Something to Hang by the Fire

It's been a weird year. It feels like it's been an unbelievably long year and in many ways I don't feel like the same person that started it out.

A major change this year is that I finally upgraded to a smartphone. This sounds like a strange thing to single out in this year of emotions and events and lots of very not so good things. But I'm realizing more and more that it has changed my every day life. And it also scares me how much I have come to rely on it and how much it knows about me! Why does it know things about me?? It's scary.

Anyway, aside from never being lost ever again (for the directionally challenged, GPS on my phone is literally the best thing ever), I can now check my email 4,000 times a day.

A fun fact: there is no reason why you should ever need to check your email this much. Another fact: I never get important emails. 

I have about four email addresses that I use frequently. The one linked up to my phone is my main, real name, the one I don't give out to email lists, way to get in touch with me. Currently, I am stuck in a group email with extended family about the best date to get together for Christmas at my grandmother's. I'm mostly staying out of it and pretending I haven't checked my email 4,000 and one times today. I'm going to see how it all shakes out and then plan my illness accordingly. 

It wasn't until the smartphone and the easy accessibility to this email that I realized at one point in time I made an error in judgment and gave Frederick's of Hollywood my main email address. Not really a big deal. I could unsubscribe. 

But I haven't because I am completely enthralled by just how many emails they send in one day. And how many sales they have! So many sales!

I mean, I am a huge supporter of purchasing lingerie. My love of shopping kind of died when I became an adult and had actual bills to pay, I no longer get a thrill out of buying new clothes. Instead, occasionally, I am forced to buy new yoga pants because all of the ones I own have random holes in them and aren't even safe to wear when bringing out the trash.  

But cute underwear? I'll buy that all day long. Especially on sale!

I get an average of three emails a day from Frederick's of Hollywood. I know, right? It should be annoying. I should be forced right into the unsubscribe territory. But instead, it kind of delights me. 

All of them have such urgency. TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Oh, man. Time is running out, what am I missing?

BIGGEST SALE OF THE YEAR!

Is it though?

One of my favorites, marketed toward the gentlemen:

Get Her The BIGGEST Gift

Obviously, yeah, you should do that. Of course, my curiosity was piqued so I opened it. Did you know a giftcard is always the right size? Clever.

Anyway, it's become a running joke in my house and part of my everyday. My phone will buzz and blink and make some weird noise (I still have no idea how to set my sounds and tones). 

"Oh my god, babe, I just got a super important email."

My husband looks up from his laptop.

"Cyber Monday is back!"

He's started responding to me with subject lines of Victoria's Secret emails that inundate his inbox. 

So our typical dinner conversation has turned into,

Me: Your 48 hours of savings is almost up. What are you doing right now??

Him: Oh, sorry, I was shopping for gifts for my naughty and nice list!

I have been shopping for stocking stuffers. It is the one tradition that stands, Mr. McKay gets a stocking full of lingerie. But I don't fall into the trap of thinking my time is limited on this sale. The only thing that is limited is the amount of time you have to purchase that lace trimmed thong in a large in Prism Violet, because they never have a large in the color I want! Okay, sometimes they do, but I'm telling you, don't wait too long. Today it's 50% off, tomorrow it might only be 30% off with a free shipping code (sometimes the better deal if you ask me).

TIME IS RUNNING OUT

(It really isn't, but it's nice to feel like I have something urgent going on.)

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Have Your Cake and Eat It Too!

Thanks to Etta Stark for sharing this pic!

Mr. McKay just had a birthday. He normally isn't very happy to celebrate his birthday, but I make him suffer through it every year, and I have a sneaking suspicion he secretly likes all the fuss. I know he enjoys the cake and I always try to make it memorable.

This year I think he was a little more grumpy about it because, well, let's just say he is now of the age that he can legally run for president of the United States. I told him age was just a number and he told me that's only something old people say. (Do you see what I'm up against here?)

Since his birthday fell on the weekend, friends of ours were texting him to see what we had planned. The truth was I hadn't planned much of anything. I knew we were going to be home and I was looking forward to relaxing, just he and I.

"What should I say?" he asked when one of our friends texted wanting to know if we had anything planned.

"Well, you could tell her the truth. I thought we would just drink all day and then bang," I replied.

He shakes his head looking annoyed. "Don't tell me everything! I want some surprises."

He eventually replied that I had a full day of birthday surprises already planned out and we were just spending the day alone together. What she took that to mean, I am not sure, but I'm fairly certain she wouldn't have guessed what we were actually doing.

The greater part of our day was just normal Sunday things. I did laundry, vacuumed, made us some lunch. We lounged around and watched football. Then sometime in the afternoon we fired down some drinks. I decided it was time to bake. So I pre-heated the oven and then went upstairs to get changed.

