As I type this we are on the ferry to Martha's Vineyard, to spend the weekend with our best friends. I AM SO EXCITED! I used to spend the summers there and work as a teenager, and all of my closest friends live there year round.
Yesterday I got my monroe pierced (like Marilyn), and I LOVE it, but the bar is too long and sticks out of my face too far. The bar has to be big, in case it swells, and I can't have it changed until NEXT FRIDAY! I asked Jack today if we could put off spankings until after I get the bar changed out. I don't have much control of my movements when I'm being spanked, and I often bury my face in the blankets or a pillow and I'm afraid of ripping the long bar out. I guess that's all the news I have for now, as the ferry will be pulling in soon and I need to shut my laptop down. Have a great weekend everyone! :)
Saturday, May 29, 2010
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.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
a little rambling..
Today has been awful. I have breaking into tears for no apparent reason, and feeling deeply rejected and hurt by the smallest of things. I am not sure where this is coming from. I have also been feeling reluctant about being spanked and when Jack brings up spanking me, I balk. Yesterday was supposed to be our reminder spanking but we didn't have it because I fell asleep before he came to bed. I'm starting to feel like we should move the reminder spankings to sundays anyway, since he and his best friend tend to spend saturday nights talking and drinking together until late hours, which I usually cannot stay up for. I can't quite figure out what my problem is lately. Jack has already told me that I am getting my spanking tonight. I shook my head no, and have been bringing it up all day how I don't want to be spanked tonight. I don't think he'll let me get away with it. Part of me reeeeeaaally wants him to let me out of it, but deep down I know I would be disappointed and hurt by it if he did.
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!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
He Never Ceases to Amaze Me
I woke up yesterday morning a little dizzy and dazed from the night before. The ladies from work had taken me out drinking in leiu of a bachelorette party, and being someone who doesnt drink all that often, I spent friday night puking and fighting with Jack. I woke up on the couch with a puke bag next to me and our bedroom door propped open. Jack came out a few minutes later, recalling the previous night's events to me, including how I cut myself with my necklace because it was so tangled and I yelled at him about taking it off and fought him the whole time he was trying to. He also reminded me that he had to make me go outside and pick up paper towels I'd drunkenly tried to throw in the neighbor's yard after cleaning my puke out of a friend's car.
"I think there's a paper towel on the neighbor's car," he told me sternly.
I felt like my face must have been on fire. "Are you serious?" I asked quietly.
He nodded. "You know what today is," he reminded me.
I thought for a moment. "Saturday? Oh. It's saturday." Reminder spankings. That dreadful anticipation swelled in my belly.
"You're going to get a good one tonight," he told me calmly. By now my stomach was doing flip flops. "Do you know what I'm going to use?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. What?"
He grinned. "I'm not going to tell you yet," he patted my butt.
Dread gripped me. "Can I make a request?" I asked meekly.
He nodded. "You may. It might not be granted, but you can try." he responded fairly.
"Please don't use the five fingered strap tonight," I pleaded. My eyes grew wide and I blinked innocently, literally begging him with my baby blues.
He started to laugh. "Why is that your nemesis all of a sudden?" The five fingered strap is his favorite.
"I really hate it. It hurts so much," I complained. Just talking about it made my bottom tingle. I climbed on to the bed next to him and nuzzled my head against his chest. "Please, baby."
He sighed. "I don't know, I'll think about it. But, there's a good chance I'm going to use it." he warned me.
For the rest of the day, every now and then he would go, "Baby..." and when I'd turn to look at him, he'd whisper, "Wapishh,"
My heart rate would jump, the anticipation of the upcoming spanking growing and growing. By the time of the actual spanking (not until about 9:30 pm!) I was so anxious I could barely contain it.
We went to our room, and sat down on the bed, cuddling each other and talking about our day and how close the wedding was. When a comfortable silence had settled over the room, Jack's voice broke sternly through it.
"I want you to get up and go to the drawer," he ordered, referring to the drawer we keep our spanking arsenal in.
