Girl Play

When Daddy came to visit he brought many of his toys with him. He brought two floggers, a crop, a tawse and El Jefe and Goddess. Not only did I get Daddy for a visit but they came out to see us at the same time. I was a lucky girl!

We all had a perfect weekend together. We visited and relaxed, we went out to eat and stayed in to cook. On Sunday night we had play time. Goddess likes a good flogging just as much as I do. Rather than her hubby beating her Daddy had other ideas.

"You're going to flog her Baby Girl." I looked around the room to each of them. Daddy said it very matter-of-factly. I had been talking about doing this. Looks like it was time to put up or shut up, ha!

Goddess stripped off her clothes and the men set up the table. We don't have a spanking bench here so at my house we use the kitchen table. Fortunately, Goddess is as tall as I am so it worked for her too. She had to spread her legs a bit which gave me more options to spank her.

Daddy gave me some instructions and told me her limits. I could not hit her on her back because of surgeries she's had. So I would focus my attention on her ass and thighs.

I began by caressing her. My fingers ran up her back and across her ass. She was beautiful laying there naked for me. Her skin was incredibly soft. Her sexy back and ass were mine to touch.

I put any nerves aside and began to decide how to do this. I had all Daddy's past play in my mind. I knew what felt good for me and Goddess is similar so I knew it was just a matter of me learning how to do it.

I began with the crop. It was the crop that feels less stingy than others so I knew it was a safe bet. I tapped her on the ass and thighs gauging the feel and her reactions. I began too light. I began to work a little harder with each round. I looked over at Daddy for reassurance. He used his hand to imitate a faster tapping. That's right, I thought, he does use fast light taps to warm the skin.

I changed my technique to continue faster as he had motioned. Then when her skin seemed warmer I gave her some heavier swats. She jumped with each one. How fun!

Now I picked up the small flogger that Daddy made for me. I wanted more control so I held it on the end rather than using the finger holds. I tested how to hit her ass at the right angle without sliding off. I kept flogging her…correcting my angle and hold when Daddy pointed it out. All the while I caressed her warm body while I flogged her. I was beginning to love this.

I raked my nails over her ass and thighs. I rubbed my hand up along her inner thigh. I knew Daddy would touch my pussy at this point because I'd be aching for it. I wanted to touch hers but didn't know how far I should go. She seemed to like all I was doing though I think I was too light in general. First time timidity, you know.

I moved to the heavy buffalo flogger. It packs quite a wallop. I had to learn how to flogg with such a heavy instrument. I loved it though. Daddy showed me how to stand and angle the falls across her ass. I loved the physicality of swinging that flogger. I loved the way it made Goddess jump and how her ass moved with the reverberation of the strike. That is so hot to watch.

I should have flogged her thighs more I realize now. Daddy had recently caned and tawsed my thighs and the memory of that pain made me shy away from inflicting the same on her. It was my first time flogging her, your understanding of a person grows each time.

I finished with the tawse. The two straps of leather with a space in-between makes for a stingy sensation. I only used this a bit but it brought out some nice red marks on her ass. Yay.

Afterwards, I ran my hands all over her back and ass. I caressed her hair and helped her up. I got yummy hugs from her and got to cuddle her on the couch. Yay for aftercare, my favorite!

Thank you Goddess for being my first real victim! ❤️❤️

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Vacation…soon

Hey lovelies.  I’ve wanted to write all week but what to write about?  Daddy is in another state not sleeping much.  I’m here with a teen going through major emotional upheaval.  Not exactly a hotbed of BDSM. 

We are going on vacation next week, yay.  Our best friends El Jefe and Goddess are getting married again. They have been hitched for 10 years but never did all the fun and fancy until now.  So off we all go to Cancun.  Whoop! 

They have their families along so I don’t think it’ll be all naked fun all the time but we’ll squeeze some fun in I’m sure.  Mr. D and I will have 7 blessedly sinful days together.  Ahhhh.  I will keep you posted. 

