First thing I want to say that I was awakened Sunday morning to the sound and sensation of leather being applied to my behind. Maintenance apparently comes early on a Sunday morning. It was better than I’d expected and he finished up with a fairly hard hand spanking. I was happy that it was more than a few swats and I was stinging pretty well when he said “We can do the second part of maintenance later this afternoon.”
Anyway, back to my question. Have you ever said something STUPID? If you haven’t and you need lessons I think I can teach you. Picture it, our bedroom, Sunday afternoon. We’re playing our strip card game (you gotta love the empty nest) and I was losing. The rules of this game it to get as close to 31 in the same suite with only three cards. Loser has to remove an item, and in this version, whoever loses gets the number of swats that’s the difference between the winning and losing hand. To be clearer, if Nick won with 27 points and I had 17 points I got 10 swats, but if I had the winning hand I got to swat him. The ‘winner’ of the game gets pampered once the game is over – you know, they don’t have to lift a finger, just lay back and take it. Usually by the end of the afternoon it’s very hard to tell the winners from the losers.
I had acquired a 10-point penalty during the game, so when I lost the last hand I was naked and I had 24 swats coming. Now there is a back-story to the stupid thing I said, you see, sometimes Nick doesn’t spank very hard. I mean he does fine and all but once it’s over there’s usually little or no lasting effect. You know, as good as the spanking might feel, a few minutes later – nothing.
So as he got ready to spank me 24 times with the leather strap with the holes I said (are you ready for this?), I said:
“I’ll pamper you as long as I can feel the effects of this spanking. If the sting fades away in two minutes, that’s all you get.”
Nick had been about to start, but stopped himself and waited until I looked at him. “Repeat that.” He asked. And like a fool, I did. Don’t try to tell me Badass doesn’t have control. Wimpy evidently too one look at the grin of Nick’s face before she plunged out the second story window! About that time that strap let loose an explosion of pain on my ass that truly and completely got my attention!
SHIT! That hurt! And I had 23 more to go! Now most of the time I am a very quiet and contained spankee. I rarely say anything or make any noise. I also tend to stay pretty still, with just a little squirming. I also tend to count in my head. Not this time – I was loud! I was doing some yelling and owwwing! And although I stayed in position I was doing some moving and kicking for sure. And I couldn’t have counted to save my life. So I was lost and just praying he was counting correctly!
Wow! That was intense – and I loved it! Well, as soon as he stopped that is. And as soon as I caught my breath, I worked as hard as I could to give Nick some fine pampering. Now to be honest, it’s been several hours and by the way my butt feels I should still be kissing and stroking and licking and … well you know. But Nick assures me if it had gone on much longer he’d be dead, happy, but dead.
Nick did say that was the last half of maintenance and if there was any left over soreness I should think of that every time I wanted to over indulge on snacking next week. I’d call it a wonderful afternoon, I have no complaints – but I don’t think I’ll make that same offer anytime soon! Hope everyone had as good a weekend as we did.