Punishment and Peace

Last night I had a little work thing that I invited j to. He’s always very helpful in getting things set up and just helping to keep me in the right frame of mind. I work with a bunch of women who can’t seem to get organized. I’m not in a position to organize anything; I’m just not that high up on the ladder, by choice. Years ago I was and I stepped down from it because it wasn’t my passion, and if I’m not passionate about what I’m doing, I become resentful and angry and bitter. I made the right choice. Last night was a fine example of how I’ll never really be able to escape it htough. I want things to go well, I want them to go smoothly, and I want them to be done ‘right’, even if ‘right’ isn’t the same way I’d do it.

After that, we went out for dinner, the three of us. My husband thinks the boy spends too much money on us and in a way he does. But he’s not just buying us dinner, he’s giving us an experience. That’s what’s important to him really. Before the work thing, we’d been talking about when he won’t be working anymore, which will be just a few months from now. He’ll be staying at my house during the week. He’ll have daily and weekly chores, he’ll be making me lunches so I can come home and eat with him alone, he’ll be making supper so all three of us can eat together, and he’ll either go home at nights so he can see the place he’s renting or he’ll go home on weekends. We’ll iron it all out later, when the time comes closer for this to happen. I’ve always wanted a ‘housewife’ and he’d make the perfect one.

Because we’d just had that conversation, because the two of us knew in our heads that this will come to an end soon, because he’ll have a limited income sooner than not, now is the only time he’s really going to be able to do this, so I’m not going to tell him he can’t. Eventually he’ll be making our dinners and we’ll still have that experience, but it’ll be different. We just hadn’t exchanged all of this information with my husband yet, so he was flattered we were being taken out again, but thought it was ridiculous at the same time. I can see where they’re both coming from, but we have a solution in mind.

As we were driving to dinner, the car was acting up like it’d been. I know it stresses my kitten out something awful, so I tried to bring him back. He snapped at my husband. My husband didn’t recognize it the same way that j and I did, but it upset me. There was some silence in the car. I had a moment where I knew I should correct him verbally, right then, and let it pass. So then I was angry at myself. My boy is particularly observant of my moods and immediately picked up that I was irritated, and suggested at him, which I couldn’t deny.

We talked about it in the car right then, just enough to point out that I thought he was being short and I didn’t appreciate it. He agreed and immediately apologized to my husband. Later at dinner I explained I’d mostly been mad at myself for not saying something outright, explaining that I was afraid I would make my husband feel uncomfortable if I did. Luckily we all got it cleared that it didn’t bother anyone if something of that nature was brought to light, which relieved a lot of pressure off of me.

When we got home, I paddled him. I’ve always felt so mixed about using any kind of physical punishment. The only way that I can is knowing that the paddling really isn’t the punishment. The punishment was the silence, was him knowing that he’d acted out in a way neither of us like, and atonement for it had been apologizing. The paddling just gave us a way to get through the leftover emotion, I think. We talked through it. I asked him to pinpoint what he’d done wrong and we discussed solutions for next time, coming up with the fact that he’d just stop talking and also to tell me how he was feeling. After that, I said he could let it go. He’d been punished for it and now it was done and over, and it is.

There were a lot of highlights in the day as well. One of them had been talking about him being my housewife. Another had been when I put him in the doorway, wrists crossed over his head and pressed against the door frame. I thought we could look at eyebolts, see if we couldn’t install one over his doorway in his apartment. He takes up enough space that I have to push him to get through, which is fun for me. Otherwise, he’s standing there, naked, and I can have full access to his body. That’s exciting to me. Finally, we found the matching collar to the cuffs we just got him. He’ll be one fantastic vision of sexy boy once he’s complete in that ‘outfit’. It’ll be another good reason to get pictures of him.

Smothered In Love

Due to having so much vacation time at work that they refused to pay out anymore until I took some, I’ve got plenty of time off in the month of December. Naturally I decided to spend it with my boy, j. He took off Thursday so he could clean up his house and get prepared for the weekend and also took off Friday with me so we could go out and have all kinds of fun. My husband saved his vacation time for January, when we’ll be heading up to Colorado to see our friends Kayn and Boshemia. This weekend started on Thursday night, when j packed up his bags and spent the night on our floor.

My husband doesn’t usually get home until about three hours after I’m home from work and j usually times it so he can be there right when I get off from work, so we had some time to play together that evening. My husband had bought a toy for me to play with because of my sensitivity in my nipples. We thought vibrating nipple clamps would be da bomb but sadly, we discovered that the vibrating part wasn’t anywhere near the clamp so I didn’t feel anything at all, unless it was lying down against my breast, which wasn’t stimulating at all. Rather than to let this go to waste, I decided I’d try them out on my boy. I clamped one to the shaft of his cock and the other underneath his balls and then set it to vibrate and watched him squirm all over the place. He appeared to like them just fine, so we’ll be adding the toy to his naughty cupboard rather than keeping them in my drawer. I have pictures that I had to take of the game, but I don’t have them with me this weekend.