The Beatings will Continue until Morale Improves

Mr. D and I had a couples massage for a treat.  I had a woman who gave an incredibly deep massage.  My shoulders and upper back were quite sore when she was done.  She told me to let her know if she was hurting me, but when you’re supposed to be a masochist and your Dominant is lying next to you it feels pretty ridiculous to tell a short round woman, “Oh please stop, that hurts.”  She said I was a mess, I took her word for it and let her do her job.  

We stopped at Daddy’s favorite cigar bar and I met some friends of his. We enjoyed a few drinks and later arrived home.   We laid on the bed for a bit, we were nicely toasty by then. He told me to stay as he left the room so I took off my clothes and knelt in obeisance waiting for him.  When he returned he took my hand and led me to the spanking bench. 

I was so happy that he wanted impact play.  I love every expression of what he does to me.  I mount the bench and I am his. I am his willing plaything.  My hair falls over my face and I’m cocooned in the sensations he provides.  His voice caresses me while his instruments play across my body.

Many times it is impact play and other things as well.  He has tied me to the bench, he has facefucked me on the bench.  He has made me wear plugs and other inserted things.  This time though it was pure impact play.  

He used a feather duster to awaken my skin and tease my nerve endings. Then he used a long leather flogger to prime me.  I so love that flogger.  It is heavy yet he wields it in such a way that it can provide thuddy pleasure.  After he warmed me up with soft strokes he used this flogger to give me its bite and sting. I squirmed on the bench when he did this.  The bite of it makes me whimper and move away from it. But this warms my skin and makes me feel completely alive.   

He knows when I have reached my limit on one area of my body so he switches to another.  He used several different crops on my back.  With the soreness lingering from the massage I felt every biting smack of those crops.  It wasn’t a respite from the pain it just moved the playing field.  

“I want you to slip away and fly but I don’t think you will today.”  I wondered how he knew.  I felt languid and fully under his spell but he was right, I didn’t feel like I would go into subspace.  He switched to the heavy buffalo flogger.  This flogger is fairly new to us.  When he wields it the impact packs an intense wallop.  The sensation is very like being punched. Every strike to my ass jolts me forward on the bench and forces my voice and breath from me.  I hear myself grunting as the hit ricochets through me. I absolutely love it.  I feel every ounce of his power in those strikes.  I am putty under his punishing blows.   I want more, ever more.

Again he switched to something new.  He never rests from the onslaught but he is in my head.  He knows when to change rhythm, when to move from back to thighs to ass.  We are a matched pair dancing the timeless steps of the sadist and masochist.  He comes around to my face and holds a piece of leather to my lips.  “The one I made especially for you, slut.” It was the slapper he had fashioned himself.  I ran my lips over it, bit it lightly to feel it in my teeth. God, how I love this man. 

When he was done he told me, “Rise when you are ready.  Hold the sides and step down, one foot at a time.” I rose and was relieved I had listened to him and held on.  I was so limp I would have fallen.  I wasn’t in subspace all the way but I was certainly very deep into the sensations and experience. It took me time to come back together. 

“Look what you do to me.  I’ve been dripping the whole time.” I held his hand to steady myself and saw that his cock was hard and he was indeed dripping. I can’t tell you how much that thrills me.  To know that he clearly is very turned on by what we do gives me such a rush of joy. 

“Run your fingers up the base.” He’s teaching me how to milk him.  I put my fingers around the base of his cock and run them up the vein on the underside of him.  As they reach the tip, his come floods out if I’ve done it right. I took my prize and licked my fingers as he watched. 

Implements of Torture

To christen our new home in a new state I wanted to get Daddy something special, something to enhance our D/s lifestyle. We had seen a beautiful Bison flogger together when we chose my collar.  I had thought about it many times since then and he had mentioned it too. So, that is what I chose for him.  

While I was on the Stockroom website I looked around at other things too.  I found a beautifully made tawse.  I was so excited to find it.  Tawses are old school implements that teachers in England and Scotland used to discipline children.  They are usually made from one single piece of leather with a handle.  The long slapper is split down the middle and looks something like a tuning fork in shape. The split is supposed to give it a distinctive sting.  This one has a handsome pattern stamped on the handle.  It is very nice, very quality-made.  

Tawse from Stockroom

Daddy asked me to look around in Scotland when I was there for a tawse.  I never found one.  I researched them and found out that they stopped using them in schools decades ago.  So, I was doubly excited to be able to fulfill this desire.  

