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By Fireman Chris, December 31, 2008 10:41 AM

I do so love biting my wife’s ass.

I forget exactly when the first time it was that my teeth pressed into the tender flesh of her backside, but it was early on in our relationship. Now, it’s a regular part of our foreplay…sometimes before a spanking, sometimes after…sometimes instead of.

You see, it can be a rather effective substitute in times when I can’t put her over my knee and give her what she deserves. Like this morning. We’re staying with my parents until the end of the week, so spanking is definitely out.

This morning, while the princess was breakfasting with my parents, we sneaked into the shower together for a bit of alone time. We rarely get to shower together, so we take the chances as they come up.

After we’d finished washing each other (making sure certain areas were extra clean), she asked me if I needed to do anything else, such as shave.

I turned her around so that she was facing the end wall of the shower and bent her forward a bit so her bottom was sticking out. I then knelt down and proceeded to nip my teeth all across her wet, tender ass as she squirmed and tried to keep her yelps in check.

As I stood, I told her “That’s what I needed to do.”

Unfortunately, she probably won’t get any more spankings in 2008, and her first of 2009 will have to wait until this weekend at least, but she can certainly get her bottom nibbled upon in the meantime.

Happy New Year, everyone.

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By Fireman Chris, December 25, 2008 12:21 AM

Merry Christmas to all.

Despite the craziness that the holiday season inevitably seems to entail, I try to take some time to reflect on the year, as well as on the larger picture of this world we live in.

The princess has taken to watching The Polar Express almost daily the past week or so. In terms of Christmas messages, it is a very secular one, but not necessarily in a bad way. For many, Christmas is more about the secular than the sacred. That’s not a discussion I really want to get into…those who know me know where my particular feelings are.

Central to the plot of the movie, for those who haven’t seen it, is being selected to ask Santa for the first gift of Christmas. While many children would view this as the ultimate visit to the department store Santa to ask for anything they desire, the protagonist selects a much more symbolic gift to ask for.

Discussion around the house recently has included the question: “What would you ask Santa for if you got the first gift of Christmas?” The princess hasn’t committed to any particular toy when asked this question; indeed, when she “saw” Santa at the fire station last week for our department party, she admitted she didn’t know what she wanted and asked him to bring her something she’d like. It has gotten me thinking about what I would ask for.

Sitting in church tonight, we prayed, as we often do, the English translation of the Maori version of The Lord’s Prayer. I don’t know the history of how we adopted this into our worship (we’ve not been attending this particular church very long), but the words speak to me, even more so than the more traditional version I was used to. The following words from this prayer pretty well sums up what I would ask Santa for:

With the bread we need for today, feed us.

In the hurts we absorb from one another, forgive us.

In times of temptation and test, strengthen us.

From trials too great to endure, spare us.

From the grip of all that is evil, free us.

Merry Christmas to all.

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By Fireman Chris, December 19, 2008 10:22 PM

About a year ago, our good friend Raven turned us on to Ménage à Trois.

Yes, I know you expect all sorts of kinky details here, but get your mind out of the gutter…at least a little bit. It’s a wine…a very nice mix of Zin, Cabernet and Merlot. Not expensive, but a good table wine. We generally now have at least 3 or 4 bottles of it in the house.

Since trying it at Raven’s house, we’ve since found it at both the local supermarket and Target. Today was the first day of my holiday vacation (taking time off until after the first of the year, which is quite nice) and Sparkle and I took advantage of having a day alone with the princess in school to finish up some Christmas shopping and general errands, including a trip to Target.

OK, I spanked her and did some other deliciously naughty things to her as well…but I digress. I’m sure you’d rather hear my amusing wine anecdote than that.

So…Target. We don’t have a Target very close to us…the two nearest ones are each about 30-40 miles away, so we tend to do a big shopping trip once a month or so.

When we hit the wine aisle, we found a rather interesting grouping of wines:

Monogamy
PromisQous
Ménage à Trois

Hmmm, a rather steady escalation there, don’t you think.

And then Sparkle pointed out that the next one in the row was called Five Friends.

I’m wondering what varietal they’ll use to make Orgy…I can only assume that’s the next one we’ll find when we return to Target next month.

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By Fireman Chris, November 24, 2008 4:58 PM

Just got home from my follow-up appointment with my orthopedic surgeon. I’ve now seen, via the wonders of x-ray, the hardware they put in my arm . It looks suspiciously like stuff I’ve bought at Home Depot a number of times.

I also got to see my arm from the outside for the first time since before Iris and M’s wedding. Ugh. The first thing I did when I got home was scrub it.

That’s right, I’m no longer bandaged/splinted up. I’m back in a removable brace over a cloth sock-like liner. I can take it off and shower again without a plastic bag snugged over my arm.

