I guess to get right to the point – I got exactly what I asked for. Nick took me at my word and Thursday afternoon gave me the spanking of a lifetime. I spent much of the time squirming and gasping and desperately wanting it to stop, and wanting it to go on and on. He began with a good warm-up, even some OTK. That’s unusual for us, but so very traditional, and it was a nice touch. I didn’t get to keep my pants on long; Nick likes to see what he’s doing.
He used the leather strap with the holes in it, it’s great, but I tell you it leave a burn you won’t soon forget. He also used the OCW (pictured in my masthead), it’s thick heavy leather and when used full force is the most formidable of our leather implements. When he really got going with that I was desperate to reach back but that wasn’t really an option because my hands were cuffed together to stop that very possibility. Some other items he used were the dogging bat and a good old fashion hairbrush, and the not so good wooden bath brush. I had seen it on the floor as I came into the bedroom and quickly hid it under some towels but he found it.
One thing he did during the spanking was when he would pause for a short break I could hear him reach over for his wine glass and take a sip. For some reason with me lying there, not knowing what was coming next, that seemed so hot! Nick gave several small breaks, which I needed. He was good about rubbing, but it also had the effect of giving my bottom time to feel everything. Sometimes during a hard volley my rear would almost become numb. The rubbing would cause that to go away and as he would start again, I felt every bit of it.
I knew I was coming near the end of what I could take. I really didn’t want to use my safe word – I would have, it was right there where I could grab it if I needed it. But I wanted to see what I could take. Once though, self-preservation caused me to roll away from him over onto my back. Nick took my shoulder and pulled me back over and said quietly “I’m not finished yet.” Oh wow, submissive buttons were being pushed left and right.
Finally it was over and I did feel spent, rung out, thoroughly spanked and well loved. I felt like I belonged to him, it went from a wonderful spanking to a most passionate afternoon. I feel I can safely say a good time was had by all.
All that evening I was tender. I could even feel it the next day each time I sat although there was not one mark or bruise to be see. About the only outward sign you could see was the grin I couldn’t wipe off my face. I wouldn’t want to play this intensely every time, but oh boy, it was exactly what I need right now. I’m happy and hopeful about this – I’m the one who knows when I need this and it’s my responsibility to ask, Nick won’t have to guess or wonder. We can play without the discipline aspect making me want more and leaving Nick wondering what he should do. He is free to ask me if I need another visit from Hardass, or threaten me with one. Threats are always appreciated because they get my heart pounding.
I want to leave you with one last word from Nick. I’m sure many of you have formed a picture of Nick and his personality over the years. He’s quiet, reserved, he spoils me with out seeming to, he does everything he can to make me happy – even when I know there are times he’d rather strangle me than spank me, all these things are true, but did you know he was a poet too. Later that evening, after our wonderful encounter I got the following in an email,
In the land of the South
Was a lady that blogged.
From this internet mouth
She asked to be flogged.
Now time has passed
And her bottom is hot.
Is she glad that she asked?
Did she like what she got?
Who wouldn’t love this man?