So I got my good girl spanking last night. It was nice. He started out with the doubled pink strap, lightly, and it felt VERY good. There were some harder strokes but it felt good. He alternated between this strap and and his hand. Once my butt was warm and tingly, he had me stand up in front of him, and he strapped me. It wasn't very hard, but it did hurt a little. The mild pain quickly melted into pleasure, warming and caressing my skin. Then he had me get back on the couch, and after a little more spanking with his hand, he told me he was going to finish off the spanking with a number of things. I asked what this meant and he said he was going to get some implements, and I'd be getting sets of them. This made me a little uneasy for some reason, but I just nodded my agreement. I could hear him shuffling around in the drawer, and when he came back, I pushed my bottom out for him. As soon as I felt the first implement kiss my skin I jumped, saying "OUCH! What is that?!" and looking over my shoulder. The loopy.
The tone of my spanking immediately changed. It felt all of a sudden like a bad girl spanking, and it broke my mindset. I lost the good feelings I had from the beginning of the spanking.
He was using it lightly but it still stung. He only used it for a minute or two, then put it away, and started using the bigger hairbrush. He gave me slow, light, deliberate strokes and these felt good. I was a little surprised that it could feel good because usually the hairbrush hurts but it was totally different when being used nicely. I started to get back in the groove of the spanking, but I couldn't totally let go and enjoy myself fully. He then used the paddle, which also felt surprisingly good. I think there was another implement used as well, but I cant really remember.
I laid beside him in bed for a bit, and we talked a little. He asked me if it was a good good girl spanking, and I confessed that it felt a little like a bad girl spanking. I told him that the loopy kind of changed the tone for me, and it was hard to get past that, but otherwise it was a very good spanking.
I still was extremely turned on from the spanking, as most good girl spankings leave me feeling, and I showed my appreciation.
Long after the lovin was finished, I lay in bed thinking. It had seemed to me that J was sort of wanting to spank me harder than a good girl spanking warranted. I felt confused because I wanted a bit harder of a spanking as well, but was left feeling a little miffed that the spanking wasn't quite the good girl spanking I'd expected. Confused, I thought about it for a long time, and the conclusion I came to was this. Because I'd been promised a good girl spanking for doing all that I was supposed to, that's what I'd prepared myself for. So when it was a little harder than a good girl spanking usually is, I got thrown off track. Now, had J said something like "I want to spank you and it's going to be hard, but it's not because you were bad, I just want to..." that would have been a different story. I believe I still would have been extremely turned on, because I mean .. that's hot. I love when he flexes his dominance. MMM. SO long story short, I think I just put myself into a mindset before it happened and it wasn't a flexible enough mindset to accept the harder swats / the loopy johnny being introduced. Is that weird?
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Thursday, March 17, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Taken Care of
It's odd, how despite the dread I feel when I know I'm going to be punished, the relief and security I feel alongside it. I knew that I screwed up, which was the main reason I confessed to J about not sending the forms in. I could have just sent them yesterday without bringing it up, and if he ever asked if I sent them, I could have easily (and honestly) said yes. However, I also knew that I should have sent them probably last week, and I had made petty excuses about why I hadn't been able to fill them out and send them sooner. I deserved to be punished, because I hadn't taken his reminders to get it taken care of seriously. When I asked him to take control, and be the leader in our relationship, that meant that I was supposed to listen when he told me to do things, and I hadn't.
After we'd had something to eat, sat together, and talked for a while, J asked me to get up and get him the cards. I did, and he fanned them out in front of his face, then held them out for me to choose one. I didn't take as much time this time as I usually do, and just plucked one of out of the group. Flipping it around, I read it. He asked what it said, and I handed it to him. He scoffed. "What the hell is this?!" he asked. "This is a wimpy one,"
I shook my head. "You're the one who approved all the cards I wrote!" I cried defensively.
"I think you're getting off easily," he shook his head. "Go get the tools."