A few years ago, Mr. McKay bought me a cute retro looking apron. This was after I baked cookies one year for Valentine's Day in skimpy underwear with a plain black apron that had grease stains on it. He figured if I was going to do such things then I should at least have the proper attire. Since then I have baked various things in my sexy apron with nothing much underneath. It's been done before, but he always enjoys it, so I figured why mess with it?

I kind of think of it as foreplay with baked goods. I'm trotting around half naked, kind of ignoring him as I am concentrating on measuring and mixing. He gets to grope and lick and taste as my hands are busy doing other things. It works out nicely for both of us. And when all is said and done we have a tasty treat waiting for us at the end of the night. 

I went upstairs and opened my drawers and boxes full of frilly things. Have I mentioned before that I have an insane amount of lingerie and pretty underwear? More than one person should own. If I don't plan out ahead of time what I want to wear I can end up lost for hours trying to make a decision.

I decided to go for some thigh highs and garters (Mr. McKay's favorite, it was his birthday after all) a black thong and a lacy black and pink bra. I carefully pulled the thigh highs on, I can't even tell you the amount of times I have tried to put these things on and I end up putting a finger or a toe through the delicate material. Then I began trying to hook them up to the garters.

Here is where I need to ask, does anyone have a trick for this? I can always attach the

ones in the front, but the backs give me problems. There has to be an easier way, right? Please share, any and all information will help me out. After close to ten minutes and working up an unladylike sweat, I left the suckers unhooked and went back downstairs.

This led to a very sexy interlude where Mr. McKay tried to help me hook my stockings to my garters. He couldn't do it either, and part of the time I think he was confused as to what he was doing because his fingers weren't touching the hooks or the thigh highs.

On to the baking. I make cookies from scratch, recently I have made muffins from scratch and pancakes. But I have attempted to make home made cakes a few times and each time it's a disaster. This is when I decided that Betty Crocker was probably a very nice woman and it isn't very nice if I besmirch her product after she tried so hard to perfect the recipe. So we make cakes from box mix here in the McKay house. I do make my own icing though and I think it adds a very nice home-y touch.

I got out all of my ingredients and began mixing them together in a big mixing bowl with the hand mixer. Mr. McKay came out to "help" me. Good thing the mix only called for three ingredients, he can be very distracting.

Once I poured the batter into the pan I popped the beaters out of the mixer and held one out to him. "Want a beater?"

At the same time I shook my ass at him, making my words sound like "Want to beat her?"

Mr. McKay is never one to disappoint. He pushed me up against the counter and spanked me with a flurry of hard, open handed smacks. Apparently we weren't worried about warming up, or easing into it—he just went right to spanking the daylights out of my in the kitchen (I'm writing this with a smile on my face, it hurt like a bitch and it was fantastic).

After I was screeching and panting and all worked up, he left me to whip up the icing. It didn't take long at all and I brought a bowl of it with me out into the living room. I stripped off my apron and knelt down in front of him and he painted me with chocolate icing. Then licked it all off.

We never made it upstairs, and somehow managed not to get icing on the furniture! After that we went out to get some dinner, because who has the energy to cook? Much later, I was curled up on the couch back in my hole-y yoga pants and over sized hoodie. We each had two pieces of cake, it was slightly over done at the edges, but still delicious. 

Mr. McKay mused what he was going to tell all of our friends today when they asked what I had planned for him.

"Tell them the truth," I said, licking icing off my fingers.

"They'd never believe me!"

I don't think that's entirely true. I think a few of them are onto us...

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Things May Be Larger Than They Appear~ Sex Toy Shopping

I hope everyone had an excellent holiday season no matter what you celebrate. I feel like I got positively spoiled on Christmas morning by my awesome hubby! He got me a kindle fire which I have been secretly pining for for a few years now, but being ever practical (my old 1st generation kindle still works, I don't need a fancy new one!), I never asked for one.

To say he hit a home run is putting it mildly! In addition I am also the proud owner of some new toe stops for my Derby skates and a blu ray copy of The Secretary.

I also can't wait to break out the new vibrating butt plug he purchased. I knew about that gift because we were perusing them online one night. Does anyone else do this? Sometimes we will sit in the same room and look things up online and message them to each other. Links to lingerie, sex toys- stuff like that. I feel like it's cyber foreplay. 

Anyway, we were Christmas shopping online- for real, for gifts for the fam. Then we had a few drinks and started sending sex toy links to each other. I decided I would like a butt plug that vibrates, because, well, that sounds awesome! Now I am reading the sizes aloud and it gives all the dimensions in millimeters. What do I look like? A carpenter?

I think I may have googled "How many inches" is whatever millimeters it said, but then I was still just sitting on the couch with my laptop so I only had my imagination to guess of what about an inch was.

I decided to tell him to order me the medium size. I didn't want to be disappointed with the small, or scare the hell out of myself with the large (having my own Goldilocks moment over here).

