Sorry. I am not capable of articulating any better at the moment.
Boardwalk what? 🙂
The Villain was due to arrive at 11:00 a.m. This morning, I checked email and saw I had a message from him on FetLife. Oh, crap, I thought. He has to cancel. But no… he just said he was running late, but he would try to get here by 11:30. Whew.
Since I am compulsively punctual, I was ready anyway. Good thing, too, because he showed up at 11:05.
He’d been reading my blog and knew my state of mind. He asked me how I was feeling. I answered honestly, saying I felt fine. I was in the moment, and the moment was what I wanted. He noticed my trembling, my tension. Observant.
The spanking was a blur of sensation. It wasn’t especially hard, except for some flurries thrown in. But it was thorough, and he kept me guessing. I did not know what he would do next. My legs jerked involuntarily and I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to not think, just feel. He’d brought a small leather slapper and alternated that with his hand.
He brought up the party, commenting how people were on their way to Atlantic City now. I sighed and whined, “Yeah, yeah… everyone is in Atlantic City.” To which he leaned down and whispered, “I’m not.”
That shut me up. Temporarily.
We talked, on and off, during the scene. He used his voice as a tool, drawing things out, making me wait for the next sentence. He had an answer at the ready, no matter what I threw at him. “So tell me,” I said at one point, thinking I was challenging him. “How does it feel to have so much power? How does it feel, knowing that people just have to look at your pictures and think ‘I want that’?”
I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel the smile. “You tell me,” he replied. I didn’t see that coming. Nice answer.
Of course, there had to be some sass… I am Miss 7-11 Mouth, after all (open 24 hours). “Just think,” he teased, “you could be sitting on a plane going to New Jersey right now, and instead, you’re getting a spanking. Would you rather be on a plane to New Jersey?” “No, I wouldn’t, and shut up,” I snapped. I heard him laugh… oh, gawd. I really need to say these things in my thinking voice, not my speaking voice.
About an hour into it, he commented that I’d stopped shaking, that I seemed to be in a more relaxed place. “Good,” I murmured. “Does that mean the warmup is over?”
Oh yeah. The warmup was over.
The last half-hour was silent, save for my moans into the bedspread and the cracking of hand and implement upon flesh. I was out of my head at last.
And then he had to go. I tried to get up and my legs didn’t want to hold me; the bones and muscles had dissolved into butter. I had to remove my shoes, because I feared I’d fall on my face.
He asked me if I take naps; I said yes. “This might be a good time to take one,” he suggested.
Perhaps. But there was another matter that needed urgent attention, first. (blushing)
Bizarre things, emotions. I’ve been so tightly wound all week. As I released, I laughed and hollered and then, quite unexpectedly, I started bawling. The good kind, though. I felt the tension shoot from me, riding the waves of pleasure. Crazy. How does one laugh and cry at the same time? The juxtaposition of pain and joy never ceases to amaze me.
I will see him again a week from Saturday, when I shoot for Spanking Court. I still don’t know what my crime is. It seems that Cali has something diabolical up her sleeve and won’t tell me until it’s all in place. I have no clue what it is, but I know that The Villain will be the disciplinarian.
He said it won’t matter what the crime is or what the court says. Because once he has me strapped to that bench, it’s between him and me. And he is keeping a scorecard on me, all the way until next Saturday. He would not tell me what’s on it.
Villain — your lovely Dana referred to you as a “boy scout” in her recent comment here. I think you just earned another merit badge, darlin’.
Oh… and if you’re not sick to death of me yet, Todd and Suzy of American Spanking Society have posted an interview with yours truly. It was a lot of fun to fill out my answers to their questions, as many of them were quite original and individually tailored to me. Thanks for asking me, guys!
All right. I think I’m ready for that nap now…