, there are far fewer conflicts and those that arise are quickly and completely resolved, and we are exploring many of our lifelong sexual fantasies. I feel fulfilled and feel a greater sense of purpose and value, as does Mike. This one time control-freak who thought they had it all together now really does have it all together.

So, a story about today . . . .

I had the mornings and early afternoon to myself as our son started back at school. Donna was off work today and she came over at 11, just when it was time for me to remove the plug. I was naked when she arrived as I remain naked at home until it is time to pick up my son from school. She disrobed as soon as she was in my house as we now have this rule that she and I have to be naked when entering each other’s house – assuming no other guests. When we open the door the first question we ask is, “Hi, do you have any guests?”

Fast forward about, oh, 60 seconds, maybe less. We started kissing and groping and diving right in to having sex. It was wonderful to just have each other to ourselves without the guys around.

Well, we were still going at it when Mike came home as he often does for lunch. It was quite comical as he walked into our bedroom and calmly said, “Hello Jen, hello Donna.” It was as if we were just sitting at the table enjoying some iced tea instead of naked on the bed with our faces buried in each other’s pussies. However, he then said, “Jen, you were supposed to text me when Donna comes over and Donna, you are supposed to let John know as well. We agreed you all could have sex without us, but we needed to be informed.”

Crap, I forgot, and so did Donna.

Donna texted John right away and let him know she had already been over and forgot to tell him.   A few minutes later Mike’s cell rang and it was John. They talked for a while. When the call was over Mike told me to go get “little bit.” That’s the name we have for this 12 inch oak paddle we have. He made a point to tell Donna that John said she not only needs to watch, but that she would be next. John wanted Mike to spank her.

This is new. Mike and I have both spanked and flogged her before, but as part of play, not punishment, and John was always there.   I met this with mixed emotions. Part of me thought, “What fun, we get to share a punishment!” But part of me said, “Wait, this is just between Mike and me. Do I really want him punishing someone else?”   Whatever conflict I was thinking in my head I didn’t show it. I got the paddle and brought it over to Mike. I got over his knee and he gave me some warm ups by hand, then proceeded to give me 15 with the paddle. He then had me stand up and told me to put my arms above my head and face him so I could watch him spank Donna.   He called Donna over and had Donna go over his knee.   My thought was, “not over the knee.” That is too personal, too intimate. Why not just have her bend over. It made me a little sad, and actually a little jealous, and I am not prone to jealousy.

He gave her some warm ups by hand and then 15 with the paddle.   He then said that in addition to the punishment for not informing him and John, we also would be punished for using up part of his lunch hour. He instructed both of us to stand on each side of the bed, then, keeping our legs on the floor, bend over so our chests were flat on the bed. He told us to hold each other’s hands and to look each other in the eye. He then took off his belt and gave each of us 10 very hard ones.

I was thinking, “Oh no, now the aftercare. That is very personal. That’s MY time with Mike. Plus, John and Donna have different rituals, she doesn’t appreciate what we do. This is isn’t for her. Don’t let her into our aftercare!”   All of this was going on in my mind. I didn’t actually say anything.

Mike called us both over and he hugged each of us with one arm and told us to hug as well so we were in this group hug. He had us state why were punished, however, instead of ending in the “all is forgiven” part of our Aftercare, he said, “All is forgiven with me, but there is still John who was not respected. Jen, you will go over to their house this evening so that John can spank both you and Donna, and then all is forgiven.”

Okay, now I am really freaking out inside. I was punished once before over at their house without Mike and I hated it. I didn’t like that Mike spanked Donna in such an intimate way, including her in the aftercare, and now I have to get spanked without him.   Again, I didn’t say anything.   I know I am putting a lot of meaning into all of this and I could try to rationalize it away, but it doesn’t change how I feel. There’s not much in our DD that falls under that category of, “I don’t like it one bit, but I’ll go along with it.” This falls in that category.

So, about an hour ago I went over to John and Donna’s, without Mike, and John spanked the both of us. He used this three pronged strap called a Tawse. That was new to me. I was nervous because John and Donna are more aggressive with giving/receiving pain as Donna as a bit of a masochist. Plus, from my last experience I knew the act of getting spanked just isn’t as fun when it is someone other than Mike doing it. I kept myself focused on the fact that this all was Mike’s wishes and by submitting to this I was submitting to Mike. That helped, a bit. Overall I’d say it did hurt more than Mike’s spanking earlier, but I wasn’t all that focused on it. I was more of the mindset, “just get it over with.” Emotionally I was disconnected.   I got through it and that was that. I really don’t like getting spanked by anyone but Mike.

