ScoutsHonor

I have a tumblr blog.  I figured I'd throw the link up here:

http://subtledreamsofsubmission.tumblr.com

- I had this idea and I liked the premise of the story but I'm not happy with the execution at   all so I ended the story early.  I may go back and pick it up in the future but no promises.

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Grace knew she was in trouble. Keith had been so silent since they left his parents house and that was never a good sign.

She had done it without thinking; that small touch on his arm during dinner as he was speaking with his dad. To everyone else it was only a loving touch of a wife but they both knew the meaning behind it. That touch meant something like, “I don't like what you are saying and I'd like for you to shut your mouth.” It was rude and unacceptable and she knew it. They had had numerous discussions about it in the past. About how it was out of line and wouldn't be tolerated. The last time she had done it he had warned that he was done talking and next time there would be consequences.

At the table all Keith did was glance quickly at Grace before casually asking her to pass the peas. As the message sank in and she removed her hand in order to grab the serving dish a ball of nerves grew in the pit of her stomach. A half an hour later the nerves grew worse when Keith thanked his parents for the meal and announced that it was time that he and Grace headed home.

When he announced that they had “Things to take care of at home.” she gasped out loud. Quickly covering it with a cough when her mother-in-law gave her an odd look. In the car it was cold and silent as Keith drove and Grace sat in the passenger seat staring at her reflection in the dark window and worrying over the evening to come. When they were almost home she felt a warm hand close over hers and give her a reassuring squeeze. She glanced over at her husband to see the sad disappointed look on his face and tears sprung to her eyes.

“Keith...” she broke the silence. “I'm so sorry...”

“Shhh... We'll talk at home.”

Less than a minute later they pulled into the garage and Keith quickly came around to open Grace's door. He pulled her to him and kissed the tip of her nose before beginning in a firm voice.

“Go up to our room and get your hair brush. I want to see you in the den in less than 90 seconds.”

With that he turned and went in to the house. Grace quickly ran upstairs to get the brush and made it to Keith in time. He sat in his recliner and beckoned her to him. When she was standing in front of him he tugged her hands so knelt down in front of him.

“Tell me why I'm upset Grace.”

“Because I did the silent shut up thing.” She look away ashamed.

“Look at me.” She met his eyes with tears in hers. “Why are you crying?”

“Because...” she paused thinking. “I'm sorry I was rude and disrespectful. I'm ashamed and I'm also afraid of my punishment.”

“You should be. How many times have I told you that behavior is unacceptable?”

“Too many.”

“At least 15 so that's how many spanking you are getting. Stand up and pull down your pants.”

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- Oh and by the way this is just a story, not a fantasy.  Women who act like Grace did bug me.

A big part of writing it reading.  In order to write I have to read what others are writing so that I can discover what I do and don't like.

This is the link to the most recent thing I've read: http://www.literotica.com/s/bad-girl-20

I hate the end and the girl is far more of a brat than me but I love the way he is stern and commanding with her while being gentle and loving.  I often wonder and fear that my hesitation and unsureness comes across as teasing so I really like how the guy can see past her teasing (it would be nervousness in my case) and take the command she needs him to take.

The Game Part 2 (Yep, it's a thing)

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“The handcuffs?” You teased as you tossed my naked body on the bed.

“uh-huh.” I whimpered.

“Well... you did do well with your spankings and you were good for most of the game...” It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut as you thought out loud. I twisted around so I was on top of the covers on my back and I propped my head on a pillow as my eyes begged you to say yes and to play with me.

You finally turned and walked to the closet and I let out a breath that I hadn't known I had been holding. When you returned not only did you have your handcuffs in your left hand but in your right was an assortment of ties and cloth belts.

“If we are going to play it's going to be my way. Understand little one?”

“Yes sir.” I whispered.

“Lift your head.” I raised my head from the pillow and closed my eyes as I felt the green satin tie slide over them. I could feel your hand linger on my cheek for a moment and in my minds eye I could see you admiring the green against my red hair. To be honest when I bought the tie for your birthday this is what I had in mind for it. I knew you would like it on you but love it on me.

I sighed softly as your hand left my face and trailed slowly down my body. Griping my throat gently, firm enough to make my heart speed up but not enough to frighten me. Flitting over my nipples making them want more of you and tickling my hips causing them to thrust up. Finally your fingers skirted over the little patch of ginger curls and clamped down on my hot wet pussy.

“My my... little one... you are so wet.”

I whimpered in response.

“What is it sweet girl? What do you want?”

“Y...you sir.... please.”

“Be more specific little one. Use your words or you don't get to cum.”

“I... I want you to... to put your fingers in me... ummm... three of them please.”

I felt your index finger side in me and my hips thrust up, my hands flew to your wrist and held your hand to my pussy.

“No... no Michelle.” You admonished. You pulled your hand from me causing me to cry out. My own small finder took your place in me and for a moment I rubbed my clit trying to find the release I needed. It didn't last long though for in an instant you had my hands handcuffed to the headboard.

“No... I wanna cum!” I whined.

You kissed my forehead. “You wanted the handcuffs.”

“Not any more!” I protested.

“To late.” You moved around to the foot of the bed and within seconds my legs were spread eagle and the rope belts secured them to the bed posts. I listened hard to guess where in the room you were but it wasn't until your fingers, all three that I had asked for, plunged into my cunt and I let out a howl.

You pistoned in and out getting me even wetter. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Ummm it... it feels... good.” I stammered.

Your fingers stilled in the most frustrating way.

“Good how?”

“Umm I feel stretched out and my clit is swollen and I... I don't know sir it just feels amazing!” I cried.

Your fingers slipped from me and you brought them to my lips.

“Suck. Good girl.” I eagerly lapped my juices from your hand tasting my need and desire for you.

I felt the bed dip beside me and then felt you position yourself over my chest facing my head. You pulled your fingers from my mouth and propped my head up with another pillow or two. It wasn't until I felt your hard cock at my lips that I realized that at some point you had gotten undressed. You didn't even have to tell me to suck because the moment I realized what was happening I eagerly opened my mouth and let you in. I swirled my tongue around the tip before tightening my lips around your shaft and letting you pump in and out fucking my mouth. I gaged a bit as you hit the back of my throat and you let up a bit murmuring. “It's ok baby, we'll work on that another time.”

Too soon you pulled out of my mouth but I got over it when I felt you rubbing my clit. “You know Michelle. If you had pulled todays stunt during the Super Bowl I would have tied you up like this, put a bit of IcyHot right here...” You pinched my clit. “A low vibe right here...” You pushed one finger in my pussy. “A large plug here...” you tapped my tight ass. “And left you here... Oh with the ball gag in also.”

I whimpered partly from fear but also arousal. “Ye...yes Sir... I'll be on my best behavior during that game.” I made a mental note to throw a Super Bowl party so I'd be safe.

Finally you positioned yourself at my entrance and without warning plunged deep in me. I cried out from the sensation of you hot and hard filling me and stretching me.

“OH... Oh master!”

“Oh sweet girl...” You grunted. “So fucking tight!” I lost all track of time as you fucked me hard and fast. Taking pleasure in your sub.

“Oh please sir!” I begged as I felt the pleasure and sensations rising. “OH please may I cum!”

“Wait for it baby.” You grunted. “In and out you thrusted. Pulling until you almost were out of my cunt and then pushing hard and rough back in my wet tight hole. “Ok baby! NOW!”

Just then I felt you cum. Ropes of hot thick sperm coating my cervix and pushing me over the edge. Deep in me my cunt spammed and I spiraled through space all the muscles in my body tightening at once before I crashed back down to earth and my body went limp.

I don't know how long we laid there, me still tied to the bed and you half way on top of me. After a while your hand began to caress my body absentmindedly caressing me until it reached my cheek where it rested a moment before you pushed the blindfold off my face. I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the light before I could gaze into your eyes as you kissed my lips and pushed my sweaty hair off my forehead.

“Sir... my wrists kinda ache.” I murmured breaking the silence.

You quickly undid the handcuffs and rubbed my arms to get the blood flowing again before untying my feet as well. Then you were back on the bed taking me in your arms.

“I love you little one, but about the rest of your punishment...”

“Yeah?” I asked nervously?

“You still need to work on expressing what you are thinking to me. So I want you to write todays events as a story from your point of view. Understand?”

“Yes sir... but wasn't this better than the post-game?”  

The Game  Part 1

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“Michelle!” I was passing the doorway to the family room on my way to put the laundry away when I heard you call for me. I poked my head in to see you watching the football game... again. I hate football season.

“Yeah?”

“After you're finished with that come sit with me.”

I sighed silently under my breath, the last thing I wanted to do was watch the game. But at least it meant time with you. Even if I had to share it with that stupid ball. “Ok.” I smiled. “May I grab a book to read?”

“Sure babe.”

I quickly put the laundry away and grabbed the book I'd been reading off my nightstand and hurried back to you. I settled on the floor by your knee and leaned against your chair as your hand came to rest on my head. A glance at the screen told me the second quarter had just gotten underway and with you absentmindedly playing with my hair I got lost in the pages of my book until I felt a gentle tug on my scalp and your voice getting my attention.

