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Last night, I made a conscious decision to change things, or at least add something new, in my relationship with Michael.
As I mentioned, rather than go out last night, I decided to cook for Michael. His favorite dish that I make is beef stroganoff (even though I don’t eat much beef, I still love to cook it for him). I went grocery shopping yesterday afternoon and also stopped at my favorite lingerie boutique and bought a couple of things for later in the evening that I thought Michael would like.
I showered and dressed in black leggings and a long sweater. While I was still finishing up dinner, Michael came in the door, totting a bottle of wine (I do not drink wine so this kinda made me think things weren’t going to end well). Anyway, he came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the neck. I told him dinner would be a few more minutes and for him to sit in the living room and relax. He said he would pour us a glass of wine and turned to get some wine glasses. When he did, he smacked me lightly on the bottom. I could not help but think that this was the first positive sign of the evening.
He asked if there was anything he could help with so I asked him to get the salad out of the refrigerator and finish setting the table and thanked him for his help.
We sat down to eat. He poured another glass of wine for each of us (I had poured my first one down the sink when he wasn’t looking). I asked him if he was trying to get me drunk so he could have his way with me. We both laughed because we know it doesn’t take wine for that to happen.
After dinner, he helped me clean off the table (as always) and I told him to find us a movie on Netflix while I load the dishwasher.
I finally finished in the kitchen and went to the living room. I sat next to Michael on the couch. He said he had chosen Deception because he knows I’m a big Liam Neesen fan (second positive thing of the night).
I have a tendency to fall asleep when we watch movies at home but I was determined not to tonight so I told Michael to pinch me if he finds I’m falling asleep. He said he would be happy to and asked where he should pinch me. I told him to pick the spot himself. As I always do, I positioned myself on my side with my head on a pillow on his lap.
The movie was good. He paused it a couple of times to sit me up and kiss me. After the second kiss, he pulled me onto his lap and told me that if I wanted to put my head on his shoulder and go to sleep, that was all right. He said he would carry me to bed.
I figured there would never be a better time than this to tell him I wanted to talk about the night before. He nodded his head. I told him this was going to be difficult for me and to please not interrupt until I had finished. He agreed so I proceeded to tell him about my life-long desire to be spanked. Just admitting this to him was cathartic but I wanted to get back to the night before. He turned my face to his and looked in my eyes and nodded for me to continue.
I told him that I know I probably scared him when I was so aggressive. He shook his head yes and said “somewhat”. I asked him why he would not spank me, even though I asked, almost begged, him to do it. As he said on my birthday, he repeated that he had never hit a woman in his life (shades of my late husband). I told him that there was a difference between a spanking and hitting a woman. I asked him if something from his childhood perhaps was keeping him from doing what I so desperately want (perhaps his father abused his mother?). He said he had a fairly normal childhood (he was born and raised in Ireland but went to University in England) and that there was no domestic abuse in his home, to the best of his knowledge.
He then asked if my late husband had spanked me and I told him no and for the same reasons he was giving me. He was quiet for what seemed like an eternity and then asked if any of my boyfriends before I married had spanked me. I told him that a couple had threatened and one had smacked my bottom a couple of times but that was it. He knows I was not spanked as a child and asked if I felt like I had not been properly punished for things I did as a child or teen. I told him I thought that I just wanted the closeness of an OTK spanking (I didn’t use abbreviations as I’m just getting used to them myself) and the feel of a strong hand on my bare bottom as either foreplay or a punishment for something I had done.
I then admitted that I had started watching spanking videos. He said “You mean like porn”? No, not porn, just spankings. I asked him if he wanted to watch one or two to see what I mean. He hesitated but said if that would help, sure.
We shut off the television (Liam can wait until Michael goes home) and fired up the laptop. I logged into ST and just clicked on a couple of my favorite videos. I asked him to watch and I would try to answer any questions he might have after we watched the videos.
Long story short (okay, so not really), that did nothing to change his mind. I told him I was willing to be patient if he thought we could progress to a spanking soon but that, no matter how much I love being with him (we have the same tastes in theatre, music, art, etc.), I was going to find someone to fulfill my fantasy, but that I hoped he would be that person. He asked me to give him a little time; that he did not want me to seek the services of a stranger. I told him I would give him a reasonable period of time but to not wait too long. I told him I would not ask him again.
