Week 17 - Thursday

Back on the ball again this morning, and after A had hopped out of the shower I managed to pounce on him before he had a chance to get dressed. I went to my knees in the bathroom as he was doing his hair. After a little while of dealing with the smallness of the bathroom and A having trouble staying upstanding, I suggested we move to the bedroom where I laid him down and gave him a good going over. I'm starting to feel like I swallow more "man juice" than any of the 5 major food groups.

My photo today was taken at my desk, once again with the door unlocked. I was a bit less daring today and just popped my breasts out, rather than undressing fully, but then this is around about the time that I would usually get a visit from my boss on his way out, so there was certainly still an element of risk there!

Week 17 - Wednesday

Nothing to add on the end of Tuesday - A declined his 2nd oral treatment due to tiredness. I had been waiting until bed, as I think it helps him get to sleep, but not so Tuesday night - he was just too flogged.

Wednesday morning A had a very early start and i just wasn't able to rouse myself enough to service him before he left for work, so I figured if I pounced on him as soon as I got home he would have enough recovery time for a second go right before bed. Again, not so. A was not home when I got home and then too many things got in the way, so I was only able to deliver A his bedtime orgasm, and not a second. I'm not sure yet if this will incur some kind of punishment, although A certainly enjoyed his single go this day.

Photo-wise, I took this one in the carpark of our apartment building right before I went upstairs, ready to pounce on A with the added fun of having flashed in a semi-public place.

Week 17 - Tuesday

I will actually start this post with the end of Monday. Which is, of course, the second oral servicing I gave A last night. I think he rather enjoyed it - I waited until right before bed and gave him a good going over which I think helped to send him off to sleep quite happily.

This morning I was too sleepy to put the moves on A before he got out of bed. I started to despair that I might be out of time when I got out of the shower to find he had already donned his work pants. He was in the bedroom going through the closet for a shirt when I threw a pillow down at his feet and kneeled on it, then unbuttoned his pants and drew down his underwear. There were no complaints from A as I sucked and licked him, bringing him off as he stood gripping the cupboard for support. Afterward, I straightened and zipped him up and went back to my morning routine.

Today's photo was both safer and yet more risky than yesterday's. Safer in that I only undressed my top half. Riskier in that I took the photo while sitting at my desk, and not perched behind my door, leaving me pretty much out in the open should anyone wander in. I also didn't close the blinds on my very small, very high up, but still viewable through if someone were wanted to look in window. This wasn't on purpose, I just forgot and didn't realise until I was already perched with my breasts bare and my camera ready to fire. Luckily, no embarrassing moments occurred on either side.

Week 17 - Monday

While A and I were still slowly rousing from sleep, I started gently playing with his still soft penis, in preparation for his morning blow job. I roused him to the point of half-hardness before setting to work with my mouth and tongue and hands to give him a good morning wank. He let me devour him for quite some time, and I worshipped his hardness and gave him quite a working over before he pulled me up and we fell into sleepy snuggles. It was quite an effort to get out of bed.

For my photo today, I waited until a quiet moment at work. I'm in a new office now (different digs from my last two photo tasks) and thankfully this office has a closing door and I'm not too often bothered. However, I do occasionally have people poke their head in, either seeking me, or just wondering who - if anyone - is in the room. The door has a lock, but it is a key only lock, so if I were to lock the door and someone came looking for me it would be hard to explain away why I felt it necessary to lock myself in. With this in mind I decided my first photo of the week should be taken in my office and I should be totally naked.

So I stripped off and took position right behind my closed-but-not-locked door, hoping that no one would find it necessary to seek me out over the course of the next few minutes. I rattled off a few shots, trying for an acceptable one, and when I was pleased with the outcome I got dressed again. But it doesn't end there. I had forgotten what a turn-on the riskiness of being naughty in semi-public places can be. I slipped a hand into my recently re-attired undies to find my pussy already wet and wanting. So I remained leaning against my still-unlocked door awhile longer while I teased and rubbed myself to a satisfying orgasm. Ah, my still-wet pussy clenches with desire just recalling...