“Little one.”

I looked up and smiled. “yes sir?”

“Go make me sandwich will you.”

“Ok.” I hopped up, glad to have something to do for you. I was halfway to the kitchen when I heard your voice call after me.

“Make one for yourself also.”

“I'm not hungry.” I called back.

“I didn't ask if you were Michelle. Don't argue.”

I blushed and swallowed hard. “Yes sir, I'm sorry.”

The half time show was almost over when I handed you your sandwich and sat back down on the floor with mine.

“Sir?”

“Yeah?”

“How much longer is the game?”

“About an hour and a half or so. Why?”

“Well I was wondering if... if maybe when it's over we could do something else?”

“Like what?”

I could see from the look in your eye you knew exactly what I wanted but lately you had this thing about me articulating my thoughts and desires. I blushed and gulped.

“Well umm... we could... we could play...”

“Play?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah... like... in the bedroom.”

I was saved by the announcer signaling that the game was back on and I settled in to eat my sandwich and pretend to read my book as I thought about what I would rather be doing right then. After a while I crawled up into your lap and sat cuddled in your arms. My head rested on your chest as we watched the game. Well you watched the game and I watched the count down. When there was a commercial I wiggled off your lap.

“I'm going to the bathroom. Is that ok?”

“Yeah baby.” You assured me and I hurried out of the room and towards the bedroom with a sneaky grin on my face. Once in the bedroom I quickly pulled off my dress and stepped out of my panties. I used the bathroom, so I wouldn't have been lying, and grabbed a few things from the chest at the foot of the bed.

I was halfway into the room when you glanced from the TV to me.

“Wha...” You stammered and swallowed hard.

I smiled, laid the things I had brought on the coffee table, and knelt, my naked body facing you. Without a word I picked up the nipple clamps and tweaked my nipples until they stood erect, then I slowly added the clamps, the ones with the little bells, to each nipple. The game still had twenty minutes on the clock and was tied. I could see the frustration on your face and the bulge in your pants grow as you kept glancing from me to the game.

“What are you doing?”

“I'm showing you what I want to do when the game is over.” I grinned.

You sighed “You are also being a tease and a naughty girl. Go stand in your corner. I'll be over to talk to you in a bit.” I reached to undo the clamps. “NO!” You barked. “You wanted them on, they can stay until I say so.”

“Yes sir.” I whispered and moved to the corner.

After ten minutes or so I heard a time out get called and you stood up and came over to me. My eyes didn't dare leave the corner so I jumped when all of the sudden I felt your hands on my back and then slide around to my breasts. You squeezed them firmly and I moaned before you tugged hard and quick on the clamps, making me yelp as you ripped them off.

“Shh..” you murmured in my ear before biting the lobe. “You wanted to play so let me explain how this game is going to go.”

I nodded.

“You are going to stand here with your hands on your head and your nose touching the wall until the game is over, and it's looking like there might be overtime.” I whimpered. “Then, if my team wins we will go into the bedroom. If my team loses you get a spanking.”

“Why?” I interrupted, and felt a sharp slap on my ass.

“Because I said so.” I felt you move away for a moment before returning to my side. One by one you placed each of my hands on the top of my head. Then you kicked my legs wider and pushed my head closer to the wall until my behind stuck out a bit. “Oh... and if you let this fall out I'm watching the post game show and you are staying here.” and with that you shoved the smaller of my butt plugs that I had put on the coffee table into my ass.

I moaned as it slid in. “Shh... or I'll have to grab the gag that you so sweetly brought out with you.” you kissed my temple and returned to the couch. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as I clenched my ass tight and tried to keep my mind off of my arms that had fallen asleep and were sending sharp tingling sensations down them. Finally I heard cheering from the television and I almost began to cry when I felt you slide the plug from me and take me in your arms. I sagged against you.

“You did good staying in position little one. Twenty five minutes, very impressive.”

“Who won?” I looked up nervously.

“The Niners.” You smiled back at me. “But you still get a spanking for being a tease, just not as many.”

I looked down before nodding. “Yes sir. Then can we play?”

You laughed and led me over to the couch. Silently you sat and pulled me over your lap. I relaxed as your warm hand caressed my back in circles. “Why did you get naked and bring your toys out here?”

I swallowed hard. This was the part I'm bad at, the part we have been working on. Me expressing what is on my mind and what I'm feeling. “Um... I... I was jealous.”

“Jealous?” You prompted.

“Yeah... of the game. I wanted your attention and I was tiered of waiting.”

“That was very childish of you Michelle.”

“Yes sir.” I whispered.

“I am only going to give you five with the brush right now but this evening over dinner we'll discuss the rest of your punishment.”

“Yes sir... thank you sir.”

I closed my eyes tight and bit my lip as you bent over to grab the brush. The hits came hard and fast and by the end I was in tears. Gently you pulled me up into your arms and rocked me for a bit.

“Next time are you going to use your words rather than trying to manipulate me?”

I nodded against your chest.

“Michelle!” you sighed. “Words.”

“Sorry... yes sir I'll try better to tell you what I am feeling and what I want.”

“Good.” You picked me up. “Now lets see what we can do about that playing you wanted to do little one.”

I giggled knowing that all was forgiven. “Can we use the handcuffs?”

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Part two may or may not be a thing.

A new story written in first person:

I felt his arm wrap around my waist after we had hugged his parents goodbye. They had stayed for the long holiday weekend and now they were getting into their car for the long drive home. I jumped and shot a look at my husband as his hand made it's way to the button on my jeans but he pretended not to notice and kept waving as his father backed out of the drive. As the car started to disappear around the corner at the end of the street he flicked the button undone and as I gasped he planted his lips on mine. When he finally pulled away for air I whispered breathlessly.

“Darling! The neighbors!”

“Well then.” He laughed. “We had better get you inside.” and with that he spun me around and swatted my butt to get me moving.

I giggled and hurried towards the open door.

Inside my husband pulled me to him again and kissed me deeply and passionately before telling me. “Go take a nice relaxing bath. I'll come for you when I'm ready. Okay?”

“Okay.” I smiled sweetly before turning to obey.

Once in the bathroom I began to fill the deep tub that I loved so so much with steaming water and peach scented bubbles. I slipped off the lavender leggings and navy tunic I had been wearing and lowered myself into the luxurious bath. The water almost burned my skin and turned it a soft rose color. I felt the tension of a weekend playing hostess to my in-laws fade away and after a few long minutes of lying still I carefully shaved my body and began to wash my hair.

My head was still covered in shampoo when the door quietly opened and a cool breeze drifted over my hot flesh making me shiver. Without a word my dear husband knelt down beside the tub and took over rinsing my hair. With one hand he held my head slightly submerged in the water and with the other he used a cup to pour water over my hair. Once my locks were shampoo free he, without a word, took my hand and pulled me up out of the water and wrapped me in a towel. But not before letting his eyes wander over my pink flesh.

“You had the water too hot again.”

“But I like it that way.”

“Well I like my wife not to resemble a lobster.”

“I don't.”

“Don't argue.” He kissed the pout from my lips. “Or pout.”

Without giving me a chance to respond he swept me up in his arms and carried me out into our bedroom. I had expected him to take me to the bed and from the lump against my hip I knew he wanted too but instead he deposited me on the arm chair by the window. I whimpered but was shushed as he took the towel from my body and moved behind the chair to dry my hair. As he began to comb out my strands I closed my eyes and relaxed. At least until I felt the silk against my face. My hands flew up to the blindfold across my eyes.

“What...?”

“Shh” Was all he said as he came around to in front of me.

I leaned back in the oversized chair and whimpered softly as I felt his cool hands caress my warm skin. First up and down my arms relaxing me. Then as soft as butterfly wings his fingers ticked my collarbones and flitted down my sides before returning to my breasts. More firmly now he took them in his hands and squeezed slightly and began to roll my nipples between his fingertips. Of it's own freewill my chest thrust into his strong hands and I moaned with need.

“Please...” I gasped.

“Shh.” Was his only reply and in a second his presence was gone and I could hear him over by the bed for a moment before he returned to me. My breaths were short and filled with need and I could only nod when he asked if I was ready.

My body was running through my veins when his hands pushed my legs apart. Slowly he stretched my legs wider and wider until a knee was over each arm of the chair and my behind was close to falling off the chair.

“Don't move.” he growled and in less than a second I could feel a silky rope slip over my ankle and be tied to the chair.

“Wha... What are you doing?”

His only reply was to secure the other foot.

“Da...Darling? What...?”

“Shh... If I have to tell you again I'll grab the gag.” We both knew how much I hated the gag and that shut me up.

I could hear him kneeling in front of the chair again but still I jumped a bit when his hands touched my inner thighs. Starting at my knee he caressed up and down getting closer and closer to my freshly shaved pussy.

“Thank you sweet girl.” He began before placing a kiss on the inside of my left knee. “For being amazing this weekend.” Then he began to slowly kiss higher and higher up my leg. “You kiss were kiss the kiss perfect kiss hostess.”

It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut and my arms at my sides but still my hips circled in anticipation for his lips.