Only problem is that, without the brace, I have the disconcerting sensation that my hand is about to fall off at any moment. Over 3 weeks of non-use and constant bracing does lead to some atrophy, and it’s a very weird sensation. I’ve been instructed to start working on my range-of-motion in my hand and wrist, but I’m not to actually use the limb yet. PT will start in two weeks, and I’m told that will probably not be fun.

As Sparkle mentioned on her blog, this was a very busy weekend for us…and a frustrating one for me. I really don’t like the feeling of being restricted in what I can do. I enjoy sitting around with my feet up some, but I also enjoy being physically active, and this weekend seemed to be about reminding me what I can’t do right now.

It’s been frustrating enough (but fun in its own way) to have to ask Sparkle to button my uniform pants every morning before leaving for work. Friday, however, was trash day, a chore I usually handle myself. Not only was it the normal trash, but also the debris from the home improvement work we’ve been having done since I was in Texas. And trash day here is a bit more than some places…you see, we don’t have street-side trash pickup. Well, we do, but it either entails dragging cans downhill about a quarter-mile (and then back up) or loading them in my truck and driving them down. And once you’ve loaded them and driven them the quarter-mile to where the trash truck will get them, you might as well drive them the extra half-mile to the transfer station and dump them yourself, which is what we do. And what we did Friday: one trip for garbage, one for construction debris, and one for recycling.

Of course, I couldn’t load trashcans into my truck one-handed, so Sparkle had to help. There are certainly other things I’d prefer doing with Sparkle than hauling trash, but such is semi-rural living. And as she mentioned on her blog as well, sex has had its own challenges (at least my spanking arm is OK).

More frustrating was yesterday, when we decorated the outside of the house for Christmas. Despite a it of grumbling every year, I do enjoy this tradition, and while I usually need some help with it, this year I felt incredibly limited on what I could physically do, and very frustrated as a result. The lights look good, but it’s not what I really wanted to do, so I felt somewhat like our first Christmas in this house is suffering as a result. Silly, I know, but rationality doesn’t necessarily always fit into the equation.

Still, I’m feeling better today than I have for several days as it feels like progress is being made, and I keep reminding myself that in the scheme of things, this is a relatively minor injury with relatively minor inconveniences, and I’m really a very lucky guy.

Guess that’s a good thought to have going into the Thanksgiving holiday.

We’re off tomorrow afternoon to visit my family through the weekend, and will get to visit the newlyweds as well. I may pirate the neighbors’ WiFi a bit, but probably won’t be on much, so Happy Thanksgiving to all.

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By Fireman Chris, November 14, 2008 11:11 PM

Even shorter than the last, but wanted to let everyone know that surgery went fine and I’m recovering. Slept a big chunk of the day and laid on the couch watching movies (Master & Commander, Ocean’s 13 and Tinkerbell…guess who picked the last one).

And even though I can’t respond (yet) to the level I’d like to her most recent post, I’d like to reiterate what I just told Sparkle while having her kneel before me after I read said post. She is the most wonderful wife in the world and has taken such good care of me over these past few days…as she has since we met. And I love her for that.

And thank you all for the prayers and good wishes. They mean a lot to me.

Night all.

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By Fireman Chris, November 13, 2008 7:36 AM

Not a long post since I need to leave for work in a few minutes, but one I needed to write.

I’m scheduled to go in for surgery on my wrist this afternoon. Or possibly this evening, or even tomorrow…there still remains some question as to when it will occur, but there’s no doubt that it DOES need to occur. I saw the orthopedic surgeon on Monday, and aside from the break I knew about, there’s also a split in the bone and I’ll soon be the proud owner of a screw, a metal plate and who knows what other metal hardware in my arm. Thankfully, it’s an outpatient procedure and I should be sleeping in my own bed tonight (or at least on my own couch).

There’s several things I’ve wanted to write about this week, but between my own preoccupation with my arm, the difficulty in typing with said arm and a major project at work (hence the “under the gun” part of the title of this post and why I’m going into work the same day I’m scheduled for surgery), I haven’t. In fact, I’ve been asleep before 10:00 most nights this week, which is early for me.

But that being said, here’s a quick rundown of things I’ll hopefully write about soon:

• Iris and M are married! Woohoo!
• A broken left arm doesn’t really impede giving a spanking with one’s right arm. Thank goodness.
• The princess seems to have a renewed fascination with bottoms. Oh Lord.

Either Sparkle or I will keep you updated on how my newly airport un-friendly arm is.

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By Fireman Chris, October 31, 2008 9:18 PM

Figured I’d better get in another post before October ended so that my last post wasn’t the only one for this month. It will be a short post though, because it’s hard to type one-handed

No, I’m not wanking off. I broke my wrist at work today. Wish I could say it was doing something exciting, but no…I stumbled getting off the fire engine in front of the station (embarrassing, I know). At least there were some extenuating circumstances (rain, wearing turnout gear from a call), but it’s still a stupid way to get hurt.