I send him the link and he says, "You could do the large."

"I can?" My face flushing.

"I don't think you realize how big your other plug is."

Oh, okay. Well if he thinks so, then I will trust him. He always buys all the toys anyway.

Fast forward to Christmas morning. I tear the paper off my new toy and smile up at my husband. He is full on laughing, "I have to tell you what happened!"

Turns out he ordered the large one off of Amazon, they shipped it, he opened it and immediately wrote back to return it. I am giggling because he said he put in the return comments 'This is far too large'. Amazon told him to keep it and refunded his money (nice to know they won't take back sex toys). He ordered the next size down. And to be honest, I still think it looks sort of big, but we shall see.

I know how I'm ringing in my new year! Anyone else get fun toys for Christmas? Or have fun New Year's plans??

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Some Rules Aren't Made to be Broken- The Anniversary Blunder

I sit here on the eve of mine and Mr. McKay's fifth wedding anniversary. I had thought about writing a mushy post for tomorrow about how we met, how I think I did love him from the moment I saw him and how that eventually scared the shit out of me. I like to think we have this pretty sweet "The Notebook" style love story, only without the hidden letters and evil parents keeping us apart.

Anyway, something far more important happened that has brought us into such turmoil I felt the need to blog about it.

I bought him a present.

And he didn't buy me one.

I guess in any normal scenario the problem would lie in the obvious fact that one of us purchased something for the other and the receiving party bought nothing in return.

No, I think the important thing here is the obvious breakdown in communication. And that is kind of a rarity with me and Mr. McKay- we are normally right on the same page.

Let me take you back five years ago to the night before our wedding. We had discussed beforehand how we were not getting each other gifts (we were actually surprised to learn that some people getting married exchange gifts on their wedding day)- we were paying for the majority of our wedding ourselves and we had nothing left over. So agreement made- no gifts!

I spent the night before our wedding making a guest book for the reception (that barely anyone signed)- I felt stressed out and behind and had no time to relax. I couldn't wait to be married! But all the little stuff leading up to it was getting ridiculous.

Mr. McKay spent the night before our wedding writing me a letter. Yes, he wrote me a very long and heartfelt letter, that made me cry and still makes me cry- because who does that??

So day of wedding: he slips me this envelope and tells me to read it later. I freeze "We said no gifts." Panic. I have nothing!

He assures me it isn't a gift. 

Then what is it? 

He explains he just wrote something the night before because he was thinking of me (which I would hope one would be thinking of their bride the night before their wedding- but clearly I was too busy sniffing glue sticks to give my soon to be groom a passing thought).

I feel like shit. I try to give it back. I try to convince him it will be better to exchange letters on our one week anniversary.

Nope. He made this gesture of love for me and I dropped the ball.

I want to clarify that he did not care. He was looking for nothing in return. I just felt like a jerk. You know like when someone has a gift for you and you didn't even think it was that kind of party?

Since then we have not exchanged anniversary gifts. It has been a rule of ours. It was largely in part to the fact that we have been flat broke most of our marriage. But also, exchanging gifts is just stressful and we end up having to do it at Christmas, so why make life more complicated?

But then a few weeks ago he mentions that we are coming up on Five Years, and that's a big thing and he feels like he should buy me a gift.

Huh?

No, no, no. I try to talk him out of it. But he is not swayed. He's going to get me something.

I kind of forget about it, and then he brings up the gift thing again a week ago.

Now I pounce into action. This is not going to be like our wedding day all over again with him giving me something and me standing there all awkward and unprepared. I don't want to be the jerk again.

He's kind of hard to shop for, so I brainstorm and think I have come up with a pretty great gift. In fact, I can't believe I have not thought of this one before. (I will tell you guys after I give it to him what it is.)

I casually mention yesterday that the thing I ordered for him didn't come yet. His head snaps up. "What thing?"

And then it dawns on me, he never got me anything.

He starts pestering me with questions and I try to play it off. My mind is reeling, did I misunderstand what was going on? I didn't just make this conversation up in my head.

We spent a large part of last night with this weird tension between us. I feel terrible because I feel like I misunderstood (although, how one misunderstands the words 'I am buying you a gift' I don't really know).

He claims his mention last week was further intel, trying to suss out if I got him something. Apparently I played it so cool and aloof he thought we were sticking by our rule and not exchanging.

I later informed him that this mentioning last week is what spurred me into panic mode and had me furiously shopping for The Perfect Gift.

I went up to bed last night leaving him behind his laptop with a pained look on his face as he searched around the internet for that 'special last minute purchase for your wife of five years'.

He would not listen to me that I don't want anything. I would not listen to him to return the gift I bought (that sounds like a lot of work I do not feel like doing).

I offered to save it for Christmas or his Birthday, but then mentioned he is banned from looking at the order history in the Amazon Prime account for all of those months, so that won't work either.