I sighed, standing up and going to the dresser, opening the drawer, then looking obediently to him for my next direction.
"I want the green 2 rod cane, the hairbrush, aaaannd...." he paused, letting me stand in agony as I waited for his last choice, praying he wouldn't say the five fingered leather strap. "You may choose the last implement, but choose wisely because if I don't agree, I'll just pick one."
I looked over the implements left in the drawer, not particularly wanting to meet up with any of them, but knowing I had to pick something that would be nasty enough that he wouldn't just come get the strap. I reached for the big paddle, ignoring the voice in my brain telling me that wasn't a good choice. I knew I was already in for a good spanking, so I figured I might as well just accept it.
He nodded. "That's fine," he said. "Now come over here and bend over the arm of the loveseat."
I did as I was told, wondering how long it would take him to notice I was wearing sweat pants.
He whacked me a few times successively with the double rod cane and then growled, "What are these? Get up and put spanking pants on." he demanded.
I got up quickly and averted the swat he tried to land on my passing backside. I changed into leggings, and laid back over the edge of the couch.
This time he attacked with the hairbrush, smacking my sit spot over and over. I was wriggling before the tenth swat had landed. He switched to the double rod and stung my whole backside rapid fire with it.
I could hardly control my body and kept sliding off the side and throwing my hand back. After a particularly painful stinger to my sit spot with the double rod, I jumped up and grabbed my butt. "Oh, owww." I looked at Jack with my puppy dog eyes, hoping he'd give me a moment to recoup.
Instead, he said, "You need to get the handcuffs."
I nodded my head and went to the drawer, pulling out the pink velcro handcuffs and bringing them to him to fasten on me. Once he had, he kissed my forehead and firmly guided me back over the side of the couch. When I had cuddled up to my stuffed animal and put my head down, I felt him tugging my leggings down, keeping my panties in place. Thankfully, I'd remembered to put full bottom panties on yesterday. I moaned fearfully anyway.
The next round was excruciating, as he switched back and forth between the double rod and the hairbrush, burning my bottom beyond what I thought possible. Despite the incredible pain, I hadn't yet started to cry. Again, I was "dry sobbing", like the last spanking. After a particularly hard round of fast hairbrush spanks, I looked back pleadingly, sliding off the arm. "Can we take a break?" I could see on his face that he was not going to comply. "Please," I begged, feeling desperation beginning to wash over me.
"I'll go slower," he compromised.
This wasn't any less painful, though it was less overwhelmingly so. He pulled my panties down, and started paddling my bottom. This paddle covered a whole butt cheek at a time, and the burn was intense, making my skin radiate heat.
I cried out, unable to keep quiet. The only words coming out of my mouth were "Ow," and "OhGODthathurts", making sure not to ask him to stop. He paddled my thighs, (which are suuuuper sensitive,) and then moved back to my burning backside.
"I'm going to get the strap, okay?" he told me softly.
I felt the tears well up in my eyes at that. My butt already hurt so much, it didn't feel like I could possibly take anymore, let alone from the strap. I looked at him and I was crushed between my desire to submit to him and my fear of that horrible strap. I nodded my head and whispered, "Okay," putting my head down to hide my tears. I could hear him fussing around in the implement drawer, and my heart pounded erratically.
He came back and started smacking my bare bottom with the strap.
My legs were kicking, I squirmed, squealed and cried out for all I was worth, and that damned strap just kept coming down on my scorched skin. I jumped up off the arm of the couch, turning to look at Jack with my tear-filled eyes. I thought he might let me off easy when he saw my tears but to his great credit, he didn't.
"Get back over the arm of the couch, babe." he said firmly, putting his hand in the small of my back and pushing me back down.
As the strap started coming down again I started to feel myself lose control, and a wave of panic swallowed me. I wiggled hard, giving one last attempt at an escape before lying still and accepting my spanking.
"Baby," he said softly. "Ten more with the strap on each side and you'll be done with it."
