Monday Night Release

I truly hate Mondays. I'm a stay at home mom who loves having a houseful of kids, noise and rukus. On Mondays, though, everyone is gone and I'm left in a quiet house. Oh, I have my chores to complete, which is the only thing that keeps me off the couch! I decide on the week's meals, do the shopping, clean the bathrooms and kitchen. By then, it's time to start on dinner for the family - Husband and the four kids. Everyone helps clean up and then it's time for homework. Once the kids are in their beds (second floor) Husband and I go to our room (basement floor). Once there, if I have completed my Monday chores to both of our satisfactions, I am rewarded. Truly, THIS is what keeps my depression at bay. THIS is why I stay off the couch and keep the television turned off. THIS is what assures me that I'll make it through four more days of quietness.

This is my Monday Night Release.

Hot Seat

Nope. I'm not in trouble. I've been very good in fact. Still, Milord wanted to try out something new. He calls it the "Hot Seat" and tells me that after this first "experiment" it will be used only for punishment or display. Today, though, he will use it for both to see how it works. I could back out of this, but I won't. I'm curious as well and besides, I love the look of pride on his face when I agree to do something new even though I know I will be pushed to my  limits.

First, he fucks me. No making love, a good, hard fucking. He leaves my pussy in peace (damn it all to hell) and uses my anus. He's not cruel. He used a ton of lube and for that I'm grateful. Still, he took his time and I thought my body would split open. He refused to allow me to cum and this was more than I could manage. Naturally, I failed. When I did, he pumped his seed deep into my body. He then scolded me for having disobeyed a simple command (he's right!) until I was crying from shame.

Next, he pulls me over his lap and lays his hand across my bottom. I couldn't help myself. After the first 10 or so strokes, I pushed my hand over my ass to protect it. MISTAKE!! Now I was in for a real punishment. And a real punishment it was! He told me to pick a number - I HATE this game. If I'm wrong, I guess again until I guess the number he has in mind. For each incorrect guess, he adds another five swats. 10? Nope. 15? Closer, but not. 20? That's it - plus an extra 10 for the two incorrect answers. Milord is not cruel, as I said, but he is strict. Quickly, his hand came down on each cheek, my tender sit spot and my upper thighs - 30 times. I was sobbing by this time, my face a mess of redness and tears. He turned me over, kissed me and told me I'd taken my punishment like a good girl should. Now was the time for the real experiment now. The Hot Seat. He carried me to our walk-in closet and there, in there, in the middle of the room, was a chair. It had adjustable legs so that my legs could pushed together or spread into a wide V. My arms would be restrained as could my neck. But the truly terrifying part? In the center of the seat was an enormous plug. I began to sob and beg and cry, all of which he soothed but ignored. He stood me in front of the chair and told me to sit. The plug would go up my anus and I could adjust the speed in which I went down. Still crying, I did so, slowly. Glory be it was big, but no bigger than I've taken before. Then, he placed my legs on the chair, secured them and spread them wide. He also tied my shoulders to the back of the chair and at this point, I was captive. He laughed, noting how wet my pussy was. He ticked my clit and fingered my cunt until I was screaming for release and then - he stopped. He kissed me and said he'd be back to check on later. I cried and begged him to stay, but he laughed and closed the door. Now, I was in darkness, frustrated, and bound. He kept me this way, edging, tender, checking on me often but never allowing any type of release for hours. Finally, he did release me. I fell to the floor, my anus tender, by beaten bottom hot and I begged for release. He smiled, held my chin up and said, "You may have all the release you want, but only from sucking my cock."

I have a strong feeling that Milord will be using the Hot Seat often.

Public Corner Time

My Lord disciplines me regularly. I have a smart mouth and a stubborn streak about the width of a five lane highway. I truly want to curb these tendencies, and so He is very strict with me. Last night, for instance, he asked me a question and I gave a flippant answer. I ignored his warning look. He asked what I did all day (he was just curious) and I answered with: What difference does it make?
Yep. That did it. We have rule. He doesn't wait to discipline me. He does it immediately, even if we are in public. Thankfully, we were at home this time - in our front room. He will spank me with whatever he has available. His belt, a rolled up magazine, his hand, a wooden spoon. In anticipation of my poor behavior, My Lord has prepared and placed various implements in discrete locations in every room of our home. A wooden paddle in a kitchen cabinet, a cane leaning against the fireplace. Tonight, though,he is satisfied with his hand. Oh, and did I mention I must be nude during all discipline sessions? Or as close to nude as possible if it is in public (Yes, he has pulled my skirt up, lowered my drawers and spanked me on a park bench before. He shows no mercy aside from warming up my bottom before the real spanking begins. Twenty swats - ten on each cheek and I'm crying, weeping, begging forgiveness. Finally he stops, rubs my bottom but tells me he has a special corner time planned for me. I nod, but I'm not nervous. Standing in a corner? big deal. I'm not afraid of a corner. Corners don't bother me a bit. Then, reality hits me and I realize he is well aware of this so he must, indeed, have something "special planned.

And he does. I'm still over his lap and I hear him open the drawer to an end table. He fingers my bottom hole and I feel something cold enter it. I squirm and plead. He shushes me and places a hand on my lower back. I feel a cold hardness enter me and I tense up. He smacks my bottom again and I relax and the anal hook enters my hole. He gathers my hair into a ponytail, ties it and then ties the other end to the top of the hook, ensuring that I cannot bow my head. Then, he stands me up. I have tears running down my face and when I reach up to wipe them away, he catches my wrist and loops a rope over it. He then walks me to the large picture window and I panic. I pull against him and he gives me a look which stops me cold. I try to look down, but my tied hair stops me. He attaches first one wrist then the other to the hooks hidden behind the curtains.

For fifteen minutes I must remain here - in my "special" corner. Luckily, we live on the third floor of a lovely condo building, but three floors is not high enough to hid my nakedness from the public. If anyone happens to look up, they will see me in all my shameful glory. My bottom is throbbing, my anus is plugged, I cannot bow my head and my face, I'm sure, is redder than my ass. My Lord is a master disciplinarian.

We have gotten into a rut so Mister has decided on an experiment and I have agreed. For the next week, we will transport ourselves to a former time. He will be a gentlemen and I his Lady. We will erase the past 150 years or so and go back to a time when women ran the household and men provided and protected. Just to add to the illusion, we will even dress the part, use candles or flamed lamps, no internet or other electrical devices. We will, naturally, splurge and have modern plumbing - on this I insisted. We will stay at a lovely cottage in an isolated wooded area. The home will be heated with a fireplace and braziers.

I will wear traditional clothing - split bloomers, corset, long dresses. I will be spanked nightly, ritualistically. I will not count the swats - that would imply I am to have knowledge of what has come. Rather, he will decide what is reasonable. I will give him head or spread my legs for him whenever he wishes to execute his husbandly rights. He has an arsenal of tools and toys he may use on me at his discretion. Just the act of preparing for this week has left me soft, tender, wet and happy. He smiles at me more, gently speaks to me, compliments me. For my part, I see his strength, am aware of the nuances of his voice, his eyes. Yes, I think this week could be the beginning of a very, very positive change in our relationship.