It’s late Monday night! And you know what that means…
Yeah, tomorrow’s Tuesday. ‘Night, y’all.
(OK, I’m kidding. I’m kidding!) 😀 Sorry. It’s been that kind of night. I can’t stop giggling and being silly.
Yes, tonight was all about fun and games, after last week’s intensity. Hard spanking too, of course. Right from the start, thanks to my big mouth. I have been feeling a bit edgy and impatient — I feel like I spend half my life waiting for things and wanting them NOW, and it puts me out of sorts at times.
When he first arrived, I went into the kitchen to pour him a glass of water, and he followed me in, plucking things out of the dish drainer and swatting me with them. First a wooden spoon, then a regular tablespoon. When he picked up a saucepan, I told him to get away from me, but he thumped me with it anyway. “Is that teaching you anything?” he teased.
“Yeah, it’s teaching me that you’re an idiot,” I snapped. Oops. Not too bright of me, I guess. He yanked me over to the ottoman and pushed me down onto it. “Ten with this,” he said, snatching up a thick leather slapper.
“I’m not warmed up!” I protested.
“You should have thought of that before you called me an idiot.”
Ugh. All right, guess I had that coming.
“OK, time for your warmup!” he said cheerfully, pulling me up and over to the couch, and across his lap. He was soon to discover that I had a brand-new thong on, which he liked. “I suppose you think that because these are so cute and they allow so much exposure, I’m just going to leave them up, don’t you?”
“I know better than that,” I answered. This man lives to remove panties. He even likes to pull them back up so he can yank them down again.
You can’t really see them in this picture, but trust me, they’re still up:
Not for long, though. After a nice long hand spanking and some smaller implements (both leather and wood), he sat me up, pulled me up into his arms and carried me to the ottoman once again, depositing me there. (Freaking Neanderthal! What’s up with the manhandling, huh?)
Some different sensations followed — his deerskin flogger and then (I think?) a quirt. Impact first, then biting sting. He’d mix things up, changing tempo and intensity; one second he’d be lightly flogging my upper back, then he’d bring it down with a mighty THWACK on my butt.
By the time we got to the paddle finale, I was quite incoherent.
“Still feeling frustrated?” he murmured, stroking my hair. I shook my head. “Think you’ll be a little more patient now?” Uh huhhhhhhh…
Our first scene is always more intense. But we’re both insatiable, and thus we’ve fallen into a groove of taking a break, sitting and talking, relaxing, and then playing again. Tonight, during Scene Two, I don’t know what got into me, but I could not stop giggling and laughing. No matter what. Thank goodness he has a sense of humor and doesn’t get bent out of shape about laughter during spanking. But he still let me have it regardless.
I wanted to stop laughing! I really did! He kept escalating the swats, trying to get me to shut up, and after one particularly hard flurry, I blurted, “That was just mean!”
“That’s me, mean,” he shot back. “I’m full of meanness.”
“That’s not all you’re full of,” I muttered. He heard me. Oh dear. That didn’t help my case at all.
But finally, all good things must come to an end and he had to reluctantly take his leave. At least I managed to stop laughing.
Oh, and my nice new thong? It was part of a set. Just had to get a picture of that, didn’t we?
I forgot to cut out the tag, dammit. Hey, men? When you’re taking a lingerie shot, don’cha notice when a tag is sticking out?
Pleasantly sore, relaxed and happy, I bid you all good night.
NG, as always, thank you, sweetie. 🙂