Belting in the boudoir
New Guy’s visit this evening had two purposes. Besides the usual, I had recruited him for a favor: to take some artsy, shadowy boudoir photos with me in a filmy nightie. Why? I’m not telling — it’s a surprise. 🙂 You’ll find out soon.
So we experimented with the lights, candles, flash, no flash, and he snapped away.
Kinda neat, huh? When we were done, I was ready to put my regular clothes back on, but for some reason, he said nooooo, I was fine just the way I was. And since I wasn’t wearing any panties, warmup sort of fell by the wayside.
Remember how a couple of weeks ago, I had no pain tolerance? Tonight was just the opposite — I was insatiable. Fortunately, he never seems to get tired of spanking me, so when I’m in that mode, things work out very well.
He was strict, though. I could not get away with anything tonight. Even sounds. “What was that??” “Nothing! I just grumbled.” “Well, don’t. No grumbling allowed.”
So I tried to stay quiet, but another sound escaped after he started up with the strap. “That sounded like whining! No whining either; that’s as bad as grumbling!”
Oh, come on. I started to protest, but he cut me off. “No grumbling, no whining, and no complaining!”
I couldn’t help myself. “And no breathing, and no thinking…”
WHACK!!! “And no smart-ass remarks, either! Do you understand?” Uh… yeah, I kinda saw it his way after a while.
He pushed me off his lap. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.” Strapping/belting position… aaaggggh. And John was watching!
Lennon, that is. 🙂
I wasn’t allowed to lie on the pillows until after a long strapping, and I had to count the last 15 and say, “I will not grumble.”
He asked if that got through to me — I answered, “Well, it’s starting to.” Clearly, we weren’t done yet.
More with the strap, his belt, the tawse, and then 10 with the paddle. Then we were done.
Well, for a little while, anyway. We had Round 2 a little later. 🙂 That went on for a fair amount of time, until he really let me have it, giving me a flurry that nearly sent me through the ceiling. As I struggled to regain some composure, I gasped, “That was intense!” He snuggled close to me and whispered into my neck, “Was it good intense?”
And I whispered back, “Yes, you bastard.”
I never learn. Told you I was insatiable. 😀
But very, very happy.
Dramas and traumas are banished once again. I have one of the bestest tops in the world.