So, I am back home now, chores all done, red ass and all. I journaled a bit and, of course, wrote this. I’ll make sure our son is gets wound down and into bed and then I have a bit of quiet time with Mike, channel surfing or whatever he wants. Then showered and in bed with lights out by 10 p.m.

Tomorrow I’ll remember to text Mike! Okay, actually, it won’t be tomorrow because Donna works. So maybe the day after! Funny that Mike and John didn’t think that a worse punishment would be to say we couldn’t see each other for one week!   I think that they would feel they would be punishing themselves as they both love the fact that Donna and I had sex.   We had to share all the details with them!   Typical guys!

My attempt to accept getting spanked by John is simply to accept that I don’t have to like it. I probably shouldn’t like it. It is a punishment, and even though Mike wasn’t doing the spanking, he is still exerting dominance by ordering me to submit. I really love that part. Regardless of my love for that part, I will strive to never have to repeat that. I will obviously share these feeling with Mike, not in an effort to make him stop this, but simply because sharing our feelings is what we do, well, for sure something that I do. And if I blog it, I am sure to talk to him about it. I don’t want him learning something from the blog that I didn’t already share with him.

By the way, Mike and John made it clear to us that when Donna and I “transgress” together, there will be dual punishments if those transgressions fall under the rules of both houses.

So be it. The life of a sub isn’t always going to be fun.

NEXT:  59.  Ice, Ice, Baby.

57. Maintenance Session: Apologies and Back to School Sex and Submission

We just wrapped up our weekly Maintenance Session.

Spanking revisited:
We just wrapped up our Maintenance Session. I brought up the punishment that I didn’t agree with.   At first Mike resisted a bit, saying it was about my tone and not about his frustration, but then he did admit that it was both.   He said his initial trigger in spanking me was my tone, but that he was clearly frustrated and he let that frustration into the  spanking.  He said that clearly, the third set of spankings was all about his frustration, so if we were to break it down, maybe the first set was the tone, the last the frustration, and the middle a mix of both.  Regardless, he apologized and said he knows it is important to keep the Rewards focused on the goals of our Domestic Discipline and our journey into a more D/s relationship doesn’t change that.   I was relieved that we were on the same page with this.  I am not sure how easily I would have let this go if he insisted it was only about the tone I used.

Foursome revisited:
We also talked about sex with John and Donna.  We were also in agreement there.  We both shared that we enjoyed it a lot and we both felt good about the experiences.  We both admitted to a bit of shock that we were actually living out this shared fantasy – shock as in a happy and amazing way, not in an alarming and upsetting sort of way.

We both shared that we experienced this post-coital feeling shortly after orgasm where we both wish John and Donna would go away.  It’s like we just want to be with each other in that moment.  That feeling only lasted a minute or two before we were back into loving the moment with the four of us.  We found it interesting that we both shared that post-coital feeling. I wonder if that’s a common thing with couples?

Back to School – Sex and Submission
We also talked about how things should be with school back in session tomorrow.  Mike said that once I got home from dropping our son off at school, I was to take my clothes off in the garage, before I stepped into the house.  I would remain naked all day and would only get dressed to run errands or if I had visitors other than Donna.

We also talked about Donna.  Donna works part-time and we often go shopping or run errands together in the afternoon, or otherwise just hang out together.  Now that we were having sex with John and Donna, we talked about whether Donna and I could have sex without the guys.  Mike and John had already talked it over and agreed we could, but they needed to know about it.  I would text Mike with “out with Donna” whenever Donna and I were planning to have sex.  Keep in mind thus far Donna and I have never been alone with just each other, so the thought of this really excites me.

Mike said that each Monday, Wednesday, and Friday would be a “device” day where I would have to wear something from the moment I woke up until 11 a.m. (that’s about 3.5 hours).  Monday’s would be a butt plug, Wednesday would be the tack bra, and Friday would be nipple clamps.  They remain in use even if I have errands to run.  No exceptions.   I was impressed that Mike came up with this idea on his own.  In the past this would have happened only if I suggested to Mike that I was open to something kinky, and perhaps would even have to specify what it was.  Now, he is just coming up with this stuff on his own.   It shows me he is willing to be dominant.  Of course, I love not just the dominance itself, but the fact he is comfortable coming up with ways to express his dominance.