“And I figured you deserved a reward.”

I moaned.

I couldn't help but cry out as his mouth finally reached my pussy. His soft tongue lapped feverishly at my lips before his teeth found my clit and bit down gently. Tugging it and softly sucking. My hands flew to his hair and I held his head to my pussy. After a minute his hand found my pussy as well and without warning he shoved two fingers deep in me, making my hips thrust up and a cry come from my mouth. My fingers clenched his hair tighter and I pressed myself as close to him as my bindings allowed. I lost all self control when his tongue flattened against my hard clit and ground against it.

“OH Oh please can I cum?” I begged.

He nodded and almost instantly I squirted into his mouth and felt my body fall over the edge into a field of rainbow stars. Once I came back to earth I found myself on the bed with my now naked husband beside me and the blindfold gone. With one hand he was running his fingers over my pussy lips and in the other was my nemesis the ball gag.

“But... but...”

“But nothing. I warned you.” He smiled his cocky grin and slipped the thing into my mouth. Before straddling my body he pulled out the ropes again and secured me to the headboard by my wrists. Once I was nice and helpless he plunged deep into my body to take care of that lump I had felt earlier.

It was dark and quiet when Zach came in the front door, just like every night that he worked late.  Everything was just as he had left it when he left for work hours before.  His cold coffee still sat on the half wall between the dining room and the kitchen; the remote was still wedged between the couch cushions and his dirty boots still lie on the floor in the entry hall.  In essence his bachelor pad hadn't been touched.  Still something about it all felt off to him, maybe it was the faint floral sent that hung in the air or the fact that the room was warmer than he had expected.  He could have sworn he switched the heater off when he left that morning.  He felt his body tense up has he quietly went up to his bedroom, checking the den and spare room the way.  Nothing was out of place and he started to feel ridiculous that he had imagined an intruder in his house.  Until he opened the bedroom door, the door he knew he had left open.

As the light streamed past him and across the darkened bed he smiled.  Quietly he crept into the closet and got undressed and pulled on a pair of boxers before going back into the room.  He slipped between the covers and wrapped his arms around his soft intruder/ girlfriend.  She cuddled closer in his arms and he took a whiff of the same floral sent that was in the living room. 

"You're home."

"I'm home.  This is a nice surprise."

"I couldn't sleep in my own bed, I washed the sheets today and now it doesn't smell like you.  So I came over."

Zach kissed her forehead. "I'm glad you did sweetheart.  It's late, go back to sleep."

"Yes sir."

New Story:

"Dani!"  Mark called from the den when he heard the front door open.

"Yeah?" She called back as she headed towards the kitchen, her arms full with grocery bags.

"Get in here."  His voice wasn't loud or angry.  In fact it was the firm lack of emotion that stopped her short and caused her heart to speed up.

"M...may I put the groceries away first?"

He was silent a moment before she heard his voice again. "Put the perishables away and then get you butt in here."

Her heart sank.  "Yes sir."  Dani quickly put the eggs, milk, meat and ice cream away, and as she did so she racked her brain to try and figure out what she could have done.  She had been really good about keeping the house clean lately and she knew she hadn't gone over the budget he had set for her.  Yesterday she had even remembered to send out the last of the thank you cards from the wedding.  

When she was done in the kitchen she slowly made her way into the den to her new husband.  They had been married three weeks ago in a lovely ceremony and she felt as if they had been living on a cloud of bliss ever since.  Once she saw Mark's stern mouth and disappointed eyes Dani knew that something had brought the honeymoon phase to a halt. 

"Have a seat baby." He said soothingly.

This change in his voice scared her even more.  "W...what is it darling?"

"Dani.  You remember the conversation about after we got married I had the authority to punish you?"

"Um... yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Sir.  But what have I done?"

"Care to explain this?"  He handed her an official looking envelope and her heart sank as she opened it to find a red light violation ticket accompanied by the incriminating photos of her making a right on red without even slowing down.

Her face went white. "I... I... I don't even remember..."  Tears sprang to her eyes as she looked up at her husband. Her shoulders slumped.  "I must not have been paying attention."

"You know what happens now right?"

"You... you have to spank me."

"Exactly.  Now come here."

Mark pulled his bride over his lap and flipped up her skirt.  For a moment her rubbed his warm palm over her back and and behind lovingly.  Then slowly her pulled down her panties.

"Dani.  Why are you getting a spanking?"

"B...because I broke the law." She stammered.  "and now we have to pay lots of money."

"Yes because you broke the law, but it's not as much that we have to pay money as it is you put yourself and other drivers at risk.  That is unacceptable young lady.  Understand."

"Yes sir.  I understand." Dani choked through her tears.

"Are you ready my love?"

"Yes sir.  I'm ready."

And with that the Mark began Dani's first spanking as a married woman.

I'm not sure if it's more fantasy or fiction but whatever this is I like it.  

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We had been together almost 5 months when I finally knew it was time.  He had been so patient and sweet with me, waiting until I was ready to give myself to him fully and submit in every way to him.  He was strong and commanding from the beginning and as time went by I felt safe with him and secure knowing that he cared for my well being.  Orders to go to bed, eat breakfast or skip the soda were always followed but up until now I always had the option of saying no and disobedience, while frowned upon, had yet to be punished.

But the week before Christmas after an evening of shopping for gifts and looking at lights it happened.  It was a simple thing looking back now but in that moment I knew I was ready, ready to be his completely.  He walked me to the door and took my face in his hand and tipped it up so our eyes met.  He dropped a soft kiss on my lips and wrapped a lock of my hair around his finger as he spoke.  "You need to get to bed young lady, no spending hours online tonight."

I blushed because we both knew that's what I did every night and always stayed up way to late.  "Alright." I nod and smile.

"Good girl" with that he kissed my nose and let me go so I could unlock the door and go in my house.  "Good night." He whispered as I shut the door behind me.  As I stood in the dark entry way it hit me that I was ready, I loved him and trusted him enough to want to be his and in that instant I knew the perfect Christmas gift.  It was all I could do to not get online and make the appointments I needed for the gift to work but I followed orders and went to bed dreaming of the gift.  In the next week I carefully put together the gift, and come Christmas Eve I was ready.

We spent the afternoon and early evening with my family before heading back to his house where we planned on having a quiet evening exchanging gifts and watching old Holiday classics.  Once alone my gift was making me jittery and impatient and as soon as he sat down on the couch and held out is arm to draw me over to him I reached in my large purse and pulled out the gift before dropping to my knees before him.  He looked a bit startled and my overt display of submission but he smiled.  "What's this about?"

"I was wondering if I could give you my gift first?"

He smiled bigger and took the package agonizingly slow and pulled out the white shoe box sized container.  In it he found a silk blindfold and leather cuffs in his favorite color, at this he gave me an 'are you sure?' look and I gestured with my chin that there was more in the box.  When he looked he found a small container of the new birth control pills that I had gotten at my appointment a few days before with a few pills missing.  His eyes darted to mine but before he could say a word I whispered.  "I'm ready. I... I want to be yours.  Please Sir, take me as your girl.  Take my virginity as your Christmas gift."

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I know... I know... It's cheesy but hey.  So am I at times ;)

After an hour and a half discussion on the perils of first person I wished the professor a good weekend and walked out of the lecture with three pages of notes, an aching head and a growling stomach. As I walked across the quad I let my mind wander back to the night before and I could feel the silly grin stretch across my face as I remembered our evening.

I had known you were working late so after I got off work I hurried over to your house, not before stopping by the store, and let myself in with the key you gave me a few weeks ago. I made short work of taking over the kitchen and by the time you walked in the front door your favorite meal was on the table and I was in the front hall waiting for you. I flung my arms around you and nuzzled my head in your neck.

“I missed you today” I whispered

“I missed you too sweet girl” You picked me up and held me tighter. “What do I smell?”

“Dinner.” I grin shyly

“God you're amazing.” You put me down and took my hand as we wandered into the dining room.

Dinner was lovely but it was what happened after dinner that had me smiling as I made my way across campus. I was in my own little world when I came to a abrupt halt as I crashed into a chest. Without glancing up to see who I had crashed into I mumbled an apology and went to step back only to have a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist. “Hey young lady. Do you always not watch where you're going?”

As the familiar voice washed over me I looked up into you're eyes and I felt a grin slowly form on my face. “You're here.” My voice clearly reflected my awe and joy at seeing you in your work clothes here on campus.

“I was in the area, it was lunch time and I could pass up the opportunity to swing by.” You explained as you took my book bag from me and wrapped your arm around my waist to lead me to the food court. “I was hoping to bump into you but it seemed like you did the bumping.”

I blushed and looked down. “Sorry sir.” You squeezed me a bit tighter.

“Hey, don't worry about it, just watch where you're going ok. I don't want you walking into a pillar or in front of a car or something. I kinda love you and want you safe.”

I giggle. “I kinda love you too Mister.” I lean up to whisper in your ear. “I kinda loved last night too.”

As we reach the food court you kiss me softly. “Well lets eat because the sooner I get back to work and the sooner I get home and there can be a repeat of last night.”

