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In The Kitchen

He was standing in the kitchen when I wandered in.  Lift up your shirt, he told me.  I obeyed, and his hands flew across my tits.

He slapped them every which way.  He twisted my nipples.  And then stopped.  I stood there for a moment – the hem of my shirt in my hands – and then let it drop.

Hold up your shirt, he said.  Hold it up and keep it there until I tell you differently.

I quickly yanked it back up.  He told me to arch my back for him – as sharply as I could – to push my chest out.

And then I was just standing there.  Tits out.  Waiting. . .

He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer.  He popped the top, and briefly pressed the cold bottle against a nipple.  But only briefly.  Then he took his beer and sat at the table.  He drank it down before returning to the galley of the kitchen where I was standing – waiting for him.

Would you like a drink?  He filled up a pint glass of water.  He brought it up to my lips.  And then he poured it down my chest.  My body was suddenly covered in goosebumps, and my nipples tightened up even harder.

Would you like some ice….?  He asked as he reached in to the freezer and returned with two ice-cubes.  He held them against my nipples.  Just held them there.  I squirmed.  I squealed.  I started to lose my grip on my shirt.

He dropped the melting ice on the floor.  He spun me around and placed my hands on the counter-top.   He reached around and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  They were pulled down and off.  The lacy thong I was wearing was pulled down just under the swell of my ass.   My legs were kicked apart.  He reached for the plastic pancake flipper and sailed it down on my ass.  Heat was rising from my body.

He told me to turn and face him.

Hold your shirt up.  Push your tits out to me.  And this time – keep your legs spread for me too.  Do not make me tell you this again.

I spread my legs as far as I could with the thong still around my thighs.

He opened up the drawer with the towels in it.  He pulled out two of them.  One was a large one that was tied across my head as a blindfold.  The other one was a regular sized dish towel.  He run it under the sink.  Then he snaked it up and smacked me with it.  It landed hard on my belly.  The next one landed lower – below my belly button.  Another landed on my breast.  He changed his grip and held it like he holds his belt when he uses it to spank me.

He told me to put my hands behind my back.  To lace my fingers together and to hold them as far up on my back as I could.  My tits jutted even further out.  He pulled the t-shirt tight and knotted it so that it was held tight up above my breasts.

The wet towel smacked hard against me – almost knocking me over.  Back and forth, it bit into my skin.  Tears wet the blindfold, and then slid down my cheeks.  But I didn’t drop my hands.

The towel was dropped and the flipper picked back up.  He had much more control – and aimed the blows with precision across my tits.  He slapped my nipples.  I was whimpering.  I was aching.  I was wet.

I heard him open up a cupboard.  My mind was racing trying to figure out what he could have reached for.  Honey.  It was the honey.  It slowly oozed out of the bottle and dropped onto my skin.  It crawled along the curve of my tits.  It hung on to the nipple and then slowly kept it’s course down my body.  It tickled.  It itched.  It was maddening against the flesh that was so hot and tender from the sharp blows it had just endured.  He held it high above me and tilted the bottle so that the thread of honey drew patterns across my red skin.  He poured some on his hand and plunged it between my legs.  He pushed it up in my slit.  He rolled it around and around on my clit.  More and more honey across my tits and in my cunt.

And then he stepped away.  I couldn’t tell at first if he just stepped back – but was still in the galley – or if he was back at the table.  And then I could hear his breath.  I knew he was watching me.

Suddenly a finger – dragging through the honey – tracing a nipple.  And another finger tracing opposite circles on the other.  His hand – spreading the stickiness across both breasts.  His tongue – licking it from my belly.  My body feeling overwhelmed with sensation.

And his tongue – dancing across my torso – slowly and slowly making it’s way further down until it’s very tip was licking the honey from my clit.

He was kneeling in front of me.  The thong pulled all the way down and one of my legs lifted up and draped on his shoulder.  His tongue working at sucking the honey from my pussy.  One of his hands still rubbing it in across my tits.

The (almost empty) bottle of honey back in his hands.  Squirting a mound of honey on his fingers.  Working those fingers into my ass.  His slick fingers fuck in and out of my ass.  His tongue bathing the honey from my clit.  I remain blindfolded – arms held behind me – tits sticking out.  Nipples and breasts hot from the tit-spanking and sticky from the honey.

I am moaning and whimpering and shaking.  I scream.  I come.  He gets on his feet and leans in to kiss me.  His face is wet with honey and pussy.  I savor the taste as he plunges his tongue into my mouth.

I am pushed down to my knees.  He reminds me to keep my arms behind my back as he pulls off his jeans and boxers.  He grabs the knot in the towel-blindfold and uses it to guide my head to his cock.  I lick his dick.  I suck his balls up into my mouth.  I kiss the head.  I suck it hard.  I suck it lightly.  I bob my head up and down.  He comes in my mouth – but pulls out before I can swallow him all down.  Come drips out of my mouth and down my chin.

He looks at me and tells me how much of a mess I am.  His come on my face.  Honey all over my tits and belly, running out of my cunt and smeared across my ass.  So messy, messy, messy.  I am such a dirty girl, he says.

I can release my arms for just a moment.  Just long enough for him to get me in place.   He tells me that I am too messy to walk to the bathroom, so we are going to clean up right here in the kitchen.   He lifts me up and sets me on the counter-top.  The granite is cold on my ass.

He turns me around so that I have my back to him – and I am facing the sink.  He tells me to put one leg on either side of the basin.  And then I am told to return my arms behind my back.  He stands directly behind me and I lean back against him for support.

He reaches a hand around and slides it across my pussy.  He gives it a hard slap.  And another.  He slowly rolls my clit between his thumb and finger.   I am panting.

And then he turns on the sink.  He adjusts the water to get it at just the right degree of warmth.  He splashes some up across my chest.  He takes the towel that is laying on the counter and partially wets it.  He uses it to roughly wash the honey from my tits.  Scrubbing hard.  Telling me that he has to scrub even harder to clean up my mess.  My nipples throb under the towel, under his rough touch.  He drops the towel and glides his fingers over the bare skin.