And this, my dear friends, is why if we have rules we should stick to them.

I guess it is something that we are fighting about gift exchanging in reverse- neither of us wants anything. But still, this is more drama than I need... I should just stick with buying new lingerie.

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Commanding Her Body- Saturday Spankings

It's that time again for Saturday Spankings. Hopefully we have exorcised all the poltergeists and my link is actually working the first time.

We can call it a Saturday Spankings miracle :)

Today I have a little more from Call Me Yours. It's on sale as we speak, so go buy a copy. I'll wait.

Okay, well if you just bought your own copy I guess you don't need to read this, but I will share anyway.

In this scene Caitlin is not sure whether or not she should be taking Simon seriously. I mean, she does call him Serious Simon, but he seems to be teasing her, right? Or maybe not?


"I thought you were specifically told that you were not to wear underwear until further notice?"

She gave an unsure laugh, "You were serious?"

"Deadly," he answered.

Her pulse picked up and she felt the familiar wetness seep between her thighs, how could he command her body with just a few words?

She laughed again, covering her nervousness, "I thought you were kidding."

"Nope, not kidding," he continued. "So I think you need to take these pants off now," he added as he peeled her pants the rest of the way to the floor.

She squealed as he turned her around and gave her ass a hard slap.

Caitlin comes from a privileged upbringing and has the reputation of being a bratty, spoiled princess. Her father cuts her off financially when she refuses to enter law school. Now she needs to figure out a way to make it on her own, with no help from anyone. When her friend mentions taking on a job as a phone sex operator, Caitlin has her misgivings, but when her rent gets hiked and her bills start piling up she figures she has nothing to lose.

Simon is the boy next door, literally. He's a few years older than the recent college grad and he has no time for immature girls who don't take life seriously-- especially ones full of sass. But when Simon finds Caitlin in a dangerous situation he is not above rescuing her, then scolding her, and threatening her with a spanking.

Despite his old-fashioned ways, Caitlin is head over heels for Simon, and the feeling is mutual. Can she come to terms with Simon's methods for dealing with disobedience? Can Simon curb his high-handed ways enough to not lose the girl he is hopelessly falling in love with?

Buy It Now:

Amazon

Amazon UK

All Romance

B&N

Smashwords

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U is for Underwear- Sexy Underthings

It's the Spanking for A-Z Blogging Challenge. What is U for?

Underwear of course!

I refer to them as panties (they're cuter that way). Lingerie, knickers, underpants-- whatever you want to call them, they can get quite sexy!

They might encase a spankable butt...

They can serve to tease and entice...

You can dress them up with other accessories...

Or wear them with nothing else at all.

Note: all of these pictures were pilfered from pinterest. I have no idea where they came from before that.

Check out some other Spanking from A-Z Blog Hoppers. And then maybe go buy some sexy underwear ;)

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Stuffing My Stocking

I hope everyone had a very, Merry Christmas. If you celebrate the holiday, I hope you found some peace and joy.

I thought I would share a highlight from my Christmas morning.

I had some cinnamon buns baking in the oven. Mr. McKay and I had finished opening the bigger gifts and were going through our stockings. His is filled with sexy underwear for me. He stuffs mine with all the things I like- new Christmas socks and gum.

I start to get towards the bottom and he says- "There's a surprise in there I think you're going to like."

Now- he had already told me he was buying me something kinky and I hadn't opened anything kinky yet. So I reach my hand into the bottom of the stocking and pull out a small wrapped package about 6 inches long. It has some weight to it, and it feels pretty thick. When I squeeze it in my hand it gives a little, so I assume it is some sort of silicone. 

You stick something like that in a kinky girl's stocking and what is she going to think it is? Yes, I thought it was a dildo. And I was a little nervous judging by the girth I was holding in my hand.

My inner monologue: "Oh my God, he got me a dildo, and it feels huge. I don't know how enjoyable this will be." I look over and he is smiling and seems so proud of himself. "Well, it's my own fault. I can't drag him into kinkdom and then be upset when I get sex toys in my stocking. I am just going to smile and tell him I love it."

I tentatively tear the paper back, heave out a sigh of relief and start hysterically laughing. This is what I found:

And yes, I do love it. I have a crazy addiction to smoked meats. It was an awesome Christmas surprise!

Oh, I also got some real kinky toys, and a few orgasms before we left to visit family. That's a story for another post!

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A Very Kinky Christmas

We are done Christmas shopping! For each other, for family, done done done!! We were basking in our done-ness last night when we started discussing what we got each other.

Here is the thing, I LOVE presents. Giving, getting- I don't like spoiling the surprise, but sometimes I can't help myself from giving hints or asking for hints. But it can cause some head scratching.

Mr. McK: One thing I got you had a color option. I hope I picked the right color.

Me: What were the options?