After that enjoyable game of making him squirm, I decided I wanted an orgasm. I climbed on top of him and was rubbing myself against his hard cock. He’d asked earlier if he could use his mouth at some point over the weekend, so I offered him a nipple to play with. Before long, I was pressing myself down on his face, smothering him with my breast for a bit of the breath play that the both of us really enjoy. I could feel him gasping for breath, which was what eventually pushed me over the edge for orgasm. He still wasn’t allowed, but this was the weekend that I told him he could finally have an orgasm. Then, it was time for dinner.

Dinner is a usual thing for the three of us. It started the second week that j and I knew each other, originating because I wanted to take him out for dinner on his 29th birthday. He asked if we could invite my husband along so he could meet him as well and then every Saturday night after that, we’ve all three gotten together for dinner. It’s been a really great tradition for us, since we all absolutely love and adore food and also because j knows so many wonderful restaurants in the area. This week it was Red Lobster because I was craving seafood.

Friday morning, my husband got up to go to work and I got to sleep in. When I did finally get up, it was only to lounge about for a bit. I had things planned for the day but I didn’t have enough time to do anything really productive before we had to leave the house. After my shower and getting ready, j drove me to Phoenix, which is where my husband works (and coincidentally where my boy lives) and we stopped by Einstein’s to pick up lunch for my husband and his friend that works with him. We also got a bucket of bagels for everyone else in the office (and those that just pass through). We took that to them and stayed and visit for a long while. There was someone he works with that plays World of Warcraft so we all four talked about that just briefly before he had to head back to work.

After that excursion, we stopped by j’s apartment so he could shower and so we could watch a bit of television before heading home again. There, I got him set up to do some chores around the house. I bought him a leather collar with a bow tie on it so he could wear that whenever he was cleaning. He can put it on himself, or bring it to me to put on, but only I can take it off of him. When he’s wearing that collar, he has to be working in or around the house somehow. Also, he’s not allowed to speak, except to ask a question pertaining to his chores. This was a good way of implementing our rituals around my husband, so he had a clear idea of when j was available to talk to as a friend and when he was serving as my slave. The distinction is very important to us because my husband doesn’t participate in the D/s aspect of our lives. Tolerant and knowledgeable, but not a participant.

For dinner that night, we tried a new Chinese restaurant that turned out to be better than any of us were expecting, I think. It also made us realize we needed to try Mongolian BBQ at some point and only increased my cravings for sushi, so I’m expecting for that to be on the menu sometime soon. After dinner, j and I packed my things and we headed to his apartment to start our weekend together.

By the time we got there, I was already very, very tired, so we basically climbed into bed. When I first get in bed, he’s welcome to snuggle up with me and show me affection. When I roll onto my side, it’s time for me to sleep and he’s to stay near, but not interfere, not that he ever has. He was being so sweet and touching me so wonderfully that I couldn’t quite bring myself to roll over and actually go to sleep. He kept saying it would be fine if I did – I wasn’t feeling well and he wasn’t tired enough to sleep just yet.

What started out as perfectly innocent and wonderfully sweet ended up in the most pain we’ve ever exchanged. I wanted an orgasm but I can rarely get off to such sweet things like that. So while he was running his fingers over my skin, I was digging my nails into his. He’d whimper and nearly cry, but never really get to the point of tears. I tore up his sides and over one of his shoulders. Both of us thought I’d drawn blood at some point, but after examining him when we were done, it appeared I hadn’t. I came harder than I could ever remember with him clinging to me and whimpering through the pain. Typically after something like that, I’ll hold him close and he needs to snuggle up as well. However, his asthma decided to make a fuss, putting him on the other side of the bed sitting up so he could breathe. He was in a completely submissive frame of mind and I hated to leave him there without any after care, but he assured me he was fine and that he’d come over to me when he was able to breathe. He attempted to several times, in fact, but it was never lasting. At the very least, he was able to tell me how he was feeling before I drifted off to sleep, which was a fantastic compromise.

Saturday was our date day, to some degree. I woke up feeling incredible amounts of ill. I could hardly breathe and I had to have him stay away from me entirely because I was somewhere on the verge of either not breathing or vomiting and I didn’t especially want anyone around me for that. He offered to go and get coffee to help me out and some medicine, so I sent him out for that. After that, I was at least able to breathe fine. I lounged around for a bit, unsure of if I’d be well enough to go out, and then got dressed. I had to get my husband’s present for him this weekend, before it was entirely too late.