Now – he says – we need to get that pretty pussy clean.

He pulls up the side sprayer attachment to the faucet.  The hose stretches out so that the nozzle is close to my body.

He pulls the trigger and water shoots from the nozzle and blasts against my clit.  He keeps it there – and uses his other hand to change the temperature to very cold back to warm.  A few short bursts of hot.  When he sees my legs start to shake he releases the trigger and the stream of water stops.  He pulls my pussy lips apart and pushes down on my clit.  He finger-fucks my cunt.  And then – sucking on his finger – declares that it still tastes of honey, so I need more cleaning.

The sprayer is returned to my clit.  He pulses it off and on.  He plays with the distance – sometimes having the nozzle almost pressed into my pussy, and other times pulling it way back so that the water is arching through the air before it lands on my pussy.  He tilts it further up and sprays the water in my face.  And then back directly on my clit…

I press my body back against him and scream again as I come.  He holds it there – not giving me any relief – and another orgasm tears through my body.

He releases the nozzle – but keeps the water running.

Good job, baby-girl.  He whispers in my ear and kisses my neck.  You’re getting all nice and cleaned up.  But we still need to get to that sticky round ass.  You can take your arms from behind your back.  I want you to grab on to your ankles.  I need you to hold your legs back…

He helped me get into the position he had in mind.  I held on to my ankles.  My legs were spread further apart – and my arms – and legs – pulled back.  He leaned me back against him – and then took a step back from the sink.  The result was me – spread wide open – with ass and pussy centered over the basin.  The water running from the faucet fell directly on my clit.  He held the sprayer up to my ass.

When he pulled the trigger, a stream of water shot against my ass.  When he released the trigger, the water diverted back to the faucet and ran over my pussy.  Back and forth.  Ass and clit sprayed with water.

He dropped the nozzle and pushed a finger into my ass.

I need to try to feel around and see if there is any honey left in here, he said, as he twisted his finger around.  Because he wasn’t pulling the trigger on the nozzle, the water was rushing over my clit.  His finger twisted around and around – he slid it in and out.   I pulled my legs back and open further – and then screamed and shook as I came again.

Well, he said.  It looks like we finally got you all cleaned up.

He scooped me up and helped me get down from the counter.  He removed the blindfold.

But do you see that there is still honey all over the kitchen floor?  You should get that cleaned up before it dries any more.  And this puddle of water.  Get on your hands and knees and clean up the rest of your mess.

He stood behind me as I scrubbed the sticky mess from the floor.  He ordered me to keep my back arched – ass sticking out.  The plastic pancake flipper was back in his hand and he spanked me as I scrubbed.  I made sure to take my time and do a very thorough job.  I wiggled my ass at him.  When I was done I slunk up to him on my hands and knees and lowered myself down to kiss his feet.

And then I got up – and with nothing on but the wet t-shirt tied up above my tits – got him another beer and started to make us dinner.


Fun Factory

I got home from work last night and was delighted to discover that my most recent toy purchase had arrived!  I washed it and plugged it in to charge  right away (my first rechargeable battery vibe!).

We had already planned on having a date night – so we cuddled up with a pizza and a bottle of red while we watched a movie (and the vibe ran through it’s initial 3 hour charge time). I was snuggled in front of him – my back to his belly.  Wolf had his arms wrapped around me.  Both hands were caressing and teasing my breasts and nipples through the very light and flimsy tank top I had changed in to.  He kept his touch (mostly) light – and he kept at it the entire time.  It was torture.  Really awesome torture – but still torture.  My nipples were ready for some harder play and my whole body was aching for him by the time we headed upstairs.

The night before was our first night back at it after about a two week period of forced abstinence.  It was beautiful.  It was sweet and tame.  It was nice to become reacquainted with his body.  And now I was ready for some hard play.  He was too.

Wolf threw me down on the bed.  My hands were placed on the metal bars of the headboard.  He slapped me hard across the cheek.  He pulled the sheer fabric of the tank tight across my tits and bit my nipples through the fabric.  I arched my back – trying to get my body closer to him.  Closer to his mouth.  He pushed me back down and yanked up the tank so that it went over my face and covered my eyes.  Both his hands began to slap my breasts.  Repeatedly.  My hands gripped the headboard tighter when he alternated the slaps with hard twists to my nipples.

I was groaning with that delicious combination of agony and ecstasy – and could feel the heat rising from my chest.  If I could see them – I knew my breasts would be bright pink.

My pants were pulled off and my legs were spread apart with the knees bent.  He gave my pussy a few slaps before smothering it with kisses.  His fingers rolled my nipples while his tongue probed my slit and circled my clit.  My nipples were really tender and my clit fully engorged and I came almost instantly from the mixed sensations.

Wolf yanked the tank top off and fed me a sip of water.

He straddled my face and fed his cock down my throat.  He braced himself on the headboard and fucked my mouth.  His cock was pushed in and out past my lips and over my tongue.  He slapped my cheek again, making my eyes water.  He grunted and thrust himself further into me – and I gagged on his stiff cock but still managed to swallow down all of his come.

Wolf picked up the new vibe and slid it easily in my soaked pussy.  It is curved in a way so that he can fuck me with it and I feel the vibrations all over.  Buzzing inside as it presses on the wall of my cunt, and buzzing as he rubs the outer part against my clit.  This was a very good purchase!

He rocked it in and out of my pussy with one hand, and gripped my throat with the other.  I was soaking the sheets with sweat and the river of fluid running out of my pussy.  My body shook and I screamed as I came –  gasping for air.

I released my grip from the headboard and he flipped me over on to my stomach.  He adjusted my body so that my ass was up in the air and my face was planted on the bed.   He pressed my face down in the sheets with his left hand and spanked me good and hard with his right.  House guests and then illness prevented us from having sex for a couple of weeks.  It also kept him from spanking me.  My ass was baby-tender.  I thought he would ease me back  nto it.  But that isn’t his style.  He spanked me hard.  And he didn’t stop until my whole body was shaking.