Oh – I have been working on a really nice tack bra and will have it finished by Wednesday.  I got some ideas for it online.  I used leather and an old t-shirt and cut some bra cup shapes.  I inserted 55 tacks through one leather cup and then through the cup made from the t-shirt.  The extra layer of the t-shirt gave me something softer against my breasts and added just enough material so that the tacks were still protruding pretty well, but not as much as they would be without the extra layer of material.  You can say I am cheating, but Mike agree to this, at least for now.  It isn’t intended as a “punishment bra” so the Submissive Rules Committee allows it.

I then covered the flat side of the tacks with another piece of leather to lock the tacks in place.  I used my sewing skills and stitched it all together.   One problem with the stitching is that it pulls the layers together pretty tightly, so the new “tack pad” lays pretty flat.  I ended up having to sew this pad into the bra so that it conformed to the shape of the bra cup.  I’ve got one cup done and all is left on the remaining one is to sew it into the bra.

I continue to marvel at my personal journey over the last 17 months.  It has been quite a transformation and I can honestly say it has surpassed every expectation I had.  I’ve discovered a part of me that I didn’t know existed, and a strength and dedication that I didn’t know existed.   I am living life and loving life, every moment, every day.   It still sounds odd to say it, but I owe it all to spanking – more specifically, to Domestic Discipline. 

NEXT:  Sex with Donna. . . What did I forget?

56. Family Time, Adult Time, and Easy like a Sunday Morning

What a weekend!  Family Time.
This was a great weekend.  Friday Mike took off a little early and we had a family outing.  Hit the zoo for a while, then a movie, late dinner, and then home.   Our Saturday evening was glorious for a completely different reason.  We got the sitter to come over while Mike and I had another “date night” with John and Donna.  Of course, we stayed the entire time at John and Donna’s house.    Although I enjoyed the family time as much as I did the adult time, of course, the details of the adult time are a lot more fun to read about.

What a weekend!  Adult Time.
I’ll keep the details short, but suffice to say once again I had sex with John and Donna and Mike has sex with Donna.  About the only new twist was that we had both guys with each gal separately.  Donna watched as John and Mike has sex with me, and I watched as Donna had sex with John and Mike.  I’ve had sex plenty of times with Mike while having a plug in my butt, but never had a true DP.  I enjoyed it immensely and enjoyed watching Donna get the same.

When we got home Mike told me that he wanted me to sleep in on Sunday morning.  He said he would get up and tend to our son, and then take him on a little outing and be home around 2 or 3.  He also said he would cook dinner that night.  He said I’ve been going 100 miles per hour for a couple of weeks now and he wanted to give me day to sleep in and fully recharge.  Even though he has kept me to a pretty early bedtime routine, with a few exceptions, I welcomed the offer of a respite.

Easy like a Sunday Morning.
I woke up about 8:30 a.m. and I could hear that Mike was already up with our son.  It was so nice to simply roll back over and go back to sleep.   I woke up about 9:30 as Mike was in the room.  He told me he was heading out with our son.  I told him I was ready to get up but he told me no, he wanted me to go back to sleep.  “Jen, the morning and afternoon is completely yours until I get back.  I don’t want you do anything around the house.  I want you to rest and not get out of bed for at least another hour.  When you do get up, feel free to just relax, web surf, watch tv, masturbate, journal, blog, whatever, but no housework.  I don’t even want you to feel like you need to check in with me for anything, just focus on yourself.”    “Yes, Sir!”

So, I laid there for a bit and the Lionel Ritchie song came into my head, “Easy like Sunday Morning.”  There’s a commercial out with him and Peyton Manning where they say, “Peyton on a Sunday Morning.”  I started singing to myself, “it’s Jenny on a Sunday morning.”

I felt awake, and Mike told me to stay in bed another hour.   Should I grab my journal, should I grab my vibrator?   Decisions, decisions.  Instead of deciding, my mind drifted and played back the events of the weekend.  Both the family fun on Friday and the adult fun on Saturday.  It also started thinking about the fact school starts tomorrow, so my days would become a lot freer.  I volunteer a lot at the school, but there would be a lot more time on my hands starting this week.  I started thinking of ways to best serve Mike, and before long, I fell back asleep.