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I kinda hate it but my fingers were itching to write even though my mind wont tell a good story lately.  I figured I'd share it and lets hope that I'll come up with something a bit less cheesy in the near future.

I think I'm getting sick, or maybe I'm just exceptionaly sleepy.  I really hope it's the sleepy one...

New Story:

Hannah was almost out the door to go pick up the twins from preschool when the phone rang. She sighed, not wanting to be late for the second time this week but she darted towards the phone anyways not wanting to miss it if it was Carter on the other end. She dropped the baby off in her play pen and narrowly avoided tripping over the toy fire truck the boys had left in the middle of the room that morning and grabbed the receiver just before the call went to the answering machine.

“Hello.” She was breathless.

“Hey darling, are you okay, you sound out of breath?”

She smiled at the sound of her husband’s voice. “I was just on the way out the door to go pick up the boys and I had to dash to the phone.”

“Ahh, well then I wont keep you, I’d hate for you to be late again.” Hannah blushed at the memory of the spanking Carter had given her a few nights before. “I was just calling to let you know that I’m going to be home late. I’m swamped, don’t hold dinner for me. Actually I‘ll bring something home for the two of us.”

“Alright.” She tried to hide the disappointment in her voice but there was no fooling him.

“I’m sorry babe, be good and I’ll make it up to you. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll see you tonight.”

After they hung up she was on the move again, putting the baby in the car and getting to the pre-school with moments to spare.

The afternoon passed in a blur. Hannah had the children help her tidy the house so the it was clean for daddy, she played a few games of Candy Land and Memory with the boys and helped them with the coloring pages they had for homework while little Eloise took an afternoon nap. Sammy and Nathan told her all about their day at school while she cooked them an early dinner of macaroni and cheese and hot dogs. Typically dinner was more of a fancy affair but since she and Carter weren’t eating with the kids she let them pick.

By seven all three kids were bathed and the twins tucked in, by seven thirty, after a long story time, the boys were fast asleep. In the nursery Hannah sat in the old rocking chair and relaxed for the first time in hours while she nursed the baby. With the warm baby at her breast and the slow rocking of the chair she felt the stress of the long hectic day fade. She was so relaxed that she had to catch herself before she fell asleep along with the child in her arms. After a while she stood and laid Eloise in her crib before heading to her own room. On the way she checked in on the boys who were still fast asleep.

In the bedroom she pealed off the simple cotton dress that was full of wrinkles and covered in spit up from the babies lunch, tears and snot from when Sammy fell off his tricycle that morning and a few red magic marker stains that were a result of little Nathan talking with his hands, which happened to have a marker in them. By the time she reached the shower she had stepped out of the sensible cotton panties and tossed the nursing bra into the over flowing hamper along with everything else. It was a good thing tomorrow was laundry day. She didn’t dawdle but quickly washed the sweat and grime form the day from her body before stepping into the closet. She let herself linger in front of the full length mirror for a moment, mourning her pre-baby body but not having it any other way. As her hands ran over her abdomen she thought back to when it was swollen with her masters babies. She loved knowing that he used her body to deposit his sperm and grow his children. His charming sons and beautiful little girl that all slept down the hall at that very moment.

She didn’t reminisce for too long though knowing that it wouldn’t be long before Carter was home. Hannah quickly slipped into the red bra and panty set he had given her for Christmas and throwing a simple black dress over before going out to set the dining room table for two. She lit the candles just as the sound of a key in the lock hit her ears and she rushed to greet her husband.

Carter dropped his briefcase just inside the door and took his girl in his arms. She nuzzled her face against his chest and sighed. “I missed you sir. How was your day?”

“I missed you too my sweet. My day was long and busy, how was yours?”

“The same.” She pulled away and took the bag of Chinese food from him as he led the way to the dining room. “Your children are a handful.”

Carter laughed. “Just like their mama.”

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Over dinner they chatted about happenings at the office and the new project Carter was working on and laughed over the antics the children had been up to all day. Hannah drank in the adult conversation as Carter drank in her beauty. After dinner they cleared the table and stacked the dishes by the sink to be washed in the morning and went up to bed.

Once inside their room Carter didn’t waste any time pushing Hannah against the door and kissing up and down her neck, nibbling the tender flesh as he went. “Were you good today?” he asked between kisses.

She nodded, finding it hard to talk with his body pressed against hers.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“Yes sir, I was a good girl.”

“Did you remember to eat breakfast?”

“Yes sir.”

“Were you late picking up the twins?”

“No” she shuttered as he took her earlobe between his teeth. “Sir.”

“The boys’ homework?”

“Finished.”

“Sounds like you were a good girl then. I seem to remember I promised a reward if you were good.”

“Yes, sir.” Hannah panted “You did sir.”

“Well in that case…” Carter quickly pulled the dress over her head and in one fluid movement picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently and slipped his suit jacket off before straddling her waist. He took her face in his hands and brought his own close so that he could kiss her tenderly.

He moved to the foot of the bed and spread her thighs apart and brought his face close to her pussy. Slowly he pushed her panties to the side and paused to breath in her sent before darting his tongue out to flick over her clit. Her whimpers spurred him on and soon his mouth was clamped over her sucking with his tongue deep inside her licking and wiggling. She came in waves as he fucked her with his tongue. When she was coming down from her last orgasm he crawled back up to be even with her face.

“One more question my dear. Did you remember to take your birth control?”

She nodded up at him in a daze.

“Well we’ll have to bring a stop to that, alright.”

“Yes Si…“ She nodded on auto pilot before realization hit her and she froze looking up at her husband and master. He smiled down at her, telling her with his eyes that what she thought was correct, before making his way down her body biting and kissing all the way.

With one hand he reached inside her panties finding her still slick and ready for him while with the other he freed his dick from behind his zipper. It was hard as a rock after having spent all day in anticipation of tonight and Carter didn’t waste anytime taking his wife’s pussy.

He ripped her underwear and bra off and placed his member at her entrance. “Now shhh,” he admonished “I’d hate for you to scare the children by screaming.” and with that he plunged all 9 inches of himself into her cunt, muffling her cries with a hand over her mouth. He used her, fucked her hard until he came gushing into her. When he came back to earth Hannah lay limp under him. Mascara running down her cheeks and a smile on her face.

Spent, Carter took off his remaining clothes and crawled between the sheets but he stopped Hannah as she moved to do the same.

“Go flush the birth control, then you can come to bed.”

"Yes Sir."

Morons bring out the brat in me.

Actual message I got this evening (from a guy I have never heard from before):

you knows you not worthy of being mine, but you knows I could make you into the whore you need and want.You knows you only a wet hole presently. I know how to manipulate you, I know how you thinks, You know because I told YOU what to be. You have known it before You even started talking to ME. You know YOU not a good girl, and that is why it sickens ME when you pretends to be one. You know you have no purpose without me, You know the connection is so strong that i would be able to make you do anything for me, and You know you would fuck dogs for me.

My response:

What I KNOW is that you have a really bad grasp on simple English grammar and writing skills. Not to mention syntax and punctuation.

See what I mean, I’m a brat. But honestly, I think it was justified. :)

New little piece of fiction, I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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The cruel wind tore at her pale skin turning her cheeks a bright red as the icy drops of rain bit into her skin like a thousand daggers as she stood gazing out over the turbulent water of the ocean below.  She pulled the thick cloak tighter around her neck, shielding herself from the harsh weather that seemed to be punishing her for her defiance, and determination to remain at her station on the widows walk, awaiting her her Master’s return.  He had been away at sea for nearly three months and the cold emptiness within her heart was far worse than anything the weather could handle, and so she waited, gazing out over the water, replaying his last letter over in her head.  The letter saying that this was the day he was to return.  

She had spent nearly a week preparing his home and herself for his return.  She had begged him to take her on his journey as he had done before but he refused.  Instead leaving her with the task of caring for him home and holdings while he was away.  It was a monumental responsibility, something that wives did for their husbands and she felt honored that he had trusted her, his little slave, to handle it.  Before he left they stood on the docks and he took her in his arms and lifted her chin to meet his eyes.  They were filled with sorrow as he kissed her softly.

“I will miss you dearly Kitten, but do well with the task I have handed you and I promise there will be a great reward when I return.”

“Yes My Lord, I will make you proud Sir.”

“I have no doubt you will.” and with a small peck on her nose he forced himself away from her, boarded his ship and set off.

She had done well and was sure that he would be happy when he got back but the sun was beginning to set and the wind was harder and colder than it had been all day.  She feared that the storm had delayed him and he would not return that day after all.  

As the last light faded from the sky she turned for the door and made her way back inside.  Her entire body was soaked to the bone and freezing cold.  She had lost feeling hours before but as she began to warm up she noticed her uncontrollable shiver.  In the hall outside the bedroom she shared with her Master she ran into Florence.  Florence had worked for Kitten’s master since he was a boy and she fussed over them both, seeing it as her personal duty to care for him as well as Kitten like a mother hen would for her chicks.

“Oh, Kitty!  You are freezing cold, you should have come in hours ago.  With this storm no boat would dream of coming into port.  Vincent wont be home at least until tomorrow.”