And then he gripped my cheeks and spread them apart and began eating my ass.   He picked the vibrator back up – cranked it up to top speed – and returned it to my pussy.  The sensation of his tongue in my ass, the vibrator filling up and buzzing inside my pussy,  and the pain lingering from the spanking was too much – and again I screamed and shook as I came.

My rag-doll limp body was flipped back over again so that I was facing him.

He was hard again and rammed his cock in my slit.  He told me to hold the vibrator against my clit.  He used one hand to hold on to a leg, and the other hand latched on to a nipple.

Convulsions rocked my body as I came for a third time.  He continued pounding me and squeezed my nipple even harder.  Another orgasm rolled out of my body.  He quickened the pace and the strength and fucked me even harder.  I was screaming as he exploded inside me.

We both quickly fell asleep.  I woke up during the night with the vibe under my back.  This morning before I left for work I washed it and returned it to it’s charging cradle.  He won’t be home until late tonight – and I plan on taking this wonderful new toy for a solo run.

(And maybe once he returns I will let him watch me as I do it again.)

A Night With His Family

I climbed out the shower all fresh and clean.  I was running a little late – but would be able to get ready on time if I didn’t slow down.  The holidays are here and we have been crazy busy.  We had a family party to go to last night.  I should have started getting ready earlier than I did – but – honestly – it isn’t a party that I cared to go to and I didn’t really care if we were going to be late.

I slid in to my favorite robe and rubbed oil across my skin.  I was putting makeup on when there was a knocking at the bathroom door.

Wolf quickly grabbed my wrists and wrenched my arms behind my back.  He spun me around and held my wrists together in one of his large hands.  He directed me out of the bathroom and in to the living room.

Keeping his grip on my wrists – and keeping my arms behind my back – he sat down in the middle of the couch and pulled me down across his knees.   It all happened so quickly that my mind was trying to catch up with what was happening.

My robe was pulled up and his free hand landed down squarely on the middle of my ass.  Repeatedly and rhythmically.  Again and again.  Slowly – but steadily.

He paused and told me that I was acting like a brat.  It didn’t matter that I wasn’t excited about the party.  It was his family’s holiday party and I was going to go.  And we would NOT be late.

His focus went back to my ass laying across his lap.  He told me to lay still.  He resumed his grip on my wrists and started spanking me some more.  Harder this time.

I was pulled up to my feet.  I was made to stand in front of him while he untied the belt of my robe.  The robe fell to the floor.  The silk strap of a belt was in his hands.

Turn around.  Bend over.  Hold your ankles.

I did as I was told.

He took the piece of silk and tied my hands to my ankles.

Bound.  Naked.  Exposed.

This position can be especially harsh for me.  That sensitive skin normally protected under the round of the cheek is spread taught and is right in the line of fire of Wolf’s hand.  He knows what he is doing.

He doesn’t waste time.  Immediately he begins.  And almost immediately I begin crying.  He wants it to hurt – and so it does.  He is hitting me hard.  He keeps one hand on the small of my back – both to help hold me in place, and to help with his aim.  I can feel the heat rising off of my ass.  My legs are shaking.  I feel like my knees will give out.  He continues to spank.

And when he decides he is done he stops.  But he doesn’t come and untie my hands.  I am still bent over.  Still exposed.  No hands to wipe my eyes and nose.  My face red from being bent over.  My ass red from his hands.

And then he stretches me even further open.  And he drags his tongue from my ass down to my pussy and back again.  He pushes his tongue into both openings.  He makes circles on my clit with his finger while he pokes his tongue in and out of my ass.

My pussy is like the amazon.  He stops before I come.

He sits back down on the couch.  I am bent over in front of him.  He pulls out his cock and jerks off.  I hear him come.

He takes his time getting up.

He unties the robe belt and frees my hands from my ankles.  He helps me stand up.

He steps back and tells me I really need to get ready now so that I don’t make him late to his parent’s house.

Ass well-spanked.  Pussy gushing.  Going to see his parents is the absolute last thing on my mind.

He looks amused as he watches me finish getting ready.

He stands behind me as I finish putting on my makeup and do my hair.  His fingers toy with my nipples.

He helps me decide what to wear.  A short skirt.  Bare legs.  A thin light gray shirt.  I don’t normally wear a bra.  But on some occasions – like spending time with his very conservative family – I do.  But he said no tonight.  No bra.  I somehow manage to get ready and we leave on time.  I wince as I sit down in the car.  My ass stings.   He laughs.

He tells me that he will enjoy watching me tonight.  How I will wince whenever I need to sit.  How he will find ways to tweak and tease my nipples so that they stay hard and poking out of the thin material of my shirt.  How he plans to keep me soaking wet and ready for him.

* * *

He did.  I could feel his eyes on me all night.  He would brush against me and his hand would quickly pinch my nipples.  He gave me a playful spank in front of his dad and brother.

He followed me into the garage where they kept the cooler of beverages.  He pulled out an ice-cube and ran it up my leg and under my skirt.  He pushed it against my panties and rubbed my clit with it.  The melting water mixed with the juices that had already been soaking through the small piece of lace.  His ice-cold fingers darted up under my shirt and latched on to my nipples.   He bent me over so that my forehead was resting on the cooler and he spanked me – not playfully this time – again.  He stopped before I started to cry – but it didn’t take much to bring me to that point.  I’m sure my ass was still red from the hard spanking just an hour or two ago.  He slid my panties down and off and stuffed them in his pocket.

I didn’t know how I would be able to go back in the house.  My nipples were standing straight out – and although my shirt wasn’t tight – the materiel was thin.  My face was red.  I was wearing a short skirt with no panties.  And I had to go inside and pretend nothing was going on.  It was torture.

I knew that he would be driving tonight – so when we got back inside I hit the bar.  I tried to stand as much as possible – but his brothers kept insisting that I sit down.  At one point one of them even pulled me over to sit next to him on the brick ledge of the fireplace.  Wolf almost laughed out loud!