I got up, and went back to the drawer. I got the designated implements, and brought them to J, setting them on the bed beside him.
Saying nothing, he nodded at the loveseat and I got into position, lowering my shorts.
The cane hurt more than I expected it to. The strokes came fast and sharp, and I was trying to wiggle away before I knew what was happening. It was hard to control myself and I grasped at the couch to keep from putting my hands back. They wandered once or twice but I pulled them back in front of me just as quickly as they'd gone back. When he finished with the cane, I asked if I could hold on to my stuffed animal. (Yes, I still sleep with a stuffed animal, and sometimes during spankings I hold him so I'm not as tempted to put my hands back.) He graciously handed the stuffed animal to me. I have such a sweet hubby. The strap was terrible. It stung so bad and it was so hard for me to keep still and in position. It felt like it was falling on the same spot over and over, burning my skin. My right hand found a mind of it's own and flew back to protect my right cheek from the attacking strap. I heard J warn me to move my hand but I couldn't find the power to move it. Until the strap landed on my palm and suddenly, it wanted nothing but to be in front of me again.
He delivered the rest of the strapping quickly and firmly.
I was sobbing by the time it was over. I'd almost forgotten that the holey paddle was going to finish it off until it landed across the bottom of both my blazing cheeks. Thankfully there were only 15 total of those, and it was over soon enough. I cried into the back of the couch while J put the implements and the card back in the drawer. Then I felt him rubbing cream on my hot skin.
He told me I could pull up my pants, and after I did, he pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. He asked if I was okay.
I was. I stayed in his arms while I cried, until I calmed down and my breathing had returned to almost normal. When I went to the bathroom, I peeked at my bum in the mirror and it was an angry red. Redder than I've seen it in a while. It was hot and tender to the touch. Coming back to our room, I climbed onto the bed and cuddled into J's arms.
We talked about the spanking. I told him I hadn't expected it to hurt so bad, and he agreed that he hadn't thought I'd react that way either.
Even though sometimes it's embarassing for me, and I always feel a little ashamed, it feels good to talk about punishments and all other kinds of spankings after they happen. I believe it helps me to be more open about my needs. It makes me feel connected to my husband, even more so than the spanking does.
I shook my head. "You're the one who approved all the cards I wrote!" I cried defensively.
"I think you're getting off easily," he shook his head. "Go get the tools."
Saying nothing, he nodded at the loveseat and I got into position, lowering my shorts.
The cane hurt more than I expected it to. The strokes came fast and sharp, and I was trying to wiggle away before I knew what was happening. It was hard to control myself and I grasped at the couch to keep from putting my hands back. They wandered once or twice but I pulled them back in front of me just as quickly as they'd gone back. When he finished with the cane, I asked if I could hold on to my stuffed animal. (Yes, I still sleep with a stuffed animal, and sometimes during spankings I hold him so I'm not as tempted to put my hands back.) He graciously handed the stuffed animal to me. I have such a sweet hubby. The strap was terrible. It stung so bad and it was so hard for me to keep still and in position. It felt like it was falling on the same spot over and over, burning my skin. My right hand found a mind of it's own and flew back to protect my right cheek from the attacking strap. I heard J warn me to move my hand but I couldn't find the power to move it. Until the strap landed on my palm and suddenly, it wanted nothing but to be in front of me again.
He delivered the rest of the strapping quickly and firmly.
I was sobbing by the time it was over. I'd almost forgotten that the holey paddle was going to finish it off until it landed across the bottom of both my blazing cheeks. Thankfully there were only 15 total of those, and it was over soon enough. I cried into the back of the couch while J put the implements and the card back in the drawer. Then I felt him rubbing cream on my hot skin.
He told me I could pull up my pants, and after I did, he pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. He asked if I was okay.