The woman continued to chatter about Kitty’s poor choice of staying outside and the storm and Lord Vincent’s return and a million other things that Kitty didn’t hear.  She tuned out the voice as she let herself be guided into a warm bath, too cold and miserable to do anything else.  

She had waited so long for his return and the thought of even one more night without him brought tears to her eyes as she lay in the warm bath.  Florence helped her wash the icy rain water from her hair, dressed her in a thick warm nightgown and tucked her into the big empty bed as if she were a child incapable of caring for herself.  

By morning the effects of her evening spent in the storm were clear.  Her temperature had risen overnight to 102 and the doctor had been sent for.  She woke from her feverish sleep only a few times as the morning slowly turned into afternoon.  During her brief moments of consciousness the soft patter of rain drops on the window pane and the low whispered outside her door lulled her back to sleep quickly.

It wasn’t until early afternoon that she awakened fully when a familiar hand caressed her cheek and came to rest comfortingly on her belly.  Her eyes flew open and she began to sit up, only to be gently and firmly pushed her back down.

“You’re home!”  Her eyes filled with tears and quickly spilled over.  “I missed you Sir.”

“I missed you too little slave.  But what have you done?”

She looked away in shame.

“When I left you to care for my property that included yourself my sweet.”  He took her chin and guided her gaze to him.  “and from what I’ve heard you did a wonderful job until yesterday.”

“I’m sorry Sir. Please forgive me.”  She begged, hating herself for disappointing him and not wanting him to be angry after being away for so long.

“You are already forgiven, but this conversation is not over yet.  Right now though I need a bath to get all of this boat grime off of me.  I had been looking forward to having you servicing me in the bath but I suppose I will have to take care of it myself.”  He stood up from his seat beside her and went to leave.  As his hand grasped the door knob he turned back to her.  “Sleep my little one, I will bathe and be back soon.”

With that he was gone.  Kitty silently cried herself into a restless sleep only to be wakened only 30 minutes later by the clean warm body of her master slipping in beside her.  He reached for her, pulling her body to his and locking their bodies together.  Her how tears stung his bare chest as he softly ran his hand up and down her back.

“Tell me why you are crying.”

“Because...” she sniffled, “Because I’m upset I disappointed you, and I missed you so much, and I’m glad you’re home, and... and” her voice broke and the tears turned from a trickle to a flood.  “And I don’t feel good!”

“Shh, hush, little one.”  He reassured her, calming her down.  “I’m here, everything will be alright.” 

After a while she quieted and fell into the first truly deep sleep since he had left.

Vincent, thinking about the reward he had promised her, looked over at the small box on  his nightstand.  She had done well and he was proud of her.  After she was well and after they had had a talk about how she must care of her body because it belonged to him just as much as his ship, land and business did, he would give her the contents of the box, the diamond ring his grandfather had given his grandmother.  

There was a smile as he drifted off to sleep with the thought that soon the woman in his arms would not only be his most cherished possession but also, his wife.

I was asked if I would write an ideal day for me as a sub and I thought I would post it here for others to see as well.  I decided to go at it from the point of an ideal typical day rather than a weekend day, vacation day or holiday because for most of us I'm sure those are more ideal but not an accurate reality.  

Disclaimer:  This is all just my imagination and I really have no idea if Jeopardy is on right after the news.

Also I'm sorry if tense seems off, I had a difficult time with it for some reason

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I whimpered a little at I felt the bed shift beneath me and the arm that was draped over my waist disappear.  My eyes fluttered open as I reached for him, but he was already up and half way across the room.

“Shh, baby girl.  Go back to sleep.”

I quickly and happily rolled over and let the sound of him in the shower in the next room lull me back to sleep.

Somewhere in my subconscious I felt his kiss goodbye but by the time I woke later in the morning he was gone.

Downstairs I fixed myself my morning cup of tea and the breakfast that I would have loved to skip if it hadn’t been a rule that I eat it.  On the counter I found a Post It with a short list of things for me to get done before he got home from work.

After tidying up the kitchen and putting the note aside for the moment I made my way up to the spare room that served as my office.  Time flew past as I wrote and before I knew it it was early afternoon.

After a quick lunch I fell easily into my afternoon routine.  By three thirty the house was clean, the list that had been left for me was taken care of, the table was set, dinner was prepped and ready to go in the oven and I was in the bath.

My bath was a ritual I complete daily, being ever so meticulous as I shaved every inch carefully so that my skin was smooth and pleasing.  Moisturizing with the lotion he choose, breathing in it’s sent loving it simply because he did.

It was almost five by the time I was finished preparing myself, my long hair tumbled down my back, held away from my face with a youthful white headband and I was dressed in the green sundress with the little pink flowers that danced around the hem that he had left out for me.  We were staying in so I skipped makeup and shoes knowing that he would prefer the natural innocence of it.  

The oven buzzed just as I heard the car in the drive.  After quickly pulling the lasagna out and setting in on the counter I dashed to the front door just in time to meet my Master.  I through my arms around him as I kissed my soundly.

“Oh, I missed you!”

“I missed you too little one.”

He wrapped on arm around me and guided me into the dining room where he took his seat.  After grabbing the food from the kitchen I too sat and as we ate he told me about his day and listened as I rattled on about the chapter I wrote that day.  

After dinner I cleaned up while he settled down in front of the television to catch up on the news.  I was finished quickly and slipped into the living room, careful not to disturb him while he watched some speech that some important politician (the majority whip maybe?) had made earlier in the day.  I’d made the mistake of interrupting before, the president that time, that wasn’t a mistake I ever intended on making again.  I silently slipped to the floor beside his feet and rested my head on his knee, just happy to be near him.

After about twenty minutes of silently watching the TV he reached down and pulled me up on his lap.  I cuddled against his strong chest has his hands slowly roamed my body as he listened to Brian Williams go on about something in the Middle East.  I tried to listen but the moment my masters hands slipped under the hem of my dress the distraction proved too much.  My world included only him.  His sent, the coolness of his work shirt, the warmth of his hands moving up my leg, his breath on my ear.  His hand cupped my bottom and he whispered “good girl” in my ear when he discovered that I had followed his instructions and I wasn’t wearing anything under the little dress.  

We sat like that, him reclined on the couch with me entangled in his arms until the news was over.  We both knew that Jeopardy was on next and I glanced up at him wondering if he would switch the channel but instead he just pinched my ass a bit tighter and smiled down at me.

“Wanna watch Jeopardy?”

I nodded

“Ok but only on one condition.”

“Ok”  I didn’t really like the mischievous look on his face but I trusted him.

“We keep score”  We always played along with Jeopardy anyways.  “If you win I’ll go down on you, if I win you get a spanking.”

I smiled, confident, I always win at Jeopardy.  This would be a piece of cake.  “Ok”

He flipped the channel and I slid off his lap and on to the couch beside him.  All of my focus was on the TV I was going to blow him out of the water.  Then I saw the categories and my heart sank, things like “foreign policy”, “baseball hall of fame” and “80’s pop culture” (I was a year old in 1989, he was in well into grade school).  I groaned, he laughed.

We were neck in neck for a while but in the end he won, I almost wondered if he had known what the categories were going to be before he made the wager.

When the show was over he scooped me up in his arms and flipped the TV off on his way to the bedroom.

In our room he lowered my feet to the floor and pulled me between his knees as he sat at the foot of the bed.  He pulled me down for a long kiss before bending me over his lap.  While not as enjoyable as him going down on me I still came once or twice as his hand rotated through slapping and caressing my ass.  I felt him harden against my belly and all too soon he was pulling me up and depositing me on my back on the bed.  

Before I had the chance to blink my hands were fastened to the headboard and soft fabric covered my eyes and tied behind my head.  I whimpered and moaned as his fingers plunged deep inside me and his teeth nibbled and my breast.  I panted and wiggled as his lips traced down my torso to the small tattoo on my hip where his initials were permanently inked, declaring me as his.  But the moment I felt his mouth graze my pussy I froze.  

“But...”

“Shh...”

“But you won.”  I was confused.

“Michelle.  Who’s the boss?”

“You Sir.”

“Exactly.  I’m the boos and the boss wants to eat out his sub.  Now shut up and enjoy it.”

“Yes sir.” I whispered meekly, mad at myself that I had broken the mood.

I forgot quickly though as he brought me to the edge again and again as his tongue worked it’s magic before I tipped.  By the time I came back to earth I was untied and I could look up into the loving arms of my master as he plunged into me. 

Hours later, both exhausted we crawled under the covers and I cuddled into his arms as we drifted off to sleep.

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UPDATE:  (Because this entry has caused quite the stir)

As I stated at the beginning I was ask to write MY ideal day.  So I did.  My ideal day would be simple, quiet and I wouldn't be in trouble for anything.

Also for the handful of you who seemed appalled at the fact that did not include servicing Master's cock I feel compelled to explain that I've been suffering from a really bad sore throat lately so as I wrote that was the furthest thing from my mind.

It’s days like today that I need someone to tell me that my behavior is inexcusable and turn me over their knee. I’m irritable, bratty and all around unpleasant and I can’t seem to shake myself out of it.