It was several hours before we were able to leave.  I had tried to console myself and make the party bearable by having several drinks.  And his dad mixes very strong cocktails.

We had driven only about 3 blocks away from his parents house when Wolf pulled the car over to the side of the road.

We got out of the car.  It was pitch black and freezing cold.  He took off my coat and laid it on the hood of the car.  Then he lifted me up and sat me down on top of it.

I protested when he told me to lay back and spread my legs for him.  Anybody could drive by at any second!  Your FAMILY could drive by at any second!  He told me that he thought I would know better.  If I didn’t listen to him there would be consequences.

I laid back and opened up my legs.  My legs were bare.  He had already taken my panties.  He lifted up my shirt – exposing my nipples to him and the cold air.

He reached down and grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it into my tits.  His hands worked the snow across my frozen nipples as he dove down between my legs.  His tongue lapped up the juices that had been flowing from me all afternoon.  I screamed and squeezed my legs tight around his head as I came on his face.  I was delirious.  (And nobody drove by while I was getting eaten out on the hood of the car – although I seriously doubt I would have been able to stop anyway…)

He helped me down from the hood and into my jacket and we drove home.

And when we got home – we quickly got naked and got to some good long and hard fucking.

I sucked his cock and stroked his balls.  I eagerly gulped down the cum he unloaded in my mouth.  I licked his cock clean.

He fucked my ass with a vibrator while he sucked on my clit.

He removed the vibrator and slid the metal plug in to my ass.  He gave me another spanking.  He would sometimes stop the spanking, slide the plug in and out a few times, and then push it in firmly before going back to the spanking.  My ass was already so tender – and he wasn’t spanking lightly.  It wasn’t long before I was shaking and whimpering.

His hands pinched, slapped, twisted and rolled my nipples.

He left the plug and in place and suctioned his lips on my clit. I screamed and moaned and shook and cried as I came again and again and again.

He removed the plug and replaced it with his cock.  He rammed his body into mine.  I bucked back on him – pushing it in further.  My ass was stretched tight around him.  He told me to hold the vibrator against my clit as he fucked me.  He held on tightly to my hips and fucked my ass.  My body rocked as I came again.  He shook and groaned as his balls emptied and his cock exploded in my ass.

It was the best holiday party I have been to…


The weather is turning cold.  The sky has turned gray.

And our lives have for a moment turned cold and gray too.  A tragedy has come and Wolf and I have spent the last few weeks in a daze.   My face is red and puffy from near continual tears.  Wolf is on edge from holding his tears back.  Our hearts ache.  We feel empty.  And it has been weeks since we have had sex.

Last night I was a bitch.  I snapped at him and argued with him over the most trivial things.  I was at my breaking point.  I knew I was acting horribly – but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself.  I decided to do us both a favor and so I went to go take a bath.

I ditched my clothes and put on a robe.  I poured a very tall glass of red and headed to the bathroom.  I first washed under the shower and then sunk down in to a too-hot bath.  My skin tingled and turned pink from the hot water. I reclined back and let the water and the wine begin to relax my muscles.  When I finally climbed out from the tub I massaged lavender-scented oil into my skin and combed some through my long hair.

It was almost an hour later when I emerged from the bathroom.  Wolf was waiting for me.

I am so sorry.  I know I was acting bitchy, and….well, I’m just really sorry.

Go upstairs, he said.  Wait for me.

I was sitting on the couch in our room when he came up about half an hour later.  He pulled the ottoman into the middle of the room and sat down.  He looked very calm as he told me to come to him.

I walked over and laid myself across his lap.

His hand landed squarely on my ass.  Slowly and steadily.  I think it was about 25 times.  I had tears in my eyes – but nothing more.  The spanks were pretty light.  It was just a warm-up.


Wolf said to get up.  I was told to go get the box and bring it to him.  When I returned he told me to go hang my robe up in the closet.  I walked back to him naked.  He was now standing.

He ordered me to get in position across the bed.  This means to bend over and lay my belly on the bed with my arms stretched up over my head – as if reaching for the headboard.  It means to spread my legs as far as I can and to let my weight fall on the bed.

He set the box down on the bed next to me and pulled out the leather paddle.  His left hand went down on the middle of my back – pinning me to the bed like an insect.  His right hand – the one holding the leather paddle – came down quickly on my ass.  I gasped loudly and he pinned me down harder to the bed.  He told me to count.  50.  I counted 50 blows to my ass and upper thighs with that fucking paddle.  I was crying.  My legs were shaking.  The blankets under my face were wet from my tears.  The blankets under my hips were wet from my pussy.

I felt the paddle drop onto the bed.  And I heard him open the box up again.


Ok baby, he said.  It’s time.  I hope you are ready.

The wood paddle was what he pulled out next.  That mother-fucker can really hurt.  I think a whimper escaped from me as he very lightly rubbed my ass with his hands.

And then – holy fuck!  He was gracing me with blows that landed all over the place.  They were coming steadily and forcefully – one right after another.  Sometimes he would land a few in the same spot before moving to the other side – sometimes they were all over.  The worst ones were at the bottom of the cheeks.  The dreaded under-butt spot that can hold the sting for days – reminding you of it every time you sit down.

I tried to take it.  I really did.  But it hurt like hell.  That paddle always hurts like hell.  But tonight it was coming after a good round with the leather paddle, a descent round with his big hands, and on an ass softened up with a hot bath and oil.  I was a crying and shaking and squirming to get out of the way.

The paddle dropped to the bed.  I thought he had changed his mind.  I thought he was going to stop.  I wasn’t expecting him to grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back towards him.

He stretched his body on top of mine and growled into my ear.

Stop squirming around, you bitch.  You fucking lay there and you fucking take what I give you.

He released his grip from my hair and pushed my face back down into the bed. My pussy gushed.

He picked the paddle back up and quickly resumed his work.  He told me to count.  I counted to 10 and the paddle dropped to the bed.

He spanks me.  This is a way of life for us.  I am his spanked girl.  But never before has he spanked me for so long nor with such strength.  I have never experienced pain this way.  It was searing.


