Again I’ve taken a while to get back to writing! I was doing so well for a while. But we’ve really been enjoying our summer. We slowed the pace a bit–I think it’s mostly been 3 times a week, maybe sometimes only 2. Things are getting a little tricky; we’ve been failing to find work and we’ve moved to living on savings. We’re not really succeeding in spending any less money than we used to, when I had a better-paying job, so that’s kind of scary. It’s been a little distracting, to be honest.
On the other hand, we’ve been on an incredible string of bests and news and many, many biggests. Like, Saturday night, which followed big nights Thursday and Friday, wasn’t a best ever. I had gotten too drunk at dinner and after, like probably 3 drinks over a couple hours so I wasn’t wasted or anything (I don’t get wasted), but that’s enough to interfere with the THC. (As an aside: my college friends and I used to talk about how getting drunk first, then stoned, resulted sometimes in getting really extremely blasted. We smoked back then, so I bet what happened was the alcohol interfered with feeling high quickly enough, leading us to take more hits, leading eventually to complete brainlessness. Like sitting on the coach immobile for two hours.) But I mention that because it came after, I don’t know, maybe five best-evers in a row? Maybe more? Like almost every time since my last post, so more than 5 weeks, and about 15 big nights.
I guess I shouldn’t act like anybody reading this post already read the previous 60 posts, in which I obsess over how so may of our nights could be the best ever. So I’ll obsess about it a little more now. Here is the overall picture: we know that each of these best-ever big nights is not better than every other one. But whenever we have a night that goes great from start to finish, it can’t be worse than any of those other nights either; also, that we really are still getting better and more intimate and feeling stronger together, so they often may really be the best night ever.
Case in point: oh my gosh, my naughty girl has been so in need of discipline! Every night she needs to be reminded how slutty she is and how much she needs to be punished. Even she says she deserves it. “Please, master, spank me again, I need more discipline.” And she begs to be told what she’s done wrong … but it’s so easy because she loves being disciplined, and that’s really very slutty, so she has to be spanked just for wanting to be spanked. (I think I’ve mentioned before how convenient this is, but I do come up with other infractions based on our real life, too). Of course, there are other times I’ve told a story in which she behaves very badly–scissoring some other girl, or fucking some cute 25 year old boy, or two of them–and sometimes she loves those stories so much and gets so turned on by them that I really have to discipline her for her behavior in the stories.
Some of these last few days, she was back in her sorority in college, and I was either her professor or the hot, somewhat older working-class guy across the street. As her professor, she saw me spanking one of her classmates in my office, and then demanded to be afforded the same treatment. (See the first couple minutes of TUSHY student gets punished by professor for the inspiration.) I complied, but took the punishment somewhat further since her demand was so inappropriate. I got out the cane and got her ass a little bit red, in fact. When I was her neighbor, first she came over and seduced me after seeing me working outside; we fucked in my place. But then she found out that I’d been doing all her sorority sisters, too; and for a pledge event the chapter president asked me to be the stunt cock. The pledges all got spanked–in fact, my wife was in charge of spanking an innocent 18 year old. Any of them who caused trouble (to be honest, it was unclear in the story what constituted trouble) had to take my cock in their mouths, get me hard, then swallow me deep in their throats. If they didn’t go deep enough, the president paddled their asses until they did better. Anyway, her participation in this horrible hazing merited even more serious punishment.
Can I tell you my favorite thing? Sometimes when she’s on her belly and I’m spanking or whipping her ass, she gets so turned on that she arches way up on her hands, head thrown back, tits thrust out, beautiful black hair all crazy, and just whimpers in pleasure (I don’t hit hard enough to cause actual pain). Her ass clenching and releasing with every strike–I feel so good seeing that. I’ll then maybe spread out her legs and spank her pussy from behind, and that completely sets her off. (If you’re just tuning in, see our About page for what this is all about.)
Oh, and before I forget, my abs made her come. I was on top of her, kissing her, with my abs pressed against her stomach. We stopped kissing, I stopped moving, and she came, quickly. “That was your abs,” she said. Hot fucking damn, what a goddess. Or demon.
There’s one important lesson worth relating. Earlier in the week–Tuesday and Wednesday–she was already getting horny and asking me to play with her. I was in a bad mood from not making any money and not having any good ideas about how to make any (usually the ideas come fast, it’s the execution that’s complicated), and also feeling like it would be irresponsible, since I’m less productive the next day. But it’s kind of like the old “I have a headache” excuse, right? Sex cures headaches. And every time we fuck I feel a lot better about myself, because it reminds me that I’m good at some things. The lesson, in other words, is have sex with your partners when they want to and you’re able, because at the end of it you’ll be better off than you were before.
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