I was. I stayed in his arms while I cried, until I calmed down and my breathing had returned to almost normal. When I went to the bathroom, I peeked at my bum in the mirror and it was an angry red. Redder than I've seen it in a while. It was hot and tender to the touch. Coming back to our room, I climbed onto the bed and cuddled into J's arms.
We talked about the spanking. I told him I hadn't expected it to hurt so bad, and he agreed that he hadn't thought I'd react that way either.
Even though sometimes it's embarassing for me, and I always feel a little ashamed, it feels good to talk about punishments and all other kinds of spankings after they happen. I believe it helps me to be more open about my needs. It makes me feel connected to my husband, even more so than the spanking does.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
The Luckiest (:
There was no spanking Sunday night. Jack was too tired and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Monday morning I slept in, cuddling with Jack until about 10:00 :)
We got up and had cereal for breakfast, and played with our dog for a while in the living room. We made a delicious Salad together for lunch, and after we finished eating, Jack got up from the couch and put the dog in her crate.
"Come on," he said, walking into the bedroom.
I followed him in, and saw the hairbrush and the five-fingered strap already laid out on the bed. My heart dropped. "Are you serious?" I asked, fear pumping through my body.
We sat down on the bed together and he looked at me. "What?" he asked, grinning widely.
"Those are the worst ones..." I murmured, looking up at him, pleading with my eyes.
"Which one do you want me to start with?" he asked.
"Your hand?" I said hopefully. When I saw him raise his eyebrow I quickly continued, "I won't bruise as much if you start with your hand...."
He shook his head. "Which one of these do you want me to start with?" he repeated, his tone more firm than the last time.
"Baaaabe, why can't you start with your hand?" I whined. "Pleasee!"
"Alright, I'll start with the hairbrush," he decided, holding it up. His stern eyes gripped mine. "It's not your rules, babe." he reminded me. As I nodded he added, "it's about loss of control, so stop trying to gain it."
I hung my head. "Yes sir." I got up and changed out of my sweatpants, pulling on thin pajama pants instead, knowing he wouldnt allow me to wear sweatpants to be spanked in.
"Lay down. You can lay on the bed if you want," he offered. (Usually for these spankings he makes me bend over the arm of the couch in our room but I had killer cramps yesterday :( .. hes a good hubby!)
"Thank you," I said, piling the pillows and laying over them. I held onto my stuffed animal and closed my eyes.
He started out with hard spanks right from the start, and after only about 4 or 5 swats I was wiggling like crazy. He kept bringing that darn brush down over and over again.
I felt him pulling my pajama pants down and knew that soon, that evil brush would be coming down on my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut and did my best to hold my hands in front of me, and did pretty well doing so until he started using the five fingered strap.
After about a minute or so of that my bottom was aching and burning, and I threw my hands back to protect myself. "OW OW pleasee," I begged.
"Go to the drawer and get me the black strap please," he ordered.
I happily jumped up off the pillows, glad for a break, and kicked off my pants so I could walk across the room .I went to the drawer and got the black strap.
"While you're there you might as well get the big paddle, also." Jack's voice said roughly behind me.
I grabbed that, too, walking back to the bed slowly and handing them to my husband. I couldnt help but think how goddamn sexy he was, even if he was about to paddle my ass!
He gave me a smile. Mmm how I looooveeee that smile. "Get back over, sweetie." he nodded at the pillow pile.
I climbed back over, adjusting myself so my bottom was a perfect target for him. Before I knew what was happening, both straps were coming down relentlessly on my sore, tender backside. It hurt like hell and I burst into tears before even a minute had passed of this, and he just kept going. I cried softly, hoping I wasn't sobbing to noticably (because in some sick way, I didn't want him to stop yet). All I could think about was how much it hurt and that the paddle was out and hadn't been used yet. I squeezed my stuffed animal as hard as I could, lying still and just crying.
He picked up the paddle and gave me a couple of hearty smacks, causing me to cry out loudly. "Okay babe, ten on each cheek with this and that'll be the end," he said gently, giving my back a tender caress before beginning the whacks. Left, then right, left then right, he counted up to ten swats on each side, then gave me a couple with his hand for good measure.
