His Care

January 21st, 2018

And sometimes, I need for him to take care of me, when I’m striving too hard to take care of him. As per the last post, I was stressing myself out massively over the events this weekend, and more. I talked to him a bit about it after posting. And we both reminded me that, among other things I need to let go of attachment to a specific outcome, and everything being perfect. It isn’t a failure if other people don’t show up. We will make due.

So, the next night I took some time, Specifically, to Let Go. I sat down in my papasan of soft, and meditated and let go. This reduced my stress about the weekend, and I was able to let myself go with the flow. Things didn’t go perfectly, not everyone showed up, and it was Okay.

On top of that, he offered me a scene on Saturday. I knew he had a lot lined up, so I went into it with no expectations, and, as usual, he knew what I needed and far exceeded any expectations I could have had.

He started with a warm-up spanking of my ass, and then some nice rhythmic flogging. Into harder flogging and faster, building up my moans to groans to occasional screams. I had side thoughts of my body being unused to this, and mild concern my skin would not hold out terribly long. But it didn’t have to, after a song or two, he ran his fingers along my skin, making me shiver and moan. Then dragged me by the hair to the spanking bench.

Where we really got down to work. Hand spanking, foam bat, leather paddle, and a gods-be-damned hard plastic hot spoon. Spanking to the music, setting me into happy space. Foam bat was a nice transition, only becoming painful after a while. Leather paddle started the screams and writhing, as he used his free arm and chest to hold me to the bench. Then the spoon brought the tears, first of frustration, I knew he wasn’t actually hitting me that hard with it, but DAMN it stung. “Let it out.”  I hear him say, and the tears did flow.

Crying and screaming and legs writhing as my body is pinned and the hits keep coming. Until we settle a little bit into some spanking again. Then he comes and checks in. Am I good or do I want more. I don’t think I managed to say anything, but he nodded, More.

And I’m screaming and crying harder than before. I hear someone comment they’ve never heard me make those sounds. It Has been quite a while… Sobbing into the bench. I hear them discuss how many big hits I should have to count. But I’m not there, yet. He continues to paddle and smack with the spoon, and spank with his bare hand until I’m able to make words again.

I’ve traveled through the catharsis fully now, and I try to count spoon strikes. He laughs, no, not that one. He picks up the paddle again, and I count. Up to Seventeen, I think, or was it Twenty. Screaming each number, but no longer crying. I have come through the pain, and cried out the stress, covering the spanking bench in my tears.

When I finish, he spanks me a little bit more, happy slaps on a very red ass. Then comes back to my head, where I thank him, so very much. And he counts me twice to orgasm to land me back in my body. Where I sit for a few moments before I’m able to stand and clean up, ready for the rest of the night.

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Fun Times Don’t Have to be Big

August 25th, 2016

He decided we should play on Saturday. I’d offered on Friday, but we were all much too busy with the crowd.

He walked up to where I was sitting, and slapped me. I gasped and gazed up at him, and he leaded me over to the flogging station. The nice old mop floggers were his weapon of choice. Starting out low and slow, getting me nodding and rocking to the beat. Switching up to six-count to get my whole body moving. And then the heavy strikes, shoving me forward into gasping groans and screams. Riding up and down a few waves, to crest in louder screams.

“Are you awake now?” Yes. “What?” Yes. “What?” Yes, Sir.

Then he had me over his knee, pulling up the bottom of my fishnet dress, as I clutched the chair and balanced my toes. Spanking me, hard and stinging, solid and thuddy, punching and slapping, making me squeal and scream, and moan. Counting me up. Thank you, Sir.

Then he shoved me to the floor. And I lay there, gasping for breath. Looking up at his glittering eyes, and wide grin. I love you. “I love you, too.”  Finally catching my breath, I reach out to clutch the toe of his boot. The cool floor feels good. Calming. He grins down, asking me questions I no longer remember. Then he mentions getting a paddle.

I whimper as he helps me up, and puts me back up at the rig. He grabs the sorority paddle we snagged from a thrift shop years ago. “That was for you, this is for me.” His eyes are still sparkling as he lines up, and bends me over.

I clutch the cold metal poles, my dress falling back down, as he smacks into my ass. Screaming with every strike, rising up and then settling back down. Trying to keep my ass even instead of cocked to one side. He tries to imprint the Greek letters into my flesh. I scream louder and louder, flinching even when he doesn’t strike.

“One. Two…. THREE!” I scream louder than ever, orgasming through the pain.

Thank you, Sir, I gasp out as I finish.

 

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April Fools Day

April 1st, 2016

I’ve seen a few amusing stories today, a few good memes, and the usual roundup of new, amusing products from ThinkGeek. I don’t know that I’ve ever really taken this day to heart. I’m not a practical joker, I’m just sarcastic. But I noticed I haven’t posted in a while, so I figured, day aside, why not?

The new job(s) are filling my weekdays, and starting Sunday, half my weekend, too. It will be very good for me, financially. But I’m still working on finding a work-life-food-sleep balance. This coming week will be my first full, six-day workweek. I’ve gotta do better at lunch.

On the kinky side of things. I keep having thoughts of stuff to write late at night, I try to put notes in my bedside notebook, but they don’t make as much sense in the morning light.

We’ve got Wednesday nights again, and we’ve had some good flogging and whip practice here and there. I’ve had a balloon bondage scene on the burner ever since Wickedness, but the young lady and I haven’t quite managed to sync up yet.

I had an awesome spanking/paddling with him this past FFF.  Another friend was down to visit and they played, and then he pulled me down over them both. It was a very good night. We had other friends come out, as well, and there were more snuggles and hair playing. Want more like that. 🙂

This weekend I’m up with the boy, for some nice naked time, relaxing, and orgasms. As we both work on convincing the other of his/her attractiveness. 😉

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