His fingers began squeezing my ass.  I was sobbing and I begged him to stop.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me up – bringing my knees up on the bed.  On my knees, legs spread, head and chest pressed down to the bed.  He lightly slapped my ass a few times with his hand.  It was light – but unbelievably painful all things considered.  Then he leaned in close and stuck his tongue in my pussy.  He lapped at the slit and fucked me with his tongue.  My body convulsed as I came.


Wolf grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs out from under me.  I was back in the spanking position on the bed.  He picked up the wood paddle again.

No, no, no!  Please, no!  I can’t!

He told me to count.  He spanked me hard.  Showing no mercy.  I was sobbing and barely able to speak.  He slowed his tempo – allowing me to take a breath between each blow.  I counted to 5 and the paddle dropped to the bed.

And again he pulled me up on the bed.  On my knees with my face still pressed into the wet bedding.

This time he dove his tongue into my ass.

He licked and sucked and bit at my ass.  His tongue pushed its way in.  His hand reached between my legs and his thumb clamped down on my clit.  I screamed and shook and cried as he made me come again.


I was still shuddering through my orgasm as he roughly pushed me back down into position.

Ohmygod, no!  Please, please, please!  I can’t!  Really, Wolf!  I can’t take any more! I was desperate.  Yet – despite no tethers – I remained in place for him.  My legs were shaking.  My whole body was shaking.

I think you can. That is what he said as he once again picked up that mother-fucking paddle.

Count! He yelled at me as he slammed it down on my flaming ass.  5 more.  I was given 5 more extremely hard blows before he dropped the paddle.  This time I heard it hit the wood floor.

I was one more time pulled up onto my knees.  He quickly stripped off his pants.  His left hand pushed my face further into the bed and held it there.  I couldn’t breathe.  His cock was rock hard as he slammed it into my pussy.  His right hand found my ass.  He gripped and squeezed it tight in his hand as he fucked me with as much force as he had spanked me.  He slowed and released his hand from the back of my head for a moment.  I quickly gulped down some air before he shoved it back into the bed and returned to his forceful and frenzied fucking.

At some point he stopped squeezing my ass and began spanking me again.


Hard spanks.

Hard fuck.

His cock ramming into my cervix.  My body collapsing underneath him.  Desperate for air.

I was blind with pain.  We have never gone to this spot before.  This place that is way beyond anything he has ever given me.  Way beyond anything I have ever taken.  The pain like nothing I have ever experienced.  The desire shooting out of my body felt nearly unquenchable.  Blind with pain.  Blind with lust.  Blind in my surrender to it – and to him.

Wolf suddenly withdrew from my pussy – and grunting loudly – jerked his cum all over my hot ass.


He flipped me over onto my back.  This was the first I had seen his face since I was put into the spanking position.  He held me in his gaze for a moment.  As I dropped my eyes I saw that his cock was still hard.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled me up so that I was sitting at the edge of the bed.  I tried to lean to the side to reduce some of the fresh pain that sitting had brought to my ass.  He straightened me and pushed down hard on my shoulders.  There was no doubt about who was in charge.  No thoughts about challenging this Alpha-Wolf-Man.

I took his cock into my mouth.  I massaged his balls with my fingers as he pushed himself far back into my throat.  I pulled back and ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, swirling across the head.

He ordered me to raise my hands for him.  My fingers were laced together and placed on top of my head.  He plunged his cock back into my mouth.

I did as he pleased and kept my hands on top of my head.  He grabbed two fistfuls of hair and used them to hold my head steady as he fucked my mouth.

He came hard and I swallowed him down.


He told me to keep my hands on top of my head.  He told me to sit up straight.  He told me to direct my elbows as far back as I possibly could.  My tits jutted out towards him.  I knew what was coming and my heart started racing.

He found the leather paddle.  He snapped it against the side of my tit.  Hard.  One side.  Than the other.  From the top.  From the bottom.  All over.

My cries returned.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t lighten the force.  He didn’t even slow down.  Instead he took his left hand and brought it up to the other breast.  He skillfully rolled the nipple between his thumb and index finger.

I was crying in pain.  I was moaning with desire.  When I would start to lose my posture he would spank my tits harder.

He went back and forth between the two.  Spanking and punishing one.  Delighting and teasing the other.  Back and forth.  Pain and pleasure.  Hard and soft.  Crying and moaning.  Going crazy…

I was ordered to lay back.  My tits were red and sore and my nipples ached for his attention.  He told me to spread my legs for him as far as I could.

Wolf used the leather paddle to spank the inside of my thighs.  Each slap brought more tears to my eyes.  Each slap made my pussy more wet.  Each slap brought me closer to total release.

I was sobbing again by the time he stopped.  Tears and snot ran down my face.


He spread the lips to my pussy and sucked my clit into his mouth.  He would roll his tongue across it and then let it fall out before he would suck it back up again.  Over and over.  Slowly.  Softly.

I began to uncontrollably buck my hips towards his face.  He pushed me down.  He pulled my knees up and back and held his strong arms across my legs – keeping them spread open and in place – as his hands found their way back to my nipples.

Both hands working both nipples.

Pinch.  Squeeze.  Roll.  Slap.  Roll.  Squeeze.  Pinch.

His tongue working my pussy.

Lick.  Suck.  Bite.  Lapp.  Bite.  Suck.  Lick.

The sobbing scream that escaped from me as I shook and convulsed with an orgasm came from the very depths of my body.  It brought with it all of the pain from the last few weeks.


I was finally released.

We both were.  We had both received what we needed.

He literally spanked and sucked the pain from my body.  I was released through my sobs and my screaming orgasms.

His pain was released though the blows he brought down on my ass, thighs and tits.  Through fucking and then unloading on my ass and down my throat.


I can hardly sit at work today.  My ass bears the marks that he left there.  My tits are sore and remind me of his touch every time my shirt moves across my bare nipples.  My clit hungers for his mouth, his fingers and his cock.

