Friday, 27 April 2012

27 April 2012

Dear Diary

I was very naughty on Wednesday, and boy did I get taught a lesson.

My Master, Country Spanker, punished me quite severely, but if I'm honest with you, I don't think the punishment fitted the crime, I definitely deserved an awful lot more.

Firstly, I was over my Master's knee for a considerable time having the wooden spoon across my bottom.  My bare bottom on show and the wooden spoon making it very red and very sore.  Initially, because I actually felt bad and felt I needed to be punished, the spanking felt different.  I felt different.  I didn't feel that I should be enjoying it because I had been naughty, and it wasn't play for me, I did need to be punished.

Later I decided to switch off to my head and relaxed a little and stopped thinking about what I had done and decided to just enjoy my punishment who gives a shit what I have done, I love to be spanked,so I am going to enjoy every moment of it and god was there a lot of spanking so a hell of a lot of enjoyment.

I received the wooden spoon and leather belt and the cane on my bare bottom and I have to say, it felt amazing.  My bottom was very sore and I felt a great need to rub it, however, if I put my hand in the way to rub it then it may get the belt across it, and I know that hurts a lot, so didn't want to take the risk.  Instead I decided to think about the excitement I was feeling from my sore bottom.  I could feel a lot of moisture between my legs and honestly needed a feel my Master inside me, but tonight was all about him, I had some making up to do.  I hope my Master enjoyed his night, but I think I may be in trouble some more seeing as this happened on Wednesday and I have only managed to record it in the diary today, so I may have to blog again tomorrow with a punishment I may receive later.

Monday, 23 April 2012

23 April 2012

Dear Diary

Well it looks like things are looking up, in more ways than one.  I managed to lay on my front across the settee last night with my Master sat on the end.  I was wearing my leggings and it wasn't long before my bottom was getting a spanking.

I was very naughty and took control a little to help my Master along a little, to get him more in the mood for my bottom, to show him how much I wanted to be punished, and I know it worked, it wasn't long before the wooden spoon was across my bottom, so even though his confidence was lacking, he had every intention of spanking me because otherwise the wooden spoon would not have been to hand.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a very long session, but I know my bottom got very sore very quickly.

My Master rubbed my bottom quite a bit on my leggings and after I had helped him a little to realise how much I wanted to be spanked, then I was spanked a little on my leggings.  I'm sure you know that leggings are not very thick so straight away there is a stinging sensation.  Immediately I am pushing my bottom further in the air so as to encourage the next stroke on my bottom.  Shortly afterwards my leggings and knickers were pulled down and I receive the wooden spoon on my bare bottom.  I do moan with pure pleasure.  It has been too long since I have felt like this.  I am in heaven and I am totally sure that my Master is too.  His pleasure is showing very clearly.  I have a sore bottom which is tingling and a wet pussy which is tingling even more and in much need of some attention . . . . . . .

I hope I have got my punisher back - for both fun and discipline.  I hope to be able to write more in my diary, but that is all down to my Master, Country Spanker. 

Please sir "Spank Me!"

Sunday, 22 April 2012

22 April 2012

I am having problems at the moment.  My master is having serious issues with regard to spanking me.  He is trying to stay away from my bottom completely, and it is driving me insane.  I can't get out my white trousers to wear to tease him because the weather is rubbish, but if I have to ruin a pair of trousers to get him to spank me then I will.

I have a pair of leggings on today and he has had a couple of feels and has used the wooden spoon on me, but I am not completely convinced that my Master's confidence is back.

He thinks that I do not enjoy being spanked, please help me to convince him that I do enjoy being spanked, that I love having a red sore bottom, I love being over his knee or bent over the end of the bed and having all our spanking toys out, whether it be a discipline session or just for fun. Go to Country Spanker and please tell him that I love being spanked by him.  If you have read my previous blogs you will see how much I do.

Please Country Spanker put me over your knee tonight, sat on the couch and give me a hand spanking, I beg you.

I will keep you informed tomorrow if I get spanked tonight!!

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Wednesday 4 April 2012

Dear Diary

I have been a little naughty and not recorded the spanking I received yesterday, so maybe I may just be in trouble again once my Master reads this.

Yesterday evening I was walking up the stairs only to hear footsteps behind me, getting faster and closer.  I was given a quick hand slap on my bottom and taken into the bedroom and put over my Master's knee where I received a long hand spanking.  I was wearing a silky style pair of trousers which I know my Master likes the feel of.  After a very long warm up on my bottom, my trousers were taken down and I received a spanking on my knickered bottom not only with the hand but also the table tennis bat and wooden spoon.  I could feel myself getting more and more aroused with each passing minute.

My knickers were then taken down and I was told to get over the end of the bed.  I received a bare bottom spanking with the hand, wooden spoon, table tennis bat and a few strokes with the cane. 

When my Master was spanking my bottom at the top, with every stroke I was having a shiver going straight down my spine and I could feel the juices starting to flow.

God I do love being spanked.  I want to sometimes push my bottom up higher as if to request to be spanked more and harder.  I must try and remember that I am being punished and that its not for my pleasure, however, that is really difficult when I have all these warm feelings inside with every stroke on my bottom.

Will see what can get up to in the next few days in order to receive another punishment.

