This has kinda punched a huge hole in the time we have spare for spanking, bondage and all the other juicy stuff we love to get up to.

Last weekend, though, we let my mom have the kids overnight and got down to some major catchup play.

More details later, as it’s 6:30am now and I have to scoot.

Suffice to say, my brat spent the majority of the weekend in chains and ended up with a very sore ass and pussy. A good time was very certainly had by all!

We’re off to a hotel at the end of the month for a dirty weekend while the other grandmother has the kids. This time, I’ll be taking photos…

So life ain’t too bad just now.

We’re learning to live with/work around brat’s coital cephalgia - mostly by abstinance during the school holidays, worse luck. It seems that the actual headache is triggered by a certain position when she’s masturbating, so we just have to be experimental and watch for warning twinges. All in all, not too difficult.

I have a course to attend next week, so there’s not going to be much of anything going on around here until after that, but once it’s done and dusted either I’ll have a job or I’ll be paying my girl some serious atention. Our toybox has been woefully neglected these past couple of months, so I’m thinking we’re going to have to have some quality time, just me, her and a bunch of toys.

Sounds like fun, eh?

PS: There’s a little headline on the Durex site that says the average global number of sexual partners is nine. As my count is just four, I reckon I need to do some catching up. Must have a word with brat about a threesome or five…in the name of research, obviously…

Thanks for the messages of support, I think the good wishes and positive thoughts may well have helped!

it’s been 3 times now and my head pounds for days afterwards, it still is after lastnight when i didn’t even get the orgasm, just a slight build up and then pain. the scary rubber paddle is looking more and more preferable as time goes on…

Coital Cephalgia is specific type of affliction. It is typified by the expansion and potential rupture of the blood vessels surrounding the brain…

At the point of orgasm.

Arses.

My poor brat has suffered from two of these attacks the last couple of times we’ve had sex. Specifically, it’s happened when she’s masturbated, so while she may be flogged until she’s red and stripy from thighs to shoulders, as happened last week, or whether she spends half an hour over my knee making the acquaintance of our big square hairbrush, as happened last night, followed both times by more than excellent sex, the moment the poor thing touches her clitoris, her head threatens to explode.

The first time it happened was just three minutes before the kids needed to be picked up from school. I can tell you, every horrific scenario went through my head in the half hour it took me to get back. I fully expected to find her slumped on the sofa, haemorrhaging from every orifice, or lay full length on the floor where she’d tried in vain to reach the door before passing away in some horrible rupture.

Needless to say, she was fine. The next day she took herself to the Doc’s, from which she phoned me to inform me she was having to go to Hospital for a CT Scan. Later, she phoned me form the Hospital to inform me that she’d been admitted and had to spedn the night. This was, again, a few minutes before the school run, so in five minutes, I’d shoved overnight clothes and accessories into a bag, retrieved the allen key we’d need to take her collar off and arranged the cash to take me and our two kids to the Hospital.

Luckily, her CT scan came back absolutely normal, so she was spared the tests they were going to run overnight and she was discharged just three hours after being admitted.

A worrying coupe of days, I can tell you.

We’ve taken it easy since then, but everything seemed to be normal-ish. Until last night when we tried to have sex again (entirely unrelated to the fact that the spanking and hairbrushing she’d just got had made me somewhat horny). Again, the freight train ran through her head as her clitoral orgasm hit.

According to the Doctor, there’s a tablet one can take before sex to help ensure it doesn’t happen again. We’re going to need a lifetime supply.

I guess we’re just lucky it doesn’t happen while I’m spanking her. Try explaining that to an ambulance crew!

Well, everything’s still ticketty-boo, for a start.

I go through stages where I just can’t find anything to write, or want to keep what we do private. It’s great to have a place on the internet to share all of my kinkier thoughts and deeds, but right now I’m feeling the need to not shout all my deeds to the rooftops.

Saying that, we had a nice little play for Valentines’. I cracked open the toybox for the first time in quite a while, and brat got a very erotic flogging and cropping, followed by some mind blowing sex.

Seems I’ve trained my little painslut just right. Her reaction to the flogging was…let’s say…rather juicy to say the least!

I know I promised some fiction, and believe me, I’ve tried my best, but the muse just isn’t with me these days. When the mood hits me, I’m sure I’ll come up with something, but really, life is a little too full and I’m having to spend more than a little time stuck in the here and now…not so much time to let my mind wander and focus on the finer aspects of life.

Still…don’t be disheartened, I’ll be back to full capacity soon. It’s not been a wonderfully creative, exciting start to the New Year, but hopefully things will start settling down and maybe I’ll even get time to take stock and write something down now and again.

In the meantime, there’s a little more activity over on my vanilla blog, so take a look over there for movie reviews, political commentary and geeky rants on various subjects that probably shouldn’t be quite as close to my heart as they are.

In an ideal world, I’d follow that up with some damn good consensual rape. It’s not like she’d have a choice in the matter, is it? But then, she wouldn’t be saying “no”, anyway.

Unfortunately, it’s the weekend and kids and general exhaustion mean that what’s actually going to happen is “Fuck all” as usual.

Roll on Monday morning!

I did make Sushi for the first time today, though. Considering it takes ten years to train to be a sushi chef, I didn’t do too badly. The nigiri fell apart, but the hosomaki worked better. On the whole, I’m not gonna be putting another notch on my culinary belt just yet, but at least next time brat obsesses about wanting loads of sushi, I’m prepared.

Whether or not she just gets a dab of Wasabi somewhere delicate will, of course, depend on how insistent she is about it…