He asked if I wanted to finish the movie or just go on to bed. I chose bed, with the hope that once he got a look at what I had bought, he might react the way I hoped he would.
No spankings last night but he did show his appreciate of the lingerie. Baby steps, I guess.
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(I owe the idea for this to Fitch. See the comments in his blog below.)
Let me write a poem of spanking, Love,
Upon your soft and sweet behind;
Let swats rain down, from above,
And to your fate, be now resigned.
Let each stroke, then, be a word
In a sharp, incisive verse.
May every syllable, now, be heard,
And let your cries come unrehearsed.
With every stanza, feel the beat;
Your cries of pain will be the prism
Through which I see the rising heat
Of my poetic, spanking rhythm.
I’ll lay some phrases with a cane,
Some cruel and harsh, but treasured lines,
Which, for days, will remain—
Clear and red, cross-hatched designs.
Yes, like a poet, I will nourish
Your tender, sweet, submissive soul.
Just let me spank you with a flourish—
Be edified by my control.
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I was able to run outside two days in a row!!! I up and out the door with it being in the teens. I did not bring extra gloves. It is warmer out I did not need to wear two pair of pants or four layers of shirts why would i think to wear another pair of gloves? My long run is the a short one, YES! only 90 minutes. I can do this I will get 7 - 8 miles in and I will know I am on target. 60 minutes in my fingers are really cold? Really, really cold! shake them out keep them moving. needless to say I came home and was done with 75 minutes and only 6.5 miles done. I am glad I did, even with my "special" gloves on if I would have gone the last 15 minutes I would have had frostbitten fingers. I am learning, and I know some of you are rolling your eyes at me but, I am the "type" that if it says run 90 I need to run 90 or I did not finish. But I am learning that sometimes you just need to stop and say, "I did what I could today." I
I have been able to get a grip on my PCOS and I have learned to live with the pain of scoliosis, herniated discs, and arthritis is my back. I have decided that I need to DO not sit around and wonder if I can.
That might be the reason why my goals are set so high. If I do not do it know and check it off my list I might never get the chance.
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"Thank god," he said, "it's Friday. Bring some beer or I'll be mad."
I asked if I could bring Big Jack along.
"As long as he's been naughty, bring the devil and his dad.
I'll counsel him on telling right from wrong."
Big Jack had waited all his life. The paddle made him scream.
But every hellish lick was the fulfillment of a dream.
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I wish I would stop watching spanking videos and start studying for my stupid economics exam...
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Okay, something really cool happened last night and I just have to share. :) It's been really cold here the last few days, and last night was somewhere around -10. So we were snuggled on the couch watching movies, under three blankets.
At some point, we decided to move closer and rearrange the blankets better so that we were huddled together under all three neatly layered for optimal warmth.
Now two of them were quilts, but one's a fleece blanket that loves to build static and give you little shocks wherever you are foolish enough to touch it.
So as we start to pull and rearrange these three blankets, they immediately build up some goooooood static . You could hear the electricity popping in the air, and somehow, his foot, which was curled beneath my left butt cheek, carried a good portion of those little shocks right to the center of my left butt cheek. Somehow, it traveled through the blankets to him mainly, and then to the end of his big toe, which was firmly planted under my buttock, shocking said butt repeatedly. I did have on micro-fleece leggings that are super warm and comfy but they themselves create a lot of static and probably attracted the electricity.
I have to say it was one of the best body experiences I've ever had. The shocks weren't painful, they were tingly, slightly pinch-y/prickly, zing-y, almost too intense but then the tingles started spreading through my low abdomen and up my spine and I was loving the intensity.
Strange yips and other nearly unidentifiable sounds were spilling from my mouth as I squirmed and squealed as the little shocks kept coming.
I finally managed to squeal out, "You're shocking me, the static!"