I woke up just before noon.  Wow, I was very surprised I slept that long.  I guess I needed it.  I got up, got dressed, and went into the kitchen.  It was spotless. Mike had cleaned up whatever mess he might have made that morning.  Even though he told me not to do any housework, there really wasn’t any to do anyway.  I made myself some coffee and plopped down in front of the t.v.

About an hour went by and I started to feel restless.  I felt like I had to find something to do, but Mike said no housework.  I went to the computer and started writing this post.  When I write I often write a bit here and there throughout the day, and then at night I finalize it and post it.  As I was writing, I still felt a bit anxious.  I recognized that my mind was not in a submissive state and that I really missed being in that state.  Whatever hormone or chemicals that are involved, I wasn’t feeling them.

I called Mike and told him I wanted to give him the heads up that I was going to get naked, so he could text me just before he gets home so I can get dressed.  I told him I wasn’t doing any work, just web surfing and blogging, but I felt better if I were naked.  I told him I loved the day off he was giving me but needed a little something to feel submissive right now.   He whispered, “Okay, do that, but then I want you to put either the clamps on or the plug in if that would help.”  “Yes, sir, thank you for that sir.”

For some reason I really needed an order from him and even though he phrased it in a way that still left it to me.  I think I really am hooked on submission.  So, I took off my clothes and put on the nipple clamps.   Ahh, there it is, that submissive state of mind.

I don’t think Lionel Ritchie intended “Easy” to mean relaxing naked with nipple clamps on, but I would hope like any artist, he would intend for it to be defined in any way the listener wants.

This was Jenny’s version of being Easy like a Sunday Morning.

Next: 57. Maintenance Session: Apologies and Back to School Sex and Submission

54. Sex is fun. Four times the fun with the right couple!

So, what’s new?  Not much here.  Oh yeah, Mike, me, John, and Donna got together for a f-fest.  Ha!

I’ll do my best to tell the story for those of you that love the details, which, per my blog stats, seem to be most of you.  Stories of sexual adventure and punishments seem to get more visits!  I’ve said before I am more inclined to share my feelings and write about how or if I reconciled an issue from an emotional standpoint.  I am less inclined to give the steamy sizzling sensual experience that went with it, but I’ll give it a try.  It’s odd for me to write this.  While I’ve shared a lot, I’ve never tried to share this type of detail.  Hope you enjoy.  I sure enjoyed doing it and reliving it through writing about it!

Preamble
You’ll want to read the post linked here to get the backstory that led to Mike and I venturing into our first full swap with another couple.

One of the things Mike asked me before we did this was whether I would be in “sub” mode or not.  It was a good discussion for us as we had never really talked about turning the submission “on” or “off.”  It is always on as far as I am concerned, but with some modifications around the kids or in public.  I asked him not to think of me as just “submissive” but to consider me “his submissive wife.”  I had never said that before and I believe it helped for him to hear that.  It helped me to say it also.  I liked the sound of that and saying it made me feel all warm and tingly inside!  Mike was wanting to know whether he should instruct and guide me during our upcoming sexcapade or just leave me to my own adventurous devices.  I told him I want it to be whichever way he liked.

He still gets frustrated at times when I answer, “Whatever you wish,” but he is getting better and more comfortable at just stating what he wants versus asking my permission.  I remind him that in my mind there is no “sub-Jenny” and “non-sub Jenny,” there is just Jenny who is his submissive wife.   Period.  I gently reminded him that if something he asked for went too far, I am capable and willing to say so.  In fact, I am required to say so, by both common sense and our rules.

He then said, “Fine, you’ll do as you are told then.”
“Yes, Sir.” I said with a smile.

Warm Up
Donna came over Monday afternoon and we talked about the plans for that evening.  We both admitted to being both excited and a bit nervous, but mostly excited.   Being the blunt one, I told her, “I’ve imagined Mike fucking you and now I get to see it plus, I owe you a nice lick!”  She laughed and said she was looking forward to having him inside her, watching me and John and yes, having me go down on her.  As she was leaving she leaned in and gave me a quick kiss as her thumb and forefinger touched just above my breast. She then moved her hand downward, extending apart her thumb and forefinger as they encircled my breast.  She continued moving her hand down as her thumb and forefinger moved closer back together as they reached the underside of my breast.  Her finger and thumb were then once again together at the base of my breast.  “That’s a little tease for later”, she said.    My my, she isn’t reluctant at all.

