A smidgen of kink. Just a smidgen. [arguing removed] As you finally gave in and started licking my pussy, I just lay there, feeling your tongue on my clit. You were incensed and out of it. When you rested your head on my leg I told you it wasn't a pillow and you should quit being lazy. I reached into the drawer and pulled out the blackjack and handed it to you. You said that [arguing removed] And as it came down on my hips, legs, and buttocks repeatedly, I began to grow overstimulated. The same places, again and again. I grunted and flailed my hand in front of the blows. You told me to stop fucking blocking it or my wrist would get broken. I thought that was bullshit, but I stopped blocking anyway. A few more blows and you got up to walk away, leaving me wanting. I jumped up and [arguing removed] slap in the face, repeatedly and [fighting removed] a flash of white light at the impact on the bridge of the nose and [more fighting removed] [everything else removed] :P At least Jack got some play.

After plenty of whiskey I asked to be spanked. Not with a blackjack mind you but just with her bare hand. I'm not really sure why. I couldn't feel anything no matter how hard she hit me. I think it was just amusing that it hurt her hand but I couldn't feel. Sadism pretending to be masochism?

Did you *expect* to be able to feel it? Or did you know your pain tolerance was godly and expect her to feel it more than you? Could have been intended as sadomasochism, perhaps...? Yeah. I have to say the blackjack takes spanking and makes it less laughable. That motherfucker HURTS. What a great investment. Too bad it's been used all of twice since it was purchased, last night included.

I didn't really know what to expect. Never really asked to be spanked before. Is your story the reason you decided to nap or decided to late night walk?

That was what happened after the nap. And it made me want to go walking.

Well, if you examine the post there was plenty of fighting before the oral sex. And afterward. More fighting than any kind of play. I was so fucking frustrated. I popped myself in the side of the head out of frustration and he told me I was stupid. I guess it was a stupid thing to do. But hell, boxers do it all the time. *blargh*

hit yourself with the blackjack? that must have hurt like a sonofabitch.

Yeah, how's the head feeling today?

No worse than after a bout of backyard boxing, to be sure. In the immortal words of GlaDOS and many others, "I'm FINE."

I'm kind of curious. What's he have against licking pussy?

Nothing. Or so I always thought when he used to do it from time to time. Ha. I tell you, I've not made any detrimental changes to personal hygiene, he swears up and down it isn't because I smell or taste funny. He just hasn't fucking done it but once in the past couple of months and I don't even know how many blowjobs I've given in that timeframe and... I'm frustrated.

Your answer to zigg below might shed some light. Do you always ask for a beating when he is down there? Some simple classical conditioning going on?

On the contrary. I rarely bother to ask for bedroom beatings anymore. Normally I am quite happy to either sit down or lay back and relax and enjoy and stroke his head and tell him what a good boy he is. No violence. No nothing except a bit of reciprocating genital stimulation with either hand or foot. We used to have such fun.

good boy....mmmm

It's a favorite phrase of mine. I'm really partial to "good boy/girl"s and the variations on that theme. :D