The more time I spend with Conservatives the more I realize that I am very VERY Liberal.

I try to be polite and sweet, really it's just my nature.  But sometimes I'm not; in fact I can be kind of a jerk, and I almost find pleasure in being back-handed and sly about it.  So if you aren't intelligent enough to notice I'm being a bitch, let alone to call me out on it and tell me to behave, I don't think it would ever work out.  I'm not really looking for someone I can walk all over.  And lets just be blunt about things; I can't be submissive to someone I'm smarter than.  Sorry, I know that statement is going to piss a lot of people off but that's just the way it is.

On another note, I am thinking about writing something new when I have some free time.  Is there anything in specific people are wanting to read about?  I have a touch of D/s writers block as of late.

It’s been a while since my last journal entry, and I’d like to thank everyone who reassured me that they still enjoyed the one prior to that despite the lack of sex. It was quite gracious of all of you.

I haven’t had much of the chance to write anything for here between my classes and other writing projects but I thought I would pull something from the archives and share it.

It was the morning of my birthday, and as I woke up lying in my husbands arms I thought back over the past year. Twelve months ago I had not even met this man who held me now and her we were, married, for almost four months now. It was crazy how quickly my life had changed. I was pulled out of my memories by a slight shift in the man my head rested upon and his breath in my ear.

“Happy Birthday Darling”

“Good Morning” I sighed in return

“It’s about time to get up my love”

“Aww… Scott, can’t we stay here a little while longer? Please?”

He chuckled under his breath and my childish wining “Ok, baby, but only because it’s your birthday, and lay off the wining it will only get you into trouble.”

I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and tried to fall back asleep but my husband obviously had other plans.

“Kate, what do you think you are doing?”

“Sleeping”

“Honey, I said we could stay in bed, not that we could sleep.”

“But I’m sleepy still.” I wined again

“You can sleep later Katie but right now I’m gonna give you your first birthday gift.”

With that Scott sat up and pulled me up and on to his lap. His fingers slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt that I had worn to bed the night before.

“Scott, wha…” my question was cut off my his index finger against my lips and her eyes looking in to mine.

“No talking, love.” And he resumed working the buttons.

“But, Sco…” the swift pop on the lips with his one finger wasn’t really painful but it did startle me and get my attention.

“Kate! I said no talking, am I understood?”

I nodded, my head hung. He grasped my chin in his hand and brought it up until my eyes met his there I saw a look that I had seen many a time but never directed at me it was a look of dominance and power a look he usually reserved for the court room, but also in his clear blue eyes was something else, something that did not usually accompany the firm hard look, a look of love.

“I’m not mad at you Katie girl, I just want you to follow my directions, can you do that?”

I nodded again.

With that he finished with the buttons and slipped the shirt as well as my panties off of me and set me back on the bed.

Seemingly out of nowhere he had a silk cord in his hand and I looked at him, curiously trying to communicate with him as best as I could without words…

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Alright so I kind of left it hanging but umm… I’m sure you could use your imagination ;)

I was recently told that my last journal entry wasn't a good story.  I can only assume that this is because of the lack of sex.  Well if I was one to justify my writing to others I would have explained to him that for me it's not simply about the sex it is the control of a man over me, so much so that no matter the circumstances or company, he has every right to send me to bed whenever he sees fit and without my complaint.  

But I'm not.  I write for me.  As of now, no one commands or commissions my work.  

I find the utmost pleasure when someone tells me they enjoyed reading what I wrote because I write in order to share my thoughts and dreams and ideas with the world.  In the end my words may have taken on a life of their own but the thoughts, dreams and ideas are still mine.  

From smut to poetry, from novels to journal entries, I write my heart, I write my soul, I write myself and wether or not you think it's a good story, I am not ashamed of it.

Another of my Random Domestic Fantasies (Holiday Themed) 

We are staying with your parents for the holidays and it’s late on Christmas Eve and as we all sit in the living room talking you notice my head resting on your shoulder as we cuddle on the couch. You look down at me and see my drooping eyelids and whisper in my ear “hey baby, it’s past your bedtime”. I look up at you and quietly nod. Just as your mother starts to say something to you, you stand up and take my hand and lead me towards the stairs. Never taking your eyes of me you say to her “Could you hold that thought for just a sec., I’ve got to get my girl to bed”? She gives me a knowing smile and replies to you “Of course, take your time dear.” All too so I am tucked in tight and you are on your way back down the stairs to finish your conversation.

There is something about a man in a suit that makes me just swoon. Some women have a thing for a guy in uniform but for me it’s suits. I think it’s the image of power and control that it represents.

A guy in a suit and jacket makes me fantasize about him draping that jacket over my shoulders out in public but when we get home using that tie to bind me to the bed while he has his way with me.

Yesterday was 11.11.11 and in honor of that I wrote 11,000 words of my novel in 11 hours. Surprisingly it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I’m one step closer to finishing so that I can start editing and sending it out to publishers though.

"Why am I so happy?"  

"Because I say you are, that's all you have to know."

Oh how I love films from the 50's.

Shelby woke up feeling warm and relaxed and memories from the night before brought a smile to her lips; she rolled over intending on snuggling up against the man of her dreams only to find Edward’s side of the bed empty. It was then that she realized that she could hear music from the living room. Beautiful chords and melodies that could only be her boyfriend at the piano. That was one of the many things that made him so hot in her eyes, his amazing ability to play the piano and make music.

Looking around the room as she flung back the covers Shelby grabbed Edward’s dress shirt that he had worn to dinner last night and put it on. As she buttoned it up over her bare chest she noticed a button was missing, it must have popped off in the heat of last night.

Looking up from the music Edward’s fingers tripped over a note or two as her saw his love, his Shelby, standing in the doorway in nothing but his white shirt which came down almost to her knees. He continued to play as she came to stand leaning up against the baby grand. As her finished the piece he stood pulled Shelby close and planted a long hot kiss on her lips. “You’re awake.” He smiled at her.

He had woken up almost an hour before and been debating with himself weather or not to wake her. He wanted her so bad but she just looked so peaceful and beautiful lying there that her could not bring himself to disturb her sleep. So, finally her had gotten out of bed and tried do distract himself at the piano; now that she was awake though her wanted nothing else than to get her back in bed.

Shelby knew that he wanted to go back to bed but she couldn’t help herself from asking. “Play me another?” “Oh, babe, how about later?” “Please, Edward? Just one?” She knew he wouldn’t be able to say no and smiled to herself as he seated her beside him on the bench and began one of her favorite pieces from Tychovski. As he played she rested her hand on his leg and began run it up and down from his knee up to mid thigh and back down slowly and methodically in time with the music he was playing. Going up further each time closer and closer to his crotch teasing him. He groaned but continued to play her hand firm on his upper thigh and then brushing against the bulge in his pants.

Edward knew that this woman was going to drive him crazy as he tried to keep concentrating on the music. Her hand tightened on his member and he moaned and missed the key. Shelby softly chuckled as she heard the wrong note and his moan. He almost stopped playing completely as his girlfriend slipped off the bench and knelt between his knees. He guessed he would have to play the rest without the peddles. Edward gasped as she unzipped his pants and he stopped playing altogether when Shelby released his cock from the confines of his boxers. Her big brown eyes looked up at him and she licked her lips before saying to him “Keep playing, baby.”

With a groan he started back where he had left off ass her hand began to slide up and down his shaft with a firm tight grip, jacking him off. Her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm. The notes were becoming more and more sporadic now as his self-control and concentration became unraveled. He felt her wet tongue dart out of her mouth and lick the underside of her shaft and immediately his hands came off the keys and wove their way through her hair.

Shelby pulled back when she heard the music stop and looked up at her boyfriend and smiled a wicked little grin. “I wont play unless you do.” She loved the little bit of power she had over him right now and smiled to herself reveling in this strange change. As he went back to playing the score from Swan Lake she wrapped her lips around the head of his beautiful cock. She sucked at the tip as she swirled her tongue around and lapped at the underside. As Shelby ran her tongue along the underbelly of Edwards thick hard dick she slipped her lips along the shaft as far as she possibly could until most of his cock was in her mouth. Tightening her lips and suctioning to him Shelby tightened her hands on his thighs and began to slide her mouth along his rock hard member fucking him with her mouth in time to the music. As the music crescendoed he began to tense up. “Oh Shelby” he moaned “I’m gonna cum baby.” Just as he played the final chords he erupted in to her mouth and she greedily swallowed it all.

As he composed himself she crawled up on to his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck and laid her head on his chest. They sat there a moment in each others arms when she whispered in his ear “Encore?” He chuckled and whispered back “Oh baby that was just the prelude.” She giggled as he stood up and carried her back to bed.

I hate when people use these journals to whine and complain about fakes and time wasters or people who obviously didn’t read your profile etc, etc. Yet here I am anyways, becoming one of those people, because I just need to say if I get one more message that says “i need to rape u. [sic]” or “r u owned? [sic]” I may just scream. The ironic thing is that this entry wont prevent someone from still sending that message because the type of person who sends that message more than likely doesn’t read my journal.