I wonder if my co-workers can tell what I am thinking.  I wonder if they notice how I wince as I sit down at my desk.  I wonder if they know.  I wonder what therapy Wolf has planned for me tonight.

The name game

I have struggled with my first few posts about what to call my man.  I refer to him on here as ‘my man’ and ‘my guy’.  And to me that just sounds….well, kind of dumb.   Ok, honestly, I do sometimes call him that.  But not very often.  I call him by his name.

I don’t feel comfortable using his real name here.  And I really don’t feel comfortable using a fake name.  These aren’t just stories I make up.  This is our life.  To use a different name when I write about how he eats my pussy would just feel strange.  This blog is a way for me to write about our life.  About the things we do.  About how we fuck.  This is my diary.

* * *

Sunday afternoon. . .  He was gone today and I was home alone.  I was missing him.  I went upstairs, grabbed one of my vibrators and came back down to the living room.  I peeled off my clothes and stretched myself out on the over-sized chair.  I was thinking about him as I slid the silicone slowly in and out of my cunt.  I was thinking about him as I turned on the vibrations with it deep inside of me.  I was thinking about him as I pulled it out – all slick and creamy – and pressed it on to my clit…as the other hand traced around my nipples.

I was thinking about how good he makes me feel when he fucks me.  I was thinking about all the different ways he has fucked me.

I gasped quietly as I came – thinking about my favorite…

: : :

He grabs my head and forcefully pushes it down on his cock.  His cock  his cum fill my mouth.

He pushes me down on elbows and knees with my forehead on the mattress – forcing my ass up in to the air.  He spanks me hard – and then he licks, sucks, kisses and bites my ass and pussy.  Then back to spanking me.  And then eating me.  Spanking me.  Eating me.  This goes on for what feels like forever.  I am covered in sweat.  My pussy is gushing like a river. I am delirious and aching for his cock.

He keeps me in position by pushing down on the back of my head  – then plows into my pussy from behind.  He slams his body into mine.  Fast.  Hard.  Rough.

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back.  He sinks his teeth into my neck.  Hard.  He bites me hard while he fucks me from behind.

He growls through his teeth onto my skin as he comes.

He fucks me like an animal.

He fucks me like a wolf.

* * *

He is Wolf.

Getting ready for bed

We walk in the house from a night out over with some friends.  I’ve had a lot to drink.  He was the driver and so is totally sober.  Our friends live about 40 minutes away.  The whole way home I was slowly and lightly toying with his cock.  It started out with my hand just resting on his leg.  Then rubbing his thigh.  Then moving in on his stiffening cock. . .

I just make it in the door when I get a big swat on the ass.  Ouch!  He takes me by the hand and leads me to the dining room.  He sits on the chair and forces me down across his lap.  He lands four or five hard smacks on my ass.  No warm up.  No starting off slow.  Just – bam! – hard smacks right away.

Good girl, he says to me when the spanking stopped.

I smile, and start to stand up.

He grabs my wrist and yanks me back down.  Hard.

Where do you think you are going?

I stammer.   Umm….

Did I tell you it was ok for you to get up?

I stammer some more.  Um….no.

He stands me back up and unzips my jeans.  They – along with my panties – get pulled down to my knees.  And I am sent back down over his knee.

He raises his hand up and sends it flying down on my ass.  I squirm and try to move out of the way.  He adjusts his knees making it more difficult for me to move. He slowly and lightly rubs the now-reddening spot.  He leans over and gently blows on it – cooling it down.  And then lands another spank.  And another.  With my pants around my knees I can’t maneuver out of the reaches of his hands.  And when I try to use a hand to cover myself up he grabs my arm and holds it behind me.   Those big hands.  Damn.  I am completely at his mercy.  He quickens the pace and spanks me several more times.  My ass is on fire.

And then just as quickly as he started, he stops and stands me up.

He straightens my hair and pulls up my panties.

He pulls the jeans off.  He wants to see my red ass.  He likes to admire his handiwork – and the contrast of my red skin against the black lace thong that I am wearing.

He tells me to stand before him and tell him again that I am sorry.  Tell him that next time I will wait until he says it is okay to get up.

I do.  He holds my face in his hands and kisses me.  Then he pushes me down to my knees and brings my head to his lap.  I know what he wants – I can see the bulge through his jeans.  I unbuckle his belt.  Then I undo the button and pull down the zipper.  I reach in and release his cock from his boxers.  I gently lick the head before sucking it up into my  mouth.  I lick and suck his cock and his balls.  I rub across my lips and face.  I suck it deep.   He reaches down and tugs on my nipples.  He pinches them and pulls on them in rhythm with me gulping down his cock.  Occasionally one hand will break away and slap a tit before going back to this continued nipple torture.  His breathing changes and his legs become rigid and I know he is getting  ready to burst.  I tighten the seal around his cock with my lips and swirl my tongue across the head as I slide his shaft in and out of my mouth.  He hooks his fingers into my hair at the back of my head and forcefully pulls my head down tight against him.  His cock pushes down my throat and I swallow up his cum.

Without saying a word he gets up from the table and heads into the kitchen.  He opens up the utensil drawer and pulls out a wooden rice paddle.  Oh!  Still not saying anything – he comes back to the table and stands in front of me.  He gives me the look.  I stand up and lean myself over the table.  I know by now what that look means.  He stands behind me and lightly starts tapping my ass and thighs with the wooden spoon.

Tap.  Rub.  Tap.  Rub.  Tap. Tap. Tap.  The frequency and intensity increase.  Soon he isn’t holding back and is spanking me hard.  Really hard.  He kicks my feet further apart and again holds the arm that I am trying to protect myself with behind my back.  Just when I am thinking that it will never end he drops the rice paddle.  I can’t move.

He ducks back into the kitchen and returns with a jar of coconut oil.  I am still standing bent over the table with my legs spread apart.  It feels cool as he rubs the oil into my skin – but it very quickly becomes warm from the heat radiating off my ass.  His big hands are working it into the flesh. The oil on the burning skin feels good.  His large hands roughly working it in continues the pain.