My luck’s not been great lately. During October, I’ve been in two (minor) vehicle accidents: hit a deer in my own truck, and got rear-ended in a fire department truck. Now a broken wrist. Probably one of the reasons I’ve not felt like blogging much this month.

I think I’m relieved my two upcoming airplane flights are both in November.

At least one humorous moment came out of my injury today.

When I first fell, my wrist hurt, but not badly. I iced it, and figured it was just a sprain. As the day went on, however, it got more sore, stiff and swollen, so I decided to get it looked at (with some brotherly nudging by my fellow EMTs and paramedics at work).

When the clinic doc examined me, pressing on the swollen tissue and bone, she said I didn’t seem to have any pain from the bone, so was probably only a sprain. Still, she ordered an x-ray to be sure.

I think she was as surprised as I was when radiology decided I not only had a fracture, but might need to have it pinned.

Her response to me was “You must have a very high pain tolerance.” I inwardly chuckled, thinking of a few friends who are well aware of that.

And don’t worry…it’s my left wrist, so Sparkle’s bottom won’t go unattended to (at least until I fly down to LA tomorrow).

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By Fireman Chris, October 2, 2008 5:59 PM

I was going to say that I don’t usually do politics on this blog, but this isn’t really about politics…its about a lot more than that. And you can thank my wife for giving me the motivation to write this (if you haven’t looked at her blog, go check out her most recent post and be sure to watch the video).

Just a little over a month from today, we in the U.S. have the chance…no, the responsibility, to vote for the next President of this country.

Voting is always important, and voting in this coming election is especially so given the number of issues that are facing our country right now. I don’t think I need to go into that further…unless you’ve been hiding in a box for the past decade, you know what those issues are.

It’s a historic election aside from all of that. Come November 4, we elect either the first African-American President or the first female Vice-President. Yes, it shouldn’t matter what race, ethnicity, gender you are, but it doesn’t change the fact that since 1789, when George Washington took the oath of office, every
U.S. President has been a white male.

I know how I’m voting, and you can probably guess how. I can’t say I don’t care who you vote for because I really do, but the fact of the matter is, it’s your choice and regardless of who you favor, you need to go make that choice heard. And if you haven’t registered to vote yet, go to Declare Yourself and do it now!

So save your arguments about the electoral college, “hanging chads” or any of that and get out there and vote.

And in case you’re wondering, that’s Jessica Alba in the picture above.

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By Fireman Chris, September 30, 2008 5:33 PM

The other day, I was driving around in my fire department truck. I was on a service road, very little traffic, but quite a few pedestrians, so was driving carefully.

I came around a bend and saw a young couple, college age, on the side of the road. They were talking as they walked, and the young lady, not looking where she was going, stepped out in front of me. Now, I was at least 15-20 feet away from them, going slow. But the young man immediately reached out, grabbed her firmly by the wrist and pulled her back out of my path. I went by and smiled and nodded at them.

The look he had on his face was the same look I often have when Sparkle does something unsafe and is about to get her backside warmed.

The young lady did look a bit nervous too.

Perhaps.

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This past weekend, Sparkle and I took the princes to a local amusement park. If Sparkle’s reading this, I’m sure she thinks she knows where this is going, but no, I’m not going to write about the hundred or so local cheerleaders from various schools who were there for a special event.

We were walking along the park, and I spied a couple, probably about our age. The male half had one of those inflatable hammers they sell at such places…the kind with a squeaker in the end so that when you hit something, it squeaks. As we approached, he was hitting his wife/fiance/girlfriend/whatever with it on her arm, and she had a rather bemused look on her face.

As we passed, I glanced over and he was no longer hitting her arm. He was hitting somewhere else that I rather approved of.

I mentioned this to Sparkle sotto voce, and she replied “Much better choice.”

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Also this past weekend, Sparkle and I got a babysitter for the day and went out for some grown-up time. We had originally considered going to the Folsom Street Fair, but since our sitter couldn’t stay long enough, we just went to the mall instead.

Driving home, she was talking to her brother on the cell phone and both were rather surprised when I blurted out “Did you see that naked woman on the side of the road?”

OK, she wasn’t naked, but her backside definitely was. It was just a glimpse, but I know naked female buttocks when I see them. I think she was squatting next to her car peeing, but she’d positioned herself such that, accidentally or purposely, approaching traffic had a nice view of her derriere.

I’m guessing it was a bit of exhibitionism, but who am I to say.

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By Fireman Chris, September 25, 2008 8:02 PM

I’d planned to write this a few weeks ago, shortly after the Shadow Lane party, but life got in the way.

As Bridget shared on her blog, she caned me at the party.