Evening Fun
Mike and I enter their house.  I felt a little awkward knowing what we were about to do and not sure how we would get into the swing of things – pun intended.  Well, John didn’t waste any time.  He greeted us at the door and as we walked into the kitchen, Donna was laying blindfolded on their living room floor.  She was fully clothed, in her “regular” clothes.  I thought it was interesting that John didn’t have her in any of their “gear” or just naked.   I didn’t question it and am guess the disrobing would just add to the anticipation.

John announced, “I thought we’d let the girls start us off,” as he popped open two beers and handed one to Mike.   Wow, John wasn’t wasting any time.

Mike looked at me and said, “Jen, you know Donna has never been with a woman other than your special treat during your shave, so give her something memorable.”    John added, “Donna is not to speak.  Have her in any way you’d like.”  Now I thought to myself, “humm, I hadn’t really thought about different ways to “have” her.  I mean, yes, go down on her, suck her breasts, have her suck mine, stuff like that.   But I hadn’t thought about doing more.  There were toys around.  Oh the possibilities.  I had the perfect sub answer to this potential dom opportunity of mine.

“Mike Sir, tell me where you want me to start.”

Mike tells me, “Rub her tits and her pussy outside her clothing.  Get her really warmed up.  I rubbed her for a few minutes, and then Mike told me to start kissing her.  I remember him saying, “lots of tongue.”   And without hesitation, John chimes in, “And Donna, you need to start rubbing on Jenny.”  We made out and rubbed for quite a while, rubbing each other on the outside our clothing.   It was really nice.  It had been a very long time since I kissed another woman.  My insides were aching for us to get naked.  It got to the point that my yearning for Mike to give further instruction began to distract me.  I really needed him to give me the order to move on.  I was more than fully warmed up and I needed to fully feel her!   When was he going to let me go further?

Finally, Mike said, “Okay, slowly take off each other’s clothes and keep rubbing.” He hadn’t finished the sentence and I already had Donna’s shirt over her head.  I worked my hand inside her pants as she unbuttoned and then unzipped my pants.  Donna was very wet, way more wet than I anticipated.  I could feel her fingers slide easily past my folds and deep into my pussy.  I was very wet as well.  We fingered each other for some time and then I stopped to pull her pants and panties off and to take mine off as well.   John then told Donna, “Okay, take that blindfold off because you need to see the tits you’ll be sucking.”

With that she took off the blindfold.  It was nice to look her in the eyes as she began to suck my tits.  She kept her eyes open, looking up at me as she suckled.  I remember thinking about what was going through her mind as this was a first for her.  Frankly, it has been so long since I’ve had anyone but Mike that it felt like a first for me.   John then proclaims, “Donna, you are on your own now, do as you wish.”  With that, she got up and positioned me on my back on the floor.  She put her pussy in my face and leaned over to eat me out.  Ah, a classic 69.   She was extremely wet and tasty.   I hadn’t had a mouthful of pussy in about 27 years!   It was everything I remembered.  It was wonderful.

At some point Donna flipped around so that she was sitting on my face, facing me so that I could look up with my eyes and see her face.  Soon I saw Mike and John’s dicks come into view.  I hadn’t even heard them take their clothes off.  I saw as Mike’s cock entered Donna’s mouth, and Donna had one hand on Mike’s cock as it worked in and out of her mouth, and one hand on John’s cock that stood ready to the side.  The best part is that I was able to make eye contact with Mike.  It made me smile as I was eating Donna while watching her give him oral.

Donna came.  We had a bet as to who would come first, and we women thought for sure it would be one of the guys – but it wasn’t fair as we got a head start on the fun.   Anyway, it was the best bet I ever lost.  Her orgasm caused her to move off me and give up sucking on Mike for moment.  That’s when Mike said, “Jen, you can pick up where she left off.”  Mike sat down in a chair and I got on my knees in front of him but before I could start to do anything he told me to stand back up and just lean over to suck him, he said my ass needed to be “up and out.”

I looked back at John and made eye contact and gave a quick smile.  I knew this was it.  I leaned over and began sucking Mike and very soon I felt the unmistakable feeling of a cock sliding into my wet pussy from behind.  I raised up from Mike’s cock because I wanted to peer into Mike’s eyes and have Mike peering into mine as John’s cock made its way fully inside me.  I gave out a pleasurable “Ahh.”  My elbows were resting on Mike’s knees as Mike played with my tits and John worked his cock in and out, in and out, in and out.  I continued starting at Mike which made me more and more excited.  I loved being so close to Mike while John was fucking me. I could tell Mike was also taking pleasure in my pleasure.