We looked around at a Circuit City since it was going out of business but as expected, they were pretty much cleaned out of absolutely everything. We went to the Apple store so we could both gush over iPhones. j mentioned that they had family plans, which we’ve briefly discussed before. Since his phone is through is employer, and because he won’t be employed with them for much longer, he was going to need cell service. My husband and I have our phone contract ending in a couple of weeks, so this would be the perfect time to put the three of us together on one plan.

After that, it was time to hit the mall. I was looking for a few new things, but I hate clothes shopping for myself so it was a bust deal. We did find a little store to play in, giggling over all the ridiculous merchandise, so we did have plenty of fun even though the point of the store was lost to us. We found a little mexican restaurant to have lunch in and had some delicious margaritas to help our shopping day even more. After lunch, it was back out for presents!

We had some silly fun together explaining to an associate that we were looking for a gift for my husband. It’s always fun to explain that to someone as they’re watching me and j holding hands and just being sweet to one another in general. We finally secured *the perfect gift* when we discovered that j didn’t have his cell phone on him. So we backtracked to the restaurant to find it and had no luck there. He wasn’t over concerned with it being gone (since it’d mean a new phone) but it would still be nice to find it. We were headed back to the apartment when I realized I didn’t want to go home yet. I hate to shop, but I didn’t want to be in yet either. He’d mentioned a furniture store where he got his furniture from and I wanted to look around that, so we did. But, he asked if we could stop at the apartment for just a moment before that and since we were on his street anyhow, I said it was fine.

Two minutes later he came out with his phone in hand. Seems he hadn’t taken it with at all, much to my amusement. The furniture store had all kinds of things that I loved in it. Some of it was disgustingly expensive and some of it was so reasonable I could picture buying it to decorate a house with. I told him that when the three of us were living together, this is where we’d go shopping and he got all quiet, asking if I’d thought of that as well. My husband and I know that someday j will live with us. Right now it wouldn’t work though, and that’s fine for all three of us. Someday though I’d love for the three of us to buy a house together and to live together like a real family.

After that, I still wasn’t ready to call it a night, so he asked if maybe I’d want to get a drink. There was a restaurant he’d taken me to before right next to the furniture store. We got some beer and sat on the patio where there was a wood burning fireplace and two lovely couples enjoying the evening near us. He looked handsome as the sun was setting, the way he was sitting and his demeanor. I sure wish I’d taken my camera with me. It was a good place to relax for the evening, especially considering that mere moments before we’d had the strangest thing ever happen: he absolutely completely forgot to open a door for me. It doesn’t seem like such a huge deal really, except that it’s one of his rules and he has never, ever forgotten to open a door for me. Once or twice my husband beats him to the door and holds it for everyone, but j has never forgotten like he did a moment ago in the parking lot. On top of that, when he was pouring our drinks, he told me to taste his. Again, it’s not the sort of thing that seems like such a big deal, except that he’s not allowed to tell me what to do, ever. He may make suggestions, but the act of telling me what to do is not conducive to the relationship we want to have. So, as we were sitting on that patio, him reeling from his mistakes and me needing to help him through it, he was put in time-out, unable to speak for a few minutes so he could clear his head and get him back into the place he needed to be. It worked wonders.

The rest of the evening was spent talking about our plans for Disneyland at the end of the month and talking a bit more about his last relationship, which he’s still working through I think. Eventually we gathered ourselves and headed home. By the time we were there though, I wanted to be out again, so I told him I wanted to see Milk. The theater was crowded, completely unlike the last movie we went to see. We hadn’t had dinner but I wasn’t too hungry, so we shared nachos. He was my jalepeno bitch for the night, putting one on every chip. We snickered a bit over that. The movie wasn’t amazing but it wasn’t bad and we had fun talking about it on the way home.

When we were finally home for good, we climbed into bed together and I had him climb on top of me so I could use his cock to have an orgasm. Then, I rolled him over and leaned over him and kissed him and finally let him come as well. This time he’d been restricted for three weeks so he was very relieved. He’d made a mess all over me though, which ensured he was doing a load of laundry in the morning.

Today the only thing we have on the agenda is dinner with my husband. We’re doing fondue for the first time (my husband and I anyhow; j’s done everything food-related before) and I’m expecting we’ll have a wonderful time. My boys go back to work tomorrow but I still have two more days off. I’ll be playing around the world of Azeroth I’m sure, completely content that everything in my life is just as wonderful as it is.