Now that I’ve got that out of the way I thought I’d put up another little story (it’s very vanilla) I wrote so that this entire thing isn’t just me whining.

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She spoiled him and he knew it. He no longer went to work with wrinkled clothes, because Claire had ironed them, he no longer started the day with a drive through Starbux, because Claire made sure that he ate breakfast, and he no longer came home to a quiet, empty house and a frozen dinner, because Claire was there. In fact Evan couldn’t remember a night in the last seven months since their wedding that he hadn’t come home to the house smelling of dinner in the oven and the sound of soft music in the background and his beautiful wife waiting for him.

That’s what made today so weird.

It almost shocked him as he opened the front door not to his wonderful Claire and the distant sound of Chopin but to an empty, silent living room. Evan quickly checked his phone to see if he had missed her call or if she had texted him to let him know she wouldn’t be home. She hadn’t. He told himself to stop being silly she didn’t need to tell him her every move. It was out of character for her though to just disappear.

He didn’t begin to get alarmed until he wandered into the kitchen. He was kind of hoping that she would be here and just hadn’t herd him come in. No luck. The kitchen was just as empty as the living room and the only sign that someone had been here were a few dishes in the kitchen sink, Evan assumed they were left from her lunch.

As he wandered through the house his overactive imagination continued to gnaw on his mind and cause him to worry about where on earth his wife could be. It wasn’t until he reached the bedroom that his fears were relieved. There she was lying face down on top of the covers fast asleep.

God he loved this woman. He stood in the doorway for a moment and just stared at her. The moment was broken as she began to stir as if she had felt his presence. He crossed the room and sat beside her and laid a hand on her shoulder as her eyelids opened to reveal those beautiful deep blue eyes.

When she saw him she jumped a little “Oh… You’re home… What time is it?”

“About 5:45.” As she rolled on to her back he gently kissed her temple.

“Dinner! Oh, Evan. I’m sorry I meant to be up by three or so.”

“Don’t worry about it darling. How long have you been asleep?”

“Um… I think I fell asleep around 1:30 or so.”

“Babe! That was four hours ago! Are you feeling ok?” His earlier worries were back in full force. He didn’t know what he would do if he ever lost this woman.

She smiled a little at his concern. “I’m fine honey. I think it’s just the baby.”

“Oh, ok.” He kissed her lips softly. “Wait, what baby? Did you watch Mrs. Donovan’s grandson for her again this morning?”

“No, I has a doctors appointment this morning.”

“Oh, you did? How did it go?”

“It went fine. She just confirmed my suspicions.”

“Oh, what suspicions? You haven’t said anything about feeling sick. And baby if you’re not feeling well you probably shouldn’t be watching anyone’s kids I don’t want you to get worn out.”

Claire smiled up at her husband wondering silently how a man as smart as her husband could be so dense sometimes. “I’m feeling fine just a little tired and… different, I guess. I don’t feel sick, at least not yet. And I didn’t watch anyone’s baby today.” She reached up her hand and ran it over his jaw. “Relax, we’re good.”

“Ok, sorry. I just want you to be ok. So if you didn’t baby-sit whose baby made you tired?”

“Yours.” She whispered up at him.

“Wait. What? Mine?!”

“Yeah, yours.”

His eyes flew to her stomach and then back to her face. “Your having a baby?!”

“We’re having a baby.”

“Oh my god! This is amazing. Oh my god!”

“Evan, calm down.” Claire laughed as she watched her husband react to the news that he was going to be a father.

“Oh my god. Claire!” He lifted her off the bed and swung her around and pressed a firm kiss on her lips before letting her go. “Were having a baby.” He went to let her go but she held him tight with her arms around his neck. “I’ve gotta call my mom. She‘s gonna be thrilled”

“Evan?” She was kissing his neck now. “Could we wait to tell our parents?

“Um… Yeah, babe. But why?”

“Well I was just thinking of another way we could spend our evening instead.” She coyly smiled up at him as she took a step back towards the bed pulling him with her by his tie.

“Sounds good to me babe.” He grinned down at his wife. But you’re not usually much of one for mid evening sex.”

“It’s these hormones.” She wasted no time in removing his tie and quickly began to unbutton his shirt. Her movements were so hurried and frantic that he had to take over removing his shirt when she popped off a button.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll sew it back on tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry darling. It‘s ok.” He gently took her hands in his and led them up to his neck and took her lips in his to distract her as he finished removing his shirt on his own.

After divesting himself his shirt he ran his hands down Claire’s sides lightly caressing over the sides of her breasts, and the dip that was her waist. He passed over her hips and down her thighs until he reached the hem of her dress and in one swift move he had it over her head and on the floor beside them. As he did this Claire unbuckled his belt. Before she had a chance to unzip his pants and release his growing erection Evan had deposited her once more on the bed and removed his pants on his own.

Now naked he laid down on the bed beside Claire and resumed the earlier kiss this time prying her lips open and slipping his tongue inside. There tongues caressed and fought for dominance as they explored one another’s mouths. Evan ran his hands over his wife, as they kissed, exploring her body and imagining how it was going to change in the coming months as it grew and changed to accommodate the new life growing within it. As he ran his hands over her breasts squeezing and caressing them, gently clasping her nipples in his fingers, feeling them stiffen. He imagined how they would grow and swell with milk for their child. He continued to let his hands wander over his wife’s body and as they reached her smooth flat stomach he wondered how long it would be before it would begin to swell with his child and how long it would be before he would be able to feel their baby moving within. His hands were now on Claire’s hips and he knew that by the time the baby would be due her hips would have widened to accommodate the birth of his son or daughter.

As his hands went further down he soon stopped thinking about the baby and focused solely on it’s mother. He spread her thighs apart as he slipped his hand under the waistband of her panties and between her folds and felt the wetness between her legs almost dripping.

Claire pulled back out of the kiss and gasped for air. “Oh, Evan! I can’t wait, I need you!”

Evan smiled down at his wife. Her face was flushed a sweet pink color and a light sheen of sweat was covering her. “You need me? Need me how?” He teased

“Ugh…! Evan!”

“What is it baby? What do you need?” He smiled as he kissed her lovingly, how he could get her so worked up. His hand between her legs had now began it’s assault on her clit as it began a smooth slow rhythm of circling around that little bundle of nerves.

“I need you! Inside me.”

“I think I could arrange that.” His smile grew as he slipped one finger into her tight, warm, wet vagina.

“That’s not what I meant!” The frustration was evident on her face.

“Oh? Well then I guess You’ll have to be more specific. What did you mean?”

“Ugh!” She so wanted to slap that evil little grin off his face but her body was so wrapped up in pleasure that her arms wouldn’t follow directions. “You know damn well what I mean. I want you. Your dick in me, in my pussy. NOW!”

He almost laughed at her little outburst but figured now was probably not the most opportune time. “Oh, is that what you wanted? Already? What about foreplay?” He made his point by taking one of her nipples between his lips and gently sucking.

“It’s overrated.” She almost growled at him. “Stop messing with the hormonal pregnant girl and get on with it!”

He finished removing her panties as he took her lips once more. He maneuvered his body over her and positioned himself at her opening. She was so wet and ready for him that he faced almost no resistance as he slipped in.

“Oh, Evan! It feels so good!”

They soon began an urgent rhythm with her hips circling as he continued to thrust into her bringing them closer and closer to the edge. Right before they came Claire caught Evan unaware and quickly flipped them over and began to ride his manhood as he lie on the bed staring up at her beasts bouncing above him. From this new angle she could feel him deeper within her and it wasn’t long before Claire was shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over her with Evan not far behind as he came, pumping his seed deep within her.

As they came back down to earth Evan rolled them over and settled Claire against him with her head on his shoulder. As they lie there they herd a low grumbling noise.

“Claire? Was that your stomach?”

“I forgot about dinner. I‘ll get up and make something.” She sat up and began reaching for the discarded dress on the floor when Evan wrapped his arm around her from behind and pulled her back on to the bed.

“Don’t worry about it babe, I’ll order a pizza.”

“You sure?”

“Positive, you’re not leaving this bed until morning.” He winked at her.

“Ok then.” She smiled up at her husband as he called the pizza place.

After ordering the pizza he closed his phone with a snap and kissed her again. “Now we have something very important to discuss.”

“Oh really? What?”

“When are we gonna tell our parents that there old now? There gonna be grandparents.”

“How about Tuesday?”

They smiled at each other as he reached for her but just as he began to take her in his arms the doorbell rang. Their stomachs reminded them that it was time for dinner. They could have dessert later.

I’m getting over my cold, which is lovely, but still have a bit of a sore throat. At least I was able to actually get out of bed and make it to class today. I really do hate missing classes.

Anyways while I was resting during the past couple days I did some writing and I thought I’d share.

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“Darling.” I hear his singsong voice travel up the stairs and I freeze for a moment before quickly applying the last bit of makeup. As I grab my bag my bag I hear his voice again, this time it has an edge that, I’m sure, no one besides myself can catch, warning me. “Bella, were going to be late for dinner.” I know I’m in for it if I don’t hurry up, to most who hear it “Bella” is just a pet name, Italian for beautiful, but we both know that it’s a warning and if I don’t do as I’m told there will be hell to pay. “Bella” is a secret little reminder of who’s in charge that he can use no matter who is around. He can’t very well yell up the stairs “Michelle Diane, get your ass down here!!” with his parents standing there, can he?