The Bison leather made the new flogger quite a bit heavier than his cowhide floggers.  It also has a smooth and shapely Granadillo wood handle. I loved the feel of it and really hoped he liked using it.  When we got to the house and unpacked I tucked both toys under my side of the bed for the right time to give them to him.  

Bison Flogger from Stockroom

Monday came and after our errands and lunch Daddy said he wanted to beat me.  “Is that alright with you?” He asked.

“That sounds perfect to me Daddy.”  He knows I will never turn down play time.  It is my absolute favorite pastime. 

I knelt on the floor on my side of the bed at his feet.  “I have a surprise for you Daddy.  I wanted to give you something to celebrate the beginning of our life here in this new place.”  I brought out the flogger first and then the tawse.  

He was very pleased with both of his gifts. “Thank you very much baby girl.  If you want to play now, go present yourself.”  I rose from his feet and went into the spanking room.

(I have no affiliation to the Stockroom.  I’m just a happy customer.  I hope by linking to their site that they will be okay with me showing you their pictures.)

Poly Play – Part One

Still in Mexico, it was our last full day there.  We took ourselves to the pool once more.  This time Painted Lady tried the brownie and she was very horny by the time we had been in the pool long enough for one drink.  She very rarely does something like that so it hit her hard and fast. 

She made it clear to Coupe that she was feeling quite playful and wanting him.  They have a fun casual thing between them.  They each date other people but when we all get together they are a pair. The two of them drifted off to the other side of the pool to get hot and heavy.

Meanwhile, the rest of us were drinking and carrying on.  We were feeling no pain. El Jefe pinned his wife, Goddess, to the side of the pool and gave her a deep kiss.  I was feeling feisty by then after all that had happened that morning.  When El Jefe was done kissing his wife I said, “My turn!” and locked Goddess in a kiss.  There is something very provocative about her.  She has a naturally sexual quality to her.   

We kissed and it was the first truly sexual kiss we’ve shared.  Before, I was too timid.  This time I was all in.  It was hot and so sinfully decadent.  I have no idea if anyone in the pool noticed two women kissing, I really didn’t care at all.  I was captivated by her. 

Soon after that, El Jefe kissed me too.  It was the first time I’d ever kissed him. Clearly, we all had sex on our minds. Goddess and the men headed up to the room.  Lady and I stayed to finish one last round of drinks.  I knew we’d be playing upstairs in the room soon but Lady wasn’t ready to go up.  We got our drinks and were sipping them. I looked up at our balcony and saw Coupe, young stud that he is, wielding a leather flogger over his head.  That was a real clear message…get your derrières up here!

I pointed to the balcony, “They want us to come up Lady.  Look.” Again, we looked up and now Coupe was motioning us up while I saw a flogger being used in the background.  Daddy was swinging the flogger over the chaise lounge set back on the deck.  Oooo, that meant Goddess was getting her birthday present. What the hell was I still doing in the pool?!?!?

“Come on Lady, we’re going!” I said and headed towards the pool stairs.  Lady came following with her drinks in hand.  She was still heavily under the affects of the brownie.

“You have to drink this,” she said. She handed me one of her happy hour drinks and I downed it.  We had to get upstairs.  We were missing it.

As we entered the room, three sets of eyes turned our way. “We were wondering when you’d get up here,” Daddy said.  He was flogging Goddess, her backside was already very red.  Coupe was caressing her legs and her ass between strokes of the flogger.  El Jefe was standing nearby watching and making sure Goddess was doing well.  I think he and Daddy were taking turns flogging her by the looks of it.  Later Daddy told me all three of them had taken turns.  I was impressed since I knew Coupe did not have much experience with a flogger before then. 

I knelt down near Goddess’ upper body and ran my fingers gently over the marks on her back. She made happy sighs so I kept doing it.  She turned her head to look at me so I kissed her.  She returned the kiss with fervor. The flogging continued while we kissed.  At some point I looked up and Lady was there.  She kissed Goddess passionately as I watched.  I had a front row seat to the action. After a while, Lady turned and kissed me as well. 

