J told me yesterday afternoon that I was going to be spanked last night, and that he planned to restrain my legs. True to his word, before bed he pulled out the liberator shape that we own (the black label hipster) and his belt. After I'd bent over the shape, he wrapped the belt around my thighs and secured them together. He started with the strap.
After a few well placed whaps, I threw my hands back and cried, "Ouch! Warm it up first, please!"
"Babe, I'm getting the handcuffs." he told me, matter-of-factly. He got them, and wrapped them around my wrists, then clipped them onto the hipster.
What an experience! It was an intense combination of sensations. The pain of the strap, the helplessness of being restrained, the wash of submission from being tied and spanked ... it was a very different experience than being spanked unrestrained. At first, it was very frustrating to not be able to put my hands back and protect myself. I never realized how much I take that for granted, the short reprieve that I can buy myself when I am unrestrained and put my hands back. Being unable to do that (or much of anything else but lie there and focus on my burning butt) put me in a submissive place very, very quickly.
He used the strap for a "warm up" then moved onto the small hairbrush. He certainly didn't go very easy and I was pleading before he'd finished with it.
*side note* When I say "pleading" I don't mean that I asked him to stop or anything like that. I hardly EVER ask him to stop .. usually I just say "please" a lot. I guess it's my way of saying slow down!
After he finished with the hairbrush, he went to the drawer and grabbed what looked to me like the majority of our implements. His next weapon of choice was the loopy.
I know I have mentioned in the past my extreme hatred for this implement, but I'm going to go there again. I hate it. It's evil. I don't know what it is about it (maybe the cruel bite) but no matter how he uses it, it makes me feel punished and not in the good way. I just feel like he's upset with me or something and that really throws me off when I haven't done anything wrong. I started to cry almost immediately after he started using it.
He didn't use it long, and honestly, I didn't really feel much of it. After the strap and hairbrush, I didn't feel much of anything. I mean, I knew that he was spanking me, but it was more just sensation than pain. He used every implement we own, though I didn't know that until he told me later. By the last paddle, the thick lexan, I'd not only stopped crying, I was pushing my bottom out for more. When he stopped paddling me, for a split second I found myself wishing there were more. Then his fingers were inside me and I was swept away in a surge of ecstasy. He played me like an instrument, knowing all the right notes to hit.
I was literally begging him to take me.
He did not disappoint.
Overall, I liked being restrained. It was an intense experience, but I enjoyed the almost instant submissiveness it brought me. I cant say for sure, but I think it made J feel powerful. I hope it did. The sex afterward was HOT. It was passionate, rough, and he was totally in control.
When we talked about it the next day, we both agreed that the sex was amazing. He felt that restraining me was "interesting" because it was new. He must have liked it a little, as he told me this morning that tonight he was going to restrain me again tonight... ankles, thighs and wrists. Hmm .. I may have to invest in some thigh cuffs :)
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Stunned.
As I sit here and type I am still somewhat taken aback. The HOH fairy has come to my house, cloned a more serious, stern hubby, and left him with me, escaping with the cuddly, laid back version.
Yesterday was a bit of a stressful day. No particular reason, I am just easily stressed and lately, it's all just been builing up and building up, with no way for me to release it. Plus, my back was super sore because Silas was pretty fussy and I spent a good chunk of my day sitting on a bouncy ball with him in my arms. Do that for 10-20 min at a time with a 14 lb baby and you're bound to screw your back up. So, I was a tad cranky, and complaining about my back (like I have been for the past week) to J.
He came to take over the bouncing of the baby and reminded me that I still havent used the heating pad, and that I should do so to help with my back.
Frustrated, I snapped, "I don't even know where it is!" In my head, all I was thinking was when the fu*k do I have time to use the freaking heating pad? Totally not fair of me to snap at J but I was tired (ok, exhausted), sore and stressed out.
"It's either behind the couch, or on the stairs in our room." he said slowly. "You don't need to snap at me."
