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?”
What?
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!
OMG!
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.