Mr. McK: Purple, Pink, Blue, Leopard, or Black.

Me: Leopard?? What the hell did you buy?

Mr. McK: (laughs) Yep, figured you weren't really a leopard sort of girl. I got black, I figured it would be easier to explain away as exercise equipment.

Me: You got me something you would consider equipment?

Mr. McK: Well, it is for exercise in a way, i guess.

I think I might know what he bought, but I'm afraid to say my guess out loud in case I'm wrong. Also, I don't want to spoil my own surprise!

He mentioned he got me more than one thing in the sex toy department. I have no clue what else it could be. I thought we owned everything (well everything I would want to own), so we shall see!

Between his kinky Christmas shopping and the stocking stuffed with lingerie I give him every year- we may not be coming up for air until the New Year. And I am quite okay with that ;)

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Christmas Past- Free Spanking Story

We are in the depths of holiday chaos here in the McKay house. But through the shopping, and prepping, and family cheer (hear the sarcasm?)- I did take some time to reflect that things were not so easy just a short time ago.

Names have been changed to protect the innocent (and also because I may have used some poetic license in some parts), but this is a mostly true story.

Merry Christmas, readers! Here is a gift for you. Thanks for stopping by my blog and reading all my crazy posts :)

A Tale of Christmas Past (A Slightly True Story)

Krista rolled her shoulders trying to shake out the tension as she set up the baking supplies on the counter. Thankful she had only worked the one job today she tried to put her aching feet out of her mind. She took a sip of her hot chocolate, trying to wake herself up a bit before Josh got home. She was hoping once the cookies were baked, and she had spent some much needed quality time with her husband, she would be able to get to bed at a decent time for the first night this week. She snipped the top off of the back of chocolate chips, popping a few in her mouth as she read through the recipe.

Her heart just wasn't in it. This was usually one of her favorite times of year, but she was finding it hard to get into the spirit of things this year. She knew Josh would appreciate the cookies, and hell she could definitely use a sugar fix.

She heard the answering machine click on in the living room and she ran to it, pulling the plug from the wall, silencing it before the message could start. The bill collectors could get a busy signal for a few hours, she thought, as she swallowed down the lump in her throat that formed every time she thought of their mounting debts. The phone would be the next thing to get shut off anyway, then they wouldn't have to deal with the messages they had both stopped listening to and didn't even bother deleting anymore.

As she turned to go back into the kitchen her eye caught the Christmas tree in the corner. The artificial tree was a little lopsided, most likely from the cat that kept climbing it. The lights were hanging precariously off the side and the ten ornaments that were up were scattered with no rhyme or reason. Krista felt the first genuine smile she'd had in days pull at her lips. Josh had done his best to decorate the tree for her, but his decorating skills left much to be desired. She loved that he had tried and she knew he was trying to cheer her up. She normally decked out the house right after Thanksgiving, but this year she was too tired and deflated.

The cookie baking was her way to thank him, for trying to bring a little Christmas cheer into their home, and for holding her while she had cried herself to sleep last night. She also didn't want him to think she blamed him. She didn't. They were in a financial mess that neither of them could have seen coming. They were trying desperately to claw their way out, but it wasn't happening quick enough. She understood now why a lot of relationships suffered over money problems. But they had decided early on that they would remain united and not let this take them under.

She set the oven to preheat, hoping the heat from it would warm her up. Glancing at the clock she hoped Josh would be home to help her with the cookies, that was part of her plan. She also hoped his mood wasn't completely dismal, it was hard to get him out of his funk when he first got home. She suddenly got very nervous that her plan was stupid, if he rejected her she didn't know if she could take it. Would he just politely tell her he wasn't in the mood? Again?

She was about to run upstairs to change and shelve her sexy cookie baking plan for another night when they would be less stressed and more in the mood, when she heard the front door open. She took a deep breath to center herself. She was diving in head first, there was really no way to explain why she was baking cookies in nothing but an apron and a sexy pair of panties.

“Hello?” Josh called as he slammed the front door behind him.

He sounded tired. She knew he couldn't see her where she stood in the kitchen. She hesitated, not knowing if she should walk in and show him what she was up to, or hide a bit longer.

“I'm in here,” she answered. She was hiding- chicken.

She heard him sigh as he sat on the couch and the thunk of his sneakers as he kicked them off into the middle of the floor.

“How was your day?” he asked.

“Oh you know, same old same old. Frantic shoppers. Long lines, no breaks. Merry Christmas.” She didn't mean for that last part to come out as sarcastic as it did. When had she gotten so jaded?

She heard him murmuring his agreement and hated that she had already started in on the negative. She was trying to change up the pace tonight. A little less bitching, a little more fun.

“What are you doing in there?”

Now was the moment of truth. This would either work, or end disastrously. She just hoped he didn't laugh.

“Baking cookies.”