I got up and went to the bathroom, locking myself in. I cried because I felt like J was mad at me, and I felt bad for letting my emotions get the best of me. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and held my head in my hands while I cried.
Literally two minutes later, J was knocking on the door. I thought he'd figured out I was upset, because he's usually pretty good at that, but when I opened the door, he was holding the baby, telling me he had to use the bathroom.
For the rest of the night, I was distant and moody. I didn't have any more outbursts or anything like that, but I was definitely in a mood. I ended up in bed before J and I stared at the ceiling while I waited for him to come in.
When he finally did, I watched him undress. I love when he takes off his belt, because he usually does it super fast so it snaps through the loops, just cuz he knows I like the sound of it ;)
He laid beside me. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I lied.
"Baby..." he said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" I insisted.
"Roll over." J said firmly. When I didn't move, he repeated himself.
I rolled over, avoiding looking at him. I could feel my face getting hot.
He asked me again what was wrong, and again I told him nothing. He strapped me. It fell randomly on each side, and then it stopped. Again, he asked what was wrong. Nothing. The strap came down again, burning my poor bum. Clearly, he wasn't going to let it go, so when he stopped and asked me a third time what was wrong, I decided I should probably answer.
"I'm just stressed out!" I blurted out.
He started strapping me again, while he talked to me. He's not usually much of a talker when he spanks, so this caught me off guard. "What are you stressed about?"
Between strokes, I managed to squeak, "The baby!"
"Is that all?"
"Mostly!" By this point I was squirming and trying so hard to avoid the strap.
"What else?" he asked.
Well, I didn't really know what else. I just felt .. blech. "Nothing,"
That earned me harder strokes. "Babe, what else?"
"Nothing else! Nothing, really.."
"Well you said mostly, so what else is it besides the baby? Me?" he kept up smacking me with the God-awful strap.
"It's nothing else, I swear!"
For a few moments, he said nothing while he continued laying that evil strap on my burning butt. Finally, he said, "Do you know what to do about your stress?" he asked.
"No!" I wanted to add obviously, since I'm in this position right now, but decided to keep that tasty little tidbit to myself.
"You dont?" he waited for me to moan another pathetic 'no' before going on. "You can take a walk, put the baby in the stroller and he may cry for a minute but he quiets right down. Same thing with a car ride. You need to work your stress off. I think taking a long walk would be most beneficial to you, to burn your stress off. You know what I mean?"
"Yes sir!" I assured him.
He strapped me for another few minutes before ending the spanking and pulling me into his arms. He held me tight, kissed my head, and whispered how much he loved me. He did not ask if I was okay. He didn't apologize for making me cry.
I closed my eyes while he held me and just let myself be. I felt so secure and loved wrapped up in his warm arms that I wished we could stay that way forever. I was more content after this spanking than I've felt in a very long time.
This spanking was very different for me in a lot of ways. J initiated it, which obviously made me feel more like he was in control and that I could just let go. He spanked both sides randomly, with no set number, which made me feel more out of control because I couldn't count down the swats and mentally stay on top of the pain. I couldn't reason with myself that I only had x number of swats left so if I could just make it through, I'd be okay. He talked to me throughout, which kept me in the moment. I had to focus on everything that was happening, listening to him and formulating my own responses. Not only that but I felt more connected to him, like he was more involved and invested in this one? I don't know if that makes sense, but that's how I felt. Afterward, by not asking if I was ok or apologizing for making me cry, he made me feel that he was confident in his decision to spank me, which he should have been. I certainly deserved and needed it. I will definitely remember this spanking for a long time. Forever. I am so incredibly lucky to have J.
Yesterday was a bit of a stressful day. No particular reason, I am just easily stressed and lately, it's all just been builing up and building up, with no way for me to release it. Plus, my back was super sore because Silas was pretty fussy and I spent a good chunk of my day sitting on a bouncy ball with him in my arms. Do that for 10-20 min at a time with a 14 lb baby and you're bound to screw your back up. So, I was a tad cranky, and complaining about my back (like I have been for the past week) to J.