"Do I have to count them?" I whimpered, breathing hard.
"I will," he offered kindly. He doled them out, crisp and firm, counting them one by one. First ten on the left cheek, second ten on the right. When he finished, he put the strap down on the bed and stood up, getting the lotion off the dresser. He squirted some on my flaming bottom, and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking maybe it was over (and yet insanely still hoping in the pit of my stomach that it wasn't.) He rubbed the lotion in gently, massaging as he did so. "Your ass is covered in welts," he said quietly, applying a little more lotion. He set the bottle of lotion back on the dresser and came back over to me, picking up the double rod and peppering my bottom with crisp swats.
I clutched at my stuffed animal, feeling the emotion welling up inside of me, crashing against the walls of my body like the ocean. It swelled and churned, washing away the sadness and uncertainty inside of myself.
Next came a barrage of swats from the awful big paddle again. The pain from the paddling and my emotional storm had finally built up enough and boiled over in the form of tears, rolling down my cheeks. At last, he stopped, and massaged my welted, hot skin with his big hands.
I moaned, grateful for his gentle touch yet quivering under the pain from the spanking. I caught my breath and got myself under control during this much needed break.
"Ten more with each implement and then your spanking will be over. Five on each cheek. I'm going to start with the hairbrush. Okay?" he announced.
I started to cry again, my bottom throbbing and throwing some serious heat. Nevertheless, this was exactly what I had asked Jack to do, and he was doing a marvelous job at carrying out my wishes. How could I do anything but submit? I nodded my head and whispered, "yes sir."
He went pretty easy, (not to say they didn't hurt!!!!!) but I think the last ten with each implement was more of him showing me that he's in charge now, and it's not over until he decides it's over.
The spanking hurt like hell and I sobbed in his arms for a good five to ten minutes after it was over, but I felt so wonderful and refreshed. I felt like we connected on a level deeper than anything we've experienced before last night. We made love afterward and it was absolutely amazing. Although all I could think about during the spanking was how much it hurt and how badly I wanted it to end, once the tears were flowing and it was over, I was at peace with myself and felt very safe and protected. I thanked him, and he told me I didn't need to thank him. He shared with me that it was very difficult for him to do this. I told him that I cant imagine how hard it must be but that I appreciate it very very much. I havent been able to stop staring at him and touching and cuddling him all day today. I'm still glowing from last night's experience, and can't think of any other way to describe it besides mind-blowing.
"I think there's a paper towel on the neighbor's car," he told me sternly.
I felt like my face must have been on fire. "Are you serious?" I asked quietly.
He nodded. "You know what today is," he reminded me.
I thought for a moment. "Saturday? Oh. It's saturday." Reminder spankings. That dreadful anticipation swelled in my belly.
"You're going to get a good one tonight," he told me calmly. By now my stomach was doing flip flops. "Do you know what I'm going to use?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. What?"
He grinned. "I'm not going to tell you yet," he patted my butt.
Dread gripped me. "Can I make a request?" I asked meekly.
He nodded. "You may. It might not be granted, but you can try." he responded fairly.
"Please don't use the five fingered strap tonight," I pleaded. My eyes grew wide and I blinked innocently, literally begging him with my baby blues.
He started to laugh. "Why is that your nemesis all of a sudden?" The five fingered strap is his favorite.
"I really hate it. It hurts so much," I complained. Just talking about it made my bottom tingle. I climbed on to the bed next to him and nuzzled my head against his chest. "Please, baby."
He sighed. "I don't know, I'll think about it. But, there's a good chance I'm going to use it." he warned me.
For the rest of the day, every now and then he would go, "Baby..." and when I'd turn to look at him, he'd whisper, "Wapishh,"
My heart rate would jump, the anticipation of the upcoming spanking growing and growing. By the time of the actual spanking (not until about 9:30 pm!) I was so anxious I could barely contain it.