She laughed at his gleeful “Yay!”

“Want to help?”

“Egh, yeah, I guess.” He clearly did not want to help.

She left her back to the kitchen doorway, knowing the eyeful he would get of her from behind. She closed her eyes as she heard his approaching footsteps.

“Wow.” She barely heard his breathy whisper before his arms wrapped around her from behind.

“What is this?”

“Hmm? I'm baking cookies.” She smiled, shivering as his warm body came into contact with her cold skin.

“Aren't you cold?” He laughed while he asked. He was always making fun of her for the many layers she wore during the winter, she could never bundle up enough.

“Yes!” she admitted and laughed as he hands slid under her apron.

“I'll warm you up.”

He was kissing her neck and she leaned back into him.

“Cookies, we need to get the cookies in the oven.”

He murmured an affirmative sound and kept kissing down her neck.

“Wait! I need to measure, I can't think.”

She was elated he appreciated her gesture, but she really wanted to get these cookies in the oven.

“Okay, you measure, I'll watch.”

His hands stilled, but they were still under her apron. Her hands shook as she measured out the flour and sugar. She repeated the measurements out loud, trying to keep herself on task.

“And two handfuls of these,” Josh replied as he grabbed her breasts in his warm hands. She tried to ignore him and keep measuring, but she moaned when his thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples.

She got all of the ingredients into the bowl as his hands continued to roam her body. He massaged her ass with one hand and slid his hand down her tummy with the other, her hands stilled as his finger played with the waistband of her panties.

“Now what?” he prompted.

“I just need to mix it.”

She stirred and he picked up the chocolate chips.

“When do these go in?” He popped a few in his mouth and held some to her lips for her to take.

She caught them on her tongue and drew his finger into her mouth, sucking on it seductively.

He dumped the entire bag of chips on top of the mass of dough in the bowl. He pulled the spoon out of her hand, dropping it on the counter and pulled her away.

“Okay, done.”

She laughed.

“Wait, we just have to spoon them onto the cookie sheets.”

He growled at her and she couldn't stop the giggling coming out of her. Yes, this was the light-hearted playfulness she needed.

They got the cookies lined up in record time, working together silently. Josh smacking Krista's hand away whenever she tried to fix one of his dough balls she thought was too big or too small. Once they were done, the cookie sheet slid into the oven, and the timer set, Josh pulled her from the counter then took a few steps back.

She felt her face flush with heat as his eyes raked over her body. They had been married for three years, but her heart still thumped in her chest when he gave her that heavy-lidded look.

“What brought this on?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but her words faltered when she tried to respond. Wasn't he enjoying himself?

He must have noticed her confusion because he pulled her into a hug. “I love it, don't get me wrong. Anytime you want to bake like this, I am all for it!”

Relief flooded her and she stood on her tip toes to kiss him.

“I've been so stressed. I'm sorry I haven't been very Christmas-y. I thought the cookies would get us more into the spirit, and well-” She hid her face in his shoulder not knowing how to finish.

“What?”

He pulled her away from him to look at her.

“You haven't been very interested in 'other activities' lately.” She dropped her gaze, feeling her face heat up, she couldn't look directly at him and talk about this.

“I didn't think you wanted to.”

“I asked you to!”

“You seemed so tired.”

Silence hung between them. Krista tried to tug the apron down a bit, feeling very exposed now that they were having a normal conversation.

She let out a yelp of surprise as he swept her up and carried her into the living room.

“Let's get you out of this.”

Josh turned her around and untied the apron. It wasn't even a sexy apron, just a plain black one someone had given them at her bridal shower. She wished she could have afforded a cute 1950's looking one, but maybe some other Christmas. It seemed wearing barely-there lacey panties under anything instantly made it sexy.

He pushed her towards the couch, but instead of guiding her towards the seat he pulled her towards the side. He urged her to bend over the arm and she willingly complied. It had been weeks since they had sex and even longer since he had spanked her. She was dying to have all kinds of itches scratched.

His hand came down hard on her left cheek and she jumped at the contact. She settled back in and he spanked again, she let out a moan. He was spanking harder than a sexy spanking, or she just really wasn't used to it.

She felt his hand tangle in her hair. It had gotten longer than normal because she didn't have the money to get it cut. As she felt him wrap it around his hand and tug she decided she might never cut it again. She had to arch her back and lift her chest up to relieve the strain on her scalp, but the the tension went right to her core and she felt the wetness between her legs.

“You've been so stressed,” he said as he spanked her, his slaps falling at a punishing pace.

She snorted in response, that was the understatement of the century. She felt like she was wound so tight she could snap at a moment's notice. She let a whimper escape, not so much from the spanking, but from all the emotions she had bottled up inside. He stopped and rubbed his hand across her heated cheeks. He slid her panties down and then helped her stand before he guided her to lay down on her back on the couch. He stood before her, quickly shedding his clothes, before covering her with his body.