“It’s the birthday boy’s turn.” Someone said and Goddess rose to let El Jefe take her place on the chaise. He laid down on his back so he could see and be felt by all the women. He did not want to be flogged, he wanted to be pleasured.  He pulled me to him and we kissed.  El Jefe is gifted with an extremely long and talented tongue.  He’s rather famous for it. Kissing him is quite intense.  I’m pretty sure he held back because kissing him with all that incredible tongue in action would be almost too much.  

At one point I came up for air and looked down to see that Goddess was giving him a blowjob.  I was thrilled.  I had hoped we’d all play sexually but it had never happened before then.  I think we had finally gotten comfortable enough with each other.  I turned back to him and Lady was there kissing him.

“I want to taste those.” El Jefe said after he and Lady came up for air. He was looking at my breasts.  I shucked off my bikini top and lifted my breasts to his lips. He suckled them and his incredible tongue worked me over. Lady moved down to give him head along with Goddess. 

After a couple minutes, Lady was moving about and fell right on her ample behind.  All play stopped to make sure she was okay.  Daddy put a pillow down on the ground so she could kneel comfortably.  The deck wasn’t the most comfortable area for sexual play but that’s where it happened. Coordinating multiple people sexually in a small space is interesting to say the least. Other than this one mishap, I think we did really well.

Play continued with El Jefe pulling me into a long kiss again.  I wrapped my hand around his cock since it seemed to be free at that moment.  I told him, “I think Goddess should get on top of this.” Wanting  him to have the full birthday experience. 

He said, “I think you should get on top of it.” At this comment I stopped short.  What should I do?? I want to please El Jefe but am I allowed? I looked over at Daddy who was sitting and watching. Did he hear the request? He made no sign to me.  Do I break the rhythm? Do I do what he wants? What about condoms? Daddy’s fixed but no one else here is.  Help!  

I looked at Daddy again.  He clearly did not see that I was in a dither. I went back to kissing El Jefe and stroking his cock with my hand. Almost immediately after that he reached orgasm and Goddess’ lips slipped right down over his cock meeting my hand.  She swallowed his load and came up smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat. Whew, wifey to the rescue! That was amazing.

Coming Alive Again

We were having a relaxing day. Breakfast was done and he went out to have a cigar.  Usually that means he is occupied for about an hour.  I decided to have a shower and get dressed so we could go run some errands when he was done. 

I dried off and put on a sexy pair of red lace thong panties for later. As I was pulling a pair of jeans shorts over the panties I looked down the hall and Daddy was standing there watching me. My heart raced a little.  He pointed at my shorts and lowered his finger to the ground.  Oh my, I don’t think we’re going to the store, I thought as I lowered the shorts. 

I kept my eyes on him as he walked down the hall.  He looked me up and down as I stood there in nothing but panties.  “Very nice. I was wondering where you had gone.  I called for you but no answer.” He said as he kissed me.

“Sorry Daddy, I was showering.”

“I see that now.  I was ready to have a nice relaxing blowjob while I had my cigar but you weren’t around.”

“I’m sorry Daddy.” I felt bad.  I had inadvertently missed a cue.

“You should be. Put on your collar and meet me in the dining room.” Then he was gone.  My heart raced faster. I threw off the wet towel on my head, shook out my wet hair and followed him to the dining room.

The chairs were pulled out from the table and the table was clear of everything but the red tablecloth that was on it. He wasn’t there at first.  He came in from the patio holding a length of rope as I was surveying the room.  “Lean over the table, arms out.”  I did as told, stretching my body across the table.  My thighs were up against the edge with my ass out and my breasts on the table top. “Is that a good height?” He asked.  We had never played on this table before.  My grandmother’s dining table. 

“Yes Daddy, it’s good.” I stretched my body out on its surface, my arms in front of me.  When he’s tied me before it’s been on his padded spanking bench or a bed.  The hard table was something new.  He looped the rope several times then laced my wrists in the loops.  He tied me off across the  table to the adjacent bar. Fortunately the bar does not currently have wineglasses in it. “You know the words that will release you if needed?” He asked.  I told him I did.  Our safe words are the standard ‘red’ and ‘yellow’.