We went to our room, and sat down on the bed, cuddling each other and talking about our day and how close the wedding was. When a comfortable silence had settled over the room, Jack's voice broke sternly through it.
"I want you to get up and go to the drawer," he ordered, referring to the drawer we keep our spanking arsenal in.
I sighed, standing up and going to the dresser, opening the drawer, then looking obediently to him for my next direction.
"I want the green 2 rod cane, the hairbrush, aaaannd...." he paused, letting me stand in agony as I waited for his last choice, praying he wouldn't say the five fingered leather strap. "You may choose the last implement, but choose wisely because if I don't agree, I'll just pick one."
I looked over the implements left in the drawer, not particularly wanting to meet up with any of them, but knowing I had to pick something that would be nasty enough that he wouldn't just come get the strap. I reached for the big paddle, ignoring the voice in my brain telling me that wasn't a good choice. I knew I was already in for a good spanking, so I figured I might as well just accept it.
He nodded. "That's fine," he said. "Now come over here and bend over the arm of the loveseat."
I did as I was told, wondering how long it would take him to notice I was wearing sweat pants.
He whacked me a few times successively with the double rod cane and then growled, "What are these? Get up and put spanking pants on." he demanded.
I got up quickly and averted the swat he tried to land on my passing backside. I changed into leggings, and laid back over the edge of the couch.
This time he attacked with the hairbrush, smacking my sit spot over and over. I was wriggling before the tenth swat had landed. He switched to the double rod and stung my whole backside rapid fire with it.
I could hardly control my body and kept sliding off the side and throwing my hand back. After a particularly painful stinger to my sit spot with the double rod, I jumped up and grabbed my butt. "Oh, owww." I looked at Jack with my puppy dog eyes, hoping he'd give me a moment to recoup.
Instead, he said, "You need to get the handcuffs."
I nodded my head and went to the drawer, pulling out the pink velcro handcuffs and bringing them to him to fasten on me. Once he had, he kissed my forehead and firmly guided me back over the side of the couch. When I had cuddled up to my stuffed animal and put my head down, I felt him tugging my leggings down, keeping my panties in place. Thankfully, I'd remembered to put full bottom panties on yesterday. I moaned fearfully anyway.
The next round was excruciating, as he switched back and forth between the double rod and the hairbrush, burning my bottom beyond what I thought possible. Despite the incredible pain, I hadn't yet started to cry. Again, I was "dry sobbing", like the last spanking. After a particularly hard round of fast hairbrush spanks, I looked back pleadingly, sliding off the arm. "Can we take a break?" I could see on his face that he was not going to comply. "Please," I begged, feeling desperation beginning to wash over me.
"I'll go slower," he compromised.
This wasn't any less painful, though it was less overwhelmingly so. He pulled my panties down, and started paddling my bottom. This paddle covered a whole butt cheek at a time, and the burn was intense, making my skin radiate heat.
I cried out, unable to keep quiet. The only words coming out of my mouth were "Ow," and "OhGODthathurts", making sure not to ask him to stop. He paddled my thighs, (which are suuuuper sensitive,) and then moved back to my burning backside.
"I'm going to get the strap, okay?" he told me softly.
I felt the tears well up in my eyes at that. My butt already hurt so much, it didn't feel like I could possibly take anymore, let alone from the strap. I looked at him and I was crushed between my desire to submit to him and my fear of that horrible strap. I nodded my head and whispered, "Okay," putting my head down to hide my tears. I could hear him fussing around in the implement drawer, and my heart pounded erratically.
He came back and started smacking my bare bottom with the strap.
My legs were kicking, I squirmed, squealed and cried out for all I was worth, and that damned strap just kept coming down on my scorched skin. I jumped up off the arm of the couch, turning to look at Jack with my tear-filled eyes. I thought he might let me off easy when he saw my tears but to his great credit, he didn't.
"Get back over the arm of the couch, babe." he said firmly, putting his hand in the small of my back and pushing me back down.