John felt different inside of me than Mike does as they are “differently endowed.”   Both in good ways.  Mike is about 6 1/4 inches while John tops out at perhaps 7 and half inches.  Mike has a lot of girth and is quite thick, whereas John is a bit of “pencil” dick (said with affection!).  I love the contrast.  It felt different but it felt very good.

It wasn’t long before Donna reappeared and walked up to the side of the chair. She got on her knees and leaned in and kissed me, then kissed Mike.  Eventually the three of us were three-way kissing.  This is something I actually had never done and I found it hot as hell.  Feeling her tongue, then Mike’s, then her’s while in Mike’s mouth, and Mike’s and her’s in mine.  My hands on Donna’s tits, both her and Mike’s hands rubbing mine, John’s cock in me . . . all that stimulation and it wasn’t long before I came.   I couldn’t believe it, both guys outlasted the women.   Not that I am complaining!

So now it was Mike and Donna’s turn.  Mike stood up as Donna laid down on the floor (yes, they has a nice, soft carpet).  Mike got down and started fucking Donna missionary.  John came over to me and we both watched, as I had one hand on John’s cock and he had his fingers in my pussy.  We were standing to the side of Mike and Donna so we all could see each other.   I was still twitching from my orgasm and couldn’t take any more fingering, so I dropped to my knees and took John’s cock into my mouth.  Of course, I kept my eyes opened and made sure I could make eye contact with Mike.  Having him watch was such a turn on for me.

Soon John came in my mouth.  I leaned over to Donna as if to kiss her and let John’s cum drool into her mouth.  Shortly thereafter Mike came inside Donna and then Mike said, “Go and get my cum, baby.”

I went down on Donna and sucked his cum from her pussy.   I stayed down on her for quite some time, after all, the guys were spent for the time being and I owed her some nice cunnilingus from the treat she gave me.  Donna came a second time.

We all sat up and relaxed a bit, all of us marveling in our experience.  The word “wow” was said a lot, along with a lot of “that was awesome.”   There was more sex that night.  I had sex with Mike and Donna with John.  More orgasms, a break, some fun conversation, and then a third and final go at it but only after a little “punishment” demonstration.   John and Donna have let us watch many flogging sessions before, so that night was no different.   Donna really enjoys a good overall flogging where her breasts, stomach, back, thighs, and ass are all beautifully pink by the end.   It was a good way to recharge for our final go.  I’ll save the positions and combinations of our third and final go-round to myself.  A girl has to have some secrets, I am shy after all.

I do want to give a shout out to safe sex.  I don’t condone not using condoms, but for us, it was one part none of us being capable of reproduction one part because we’ve known each other for a very long time and the trust factor is very high, and one part just being foolish.  I guess we are taking a calculated risk.  That may not be completely smart, but, I am just being honest and I felt I should mention it.  Do as I say, not as I do.

It’s been four days and we can’t wait to do this again.  We plan to get together tomorrow night as well.

Sex is fun!

55. Agreement vs. Acceptance: A Spanking Disagreement

53. Almost forgot. . . sex with John and Donna?

Two posts in one day!  

This one is to follow up on a prior post .
So, Donna came over this afternoon and we were able to talk about things.  I joked to her that I thought I saw a stray hair and that perhaps she needed to check me again.  We weren’t in a position to do anything sexual as my son was home, so it was just all in fun.
I told her that I owed her an orgasm and wanted to return the favor the next time we were together.  She said she would ask John.  I told her I wanted to know if she was asking only because I was asking, or if she was actually interested.  She told me that she is not attracted to women, but, she is curious and she knows she won’t dislike it, even if it isn’t her thing.  She said she felt safe with me and, simply put, love to have sex with me.    Yea!

That led our conversation to the guys.  I told her Mike planned to talk to John about us swapping.  Donna said her and John had the same conversation and were open to it.

Wow, so there it is.  Now, although I brag how I lack modesty, I am uneasy about blogging about this. This is a big deal to me to share.  I am not uneasy about actually doing it.  I think Mike and I will have a blast and it will only add to our sex life.  I look forward to watching him and being watched by him.   But, for some reason I am fine with sharing stories of my submission, of my masturbating for an audience, being spanked, etc.   But talking about swinging and swapping reveals a part of me that is different.