I laid over the pillows sobbing while he got up and put the weapons away.
He came around to me, sitting beside me. "Come here my baby," he murmured, taking me into his arms. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my tears off my cheeks. "Are you okay love?"
I nodded. "Yes sir," I whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
"It didn't take long, today. I was bawling in no time. Usually I can hold out waay longer than that," I told him.
He nodded, smiling sweetly. "I know, baby. It was the combination of both straps that overwhelmed you. Before you could recover from the first one the other strap had already hit you. How do you feel?"
"Sore, and HOT, but better." I smiled contentedly. "I love you soo much!"
While we argued over who loved the other more, I knew in my head that it's probably he who loves me more. He definitely puts up with way more things (and loves me despite them!) than I do. It is moments like these, however, that I know that our love will only grow and strengthen over time. I really must be the luckiest girl in the world.
We got up and had cereal for breakfast, and played with our dog for a while in the living room. We made a delicious Salad together for lunch, and after we finished eating, Jack got up from the couch and put the dog in her crate.
"Come on," he said, walking into the bedroom.
I followed him in, and saw the hairbrush and the five-fingered strap already laid out on the bed. My heart dropped. "Are you serious?" I asked, fear pumping through my body.
We sat down on the bed together and he looked at me. "What?" he asked, grinning widely.
"Those are the worst ones..." I murmured, looking up at him, pleading with my eyes.
"Which one do you want me to start with?" he asked.
"Your hand?" I said hopefully. When I saw him raise his eyebrow I quickly continued, "I won't bruise as much if you start with your hand...."
He shook his head. "Which one of these do you want me to start with?" he repeated, his tone more firm than the last time.
"Baaaabe, why can't you start with your hand?" I whined. "Pleasee!"
"Alright, I'll start with the hairbrush," he decided, holding it up. His stern eyes gripped mine. "It's not your rules, babe." he reminded me. As I nodded he added, "it's about loss of control, so stop trying to gain it."
I hung my head. "Yes sir." I got up and changed out of my sweatpants, pulling on thin pajama pants instead, knowing he wouldnt allow me to wear sweatpants to be spanked in.
"Lay down. You can lay on the bed if you want," he offered. (Usually for these spankings he makes me bend over the arm of the couch in our room but I had killer cramps yesterday :( .. hes a good hubby!)
"Thank you," I said, piling the pillows and laying over them. I held onto my stuffed animal and closed my eyes.
He started out with hard spanks right from the start, and after only about 4 or 5 swats I was wiggling like crazy. He kept bringing that darn brush down over and over again.
I felt him pulling my pajama pants down and knew that soon, that evil brush would be coming down on my panties. I squeezed my eyes shut and did my best to hold my hands in front of me, and did pretty well doing so until he started using the five fingered strap.
After about a minute or so of that my bottom was aching and burning, and I threw my hands back to protect myself. "OW OW pleasee," I begged.
"Go to the drawer and get me the black strap please," he ordered.
I happily jumped up off the pillows, glad for a break, and kicked off my pants so I could walk across the room .I went to the drawer and got the black strap.
"While you're there you might as well get the big paddle, also." Jack's voice said roughly behind me.
I grabbed that, too, walking back to the bed slowly and handing them to my husband. I couldnt help but think how goddamn sexy he was, even if he was about to paddle my ass!
He gave me a smile. Mmm how I looooveeee that smile. "Get back over, sweetie." he nodded at the pillow pile.
I climbed back over, adjusting myself so my bottom was a perfect target for him. Before I knew what was happening, both straps were coming down relentlessly on my sore, tender backside. It hurt like hell and I burst into tears before even a minute had passed of this, and he just kept going. I cried softly, hoping I wasn't sobbing to noticably (because in some sick way, I didn't want him to stop yet). All I could think about was how much it hurt and that the paddle was out and hadn't been used yet. I squeezed my stuffed animal as hard as I could, lying still and just crying.