Thursday, 29 March 2012

Thursday 29 March 2012

Dear Diary

I can't remember the last time my master spanked me, and I am feeling extremely unwanted.  I am missing having my bottom spanked and the lovely tingle my bottom has when it has been spanked.

I am missing having the table tennis bat across my bottom.  He is, rarely, giving me the occasional tap with the wooden spoon when we are in the kitchen doing tea.

This weekend we have a house to ourselves and there are a few things to do in the garden, so I plan on wearing white trousers and bending over lots to hopefully get things moving again.

If this fails I guess I will have to be very very naughty.  Now what can I do ...............

Monday, 12 March 2012

Monday 12 March 2012

Its been quite a hectic weekend sorry Diary that I haven't written to you.  I managed to tease my Master over the weekend lots by wearing tight trousers and black leggings, so every time I bent over to pick something up, and I found lots of opportunities to that, I could hear my master moan with pure pleasure.

It finally came to a head today, when my Master called me over, and I didn't respond immediately, so he grabbed me and told me to get over the end of the sofa.  I was quite cold and therefore the quick succession of hand spanking on firstly my trousered bottom, then knickered bottom and finally my bare bottom came quite sharp.  Come to think of it I'm not entirely sure now that it was a hand spanking, it may have been the wooden spoon, I just get so lost in the moment that sometimes I cannot recall what is used to spank me.  They all feel so very good.

After a little while, I am told to go upstairs.  I am not allowed to dress and have to walk up the stairs holding my trousers and knickers on but not up.  When I get upstairs my Master is ahead of me and sitting on the bed with his leg out, telling me to get over his knee.  I don't have to count today, just lay there and feel as each stroke comes down harder and faster on my bare bottom.

I do struggle to not moan in pure pleasure, it really does feel so very good.  I can feel lots of moisture and a great desire for sex which is only intensified by the fact that I'm sure I can feel my Master's cock is hard. 

Unfortunately the session did not end in any penetration, but who knows maybe tomorrow.

Friday, 9 March 2012

Friday 9 March 2012

The day didn't start off too well this morning.  I think I had been awake only an hour when I heard my name being shouted and being told to get upstairs and get over the end of the bed and have my bottom on display. 

I knew I was in trouble.  I knew that I was going to get a sore bottom again.  The house was completely empty apart from us so I knew that any noise could be made and therefore any tool could come out to punish me and probably would.  My heart started to pound. 

You see this isn't the first time I have been told to get over the end of the bed so I knew how things might be going.  I walked up the stairs quickly, I didn't want to make things worse for my bottom.  I pulled down my trousers, leaving my white knickers on and layed out over the edge of the bed.  I layed there for what felt like ages, just listening for the footsteps coming up the stairs. 

I don't actually remember hearing them but I did hear them when they were in the bedroom with me.  My master walked around the bed.  My heart started to race.  With that my master told me I was going to be punished, that with pleasure must come pain.  What he meant was, I had been made love to the day before and orgasms are very pleasureable and therefore I was owed some pain.

Straight away I felt a sting on my bottom.  My bottom was very cold and from the feeling I had on my bottom, the size and sting I knew that I was getting the leather paddle.  I was told to count.  I straight away said "one sir".

As soon as I said "one sir" the next sting came on my bottom. Already my bottom was quite sore, when you are spanked on a very cold bottom, with no warm up, it comes very sharp. But even though I could feel my bottom getting sore and stinging, I could also feel a very warm tingling feeling elsewhere, even though I should not like being spanked, deep down inside me I do enjoy it, of course I do not let my master know that, not quite sure it could be classed as pain if he found out I actually enjoy it.

"Two sir" I said. This time it wasn't said straight away. I left it a while, giving me time to enjoy the feeling and also to allow my bottom a little time to recover before the next sting, and then there it was again. I was desperate to give my bottom a little rub with my hand, but I knew if I did that would mean an even harder sting or even the possibility of my fingers stinging. "Three sir, four sir, five sir".

By this time my bottom was very sore indeed and I could only imagine its colour. My favourite colour, RED. My master at this point told me I had to remove my knickers. I took them down slowly. I like slow because you get to feel the contrast of the cold knickers on your very hot bottom.

"Six sir". This one came very sharp. No knickers to protect me. I know that knickers are not thick, but they do give you a little protection. I was even more in need to rub my bottom now but I resisted, thinking I must almost be there now. "Seven sir". Each time the paddle came down, you can hear it swoosh in the air. "Eight sir". My bottom by this time is so very sore, stinging so very much and my knickers are wet, I am so very turned on, but I must make my moans appear to be from the pain and not pleasure, I must not let my master see that really I enjoy being spanked. "Nine sir". I think at this point, I may only have one left, and if this is the case then the next one, will definitely sting a lot more than the others, possibly more than them all put together. "Ten sir", yes I was right, definitely a hard one. I immediatly rub my bottom and am told that I can get up now.

I am told to look in the mirror at the colour of my bottom. It really does look quite red. Pulling my pants and trousers back up does rub a little. With my hand on my bottom over my trousers, I can slightly feel a little heat.

Now to try and find something to get punished for tomorrow.  Maybe I'll make my master's cock hard without permission see if that gets me into trouble .........