Once a week, Daily Intel takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. This week the The Kinky Blogger Who Gets “Maintenance Spankings”: Female, 27, Queens, blogger, in a relationship, mostly straight.
DAY ONE
8 p.m. Boyfriend and I are standing outside Barnes & Noble in Union Square bickering. I want to go back to my place in Queens to do laundry and pay bills; he bought groceries to make me breakfast tomorrow and feels hurt I want to reschedule. I can’t tell if he’s being inflexible or needy.
8:10 p.m. I relent. Back to his apartment. But I’m totally not feeling in the mood tonight.
9:30 p.m. We’re splayed out in his bathtub, candles lit, a glass of red wine in hand. This has turned into the most romantic evening we’ve ever had. Life is weird.
DAY TWO
10 a.m. Morning blowjob time! One thing that makes me feel really submissive is my promise to Boyfriend when we started dating that every morning on weekends, he gets a BJ. I suck him off until he is close to coming, then he flips me over and comes on my butt. At one point while I’m going down on him he says, “Daddy loves you.” Ick. Must bring that up with him later.
10:30 a.m. Boyfriend goes down on me in the shower. I’m just a little self-conscious that my Brazilian is growing back in. He doesn’t seem to mind.
2 p.m. We walk around SoHo, where he points out a photographer selling a photo of a woman’s bare butt. Both of us are horny now.
3:30 p.m. A grand tour of SoHo’s lingerie stores: La Perla, Kiki de Montparnasse, and Agent Provocateur. I see the nippleless bra at Agent Provocateur that I’m giving him for Christmas. (Alas, I cannot even afford to think about buying the matching panties.) A pretty Bettie Page lookalike is standing in the window at AP in thigh-highs, black lingerie, and red lipstick — his Axis of Evil. She winks at him and waves. He looks at me like a dog looks at a steak. I have a feeling he’s going to pounce on me when we get home.
4:30 p.m. He pulls the “demerits” list off the fridge. I have accrued twenty demerits this week, each one punishable by a spanking, for offenses like being messy and teasing him. I bend over the bed, arching my bottom up in the air. He spanks my bare butt through open-bottomed fishnet panties. First he uses his hand, then he finishes with a ruler that says la petite lecon (the little lesson). Once my “punishment spanking” is over, he pulls off those trashy fishnets and I lay on the bed. My arms are restrained to the bed and he bangs me missionary-style while he tells me that I’m his. This might be the most aggressively he’s ever had sex with me before.
5:15 p.m. My turn for a big O: He pins one arm back and licks my breasts while I rub my vibrator against my clit, fantasizing about being spanked.
8 p.m. Goddamn it. The 8:00 showing for A Dangerous Method is all sold out. Michael Fassbender spanking Keira Knightley would be the perfect way to end this perfect day.
9 p.m. Walk home to his apartment. We stop inside a Walgreens and pick out a dark red Essie nail polish. Boyfriend says he wants to paint my toenails some time.
DAY THREE
9:30 a.m. A quickie in the morning, missionary style. Even though we’re both extremely kinky, missionary is still the most intimate position for me.
11:30 a.m. Crap. We spent way too much time in bed this morning. We both have to shower. I have a catch a train to my parents’ house in the suburbs in, like, an hour. Roommate texts me about paying the bills. Am thinking about Boyfriend and our fight on Friday night. Feel totally, completely, utterly overwhelmed.
11:45 a.m. I start sobbing. I think my period is coming, maybe? Call Mom and tell her I can’t make it today. Instead Boyfriend and I have a long heart-to-heart about balancing each other’s needs. Then we spend the day walking around the Union Square holiday market before coming home and watching Bridesmaids. At one point I tease him playfully, and he goes to mark a demerit on the fridge. I tell him I am really not in this mood for that today.
DAY FOUR
7 a.m. Another quickie before work. (I love sitting at my desk at work and thinking about who else got laid that morning.)
8:15 a.m. We kiss good-bye as we part for work and he pats me on the butt. It gives me a hot little shiver up my spine every time Boyfriend shows his dominance in public.
10 p.m. Back in my own bed tonight. Damn, I miss him.
DAY FIVE
3 p.m. One of my co-workers is raving about the actor Ezra Miller, who I have to admit is a cutie … wait, he’s 18?! I feel ashamed.
8:30 p.m. Showering and shaving my legs. Not sure what to do about the Brazilian. I’m not supposed to shave there after I wax, right? Damn, I wish I could Google in the shower. I like the way it feels when my fingers run over the lips of my labia.
8:45 p.m. Naked. Call Boyfriend over FaceTime on iPhone 4s. Twist open the body butter. Treat him to a little show as I rub lotion into my skin, over my boobs, over my butt, and up and down my thighs. “Are you going to be my good girl tomorrow night?” he asks, which is when I’m coming back to his place. “Or are you going to be my slutty maid or my doting housewife?” Oh, can’t I be them all?
DAY SIX
11 a.m. Stumble across photos o Julie Restoin-Roitfeld’s lingerie line for Kiki de Montparnasse. The black-and-white pics are retro, feminine, and hot. Feel wetness between my legs. E-mail the pics to Boyfriend. Maybe it will give him ideas for my Christmas present?
7:30 p.m. I’m sitting on his lap while we order dinner over Seamless Web. I love being on his knee in any way, and when he calls me his “little girl.”
8:30 p.m. I’m turned over Boyfriend’s lap, my dress pulled up and my stockings pulled down. I’m getting a “maintenance” spanking, which is what we call it when he spanks me just for fun. This goes on for maybe ten or fifteen minutes; I can take it pretty long without it being painful. After the spanking, I snuggle into his arms and we cuddle for a long time.
DAY SEVEN
4:30 p.m. Talking to my therapist about argument with Boyfriend last weekend, my sobbing breakdown, general feelings of being overwhelmed, and other assorted crap. At one point during the session, I feel like I might have a panic attack. We start talking about Boyfriend’s neediness out of bed and my neediness in bed. She seems surprised that I am surprised that Boyfriend and I fit together in this way. Nevertheless I am relieved she understands and respects our kinkiness and has never tried to convince me I am “broken.” I once quit seeing a therapist a few years ago who just didn’t get it.
5:10 p.m. Therapist asks if I’m physically afraid of him hurting me. I tell her of course not. Boyfriend has a temper, but I trust he would never hit me unless it was kinky and/or sexual in some way. She asks if I would tell her if I was physically afraid of him ever. I say of course. Still, this question annoys me. But I guess she is just being a good therapist, right?
10 p.m. I’m on the phone with Boyfriend before bed. He sounds as stressed out and wound-up as I feel. I tell him this weekend needs to be relaxing and low-pressure and he agrees. We’ll see how that goes.
TOTALS: Three act penis-in-vagina sex with an orgasm for him; one act of oral sex for him with an orgasm; one act of oral sex for me (no orgasm); one orgasm for me with his mouth/my vibrator; two spankings; one butt-patting in public; one solo incident of touching in the shower; one romantic bath.