So being the wonderful gentleman that he is, he started moving his hands across the fleece with faster and faster friction, increasing the static charge and the little sparks coming from his toe and my yelping and laughing and the fiery excitement pulsing through my body.
It was thrilling. I wanted to jump with every new shock, but I kept myself planted against his toe, knowing I needed to maintain the connection or the fresh new fun, the really, very nice sensation, would stop.
It was like getting a very small spanking. Small, but bringing the intensity that I crave. I could feel it very deep and the sting flared like repeated swats to one spot. It gave me the same-feeling, wonderful dichotomy of wanting to jump away and also wanting to stay perfectly still and see how deep the flare can go, because the deeper it goes, the deeper the pleasure aches and surges, sending tendrils of liquid relaxation throughout my body. The sparks were pure energy to my body and soul.
It was one of those moments that's just so much fun to be in this body, I consciously sank deep into my body and into the moment, relishing every single rush and tingle, every throb and ache, every wave of pleasure. Heaven is in moments like these.Wishing everyone, everywhere ~Bliss~
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I love a good booty rub.... I don't know why but I do. I feel so good and relaxing. A good otk spanking is one that has lotion applied booty rub. I know it sounds weird but after being spanked and ass is on fire. that lotion is the cooling agent that makes it feels all better. Even thou you know that it will only last for a few seconds before the soreness set in. I could go for a good booty rub right now without the a spanking then to be given a good emotional release spanking. That sounds real nice right now.
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I failed miserably at beginning my spanking life with a birthday spanking so I looked back at what went wrong when I basically threw myself at my manfriend (at my age, I thought that sounded better than boyfriend, but I think I'm wrong) and he rejected any ideas of spanking me. Perhaps, I should have taken a little more time explaining my decades-long desire to be spanked. Instead, I went full steam ahead without the desired result.
Last night, we again went out to dinner. During dinner, the couple at the table behind us was discussing the Fifty Shades movie. Michael turned to me and asked if I had seen the movie yet. I told him I had not and asked if he wanted to go. He paused for a moment and said "Is this what it was all about"? I didn't get a chance to respond before he said, "You asking me to spank you last night". I told him my request had nothing to do with the movie. "Oh" was his response and the rest of dinner was spent with small talk.
The drive back to my house was pretty quiet too and I half expected him to walk me to the door and go home but he came inside. I made coffee and we sat on the couch to watch the 10:00 news. He was a little uncomfortable, I could tell. I guess he was half-expecting me to fling myself at him again. I finally said that I had a headache, which was the truth, and oerhaps we'd better call it a night. He stood up, pulled me to my feet, kissed me goodnight and walked to the door. He turned around and said "Perhaos we can revisit your request tomorrow night". Well, I jumped at that and told him I'd cook dinner and we could just plan on staying in.
Wish me luck.
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Well not entirely...
She went to visit her parents for what was going to be 1 day and ended up staying 2 days so she didn't get home until mid day on Friday.
Now, she did call and express her concern about the SHED... (not sure how sincere it was or if her bottom was just twitchin ;) but she asked for a 'few days' more. I said NO.
I said we'll see when you get home if there is any extension and so I have extended it to be at the END of the day on Saturday, which is today.
She is still sleeping right now and I know she'll have every excuse (too tired, too achey, too something) to not get started but no reason will be accepted and whatever status the SHED is in (and I will take a picture of it to share at the end of the day), is the condition her bottom will be in if it's not done!
Due to a LONG discussion and working out a more mutually agreeable solution. There has been modifications to allow Crimson to smoke but with a number of limitations and restrictions for the month of March while she gets her mindset prepared for quitting.
She has received an Attitude Adjustment spanking and scolding to reinforce the fact that she is still held accountable for each and every limit and restriction violation and it will not be pleasant in the least if she breaks one of our agreed rules.
She has also been reassured (during the same spanking) that quitting IS still going to happen, we will just see how she's doing by the end of March to see whether a pacing plan (20, 15, 10, etc...) or a Cold Turkey plan, will be the route we will take.
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As many of you know, I am sole carer for my ailing wife 24/7 - But here in the UK, there is provision for carers to have time off, whilst (In my case) my wife is taken for 2 weeks into a care home (She is very happy about this!) Free of all charges!