He came to take over the bouncing of the baby and reminded me that I still havent used the heating pad, and that I should do so to help with my back.
Frustrated, I snapped, "I don't even know where it is!" In my head, all I was thinking was when the fu*k do I have time to use the freaking heating pad? Totally not fair of me to snap at J but I was tired (ok, exhausted), sore and stressed out.
"It's either behind the couch, or on the stairs in our room." he said slowly. "You don't need to snap at me."
I got up and went to the bathroom, locking myself in. I cried because I felt like J was mad at me, and I felt bad for letting my emotions get the best of me. I sat on the edge of the bathtub and held my head in my hands while I cried.
Literally two minutes later, J was knocking on the door. I thought he'd figured out I was upset, because he's usually pretty good at that, but when I opened the door, he was holding the baby, telling me he had to use the bathroom.
For the rest of the night, I was distant and moody. I didn't have any more outbursts or anything like that, but I was definitely in a mood. I ended up in bed before J and I stared at the ceiling while I waited for him to come in.
When he finally did, I watched him undress. I love when he takes off his belt, because he usually does it super fast so it snaps through the loops, just cuz he knows I like the sound of it ;)
He laid beside me. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," I lied.
"Baby..." he said. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing!" I insisted.
"Roll over." J said firmly. When I didn't move, he repeated himself.
I rolled over, avoiding looking at him. I could feel my face getting hot.
He asked me again what was wrong, and again I told him nothing. He strapped me. It fell randomly on each side, and then it stopped. Again, he asked what was wrong. Nothing. The strap came down again, burning my poor bum. Clearly, he wasn't going to let it go, so when he stopped and asked me a third time what was wrong, I decided I should probably answer.
"I'm just stressed out!" I blurted out.
He started strapping me again, while he talked to me. He's not usually much of a talker when he spanks, so this caught me off guard. "What are you stressed about?"
Between strokes, I managed to squeak, "The baby!"
"Is that all?"
"Mostly!" By this point I was squirming and trying so hard to avoid the strap.
"What else?" he asked.
Well, I didn't really know what else. I just felt .. blech. "Nothing,"
That earned me harder strokes. "Babe, what else?"
"Nothing else! Nothing, really.."
"Well you said mostly, so what else is it besides the baby? Me?" he kept up smacking me with the God-awful strap.
"It's nothing else, I swear!"
For a few moments, he said nothing while he continued laying that evil strap on my burning butt. Finally, he said, "Do you know what to do about your stress?" he asked.
"No!" I wanted to add obviously, since I'm in this position right now, but decided to keep that tasty little tidbit to myself.
"You dont?" he waited for me to moan another pathetic 'no' before going on. "You can take a walk, put the baby in the stroller and he may cry for a minute but he quiets right down. Same thing with a car ride. You need to work your stress off. I think taking a long walk would be most beneficial to you, to burn your stress off. You know what I mean?"
"Yes sir!" I assured him.
He strapped me for another few minutes before ending the spanking and pulling me into his arms. He held me tight, kissed my head, and whispered how much he loved me. He did not ask if I was okay. He didn't apologize for making me cry.
I closed my eyes while he held me and just let myself be. I felt so secure and loved wrapped up in his warm arms that I wished we could stay that way forever. I was more content after this spanking than I've felt in a very long time.
This spanking was very different for me in a lot of ways. J initiated it, which obviously made me feel more like he was in control and that I could just let go. He spanked both sides randomly, with no set number, which made me feel more out of control because I couldn't count down the swats and mentally stay on top of the pain. I couldn't reason with myself that I only had x number of swats left so if I could just make it through, I'd be okay. He talked to me throughout, which kept me in the moment. I had to focus on everything that was happening, listening to him and formulating my own responses. Not only that but I felt more connected to him, like he was more involved and invested in this one? I don't know if that makes sense, but that's how I felt. Afterward, by not asking if I was ok or apologizing for making me cry, he made me feel that he was confident in his decision to spank me, which he should have been. I certainly deserved and needed it. I will definitely remember this spanking for a long time. Forever. I am so incredibly lucky to have J.