He rubbed a finger over her clit as he took one of her nipples in his mouth. She arched into him and moaned, feeling her climax already building. After the baking foreplay and the spanking it didn't take much to have her crying out in pleasure.

He sank into her as she was still quivering underneath him. His thrusts came fast and hard, she grabbed onto his shoulders to brace herself. She was lost again, being pushed to the heights again, when she heard beeping.

“The cookies,” Krista groaned as Josh continued his pace.

She wanted to push him off so she could get the cookies before they burned, but instead her legs wrapped around his waist and drew him in deeper.

He groaned something unintelligible and pushed himself up, she though for a second that he was going to get the cookies, but he switched their places. He laid back on the couch bringing her on top of him. When she was on top she felt so full, she rocked her hips, sliding herself up and down his length. Josh leaned back watching her on top of him, he brought his hands up to cup her breasts as she moved up and down.

She felt him pulse inside of her as a guttural growl came from his throat. They both cried out and she collapsed on top of him, curling her arms under her on his sweaty chest.

Krista let her eyes close as she listened to his heart pound in her ear. Then she heard him give an exaggerated sniff and she realized she could smell something burning.

“The cookies!” she exclaimed as she jumped off of him and ran for the kitchen.

She grabbed a pot holder and placed them on top of the stove. They weren't too bad, just a tad overdone. The bottoms were a little charred, but they weren't inedible.

She brought some warm cookies out and curled up with Josh. That's where they stayed, curled up in a blanket, eating warm cookies, under the glowing lights of their crooked Christmas tree.

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Finding New Limits

Welcome back! This is a follow up to part one, which you can find here.

Where was I? Oh right, I am at work and anxiously willing the day to go by to get to the spanking that awaits me.

That sounds weird, right? I have to say I think I was equal parts dreading and anticipating it. I make no qualms about being a spanko. I have always thought about spanking and it has always been the ultimate turn on for me. While my husband indulges me, I am always directing. He has gotten more in the habit lately of actually spanking me as foreplay without me having to ask. Or without him asking me first (which is very sweet, but sort of takes me out of the moment). But really, I am very much in charge most of the time. It's a little backwards, but I like to just be grateful that he is trying.

So when he first said he was going to spank me, I thought he would drop it. Then when he didn't drop it, I thought he definitely wasn't going to follow through.

Well now it is the next day, we have both had time to sleep on it and think about things and he sends me this text message that I am up to 70.

Apparently I have misjudged this situation. I am nervous because this sounds like a high number. Surely he had never spanked me that much at once, right? I am really not sure because I never counted.

Then I start to worry about what he'll use. Probably his hand, right? I don't know, we have various implements.

This leads me to my next thought. Will he stop if I ask him to? If it just gets to be too much. I have this number in my head now, 70. What if I am ready to die at 30? Will he stop, or just keep going until he gets in the full 70?

Do I want him to?

Will I cry?

But really, my overall thought is, I am a little bit excited!

I finally get off from work, I walk in the house, not really knowing what to expect. What is the plan here? And I realize, as I have been craving for my husband to take control over situations, I may not really like it. I very much like knowing what is coming next, and knowing I can call the shots. Right now I am feeling a little bit adrift in this scenario.

We go through the normal end of the day conversation. How was your day? What do we want for dinner? Do we need to go to the store? You know, boring married people stuff.

I bring up the debauchery of the day before and his lips quirk into half a smile.

Mr. McK: Are you going to apologize again?

Me: No...

Mr. McK: You could make it 80.

I look back at him, a little uncertain of how I should react. Am I supposed to seem repentant? Am I supposed to act like I don't want this? It seems weird to be happy about it, right?

Mr. McK: What? Are you going to tell me you don't want me to spank you now?

I detect a note of exasperation in his voice. And I get it, how long have I been asking for this? Telling him I want it? And now I seem hesitant and unsure.

Me: No. It's not that. I just-

And I can't finish my thought, because really, I don't know. This is uncharted territory and I feel like I have questions, but at the same time I just want to go with it.

He completely deadpans: Do you want a drink first?

I look back at him in disbelief, is he really asking me this?

Me: No.

I answer honestly.

Mr. McK: You sure? 

He starts laughing, and I finally realize he was joking. I roll my eyes in response and tell him to shut up.

We get dinner sorted out and head into a typical Sunday night. Then he wants to know when I am making the frosting, you know, because I promised another sexy baking session to make up for yesterday.

I ask him if I should wear the french maid outfit again, or something else? I have this insane need to please him right now. And it could be because we are still celebrating his birthday. It could be because I am feeling guilty about wrecking the first time around. But could it be that I am feeling a bit submissive? I feel like I would have done anything he asked right there and then, and it was just completely out of my need to want to make him happy.

