Carthagenic

Of course it is a word.  If Sir said it, it must exist.  Oxford English Dictionary, take that!  Kapow!!

Was a fun night, but first off, I will take us back to earlier in the day.  Mistress had done Sir's hair, and, rather than put the clippers away straight off, she 'suggested' that I have a haircut as well.  Take your shirt off and bend over indeed (so the loose hair would fall into the bath tub).  Can one bliss out by a haircut alone?  Because I went damned close if I didn't actually get there.  Closing my eyes, Mistress concentrating on me, blowing hair out of the way from time to time, and I just found it a very intimate, if that isn't too wrong a word to use. 

She must have noticed, because when I came up for air - aka, when she had finished cutting - Mistress said to me, you enjoyed that, didn't you.  With a huge grin on her face.  That's a win.

And then later in the day, just quiet time in the garden.  I thought I was doing gardening, and texted my parents to say so, and got a reply saying that Mistress was game, did I know the plants from the weeds.  Mistress then texted saying that I was only snipping the green waste into smaller pieces for the bin, rather than running amok with the rose bushes myself.  I pouted at that, but cheered myself up with the fact that in the kitchen and with my cooking I am actually damned good.  Doing more than just assisting in there lol.

Then, we managed to offload the children to a sleepover, and Mistress invited one of her friends - actually, her hairdresser - over for dinner.  Sir was working a late shift.  Lemon garlic chicken, with leftover vegetables, nom nom nom.  And two bottles of wine, which went surprisingly quickly.  Was a lovely, civilised evening.  And although her friend doesn't quite circulate in some of the groups that Sir, Mistress and I do, Mistress suggested friend would enjoy coming out with us.  And showed some of the party pictures *wicked evil grin*.

Oh, and friend has nicknamed me Simon (not my real name).  And when Mistress next has her hair done, Simon will be taught the ways of blow drying lol.  And he might even go out the back with hairdresser boss for a cigarette or five - as Mistress said to me during the night that if she ever catches me smoking, she will belt me, and not in the good way.  But Simon is his own person of course, apprentice hairdresser and all that LOL LOL. 

By this stage, the wine had run out and we were onto the bourbon, and Mistress was dancing around the kitchen to INXS and Chisel.  She does have the most wonderful way of swaying her hips hehehe.  And friend rang taxi because she needed to get home to the boyfriend - said as diplomatically as I could hehe, and we were waiting out the front for taxi to arrive, and I was hugging Mistress, and she was hugging me in return.  And pinching my nipples so hard and saying I needed some clamps for them.  And kissing and biting my neck, deliciously.  All while friend was still standing next to us, so she heard my involuntary gasps when the nipple twisting and the biting was happening.  I didn't care, I was kinda sorta blissing out.

And Mistress than said to friend that because I had been such a good house elf for two weeks, that I deserved a beating for being a good boy for all that time.  I was sure I had misheard that, but the kinda sorta blissing out clarified itself into full on blissing out lol.  Taxi didn't arrive, and Sir got home from his late shift and then took friend home.  Mistress crooked her finger at me to come inside, with a huge grin on her face, and we proceeded to dance in the kitchen for a bit longer. 

Sir came home again, said we were both smashed, and then proceeded to down a couple of bourbons himself.  Nowhere near catching up to Mistress and I though.  Mistress asked if I was still in the mood for a beating, because she was in a mood to give it to me, and I said hell yeah.  She instructed me to have a shower beforehand, which I did, pretty much uber quickly.  I came out of the bathroom to Mistress on her knees in the kitchen, giving Sir a blowjob.  Which was awesome to see, especially the way he 'encouraged' her to deepthroat him.

He then graciously stepped aside, suggesting Mistress get on with beating me.  She found this wicked looking wide belt in her bedroom, and then crooked her finger at me again back to the kitchen.  I assumed the position. hands outstretched on the counter, and whack, whack, whack.  All across my butt, and my back - mmm, I love my back being hit.  My butt usually 'gives out' before too long, but my back can take a bit more punishment.

Sir had wandered off to the bedroom by this stage, and after the first lot of beltings, I burst into tears, hugged Mistress tightly, and said what sort of freak am I to get off to this type of stuff.  She whispered softly in my ear, reassuring me that I wasn't a freak for liking what I like, and hugged me tighter.  The tears weren't because of pain or anything, just an emotional reaction to the feeling of release I was getting.

Two more sets of whacks, two more sets of hugging Mistress as tightly as I could, telling her I loved her and all those other sweet nothings you give when your back and butt are bright red and starting to welt up.  And the last dose of beating, I said I just needed a few more, counted to ten in my head - as I got whacked - and by about seven I was over it, but I was going to get to ten.  And I did.  God, if I could just automatically replicate the hugs that happen after beatings, I would be a very happy person.  Mistress then pulled some ice out of her drink, and rubbed it along my back, and I hugged her so tightly, and oh, that is what I said - I said I love watching you suck cock.  She said you and every other person.  I replied well, every other person isn't naked in your kitchen with his hand down the back of your pants.

I wandered off to bed shortly after that, as did she.  Some noises from the bedroom ensued, but nothing like she usually gives.  LOL, when Sir had come in from dropping friend off, the music was quite loud, and it was after midnight, and he said to turn it down.  Mistress suggested it needed to be up to mask the sounds of them fucking.  You can imagine how my eyes were agog at that lol.  I love hearing Mistress swear, but Sir has almost broken her out of it...

Mistress was up a bit earlier, getting headache tablets and a water.  She said she had woken up worried about me.  That she hadn't given a sufficient amount of aftercare to me after my beating.  But I assured her that the attention she gave was more than sufficient for my needs, and I was fine.  There seem to be a couple of welts on my back this morning, and omg, there is a bite mark on the back of my neck.  Mmm, she has marked me with that, heheheh.