Monday, October 4, 2010
punished.
Yesterday, I was cranky and a complete brat. Everything that J said to me caused me to roll my eyes or toss a sarcastic remark at him. A few times, he'd raised his eyebrow and said nothing, and a few times after that, he'd asked me why I was being so fresh. We were invited to my father's house for dinner since my younger sister was home for the weekend. On our way there, J said something that wasn't correct (I cant remember now what it was,) and I pointed out his mistake and then teased him about it, laughing. He just turned and looked at me and said, "I cant wait to get you home and spank your ass,"
That caught my attention. Immediately, I began back-pedaling and trying to redeem myself. "No, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it,"
"Yes you did. You're getting 80 with the black strap," he announced firmly.
Panic set in. With my hormones going haywire, I have been SUPER sensitive lately. Even just a spanking with his hand has been intense at times, where usually it takes much more than his hand to get through to me. "NO, please not the strap! Please baby, I'm sorry..."
He shook his head. "Nope. You're getting it. You deserve it, you've been naughty all day."
I turned and looked out the window, silenced by my sentence.
He laughed. "Whats the matter, baby?"
"Nothing," I pouted.
We got to my dads, and had a nice dinner and spent some time with my family. My aunt and uncle were also there with my cousins, and it was nice to see everyone together. After dinner, while my dad and uncle and J were watching football, I fell asleep on the couch. When I finally woke up we went home, since it was getting closer to the time my brother and sister had to start getting ready for bed. School night, and all.
At home, we sat on the couch with our roommate for a while. J got up to go change into more comfortable clothes and I followed him into the room to steal a few kisses. As I walked in, he was taking off his belt. I recognized the look in his eye and turned to walk out of the room again. He caught my arm and smiled at me, then kissed my forehead. He doubled his belt over and turned me around.
"Baby no please!" I cried, but he gave me a few whacks anyway. "Ouchh," I complained, rubbing my sore butt. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please honey, I don't want the black strap. I'm so sensitive lately, and I'm already so sore from playing last night." I pouted.
He kissed my forehead. "Sorry babe. It's the only way."
For the rest of the night, I pleaded my case. Finally, he stopped, and thought about it. "I'll reduce your sentence, but that's it." he agreed. "70 on each cheek."
My heart sank. "That's still a lot! I don't think I can do it."
He didn't reply. When we finally went to bed, he laid down across it. "How about this? If you massage my back, because it's really tight and sore, I'll only give you 50 on each."
I jumped on it. I knew this was his way of giving me the break I needed without giving in to my pleading. He knew that my tolerance level was way low. I massaged his back, kneading the knots out of his tense muscles. When his massage was over, I lay down beside him and he pulled me into his arms, and kissed my temple. He held me close for a couple of minutes before telling me to roll over. I moaned. "Aw, babyy..."
He got up and went to the drawer, taking out the strap and carrying it over to the bed. "Roll over right now Heather,"
"Baby please," I pleaded.
"Now." he demanded. He folded my body pillow in half and patted it. "I want you to face that way, and I want your butt right here."
I did as I was told, nervously. I felt him immediately pull down my sweatpants and panties, and a whimper escaped my lips.
"Fifty on each, ready baby?"