Now, I’m stretched across the table with my feet steady on the ground and my ass presented to him.  His hands caress all over my back, butt, and thighs.  I close my eyes to enjoy the warm up for I know some of what is to come.  First, he spanked me barehanded.  He has big, warm hands.  He is incredibly strong and I felt his power in those first strikes.  He spanked me and I bounded forward on the table from the force.  My grandmother’s table creaked under me.  Randomly, I thought of Daddy just recently gluing and fixing the chairs and that he might end up having to do the same to the table.  The strange places one’s mind wanders at the beginning of a beating.

I tilted my head to the side, the table was hard under me.  Daddy had tied me with play in the line so I could move around a bit.  He picked up an implement, possibly an English riding crop and I felt the sting of it.  There were warm up taps all over my ass then he struck me hard.  I know I squirmed and let out breathy noises.  I really try to breath and take as much as possible.  His fingers pushed between my legs and felt my sex.  I was already growing wet and we’d only just started. He positioned the crop up against my clit and moved it back and forth in rapid succession.  It teased my clit so much.  There isn’t enough room between my thighs for any big strikes so I relaxed and pushed out my ass to give Daddy more access. 

His fingers pushed against my clit and rubbed hard.  I moaned into the tabletop.  Next, I felt and heard something different, something new. The sound was light. It was oh so stingy. He was relentless with the swatting implement.  At one point I was close to my breaking point and said,”No please, no Daddy.” Whimpering to him and hoping he’d stop. 

“You’re asking the wrong person, Daddy’s not here.” I had no idea what he meant, I just wanted the stinging to stop.  The cheeks of my ass were getting most of the onslaught and I was close to crying.  

Again I said,”Please Daddy, please no more!” 

“Daddy’s not here, Daddy is the nice one.” He said as he continued to beat my ass with the stingy thing.  “You know how to properly beg for what you want, slave. Or do you no longer want to be my slave?” What? Wait. I did? Oh yes! I did know. It finally occurred to me, my proper protocol.

“Please Sir…please Sir!” I said.  My voice quavered. Pitiful little voice.

“That’s better, slave.” The stinging stopped, thank god. He moved to my side and roughly lifted my head by my hair.  I looked up at him and he kissed me.  I clung to his lips like a castaway on a sinking ship.  Our connection, his lips, these were my saviors right then. “You know what that was, don’t you?”  I shook my head.  “That was the stingy toy you bought for Goddess.” He showed me the toy.  It was a crop with a long handle and a plastic red hand for the swatting end.  I had bought it to tease Goddess and now he was using it on me.

“Lift yourself up.” He said.  I raised up on my forearms, my breasts only slightly on the table.  He chose a different crop this time.  It felt like a crop but slightly different.  It was less stingy, easier on my skin.  He peppered my back with a light smattering of hits.  He focused some stronger strikes on my shoulders which felt almost like a massage.  I loved that.  

After some time spent using the second crop he switched to his heavy flogger.  This flogger is well oiled leather so it feels very heavy on the skin.  He used it mainly on my ass.  The tops of my asscheeks took many hard hits.  It hits so heavily that it felt like I was being punched with it. Each strike forced out a blast of breath and a staccato sound from me. Wetness from my pussy coated the insides of my thighs. He stopped for a moment and rubbed his hard cock against my heat emitting ass.  “See what you do to me?” He said.  I pushed back against him.  I wanted him inside me so badly.  He teased me with his body pushed up against mine, his hands pushing up under my chest to grab my breasts.  I moaned shamelessly for him.  

He continued flogging me.  My back and ass took the heat.  Finally he rested.  I could hear his labored breathing.  It is quite a workout to flog and beat someone like that.  He untied me from the bar and grabbed the rope at my wrists.  He pulled me unceremoniously down the hall to our bedroom. I saw rive let’s of sweat running down his back.  “Get on the bed.” He said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.  He untied me and said, “Keep your arms out on the bed, do not move them. Eyes closed.”  After being tied for so long, he knew all I ached for was to touch him.  Damn it, I thought.  I could have cried right then.  I wanted connection. “Legs spread, knees bent.”  He mounted the bed with his cock against my pussy. Connection, I would get. 

To be continued…