She not only caned me, but she did so very well, and then proceeded to beat me with pretty much anything else she could get her hands on. And I liked it very much.

Let me take a step back here.

I really and truly identify myself as a Top, or when it comes to Sparkle’s and my relationship, even a Dom. That is the predominant part of my personality: its what I fantasize about doing, its the role I take on nine times out of ten and its really what I consider myself to be. I love being the one in control, be it spanking or other fun, and I find myself feeding off of that energy.

But even though I don’t identify myself as a switch, there are times when I enjoy switching, and certain people I enjoy doing so with.

My friend Wednesday wrote something similar on her blog recently, in the vein of what she calls her Multiple Scene Identity Disorder, specifically in the part where why she identifies masochistic side, yet continues to label herself as a Top.

“I list myself as a top on this blog and at spanking parties at this point because I have run into people with terminal Dom’s disease once too many times. Give me a decent sadist or better yet a switch any day. They will have fun with me and not treat me like a submissive later. I *loathe* being treated like a submissive out of scene. It is the quickest way for someone to tick me off. So I tend to guard that part of my identity for a select few Tops who are clueful enough to give me what I need without reading more into it than what is there. I do it for fun, to get high on my own endorphins, and occasionally I do it as a rite of passage or for a catharsis.”

I couldn’t have said it better myself. For me, switching is more about the physical side of things than the mental. I can be submissive in the scene, but, like Wednesday, I don’t want that role to creep outside of it. Or rather, I don’t want others making assumptions and trying to put me into that role, because its likely to have the very opposite effect.

After Bridget had caned me, I was talking with her, and I told her that I didn’t think I could ever really enjoy being spanked by a true Top or Domme. Strange as this may sound, I best like being spanked most by those who identify themselves as bottoms/subs, or true switches. I think part of that is my sense of justice: if I spank you, I can’t really object if you want to spank me sometime. Plus, its kinda fun at a fantasy level to think about having the tables turned like that unwillingly.

I think more so, however, its something of a defense mechanism for me. I feel comfortable in that a bottom or sub, who in a similar fashion to me may like switching occasionally, is less likely to try to exert dominance over me outside of a scene. And, if they do, I can always put them over my knee and show them the error of their ways.

So back to my scene with Bridget.

For those who know her (and those who don’t can get an idea from the picture below or her FetLife profile), she’s a fairly little thing. If you read her blog, you know that she’s not only a submissive, but a collared slave.

I spanked her for the first time at last year’s party, which was great fun. Before that same party, knowing my occasional switching interests, she also told me that she’d enjoy seeing me get spanked sometime. I did get spanked last year (by my dear friend Mija) and we had planned for Bridget to watch this scene, but unfortunately, it didn’t work out.

At this year’s party, Bridget expressed an interest in learning how to cane, and my same dear friend Mija became the willing subject for the lesson, taught by her husband Pablo.

Shortly after said lesson, the three of them ended up in the suite Sparkle and I shared with Iris and M. Mija informed us that Bridget was quite a gifted student when it came to using the cane…and an accurate one at that.

Bridget informed us that she wanted to cane someone else…and looked at me.

I’d been drinking a bit of excellent Scotch at that point, and feeling rather brave and willing to experiment, I grinned and said “Sure!”.

A few moments later, I found myself over the end of a bed, and discovered just how quickly Bridget had learned to wield a cane.

As Mija had said, she was very accurate too. I’ve not played with canes (on either side) much myself, but I’ve watched others enough to know its hard to lay straight strokes, to not wrap the tip and to just generally not give a bad stroke every so often.

I don’t recall feeling a single bad stroke from Bridget, and as you can see, the welts she left were practically all parallel to each other.

A bit later, after we’d all been talking for awhile, I was teasing Iris about something…counting up infractions for some misbehavior. I happened to be laying cuddled up against Bridget during this (enjoying the afterglow of both the cane and the Scotch) and she informed me that perhaps I should receive the number of strokes I was counting for her.

I grinned and said something along the lines of “Bring it on.”

Good thing I’d been warmed up with the cane.

I found myself over the end of the couch, and Bridget began wielding things other than a cane. Such as a heavy leather strap. And a paddle or two. I honestly lost track, but M was gleefully handing her things from his toybag for her to try on me while the rest of our friends watched and cheered her on.

By the end, I was in that endorphin-fogged blissful state that serious players know well. It was a strange feeling for me…I rarely ever play with that intensity, and while I’ve seen “the bliss” in others (and even brought it about with partners a few times), I think it may be the first time I’d really experienced it.

Sparkle basically had to lead me off to the bedroom and tuck me into bed before rejoining our friends in the other room. And I think I was asleep before she closed the door.

Of course, then next morning I was back to my toppy self and ended up with Bridget across my lap making sure she was suitably warm for her plane flight home.