I shook my head no, but he started anyway. As soon as he did it was like fire on my skin. Fifty first on the right cheek and I was squealing and squirming around, putting my hands back and trying anything to escape that awful strap. He caught my hand and his fingers intertwined with mine, holding it out of the way but reminding me that he was there, and he loved me. He paused before moving to the other cheek. "Please J, I really don't think I can do it, it hurts too much,"
Ignoring my plea, he gave me the rest of my fifty and as he got up to return the strap to its place, I started sobbing. I was a bit surprised that I was crying after only 50 on each. On a regular day, fifty on each is the finale of a much longer, harder punishment. He came back to bed and pulled me back into his arms, kissing me and stroking my hair. "I love you honey,"
"I love you too, babe."
I fell asleep cuddled up to him, feeling safe and loved.
That caught my attention. Immediately, I began back-pedaling and trying to redeem myself. "No, baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it,"
"Yes you did. You're getting 80 with the black strap," he announced firmly.
Panic set in. With my hormones going haywire, I have been SUPER sensitive lately. Even just a spanking with his hand has been intense at times, where usually it takes much more than his hand to get through to me. "NO, please not the strap! Please baby, I'm sorry..."
He shook his head. "Nope. You're getting it. You deserve it, you've been naughty all day."
I turned and looked out the window, silenced by my sentence.
He laughed. "Whats the matter, baby?"
"Nothing," I pouted.
We got to my dads, and had a nice dinner and spent some time with my family. My aunt and uncle were also there with my cousins, and it was nice to see everyone together. After dinner, while my dad and uncle and J were watching football, I fell asleep on the couch. When I finally woke up we went home, since it was getting closer to the time my brother and sister had to start getting ready for bed. School night, and all.
At home, we sat on the couch with our roommate for a while. J got up to go change into more comfortable clothes and I followed him into the room to steal a few kisses. As I walked in, he was taking off his belt. I recognized the look in his eye and turned to walk out of the room again. He caught my arm and smiled at me, then kissed my forehead. He doubled his belt over and turned me around.
"Baby no please!" I cried, but he gave me a few whacks anyway. "Ouchh," I complained, rubbing my sore butt. I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Please honey, I don't want the black strap. I'm so sensitive lately, and I'm already so sore from playing last night." I pouted.
He kissed my forehead. "Sorry babe. It's the only way."
For the rest of the night, I pleaded my case. Finally, he stopped, and thought about it. "I'll reduce your sentence, but that's it." he agreed. "70 on each cheek."
My heart sank. "That's still a lot! I don't think I can do it."
He didn't reply. When we finally went to bed, he laid down across it. "How about this? If you massage my back, because it's really tight and sore, I'll only give you 50 on each."
I jumped on it. I knew this was his way of giving me the break I needed without giving in to my pleading. He knew that my tolerance level was way low. I massaged his back, kneading the knots out of his tense muscles. When his massage was over, I lay down beside him and he pulled me into his arms, and kissed my temple. He held me close for a couple of minutes before telling me to roll over. I moaned. "Aw, babyy..."
He got up and went to the drawer, taking out the strap and carrying it over to the bed. "Roll over right now Heather,"
"Baby please," I pleaded.
"Now." he demanded. He folded my body pillow in half and patted it. "I want you to face that way, and I want your butt right here."
I did as I was told, nervously. I felt him immediately pull down my sweatpants and panties, and a whimper escaped my lips.
"Fifty on each, ready baby?"
I shook my head no, but he started anyway. As soon as he did it was like fire on my skin. Fifty first on the right cheek and I was squealing and squirming around, putting my hands back and trying anything to escape that awful strap. He caught my hand and his fingers intertwined with mine, holding it out of the way but reminding me that he was there, and he loved me. He paused before moving to the other cheek. "Please J, I really don't think I can do it, it hurts too much,"
Ignoring my plea, he gave me the rest of my fifty and as he got up to return the strap to its place, I started sobbing. I was a bit surprised that I was crying after only 50 on each. On a regular day, fifty on each is the finale of a much longer, harder punishment. He came back to bed and pulled me back into his arms, kissing me and stroking my hair. "I love you honey,"
"I love you too, babe."
I fell asleep cuddled up to him, feeling safe and loved.
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