So, some time in mud-March, I will be free to indulge my interest in Spanking - both receiving and giving!
So if there are any ladies in the UK mainland, who would like to join me in a little fun (Sorry, I ONLY "Play" with females, and NEVER relate that to sex) - Please let me know (If we are not already friends, we can always CHANGE THAT! He He!)
Sorry, but I can't afford to travel overseas! but hope I will get SOME who take me up on my offer?????
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i just recently was laid off my job but we are playing it as i lost my job
my ex wife has already said i am gonna get a very hard spanking for it
so hopefully will have a new video before i get a new job
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Well I will be getting a good spanking tonight and tomorrow really looking forward to them hoping to have a lovely bruised bottom
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I just thought i d ask if people actualy bought from any who put clips up or sold items advertised here do speak up
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Today I am going to have my first session with Matt. He is my new local mentor. I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous because I don't exactly know what to expect from him besides the obvious, a sore bottom. I trust him wholeheartedly so my nervousness is not about him. It is more about the unknown of how and with what and for how long. I also worry whether he will be able to push it to get through to me. I hope so, I really want to improve. Hope everyone has a great weekend! Huggies and cuddles!
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The wife and I are still trying to figure out what all the hype is about. She read the book and didn't really think alot of the writing. Saw the movie and we were like meh. The only thing I can take from this is it's this decades 9 and 1/2 weeks. It seems there has always been a movie every few years that talks about what we do. The most three recent mainstream films I can recall is Exit to Eden, Secretary and the above mentioned. What made the books so hot that people couldn't put them down? Is society more accepting of kink than it was when Story of O was written and made into films? I think this may be it. As a veteran I remember reading about how the late Ed Lee (NuWest aka The Godfather of Spanking IMO) told tales of getting threatening letters from the government while trying to keep NuWest/Leda running, to where a novelist such as Anne Rice wrote a series of spanking novels under the name Anne Rampling (The Beauty Series). Maybe it can be looked upon as a victory for what past kinksters pushed for, mainstream. I just hope that people don't see the movie and just go jumping into this with no idea of what they're doing and knowing you can hurt someone. Let me get back on point, what do you think gives Fifty Shades so much hype?
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She stares intently through the window of the coffee house. Her eyes nervously glance to and from the little red door across the road. Number 77, Salisbury Road. Bright red. Brass knocker and handle. Three steps up from the pavement. Not two. Not four. Three.
She traces the outline of her tea cup. A coffee girl by habit; double macchiato, maybe a cappuccino, but her beating heart and clammy palms had convinced her calm was good. There was already way more adrenalin thumping around this Tuesday evening than she was used to. A bored man in a grey suit briefly blocks her view of the door, and then it reappears. Bright red behind the dull street, the monochrome cars, the colourless commuter-belt terraced houses.
Her heart hop-skips. Did she see the curtain twitch in the little bay window? That’s him. Waiting for her. She glances down at her polished girlish shoes, and for an agonising second cannot look up. When at last she tears her gaze back to the window, there is no discernible sign of life, and she is suddenly aware of a cold disappointment quite out of proportion to the moment. She takes a breath and scolds herself inwardly for being childishly melodramatic.
Eight weeks. That is how long they had been chatting on line. Eight weeks of laughing out loud at the cleverness and wit of a person she had never met. Eight weeks of the highs and lows of opening her laptop to find if he had messaged her. Eight weeks of discovering fantasies she never knew were hers, of being shocked at her own sexuality, of daydreaming and drifting at her desk, of waking up in the middle of the night to find herself masturbating like a frustrated teenager, of shuddering orgasms that left her giddy, soaked, and shaking. Eight weeks.
It was she who had suggested they meet. She who had said she needed to know how it felt for real. The spankings, the slipperings, the canings that had been ever-present plot lines to their increasingly erotic correspondences had taken on a life of their own. They needed to take flight, to breathe their own breath, to take form.