It was a strange feeling I don't remember having before. I mean, I always want him to be happy, I love him more than I ever imagined loving anyone. But this was a different kind of need to please.

More feelings to process, more things to think about later.

Right now he says maybe some different lingerie. I agree with this. Part of me doesn't want to relive that part of last night.

Now I have a new problem. What am I going to wear? I start pulling things on and pulling them off. What would he really like to see me in? The answer is yes, all of the above. He really doesn't discriminate when it comes to sexy things. I'm also trying to find something that will be optimally hot for me to get spanked in (which should be easy, because pretty much everything I buy I picture myself getting spanked in).

I prance down the stairs in these crazily impractical underwear that are really just strings held together at the waist. I know he likes them a lot and I put on a matching lacy black and red push up bra. I am feeling pretty sexy.

I get an affirmative cheer as I cross through the living room to get to to the kitchen. He grabs me, pulls me over to him, kisses me and tells me he loves me. I am really just relieved he isn't mad at me. I have an urge to apologize one more time, but really, I don't want to push my luck. I don't want him to think I am doing it on purpose just to get a reaction. Apparently I am a serial-apologizer, and it bothers my husband more than I thought.

When he lets me up for air, I continue on my way to the kitchen and whip up the icing.

Once I am finished I go back into the living room, he smacks my ass and tells me to go get my toys. He smacked me pretty hard, and my ass is stinging, but I am smiling. I am halfway up the stairs and I yell “That counts as one!”

He gets a kick out of that, but tells me no, it does not count.

He tells me to bend over the arm chair in the living room. I am leaning over with my hands on the seat. He puts in the butt plug and also ben waa balls and I am trying to adjust to the double intrusion. I move to stand up, but he pushes me back down. “Well let's get this spanking out of the way.”

Oh, is this happening now? I thought I would get a little more time. Now I am freaking out a little bit in my head. I am not mentally prepared! This is happening too fast!

He gets the leather paddle. Okay, I can handle that. But is he going to spank harder than normal? I am still not entirely clear if this is a sexy spanking or something else. Maybe he doesn't know either, I am afraid to ask.

He starts in right away, and I am thinking, Thank God he's not asking me to count because I would just flat out refuse. That is too much for me (also, bad at math, I would so lose count).

I am counting along in my head though, just to keep track. I dig my toes into the carpet at the initial sting, but it isn't too bad. He gets through the first 10, then pauses and tells me “That was 10.”

I almost laugh at the way he says it because it seems so out of character. I feel the need to answer, I start saying “Okay” but he starts spanking me again and catches me by surprise so it ends up coming out as “Oka- ahhh!”

We get to 20, and I am completely fine. It's a little sting-y, but I start to realize I may have overreacted at being afraid of 70... we've probably gone well past 70 in the heat of the moment, sexy spankings, I just never counted.

It's not until we pass the halfway mark that I start to notice a difference in this spanking. He has kept his hand on my lower back the whole time, reassuring me? Keeping me in place? I am not quite sure why, but I like it there. We're around 40 and I start shifting around a little, especially if he hits the same spot too many times in a row. And I realize any other time he would be asking if I was okay, or he would stop, or he would apologize. None of these things happened.

It's not like I was writhing in pain and begging him to stop, but I was showing signs of mild discomfort and normally that's enough to make him at least ask what I want to do. But he just continued on, the man was on a mission. And I have to say that I found it pretty sexy, and I was getting just as wet as my ass was getting hotter and hotter.

Through the last 10 I know I was making noises. And I was having a hard time keeping my hands down flat. I was shifting from foot to foot, but I knew it was almost over, so it wasn't that bad.

And then it was over. I stood up and he hugged me close. I wrapped my arms around him and put my face on his chest. “That wasn't so bad.” My words come out muffled because I am talking into his shirt.

He kind of laughs, “Did you think it would be?”

I nod my head and tell him I was really nervous. He kisses my forehead and I open my mouth to tell him I love him, but he's giving me a funny look. I tell him anyway and he goes “Oh, I thought you were going to say you were sorry again, and then I was going to spank you.”

This made me laugh out loud.

I took a few minutes trying to explain to him how I felt afterwards. I told him I had been feeling guilty about ruining his birthday, but now I felt better, because even if that wasn't exactly why he was spanking me it just made it seem better to me. He said he didn't really understand. Or I suspect I was making him nervous (feeeeelings!).

Anyway, he pushed me back over the chair, removed the butt plug and we had the hottest sex we have had in a while.

I know we have a pretty great relationship. It definitely isn't perfect, but it is awesome most of the time. And this weekend just made me feel more connected to him on so many levels, I am still picking through it.

It is also making me wonder if this was just a one off, or if he will spank me for other things in the future. I think I am okay with that. I think... maybe.

We all have our limits, sometimes we just need to figure them out.

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