As the strap started coming down again I started to feel myself lose control, and a wave of panic swallowed me. I wiggled hard, giving one last attempt at an escape before lying still and accepting my spanking.
"Baby," he said softly. "Ten more with the strap on each side and you'll be done with it."
"Do I have to count them?" I whimpered, breathing hard.
"I will," he offered kindly. He doled them out, crisp and firm, counting them one by one. First ten on the left cheek, second ten on the right. When he finished, he put the strap down on the bed and stood up, getting the lotion off the dresser. He squirted some on my flaming bottom, and I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking maybe it was over (and yet insanely still hoping in the pit of my stomach that it wasn't.) He rubbed the lotion in gently, massaging as he did so. "Your ass is covered in welts," he said quietly, applying a little more lotion. He set the bottle of lotion back on the dresser and came back over to me, picking up the double rod and peppering my bottom with crisp swats.
I clutched at my stuffed animal, feeling the emotion welling up inside of me, crashing against the walls of my body like the ocean. It swelled and churned, washing away the sadness and uncertainty inside of myself.
Next came a barrage of swats from the awful big paddle again. The pain from the paddling and my emotional storm had finally built up enough and boiled over in the form of tears, rolling down my cheeks. At last, he stopped, and massaged my welted, hot skin with his big hands.
I moaned, grateful for his gentle touch yet quivering under the pain from the spanking. I caught my breath and got myself under control during this much needed break.
"Ten more with each implement and then your spanking will be over. Five on each cheek. I'm going to start with the hairbrush. Okay?" he announced.
I started to cry again, my bottom throbbing and throwing some serious heat. Nevertheless, this was exactly what I had asked Jack to do, and he was doing a marvelous job at carrying out my wishes. How could I do anything but submit? I nodded my head and whispered, "yes sir."
He went pretty easy, (not to say they didn't hurt!!!!!) but I think the last ten with each implement was more of him showing me that he's in charge now, and it's not over until he decides it's over.
The spanking hurt like hell and I sobbed in his arms for a good five to ten minutes after it was over, but I felt so wonderful and refreshed. I felt like we connected on a level deeper than anything we've experienced before last night. We made love afterward and it was absolutely amazing. Although all I could think about during the spanking was how much it hurt and how badly I wanted it to end, once the tears were flowing and it was over, I was at peace with myself and felt very safe and protected. I thanked him, and he told me I didn't need to thank him. He shared with me that it was very difficult for him to do this. I told him that I cant imagine how hard it must be but that I appreciate it very very much. I havent been able to stop staring at him and touching and cuddling him all day today. I'm still glowing from last night's experience, and can't think of any other way to describe it besides mind-blowing.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Back On Track
The past couple days have just been great. Yesterday morning I was given a good spanking, and Jack made sure to spank me until I was crying. He maintained control throughout the whole spanking and he did a wonderful job. Things feel back on track, just the way they should be. Jack has been doing much better at assuming more control in our relationship, and it in turn makes me feel safer and more balanced. I am very happy with the way life is treating me right now, even though the wedding is next thursday and I still need shoes! :-o
Saturday, May 1, 2010
reminder spanking round 2
It's saturday again, which means it's time for our reminder spanking again. This morning, I asked Jack softly, "Am I getting a hard spanking tonight?" He nodded. "Yep. Sorry in advance, but not really. Especially when I break out the picture paddle for the grand finale. The tears are gonna be flowing," he told me easily. My stomach immediately tensed into knots, but I felt a sense of joy coming over me as well. I hope beyond hope that tonight will be the night. I think he means it. He seems to. Honestly, I'm pretty nervous, and very excited. I just hope he doesn't give up before I actually cry, but I have a feeling it won't take much after the amount of playing we've been doing the past couple days. If he goes through with using all the implements like he threatened, I'll definitely be squirming and crying. My ass is pretty tender. My stomach is filled with butterflies and I don't want the time for us to go to bed to come, but a part of me just can't wait. I'm so nervous. I'll be back tomorrow to share how it went. Happy Saturday! :)
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