Blogging has anonymity, so it isn’t about being “found out.”  It is about the persona I want to reflect in this blog.  For some reason I am fully comfortable with the whole submissive persona, but not swinging and swapping.  I am sure it is my own hang ups regarding what that “means.”  Of course, it doesn’t mean anything.  It doesn’t define me.  Ultimately I reconciled whether or not to share this by recognizing my aim is not to portray a specific persona.  It is to just portray my journey, good, bad, or otherwise.

So, Mike and John are talking tonight and we’ll figure out what’s next.  My guess is we will use our next visit to their house as our opportunity to make it happen.  It could be this weekend but more likely will be the next weekend as we have a regularly scheduled “date night” (i.e. a sitter lined up) for next weekend.

That gives Mike and me a lot of time to talk about it, as well as time for me to talk more with Donna.  I don’t know if that is a good thing.  I believe we shouldn’t over think it.  I wish it would have been more spontaneous and not something we had to plan.  Oh well, what do I know?  This is new to me.   Anticipation!

54. NEXT: Sex is fun. 4x the fun. . .

52. The Spanking that Keeps Giving

A DD lifestyle has some physical hazards, of which I’ve been fortunate to avoid until now.  I guess it is a matter of time before a punishment can go awry.

Since evolving our DD to a service and submissive mindset, I’ve been a Wonder Woman of domestic duties, both inside the bedroom and out.   My energy and enthusiasm remains high.  If someone doesn’t understand submission they likely will misinterpret it as being forced through fear, versus given in earnest, or that is in response to a threat, versus offered willingly.  In case someone reading this hasn’t read other posts, I wanted to be clear and state that while I never thought our DD would lead us where it has, I have enjoyed, and continue to enjoy the journey.

Of course, it isn’t all just a perfect la-la land. There are bumps, and bruises along the way, as this story will attest.

I’ve been meeting all my Duties and Obligations, thus, despite Mike being strict, there have been few occasions to spank me.  But few is not none, and I got one in particular that will likely remain one of the more memorable spankings.

Mike came home for lunch one of the days last week and when he pulled up I had left the garage door open.  I forgot to close it when I came home from the errands of the day.  Luckily we’ve never had issues but we have had neighbors have things stolen out of their garages.   Mike spanked me as would be expected.  Well, dang it, the next day I did the same thing.  I knew I left it open when I brought some groceries in and I meant to go back out to close it, but other duties took over and I forgot, again.

This time Mike ratcheted up the punishment, and rightly so.  Despite now having a small arsenal of implements from which to choose, he decided to use a new one – no, not some fancy and expensive new paddle, but a plastic long handled bath brush/back scrubber. It is a hard plastic and instead of being smooth it has these bumps all over the back side of the brush.

Mike gave me 15 on one cheek, then 15 on the other, then planned to follow with 10 where he alternated cheeks.  Right away this felt different.  It was a duller feeling, more blunt than anything I’ve had before. It didn’t register as pain until about the number 10 mark, and if not for the fact he was spanking pretty quickly I would have had him pause via a safe word.  I made it through the first 15.  He then did the other cheek and basically the same experience and again, I made it through the 15.   As he started again and gave each cheek one whack  I had to ask him to pause.   The sensation was feeling more like a punch than a slap.  It lacked the sting of a typical spanking and in its’ place was a dull pain.  Mike started up again and got to six and I had to have him pause again.  He told me he planned to go to 10 so there were just a few more if I was able.  I collected myself and soon told him I was ready.  Without administering more spankings he said, “No, that’s enough.”

What made him stop was the red of my ass was already getting darker and darker.  Mike said, “Sorry, I think you are going to be really bruised.”   I told him I had spankings that hurt more than this one, but explained to him how this was so different.   Turned out, my ass continued to get darker and darker and before long was black and blue.  We learned to never use that brush as a spanking implement ever again.

My ass is still bruised and it is 5 days later!   When I got my Maintenance spanking three days ago I couldn’t take it.   That’s never happened as those are relatively mild spankings.
He’s had to stay off the ass the last few days, which he’s actually enjoyed because he really likes to slap my tits.  I hadn’t had a tit-slapping punishment in some time.  I digress.

Mike feels bad and I try to joke about it and encouraged him not to let up with his strictness – just drop that brush from our repertoire.  It is just one of those hazards of living this lifestyle.  I am still a little sore if I sit a certain way – but now the sore is more of that pleasurable post-spanking soreness!  It’s just that it is five days later and it is a spanking that keeps giving.

Next: 53. Almost forgot. . . sex with John and Donna?