He picked up the paddle and gave me a couple of hearty smacks, causing me to cry out loudly. "Okay babe, ten on each cheek with this and that'll be the end," he said gently, giving my back a tender caress before beginning the whacks. Left, then right, left then right, he counted up to ten swats on each side, then gave me a couple with his hand for good measure.
I laid over the pillows sobbing while he got up and put the weapons away.
He came around to me, sitting beside me. "Come here my baby," he murmured, taking me into his arms. He brushed the hair from my face and kissed my tears off my cheeks. "Are you okay love?"
I nodded. "Yes sir," I whispered. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
"It didn't take long, today. I was bawling in no time. Usually I can hold out waay longer than that," I told him.
He nodded, smiling sweetly. "I know, baby. It was the combination of both straps that overwhelmed you. Before you could recover from the first one the other strap had already hit you. How do you feel?"
"Sore, and HOT, but better." I smiled contentedly. "I love you soo much!"
While we argued over who loved the other more, I knew in my head that it's probably he who loves me more. He definitely puts up with way more things (and loves me despite them!) than I do. It is moments like these, however, that I know that our love will only grow and strengthen over time. I really must be the luckiest girl in the world.
Monday, May 17, 2010
A new road to follow
We got married last Thursday, at a quaint little inn called Angels Watch. The ceremony was small and simple, just the two of us, but we both dressed up; he wore a tux and I wore a gown my mother had bought in NY while shopping for wigs. She was going through chemotherapy and was anticipating the loss of her hair so she made a weekend of going to New York City to buy wigs with my sister, aunt and cousin. While there she saw this dress, there were only a few made and it was her size, so she bought it. She never used it, it just sat in her closet for years. When she passed away, I was 16 years old, and my grandmother gave the dress to me, in case I wanted to use it for prom or something. I never opened the bag again until Jack proposed, and when I looked at it, I realized how perfect it would be, and when I tried it on, it couldn't have fit better! We got married on my parents anniversary and it couldn't have been more special. Everything was just perfect. The inn was empty so we had the place to ourselves that night. We took a bath, and I got a lovely spanking, and we made love. We spent the weekend at a friends house a few miles from the inn we got married in, so we had to push back our saturday "reminder spanking".
Jack had declared that I would get it Sunday night, but we were both tired from our long weekend. We'd gone to visit my father and went to dinner with our roommate after that. By the time we got home it was 10:00 and we didnt crawl into bed until at least 10:30. He told me to get up and go to the drawer but I asked if we could post-pone until today because I was falling asleep, and he kindly agreed.
I got the spanking today after lunch, before Jack went to work. It hurt like hell, a lot more than usual. I was very sensitive today, and was squealing and squirming from the very beginning. More than one time I jumped off the arm of the couch all together. Jack would hug me and comfort me and then make me bend back over and take the rest. He used the paddle, the black leather strap, and the double rod cane. He went back and forth between all three implements, spanking me first over my thin, patriots pajama pants, then over my panties, then finally on my bare bottom. I held my tears back, clenching my teeth and holding my breath. When he moved to my thighs with the strap I screamed.
"PLEASE NO!" my legs were kicking, my hips rotating, desperately trying to escape. "Pleaseee not my thighs, pleaseeee..." I begged.
He gave me a few more with the strap on my thighs and right where my bottom meets my thigh. Then he dropped the strap and used his hand to spank my thighs a little more. After a dozen good swats, I threw my hands back. He stood up and walked away, and I thought he was getting the handcuffs. I kept my eyes shut, and waited for him to come back. When he did, he pushed my hands out of the way, and squeezed lotion onto my flaming skin. He gently massaged it in, then gave me a few more swats with his hand before he picked up the strap again.
My bottom was blazing, and I could feel myself reaching the brink. The strap came down again and again and I wiggled for all my life.