Week Seventeen - The Tasks

Back to the regime of tasks, and not a moment too soon. Hopefully my break from the tasks will have me more than ready to please. Week Seventeen was supposed to start last week, but I misbehaved and acted like a child and as a result my taskload is heavier this week.

Each day, I am to give A not one but two blow jobs. He has not specified that they must be to completion, but I expect he will dictate when I should finish. I'm thinking one in the morning and one in the evening would be a smart move.

In addition to this, each day I must also send A a dirty picture message via my phone. If my technology doesn't fail me, I'll also post them here for the wider viewing.

A has also informed me that he has a very special task me, as yet unspecified, as a direct punishment for my disobedience last week. We'll just have to wait and see what that shall be.

Week Sixteen - The Return

I returned home from my away job in far from perfect condition. Last day drinks had taken their toll quite decidedly and I was back and forth to the bathroom on my return flight home. I still dressed as sluttily as I dared in short shorts, heels and what was basically a see thru top (with bra underneath) but I certainly wasn't in any condition to match my behaviour to my outfit.

Poor, poor A. He obviously had something wickedly naughty planned for me for my return. He did not speak a word to me but handed me the most beautifully written instruction card, the first instruction was that I was not to speak, which I had to fail immediately so that I could request to be taken directly to a doctor. All plans for naughtiness failed after that point, and off I went to get my drugs and my needle to stop the dry retching. Never drinking again, I was promising myself the entire time.

So my silly drinking cheated me out of what looked to be a most appealing welcome home.

So, week 16 - A decided that we should start to work through the massive backlog of spanks I'd built up in the spank bank, so it was decided that each day the very first thing I am to do when I get home (from work or whereever) is to assume the appropriate position for spanking - in a different location within the apartment each day - and await A to mete out my punishment.

Monday - A was in the middle of cooking dinner when I arrived home, so I drew out one of our dining chairs and placed it within eyeline of him. I removed my pants and pulled my undies down to sit just under my bum cheeks, and knelt on a cushion before the chair, leaning my arms on the seat. And waited. And waited. A was very teasing, taking his time to approach, stroking and caressing my bottom before delivering the expected spanks, then walking away and leaving me there with a stinging bottom only to return later to deliver more. Sometimes he used just his hand, and sometimes one of our selection of paddles. 23 in total.

Tuesday - Another 23 spanks. This time I knelt on the bed. I think we were in a rush to be out of the apartment to do something so A was less leisurely and more businesslike on this occasion, using both hands and leather paddle.

Wednesday - I positioned myself in the kitchen, bending over the bench. I wasn't in A's direct eyeline so I think it took him a moment to realise I was waiting for him. Another 23 this day I think, and A used a new toy - a cane. He's been talking about getting a cane for quite awhile but I always thought it would be too intense for me. It was stingy, I'll admit, but he wielded it well, so I may just come round to the idea of a cane.

Thursday - I knelt on the couch in the living room this time - right next my darling A. After delivering 19 spanks, he asked me how many I'd received. I told him 19 - I think he believed he'd given me 20! He then asked how many I'd received each other day and I told him 23 each time, which surprised him as he had been aiming for 20 each time. He asked me if I wanted another 4 to even things up today - I left it to his discretion and he let me be.

Friday - I stood in the bathroom - legs apart, hands on the towel rail and naked from the waist down. A repositioned me so that my arse was pushing out further, asking for it more I suppose. I have no idea how many spanks I received this day as the first one was an absolute whopper and I just stood there in shocked pain and completely forgot to count. I will deduct 15 from the spank bank as I'm sure I received at least that many, although it is up to A's discretion as always to dictate figures.

This is all to report for week sixteen - and the last chapter of tasks and naughtiness for awhile. Tasks were suspended for a few weeks by a very benevolent A who gave me a much needed break while we did some overseas travel and recovered from associated jet lag. Week Seventeen will still follow on from here, but know, dear reader, that there has been a lapse of several weeks between 16 and 17 and that is why my posts have been meagre. This should change soon enough.