Lucky Tree

40 is the new...27?

I turned 40 on the 1st of June. The Lord Krishna asked me what I wanted for my birthday and since he bought be a new bike for Mother's Day, there really wasn't anything I could think that I wanted.

Except, you know...some spanking.

It took us a couple of weeks to make this happen. It was definitely worth the wait!

Lately we've moved onto the fun and joy of spanking, letting things like submission go by the wayside. But funny how all that works. The more I enjoy a night of spanking and raunchy sex, the more submissive I feel, returning to those old habits that were around before the little one arrived in our lives. These days it feels like playtime for us.

The plan was for me to get my 40 spanks. And I was to count them out, but it had been so long since we'd done this that he wouldn't let me count ones that he thought we were too light. And since we hadn't done this in while, I didn't think many of them were too light.

I would count, in an asking tone and he would just keep going until he thought he landed one that he thought should be counted. Occasionally he would ring his Tibetan singing bowl which was just in reach and when he did I knew that one counted.

I got a few whacks on my breasts too and jeez, I'd forgotten how much I missed that!

He spanked, I squirmed. When he sensed I was bracing myself for another one, he would pick up the pace, so I was really experiencing something I couldn't control. It was a nice change from all the control I need to maintain for the baby. At one point, I just sank into the sensations and truly at the end of the night, I felt I had gotten a little vacation from all the hustle and bustle of child rearing.

When we got to 25, I felt like we were finally making progress towards my 40. Then 26 hit and it stung past the numbness that had taken over my ass. 27, I asked. No response from Him.

27?

No response because he was pulling out his Divine Cock which was promptly shoved into my mouth. After a while, he turned me around and started pushing into my butt. This has been a relatively new consistent thing for us, but that night it was deeper and harder and I felt pain blossoming all through my backside.

On my knees I naturally pulled away as he pounded into me, but he kept following until I had hit up against the couch and there was no where else to go or do except clutch the cushions of the couch and take the piercing pain that I had wanted.

I wanted this?

I remembered how much when the orgasm came crashing in.

So, apparently 40 is the new 27.

The anal plug that was promptly ordered the next day is due to arrive this afternoon.

And, of course, he warned me last night that we will be starting over in the attempt to get to that 40.

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I added that photo on top of this post because it feels like we are blowing away how we lived our lives before and creating a new one. One which includes more anal play, I guess.

Peep Art

Something new this year in my life is participating in a weekly craft challenge. This week's challenge was to craft something involving Peeps.

Did you know that there is an official Peep contest every year?

A few years back I remember seeing this image on some kinky blog somewhere. I couldn't stop thinking about it while I was working on this week's craft challenge. I wish I could have been this creative, but then if I had I probably couldn't have shared it with my craft group. Although I am certain that a few of them would have been thoroughly amused!


Image found here.

This is what I made. It's nowhere near as fun as the Peep Show. I still feel good about it!



Now that the Lord Krishna and I are re-connecting again, it's amazing to see the energy I have to do things like this!

The result of girl's night out.

He told me to change back into the first outfit. The baby started clapping her hands when I walked out from the bedroom. They both approved.

It was Friday night and I was meeting a group of Mamas for drinks at a local restaurant by the river. I was nervous and a bit sad to be leaving Him on that night. But, I had planned this so I did have to attend.

[Last summer I organized some Mamas in this city, brought them together for regular twice a month Outings to parks, museums, zoos. Once a month we get together for drinks. I am proud to say that there is over a hundred members of this group now, we are connected on Facebook, and generally it's a good time.]

But Friday night drinks? I swore I was never going to organize for a Friday night again. Another Mama was picking me up and so, the Lord Krishna suggested I take advantage of this and have a few glasses of wine.

It was the first time I've worn lipstick since December 2009. I dressed up and for the first time in a long time, I felt pretty and sexy. I even had remembered to wear his favorite thong under my tight-fitting skirt.

A few glasses of wine turned into four.

I came home with the hiccups which he found immensely amusing. We chatted a while. Him sitting in his big, leather chair. Me on the floor, at his feet, by the fireplace. When my hiccups finally faded away, he stood up, grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the chair.

My skirt came off quick and all there was for him to see was the pink thong.

I could tell he was happy with what he saw.

I could tell he was happy to be taking advantage of my drunken state of mind.

It had been a while since I was in this position, on the chair with my knees in the seat and my hands gripping the back. My cheek pressed against the leather.

He started spanking with his hand. It was all so delicious and painful.

I tried to relax into it, but dang, it hurt!

I kept turning back to him, and he kept twisting me around and back into position.

Then I heard him pull his belt out. I glanced back in time to see him double the strap. I was being spanked by his belt and hoping that I could get back into that right state of mind. After a while he stopped and left the room.

He came back with the spanker (yet another leather spanking implement) and the grapeseed oil. Although I didn't see it immediately, I knew that the grapeseed oil meant only one thing. He meant to insert the butt plug.

Suddenly I was in the right mood.

[Ever since we had the baby, he's been putting the plug into use. He never really had an interest in it before. But for some reason, this has become a regular part of our sex. I don't know why but I'm not going to question it because I love it.]

He spanked me some more with the leather implement and chided me for squirming so much. He reminded me that I used to be able to take much more. He spanked some more. I turned again. At this last turn he grabbed my chin and moved my head down to his Divine Cock. God, I love being there! God, I love that I have another chance to write about these sorts of evenings!

Once he'd had enough of my mouth, I got flipped back over and he inserted the plug. Except there wasn't much grapeseed oil on it, but he forced it in and I savored the intensity of the push. The rubbing and tearing feel of it as he shoved it all the way.

He then filled me entirely with his Divine Cock and truly, I felt on the brink of bliss. I gripped the top edge of the chair as each thrust filled both holes.

I remember thinking there's some dirty song playing but for the life of me, I can't think what it is today.

He fucked me sober.

He started pushing my shirt up my back and I reached back to help him just before he poured His Divine Seed all over me.

Later he said to me that I was too drunk to bother with an orgasm. And, truly I didn't need one nor want one.

I much prefer to be just taken advantage.

I slept so well that night.