He twists me around so I am facing him.  He tugs off my t-shirt and yanks off my panties.  He lifts me up on the table and lays me back.  He bends my knees and plants my feet on the table.  He spreads my legs further apart.  My cunt is fully exposed.  He picks the paddle back up.  He slaps my pussy with the paddle.  Again.  Again.  Seven times.  The spankings were enough to get me dripping.  Sucking his cock always makes me wet.  After this I was drenched.  I could feel my juices slipping out of my cunt and running down my ass.

He sits down on the chair and slides it up to the table.  My cunt is in his face.  He lands his lips directly on my clit and starts licking and sucking.  It is gentle and slow and the exact opposite of the pain he just finished unleashing.  He is sucking lightly on my clit – but he continues to twist and pinch my now aching nipples.  My burning ass is hot and tender on the wooden table.  My cunt is on fire from the spanking and from the desire he is sucking out of it.  I am wracked with that delicious combination of pain and pleasure.  I am sweating and screaming as I cum into his mouth.

I think that we are done.  But he isn’t.  He is completely sober and wide awake and ready to make the most of my drunken willingness.  I’m always willing, really.  I will try anything and have never turned him down.  But the sex is still different with this dynamic.  He can be more aggressive – take me harder and spank me longer this way.  He is taking advantage of the situation.

He bends down and picks up the jar of coconut oil again.  He scoops some out and rubs his hands together to liquefy it.  Then he pushes my legs back and further apart – exposing my ass.  He rubs oil onto my asshole.  He adds more and rubs it in.  Then he slides in a finger – and quickly another.  He is fucking me with those thick fingers.  He continues to finger-fuck my ass and he bends down and returns to sucking my pussy.  I can hardly breathe.

He is nibbling on my clit with his teeth and using the hand that isn’t working my ass he unbuttons his pants.  He grabs more oil and slathers it on his cock.  He removes the fingers from my ass and plunges his cock in their place.

He braces himself by holding on to my tits as he plows his cock in and out of my ass.  He  pounds and pounds and pounds into me.  He isn’t holding back.  He has me stretched out from his fingers so he doesn’t need to start slow.  He sinks himself all the way into my ass.  Quickly.  Roughly.  In and out and in and out.  It  feels like I can’t take anymore.  His strength is overpowering.  His hands too strong.  His cock to wide. The table too hard under my sore ass.  I surrender my body to him and turn to complete jelly in my man’s skillful hands.  Those strong hands that are pinching and squeezing my tits.  Using them to keep pulling me closer to him as he fucks and fucks and fucks me.

I scream and shake as I come again.  And he emptys his balls into my ass.

He rests there for a minute before untangling himself from between my legs.  His cum drips out of my ass as his cock softens and he pulls himself free.  He gives me a kiss and wipes the tears from my eyes.  He gives a nipple a little suck and tweaks the other.  He lifts me off of the table and tells me that I belong to him.  Completely to him.

And he says he needs to take a shower to clean the pussy juice that I have left all over him.

He takes me in with him.

I wash his body first with soap and water.  And then with my tongue.  I am on my knees – on the floor of the shower – licking my man clean.  His cock rises again.

He stands me up and spins me around.  He slams me up against the shower wall and takes me again.

His cum runs out of my pussy and down my leg and is washed down the drain with the hot water.

We step out of the shower and begin toweling off.  He tells me to bend over – to put my hands on the edge of the tub.  He unleashes another round of spanking on my wet ass.  The sound of his hands slapping my ass fills the small room.  He takes his time.  He is in no rush.  My arms and legs are shaking as I try to stay in position.  I know he sees my desire begin to trickle down my leg.  He continues spanking me until he decides it is time to stop.

He tells me that I can stand up.  That it is time to head upstairs.

We crawl in to bed.

His head dives down between my legs.  My legs rest on his back and shoulders – I have no strength left to hold them up myself.  He sucks another orgasm from me.

We fall asleep.  Exhausted.  Limbs all tangled together.

Dinner Party

Last night we had a dinner party.  It was for 10 people.  I cooked and cleaned all day.  Mostly cooked.  He did a bulk of the cleaning.  We like having friends over – and I love to cook.  So dinner parties are usually a good time over here.

Candles were lit.  Music was on.  Friends arrived.  Drinks were served.  Dinner was soon ready.  We all had a great time.

It was after 1:00AM when the last of the guests arrived.  I was slowly moving around the kitchen starting to clean things up.  I was tired from cooking all day.  And sleepy from a fair amount of whiskey and lots of laughs with our friends.  He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.  I sunk back into his embrace and closed my eyes.  I was feeling all cozy and content wrapped up in his strong arms.

Then he growled in my ear.  The dishes can wait.  Get up to the bedroom and get yourself ready for me.

Usually this means it is time for a punishment.  I was confused.  The night had seemed to go perfect.  But I know now better than to argue or question him when he gets that tone in his voice.  So I dropped the towel on the counter and headed to our bedroom.

Get ready for me.  That is what he said.  Since I wasn’t sure what I had done wrong I didn’t know what the punishment was going to be.  Plus – as I mentioned – I was nice and loopy from the whiskey – so I wasn’t able to think all that clearly.  I decided it was best to be prepared for whatever he had in mind.

I took off my clothes and put them away.  I put on a short nightgown that he likes.  I pulled out the toy-box and set it on his nightstand.  I dimmed the lights and turned on some music.  Then I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him.

He came up shortly.  He looked at me approvingly – so I must have guessed right.

He walked up to me – slowly removing his belt as he did.  He kicked my legs apart and stood between them – looking me in the eye the whole time.  He looped his belt in half and gave me a few swats on the thighs.  I felt myself start to get wet.  A few more swats – harder this time.  Holding me in his gaze.  Soaking wet.

He told me to not move.  Then he disappeared into the closet.  He came out just wearing his boxers.

