The Spinster's Exploits

Well – last weekend I was all psyched up to beat up my Established, polyamorous sub-identifying switchy lover on trumped-up charges of insulting me. But it was a scorching afternoon in my conservatory where I was practicing my naturism and he looked weary and started stripping off, so I did the decent thing – and offered him a cuppa. And the moment seemed to pass, and we had a weekend of simple pleasures – Rummikub, my version of coq au vin, lots of TV, blobbing, my Welsh chat group, and a walk in a country park. I was pleased we got to see the last of the bluebells and he was happy to see a little family of birds on the river – possibly dippers – I’m not so hot on birds – he knew, but my memory is hazy…

And we were having a lazy start to Sunday, when I was thinking – another lovely weekend of friendship and non-blush-making benefits when I rushed to the loo after the delightful Paddy O’Connell on R4’s Broadcasting House. And on my return there was a cushion in the centre of the bed as he had decided to celebrate 12 months of fun with me by giving ME a beating! I think I may have huffed and protested, but a bit hollow. I’m all for unexpected fun in the sex/kink area!

He had thought about 12 times 12 with using various implements, but decided that was a bit much! However, by the time he’d tried out a fair number of my hitty toys, I’m not sure there many less than 144 strokes!

And he was generous enough to give me lots of attention resulting in a lovely orgasm, and I repaid him with nipple clamps, pinwheel, scratching and biting. I have never really been a biter, but somehow, I can’t resist! I love teasing and nursery-slope-torture. And feel quite safe that he is pretty tough thanks to the pain and pleasure he gets elsewhere.

Which brings us neatly to this weekend! He was off gallivanting and possibly getting a flirting opportunity with the woman he knows in everyday life, who was possibly interested. And this was to be followed by a BDSM event of Dommes and Goddesses and sub servers and worshippers. It was a follow-up from his last event with more opportunities for one-on-one action and impact play* and the Domme who interests him would be there again and they had exchanged casual correspondence. So he was in for an exciting time!

I had a very pleasant weekend that included tai-chi qi gong, sorting my freezer, catching up with filing including bits of paper that were over 12 years old – very satisfying but definitely not a spectator sport! And lots of puzzle, novel-reading, radio and TV. And my Subby Spiritual Elf got in touch as he had a free weekend, so we decided to have a day out. We were going to go to a spiritual fayre, but he got the date wrong. So then it was a witchy one, but that too was for another weekend. And so we ended up on a steam train which was lovely and followed by a drive back through the valleys and I rewarded him with a trip to my local Chinese eatery.

We were fit for very little other than a cuppa and some TV. I offered him the opportunity to dress up, and he did so – and came back in a new maid’s costume. So after some TV we went through his punishment/log book and he’d not quite got it, but had had a go and his writing was very neat. And he promised to do it properly, when I showed him what was expected. And it semed rude not to punish him as he was all dressed up and he HAD picked up his phone when driving, AND got into bad vaping habits…

As said – I’m a bit of a softy on the giving and receiving end of punishment and avoid the eye-watering stuff, but I do now love swinging an implement and reddening a bum – And I am rather enjoying being a newbie Domestic Domme and Kinky Life Coach/Probation Officer! We had lots of ideas about possible punishments and rewards as I punished and rewarded him, so hopefully the log book and new system should work out well for as long as it is something he wishes to do.   

*Impact play is what I call playing with my hitty toys and spanking. He is so BDSM compared with me. Like all groups, BDSMers have their jargon and anacronyms. He’d done a questionnaire re interests, desires, boundaries etc for his event and CBT was one of his choices for a good time. And I honestly couldn’t think what it was – cock and ball torture to the uninitiated – not to be mixed up with Cognitive Behavioural Therapy as he pointed out!