To continue with the ‘rest of the story’ from yesterday, Nick came to me about three and told me he want me to take a hot shower and then meet him in the bedroom for my massage.
Ami pointed out something I’ve said before – I do not like people to come up to me and start digging their fingers into my neck. I hate it! But Nick, Nick can massage me any time he likes. And boy did he do a great job. Before he began he heated our corn bag in the microwave and put it on my butt then covered me with a towel. Then heating the lotion in his hands before massage my feet, my calves, and my thighs before moving to my arms shoulders and back. It did feel really good, then he massaged my butt and that felt great. Muscles were relaxed, I was relaxed…
Then Nick said he thought I needed a little color in my cheeks and the chance to let go of a little more stress. Then came the phrase that strikes fear in the heart of every spanko. “You remember your safe word don’t you?”
It didn’t start out much different, but then it started getting harder and harder. I’ve said before I usually stay quiet during a spanking. I’ve often wanted to let go and yell and cuss but it’s hard for me. I said in passing once that I’d like to be able to yell and cuss and beg him to stop and be ignored. Who the hell thought he was listening? He was and he repeated what I’d asked of him. And then he took care of the request!
How could my sweet, fun little dogging bat feel like that? There was no question of staying quiet. I did some fine yelling and cussing. Nick was calm as a cucumber, reminding me of what I’d asked of him and telling me to let go of the stress. He used the dogging bat and the wide leather strap with the holes mostly. He has never spanked so hard. Strangely I never had any urge to reach back, but I was doing some fine kicking! There were a few breaks, but that was as intense spanking as I’ve ever had.
I survived the spanking – and without my safeword. We went on to other wonderful things and when I’d had a chance to rest I helped Nick feel just as good as he’d made me feel. He doesn’t mind me popping his butt with the occasional implement and as I popped him gently with the dogging bat I mentioned that that was the way it should be used. He laughed and said if it wasn’t he would have at least had the good sense to yell uncle.
It made me wonder. Had he wanted me to use my safeword? I certainly knew I could and I probably would have soon, but sometimes I want to know what I can take. It still surprises me that after a spanking like that very hard and pretty long and nothing in the way of bruises. I was red for sure, but no bruises. In fact after more than eight years of spanking the only thing that has ever left a bruise is Nick’s belt and it’s still one of my favorites.
I told Nick when we were done, “I wouldn’t want one of those everyday – but thank you.” He looked at me and smiled, then said, “Glad you liked it, it’s liable to happen again.”
What is going on? And should I be thrilled or concerned? I think I'm a little of both.