Birthday boy

Well I am 56 years old today, amazing how time flies.Strangely, I still feel like a teenager inside, must be being with MT. She presented me with a card this moring whch reads on the front "Na-Na Nanaa-Na You're Older Than ME-EE!"

MT brought me some lovely presents, including a dastardly pair of evil nipple clamps.

MT took great delight in fitting my presents and demonstrated how they can be tightened, they are so bloody painful and I pleaded for mercy. Of course I didn't get any, but I never expected to. With the clamps firmly in place the rest of the birthday celebrations followed.

First I was fitted with the large njoy. Then  I was then unceremoniously put across MT's knee  for the customary birthday spanking with the hated heavy wooden paddle, one blow  for each year plus 'one to grow on'.

It has been a while since I have been spanked and my buttocks were particularly tender. The nipple clamps kept rubbing against the bed with each blow and my cheeks clamped together with each blow which made the plug hurt much much more. MT also kept tugging at the strings of the nipple clamps as she went, I believe she had them in her teeth at one point. As is MT's birthday custom I had to count the blows and thank her for each one. She wallops the hell out of me with that thing and I pleaded and kicked and shrieked. I am told it was highly entertaining.

When she removed the plug  I (stupidly) felt relief -ha! You'd think I would have learned better by now wouldn't you? The next thing I know a fucking big hard red dildo was being rammed up my poor arse and I was babbling and pleading. Unfortunately my arse clamped shut. I wasn't doing it on purpose, it was an involuntary reaction. MT finds this both amusing and sees it as disobeience, so for a while she crooned at me about this. It may sound sweet but it's more like a cat playing with a mouse. She said "oh baby, do you really think if I decide this is going in your arse you can stop me. Keep whimpernig though, it's sweet - even if it is futile" and on the word 'futile' she slammed the thing mercilessly up my arse. I screamed as I bucked forward yanking the nipple clamps as I went.

She then mercilessly rammed me for what felt like forever, yanking on the strings of the nipple clamps as she went. Groan. 

She evenually finished, replaced the  njoy and I was forced onto my back. MT then proceeded to whip my clamped nipples, my cock, balls, thighs, chest, and stomach with what she termed 'a sharp flogger'. I have never seen this item before. To say it was painful would be far too much of an understatement.  She was landing the blows very fast, using her skill to weave between her various targets, so I was jumping around all over the place, pleading and shrieking and begging. She also used the clamps on my cock and balls at one point. It was excruciatingly  painful. When she took the clamps off it was unbearable.

I thought 'my celebrations' were finished and started to breathe a little easier.....until MT ordered me to go and fetch the strap-on. I was then forcefully fucked on my side while MT had several very energetic orgasms. She finished off my flipping me on my stomach and riding me until she finished, before bounding up to dash off to where she wanted to be.

I was then left recovering in the bedroom and told to have her tea ready when she got back - happy birthday to me!

Tonight she is cooking me a special meal, which is really lovely of her, then we will watch a movie together. I am very bruised and sore in too many places to count.

I said to her as she was getting up that she never looks happier than when she's being sadistic. She glows and laughs and claps and has this look of pure glee. At least I know I provide good service by being her victim property ;)

Medicine MT style

The much awaited doctor's appointment arrived today. Cutting a long story short, I am to stop taking the dreadful strong painkillers that make me ill, stay on the anti inflamatory ones, and now have mild anti anxiety tablets (no surprise there then) and some sleeping tablets for short term use because he says a lot of the issue is down to the perpetual lack of sleep owing to the pain in my knee. MT said it was good of the doctor to prescribe knockout rape drugs for her use.......and for only the cost of the prescription. Was this supposed to help with my anxiety ? Let me meditate on that.

This was also exactly what MT was hoping for from the consultation, so I'm not surprised. 

Once back home MT suggested a nice snuggle and relax in bed. Like the proverbial 'lamb to the slaughter' I got into bed, closely followed by wily MT. There was a snuggle, then a command to pleasure her.

Then I was instructed to find and put on the dreaded peach panties. I tried the old ' Oh I am not sure where they are'  routine, but of course it was just going through the delaying tactic motions that I knew would be useless.

So clad in peach panties....sorry no pics hehe, I was told to get across MT's knee and then I was spanked. As I lay over her knee taking my spanking without too much fuss I just knew what would follow. Sure enough, after about ten minutes MT went and fitted the strap on belt and I was ordered onto my side. She would have preferred to have me up on my knees but the poor left knee just will not bend at present without intolerable pain.

My panties were pulled down onto my thighs and I felt the wave of humiliation. So many times in my past have I done this to girls and now I am the one on the receiving end, it really is a fucking liberty. With my panties down and my cheeks parted all I could do was wait for the inevitable painful penetration. MT was gentle but forceful and all I could do was try and relax and take it......just like a 'wife' as she again told me.

There were of course numerous taunts by MT, I shall not bore you with the details (you will have to use your imagination). And of course I yelled and kicked as per normal. I was then teased over onto my stomach still impaled by MT and then given a thorough rough arse raping. After several orgasms (MT's of course) she finally finished with me. I was left bruised and very sore.

After a short rest it was time to go and do the supermarket shop.

Disciplined

Last night when we went to bed I was expecting a fairly uneventful transition to sleep. Oh how wrong I was. Whilst in bed, MT told me to go and get the leather paddle, which of course I did. I was then given a very thorough spanking on my already very sore bruised and cut buttocks.

This was, however, no ordinary spanking, this was a disciplinary spanking because I had been a mouthy bitch (OK, mouthy I admit to, not so sure about the bitch bit...Ok I accept it ). During my spanking I was repeatedly told about my infraction and that my behaviour was not going to be tolerated etc etc. It was painful and I also find it humiliating to be spanked for bad behaviour, and this rarely happens - if I fuck up enough to get punished it's usually a much more harsh affair. MT refers to events  like last night as 'disciplinary,' which is her speak for an attitude adjusting warning shot. These come with  components to really take me down a peg or two. I felt quite relieved when the spanking was over. I can't remember how many times I had apologised for my bad behaviour during the spanking and hoped that was an end to the matter.

Wrong again, I was then told to fetch the strap on. Still very sore from Sunday mornings use I really was not enthusiastic (Ok, I sulked). MT then gave me a very long, very thorough disciplinary fucking which had me babbling out yet more apologies.

Finally, I was allowed to sleep.Not quite so easy when your backside is so very sore.

The threats of similar treatments for bad behaviour loom over my head, this might help me focus.