…sore bottom! Guess who brought a video camera along with his toy bag tonight?
Since it had been two weeks (and I was in big trouble for my “helpful hints”), I decided to welcome him sweetly and got all dressed up — black dress (one I can’t wear in public, but it’s great for play), garters, stockings, the whole bit. How timely, as it turned out I was going to be on camera. He’d asked me a couple of visits ago if I’d like to shoot one of our sessions sometime; I said sure and then forgot all about it.
You know, for an amateur, first-time thing, we got something fairly decent, I think. I should have turned off the stereo in the background; you can barely hear our dialogue as it is. But live and learn. We turned on every light in the room, and it seems the brightness was sufficient. And ladies and gentlemen, you heard it here first: New Guy is a ham!! He was totally playing to the camera, ramping things up, making clever comebacks to my sassy comments.
Him: I think it’s time to bring out the paddle.
Him: No? Who are you to tell me yes or no?
Me: Hey, I still have a voice!
Him: You may have a voice, but you don’t have a choice.
The final 20 with the paddle reallllllly pushed my limits. Ow, ow, ow. Had to count them, too. He cut me a little break — earlier in the scene, with 20 of the big strap, I had to count them and say “thank you” after each one. But for the finale, I just had to count, nothing else. Whatta guy, huh? (I didn’t help my case any by saying “fuck you” instead of “thank you” at first. We had a few do-overs.)
He did the last four strokes in rapid succession, and #20 made me thrash around so hard, I rolled off the side of the ottoman and tumbled onto the floor. No, I did not do that on purpose. Came out looking pretty funny, though.
Nothing funny about this, though:
Yikes. Yes, it’s as sore as it looks. But amazingly, despite this outrageous manhandling, I’m feeling quite relaxed and in my happy place. 🙂