He scooped me up roughly in his arms and tossed me back on the bed.  He reached down and yanked off that little nighty that I was wearing. Never taking his eyes away from mine he reached into his box of tricks and pulled out the restraints.  Uh-oh.  What was going to happen that I would need the restraints?  I have gotten really disciplined about not pulling away from him.  I had been working a lot on that because I know he likes how I can take his punishments.  How I take them as if I was restrained – when really the only thing holding me there is my will.

I was quickly shackled and spread out on the bed.  The music was turned up louder.  He came up and sat by my head.  Holding me up as far as the restraints would allow – he poured some more whiskey down my throat.  And then he took a piece of silk and wrapped it around my eyes.  He kissed my forehead.

The bed shifted under his weight as he climbed up on top of me.  He was on all fours – hovering over my body.  He started kissing me hard and deep.  He sunk his teeth deep into my neck.  He came back up and poured more whisky into me.  My head was starting to spin.  He started lightly tracing my nipples with his fingers.  He pinched and twisted them – lightly and gently.  I moaned and arched my back trying to get them closer to him.  He alternated sucking on one and pinching and slapping the other – back and forth and back and forth.  I was lost in it.

This didn’t feel like a typical punishment.  And I still didn’t know what I could have done wrong.  The whiskey was swimming in my head.  I was tied down and blindfolded and the music was playing loudly.  All I could focus on were those strong hands of his and what they were doing to my hungry nipples.  I managed to squeak out a question.  He stopped and slid back up to me.

What did you say baby?  He reached down and pinched a nipple hard.

I moaned uncontrollably and repeated my question.  Please tell me what I did wrong, so that I know how to please you next time.  My only desire is to please you, I said.

He lifted up my head and slid more whiskey down my throat.

He lowered himself down close and whisper-growled in my ear.  Oh baby.  You were perfect.  Everything was perfect.  This isn’t punishment.  This is a reward for your good behavior.  You were a very good girl tonight.  You were my cook.  You were my maid.  Now you are going to be my whore.  My pussy gushed.

With that he slid back down to my aching breasts.  He pulled the nipples up in his teeth and slapped them across their sides.  He rolled the nipples around and around between this thick fingers.

He reached into the whiskey glass and pulled out an ice cube.  He held it in his teeth and traced his way down my belly.

He positioned his body in-between my spread eagle’d legs.  He took his fingers and pulled the lips slowly apart.  He rolled my clit around in his mouth.  He dragged his tongue from my slit back up to my clit and down again.  He sat on the ottoman at the end of the bed and slowly but methodically ate his way right through me.  I was moaning and screaming and panting with desire.  God.  He is so fucking good at this.  He let the lips fall back into place and moved his hands back up to my tits.  Rolling my nipples with his fingers and my clit with his tongue.  No wonder he tied me down.  I would have been on the ceiling if he hadn’t.  I needed to catch my breath.

He knows my body so well.  I guess that happens after being together for as long as we have.  He knew.  And he slowed down.  He came back up to the top of the bed.  Held my face as he kissed me and pushed his tongue into my mouth.  I tasted whiskey and my pussy.

He slapped my face hard and leaned down to growl again in my ear.  This is just a break.  I’m not done with you yet, my sweet little whore.  And don’t you dare come until I tell you it is time, okay?

Somehow I managed to agree.

He grabbed a pillow and slid it underneath my ass.  He re-arranged the leg tethers so that my knees were pulled up closer to me. This pushed my sex out closer to him.  I am pretty sure he had that in mind.

He bit my clit.  He slid a finger in and out of my cunt.  He licked my ass.

He went back to the toy-box and pulled out the container of coconut oil.  He dipped his fingers in it – then back in my ass – and over and over until my ass was just as wet as my poor cunt.  My body was aching for release.  Every nerve stood on end.

He grabbed the fat metal plug from the toy-box and pushed it steadily into my ass.


I felt like I was going to come – but I knew he didn’t want that .  I tried to concentrate on just breathing.

Back to my pussy.  My guy eats my pussy like crazy.  How can he possibly expect me to not come?  His tongue rolling my clit and a thick metal plug up my ass.  All while drunk and tethered to the bed…

He stopped eating my pussy and started twisting the plug around.  Spinning it around, pulling it out and sliding it back in.  I was shaking.  He asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.  He told me to ask him to fuck me.  Only when he was fucking me would he let me come.  My voice was shaky – but between moans (he was still fucking me with the butt plug) I begged him to fuck me.  Please, show me some mercy and fuck me.  Please, give me your cum.  Please empty your balls into my pussy.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please!

With one last good twist he shoved the plug back firmly into my ass.  Oh god – he was going to leave that in!

He left me tied up and blindfolded as he climbed on top.  I felt his cock slide into my mouth.  I sucked on him until he was hard as a rock.  He slid back down and rammed his cock inside me.

Filled up with metal plug in my ass and a thick cock in my cunt.  Tied down so I couldn’t hardly move.  I was going out of my mind as he pounded in and out of me.  Over and over and over.  This man of mine can go and go and go.  And he did.  The pillow was still under my ass lifting me up to him.  So he hit my clit every time he slid into me.  I shook and sweat and screamed until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I asked him if I could please come now.  He didn’t answer right away – he was breathing hard now too – fucking me like there was no tomorrow.  Showing me no mercy with his greedy cock.

He finally said yes and I exploded all over him.  He fucked me while I came a second time.  Then he moved back up to my head and fucked my mouth until he came.  He knows how I love it when he feeds me his cock and then his cum.  I gobbled them both down like a hungry slut.

We laid there for awhile catching our breath.  He removed the blindfold.  Looking me in the eyes he told me how much he loved me, and told me again what a good girl I had been tonight.  I was his beautiful cook, maid and whore.

He got up and started loosening the tethers.  But he didn’t remove them completely.

I looked at him questioningly.

I’m not done with you yet, he said.  This is just another break.  I need to eat more of that fine pussy of yours and make sure you know how much I appreciate you.

Oh dear god.  I almost came again just from that.  I love how he eats me out.

He made me come six more times before he thought I had been rewarded enough.  He came another time in my mouth and also unloaded in my cunt.

He untied me and held me in his arms and we went to sleep as the sun rose on the new day.