“Coming” I call out. As I reach the bottom of the stairs I greet my mother and father-in-law, who are in town for the weekend, and we quickly head out the door on our way to dinner.

The little girl in me definitely comes out when I’m sick. I’ve spent all morning in bed watching PBS shows from the 90’s while clutching a stuffed bunny.

“Michelle, what did I say about sunscreen?”

“I don’t know.” I mumble, staring at the floor, my shoulders stinging from the burn.

“Yes you do, young lady! Now. Tell me what the rule was.”

“That I need to make sure I reapply it at least once an hour”

“Exactly.” Your voice had softened a little by this point and the disappointment I could hear in your tone was almost worse than the anger. “Michelle, you burn so easily, we both know the dangers of sun damage and I don’t think I need to give you an entire lecture on that again. Go to the bedroom and stand in your corner. I’ll be up in a bit.”

I quickly moved to do as you instructed. As I stood facing the corner I fought the urge to turn and look at my bright red shoulders and asses the burn because with my luck the moment I looked away from the corner would be the moment you walked in. Rather I kept my eyes focused on the wall and hoped that my behind wouldn’t be as red as my back and shoulders in a few minutes.

I hadn’t herd you come in so it startled me and not to mention hurt like hell when I felt you lay your hands on the burn and turn me to face you. I had been fighting to hold back the tears but the moment I saw the paddle you had left on the bed I lost it. With the pain of the burn and the humiliation at forgetting something as simple as sunscreen and making you upset my emotions were already on edge and now that I knew I was getting a spanking I couldn’t keep myself from crying any longer.

You didn’t say anything as you led me over to the bed and pulled my tucked my skirt up into the waistband and pulled my flowery panties down to my knees. I didn’t resist as you silently bent me over your knee and began to gently rub my bottom until my sobbing had called to just a small whimper.

“Five Michelle. Count them.”

“Yes sir.”

The paddle came down hard and fast and I jumped as it cracked against my sit spot but your hand on my back held me in place.

“One, sir.” I managed to choke out. The next four were just as hard and painful and by the end I was sobbing much harder than I had before.

You laid me face down on the bed and held me for a moment before grabbing the aloe Vera and rubbing it over my back and shoulders to sooth the burns.

I turned my head so that I could see you sitting beside me. “Sir?” I whispered timidly.

“Yes darling?”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“No sweet girl. I’m wasn’t ever mad, just disappointed with you.”

“Scared?”

You bent down and kissed my tear stained cheek before continuing. “With your families history of skin cancer plus that statistics of how likely redheads are to get skin cancer it scares me when you burn. I can’t imagine life without you. Understand.”

“Yes sir.” I closed my eyes and let my body relax into your loving touch.

Every one in a while I have these little fantasies, sometimes they are sexual and other times they are just romantic I call them “Random Domestic Fantasies”. But anyways, I’ve been writing them down so I figured I’d put them on here.

Number 1: 

It’s the end of a long tiring day and we are driving home from somewhere and I have fallen asleep in the passenger seat and when we arrive home you come around to my side of the car and gently lift me in your arms and carry me in to our room. You then lie me down on our bed and slip my shoes and socks off of me, my skirt goes next and then you sit me up to finish changing me, all while I sleep. After I am in your favorite nightgown for me, you prepare for bed and crawl in beside me. I softly stir and roll over into your arms and whisper “I love you.” You murmur your response of love into my hair as we both drift off to sleep.

I think I need a bedtime and someone to enforce it. I stayed up far too late last night and I have been irritable and fussy all day.

So it seems as if my previous journal entry went over exceedingly well so I thought I’d add another story I wrote a while ago:

I need you so bad right now, my clit throbs as I wait for you to come home. I tried to clean up around the house and do some reading for my class but nothing can distract me from how much I need you right now.

The moment you walked in the door I practically jumped on you, hardly even giving you a chance to put down your things before I dragged you into our bedroom. As we reached the bed you pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Hi baby, how was your day?"

"Long without you here. I need you… Please" I practically wined.

You chuckled softly "Tell me what you need."

"You, I need you." I began to fumble with the buttons on your shirt but you took my hands in yours and held them tight.

"What do you need from me?" You smirked at me and I almost went crazy, I need you so bad and here you are teasing me.

I wined pitifully and you chuckled again

"Tell me baby, tell me what you need."

"I… I need…" I stuttered, you know how difficult this is for me, you just stood there waiting. "I need your tongue." I began to gain some confidence "I need you to eat me out, oh please Sir! I want to feel your thick warm tongue in my pussy as I squirt all over your face"

You lifted the teal sundress over my head and groaned when you realized that I had nothing on underneath it.

You picked me up and laid me back on the bed and crawled over me. You kissed me hard and long, taking my breath away before you moved down so that your head was between my legs. You grasped my thighs in your hands and spread my legs wide so I was open for you. My lips were slick and shiny with wet pussy juice and my clit swollen in anticipation of your tongue.

"Play with yourself."

"What?" I almost died, I needed you so bad.

"You heard me, Play with yourself."

"But…But… Your…"

"No buts Michelle, do as I say and then you can be rewarded."

I stared at you not quite sure if you were serious but I could tell from the look in your eye that you were and I needed relief so bad that it wasn't long before I submitted to you, I always do. I thought I was going to cum right then and there the second I touched myself.

I ran my middle finger through my pussy lips nice and slow as I teased my clit with my pointer finger. My clit was so sensitive that my hips began to buck as I pinched it. I was so wet now that it was running down my ass and onto the bed. As you watched I bent my legs and spread my knees wide so that you could see as I slowly inserted two of my fingers in my pussy and began to finger fuck myself for you.

"Three fingers baby."

My tight pussy stretched as I did as you asked. Oh god it feels soo good, oh, oh.

"oh, oh, I'm cumming, please Sir may I cum?!"

"That right cum for me, that's it baby."

My legs collapsed as the pleasure came over me in waves. As I lay there coming back down to earth you slowly took my hand and one by one licked the warm wet pussy juice off of my fingers.

"Thank you baby, that was good."

I smiled at you "Does that mean I get my reward now?"

"Later baby, sleep now, you need a nap."

"Stay with me?"

"Of course"

You kissed the top of my head as I drifted off.

A little fantasy about what my first time sucking a cock might be like:

Kneeling on the floor between your legs with my head resting in your lap you run your fingers through my hair lightly scratching my scalp with your nails, sending shivers down my spine, causing me to become so very wet. I look up at you and when you smile back down at me I take that as encouragement. I slowly, hesitantly bring my hands up to the waist band of your jeans and when I hesitate I hear you murmur, “That’s it baby, keep going.” I take a deep breath and as I slowly take the zipper pull in my hand, I can feel you getting harder and harder, your cock straining against the fabric as I inch the zipper open one tooth at a time. With you guiding me with your words I soon release your cock from its confines. I begin to get nervous again as I look at your thick hard cock standing inches from my face. You can tell that I am second guessing myself and you reach down to me, take my chin in your hand and tip my neck back until my eyes meet yours. Thoughts are racing through my mind, What if I’m no good?, What if I can’t swallow it?, What if he doesn’t enjoy it?, What if my teeth hurt him? As I look in to your eyes the voices in my head fade and I know that it will all be ok because you are here and you will help me along the way. With a hint of the nervousness still apparent, my voice quavers a little “Teach me?”  Confidence surges as I feel your hands on my head once more, guiding it back to your cock. My tongue slips out tentatively and softly licks the head of your cock. At your prompting I open my mouth wide and my head slides over the head and down your shaft as you gently impale my head on your dick. My hand instinctively finds it’s way to the base of your shaft that doesn’t fit in my mouth and together my hand and mouth slide up and down jacking you off. My lips are tight forming a suction seal around your cock sucking as my tongue rubs along the underside of you. You groan and tell me to jack off your shaft as I suck the head and lick at the tip and swirl my tongue around the end of your cock. I get braver as I hear you moan “That’s my girl, that’s my good girl. Keep going baby.” I can feel myself getting wet. I am so turned on by what I am doing for you. You tell me to just keep my mouth open and I do, my hands coming to your thighs, letting you take the reigns. You slide my head as far down as it possibly can go without my gagging and begin to thrust your cock in and out of my mouth, slowly, always attentive to my feelings. I can feel your entire cock in my mouth, tight and throbbing, your thighs shaking beneath me as your hips pump, fucking my mouth. You cry out, “Oh Michelle, I’m gonna cum, swallow it baby, swallow my cum.” I moan not being able to beg you for your cum with you in my mouth, I look up at you hoping that the look in my eyes shows you how much I want you. We make eye contact and as we gaze into each others I relax my throat and you cum, slowly at first and then faster I feel your hot white cum flood my mouth and slide down my throat warming my insides. Spent we both collapse, you sink back into the couch and I rest my head on your thigh. After a moment I crawl up into your lap and kiss you, sharing the cum still in my mouth.