"You get ten more with this, on each cheek." he annouced. He brought the strap down 10 times hard, on each cheek.
I screeched with each swat, begging him to be done. When he finished with the strap, I was panting, my bottom throbbing.
"Fifteen with this," he told me, holding up the double rod.
Shaking my head, I laid my head down on my arms. "No, no. Please,"
The first fifteen stung like hell, building and building and erupting in fire on my backside.
"OW OW OW OW OWWWW PLEASE NO PLEASE," I cried, begging. Tears had welled in my eyes and when he started his rapid-fire fifteen stroke assault on my other cheek, they poured over, rolling down my face.
He picked up the paddle. "And fifteen of these," he brought it down hard and fast, keeping his pace despite my pathetic wails and sobs. The tears were really coming and I sobbed freely. I was so engrossed in the pain I didn't notice the spanking had stopped until I heard the drawer opening and Jack putting the implements away. I wanted to jump up and hug him but I waited for my command. He sat down on the bed. "Come here," he said. I got up and he pulled me into his arms, lying down with me. He held me close while I cried, stroking my hair and whispering gently to me.
So far, married life has been great!
Jack had declared that I would get it Sunday night, but we were both tired from our long weekend. We'd gone to visit my father and went to dinner with our roommate after that. By the time we got home it was 10:00 and we didnt crawl into bed until at least 10:30. He told me to get up and go to the drawer but I asked if we could post-pone until today because I was falling asleep, and he kindly agreed.
I got the spanking today after lunch, before Jack went to work. It hurt like hell, a lot more than usual. I was very sensitive today, and was squealing and squirming from the very beginning. More than one time I jumped off the arm of the couch all together. Jack would hug me and comfort me and then make me bend back over and take the rest. He used the paddle, the black leather strap, and the double rod cane. He went back and forth between all three implements, spanking me first over my thin, patriots pajama pants, then over my panties, then finally on my bare bottom. I held my tears back, clenching my teeth and holding my breath. When he moved to my thighs with the strap I screamed.
"PLEASE NO!" my legs were kicking, my hips rotating, desperately trying to escape. "Pleaseee not my thighs, pleaseeee..." I begged.
He gave me a few more with the strap on my thighs and right where my bottom meets my thigh. Then he dropped the strap and used his hand to spank my thighs a little more. After a dozen good swats, I threw my hands back. He stood up and walked away, and I thought he was getting the handcuffs. I kept my eyes shut, and waited for him to come back. When he did, he pushed my hands out of the way, and squeezed lotion onto my flaming skin. He gently massaged it in, then gave me a few more swats with his hand before he picked up the strap again.
My bottom was blazing, and I could feel myself reaching the brink. The strap came down again and again and I wiggled for all my life.
"You get ten more with this, on each cheek." he annouced. He brought the strap down 10 times hard, on each cheek.
I screeched with each swat, begging him to be done. When he finished with the strap, I was panting, my bottom throbbing.
"Fifteen with this," he told me, holding up the double rod.
Shaking my head, I laid my head down on my arms. "No, no. Please,"
The first fifteen stung like hell, building and building and erupting in fire on my backside.
"OW OW OW OW OWWWW PLEASE NO PLEASE," I cried, begging. Tears had welled in my eyes and when he started his rapid-fire fifteen stroke assault on my other cheek, they poured over, rolling down my face.
He picked up the paddle. "And fifteen of these," he brought it down hard and fast, keeping his pace despite my pathetic wails and sobs. The tears were really coming and I sobbed freely. I was so engrossed in the pain I didn't notice the spanking had stopped until I heard the drawer opening and Jack putting the implements away. I wanted to jump up and hug him but I waited for my command. He sat down on the bed. "Come here," he said. I got up and he pulled me into his arms, lying down with me. He held me close while I cried, stroking my hair and whispering gently to me.
So far, married life has been great!
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