“I want you to spank me like your naughty little school girl. I need to be over your knee. I need you to spank me over my panties, then pull them down, and spank my bare bottom with your slipper. And when you have me begging to be let off , pleading for mercy,then I want you to strip me naked and cane my bum until I can’t sit down. And then, Sir, I’m going to thank you the way a naughty girl should”.
The words were out, sent, flying through cyberland before she knew she had typed them. For what seemed like an hour she had stared at the screen, wondering if she had really just done what she thought she had done. Maybe she dreamt it. Maybe this was another of her 3AM half-asleep wet dreams. Maybe she’d wake up soon. Maybe.
Tuesday. 7PM, my house. 77 Salisbury Road. You can’t miss it, red door, three steps up from the pavement. I would advise you be on time.
She blinks. The bright red door, or the Tube home? A life-long fantasy, or just another Tuesday. The Red Pill, or the Blue. Without another thought, she rises, and heads for the door.
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Good Morning Folks,
Today I wanted to start a discussion regarding any special implements that would be considered the crowning piece of your collection. Not just favorite to use or have used on you, or not just the one that is the heaviest, but a implement that is unique, rare, or has a certain sentimental quality to it.
Example A. Nu-West founder Ed Lee frequently used what he called an "Australian dog whip" in many of his productions, 3 Whipped Women being the best example. Before his passing Ed had a monthly newsletter, and in one of them he told the tale of purchasing three of these whips from a Aboriginal tribe in rural Australia. Two of these were lost or irreparably damaged, so the third was "guarded with my life" as he put it. Of course this was due to the fact the last one couldn't be replaced.
My example is somewhat similar, although not as exotic. Back in 1994 I went to an old school "adult bookstore" or creep magnet, to see if any spanking videos caught my interest. This dump also had a small selection of overpriced bondage gear. When I approached the fetish area I noticed this box in the corner with a bunch of bamboo sticks.
Walked over to take a look and turns out they were judicial canes imported from Singapore. There were stamps on all of the canes proclaiming "Made in Singapore" and the box appeared to have international shipping labels still stuck to it. Upon closer examination these were not hallow bamboo sticks for home decoration. These are much longer and heavier than English school canes.
Being that I was only 21 I didn't have much money to spend on this kind of stuff, but if memory serves me correctly they were around 20 USD. So I grabbed one for the hell of it.
My girlfriend at the time (Mara from a previous blog entry) could take an insane amount of spanking and loved every second of it. But with the Michael Fay caning case in Singapore being all over the news, along with descriptions of that caning, she was very apprehensive to try it. The first few times we treaded lightly and after a period of time built up she was able to take close to or over 100 strokes.
Before I ever used it on Mara I practiced swinging it on pillows because due to the size and weight the Singapore cane is much harder to control than the UK variety. Having practiced more than one style of martial arts that involves weapons I always had to keep it in the back of my mind that it didn't take much for me to deal an effective cane stroke.
Of course these were not ever, in any way, full fledged swings to cause deep purple bruising or draw blood. Personally, all of the severe stuff makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit and if someone reading this does enjoy making a woman bleed from the ass then get your frickin head examined. Seriously, WTF is wrong with you?
This thing also made a fun conversation piece. A kickboxing training partner of mine wanted me to get them one to add to their collection of martial arts memorabilia. When I went back to the scumpit bookstore I bought the last two they had. One for my sparring partner and one for my own back up.
Few years later a really sexy Dominatrix friend of mine asked to borrow one. She did have a submissive side due to being in control too much of the time. So made her a deal, I would borrow it to her but only if I can use it on her first, bent over her spanking bench.
Again, she asked to start off light and build up, not just start flailing away like some idiots would do. She became quite fond of it being used on her as well. Then a couple months later, supposedly the cane broke. Thankfully she let me give her a dose of her college paddle on the bare as method of repayment. Although to this day I suspect she still has it in her collection.
So now I am down to one of them. Glad I bought the second one because I never came across another. Over the past 20 years that I have owned this I have only used it on four women. Two loved the way I applied it, one was so-so and one girl took a single stroke and said forget it. These days the Singapore cane occupies a place near a European broadsword. While I may not use it very often, if ever, it is cool to see and know that it is a rare piece.
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I was so very excited to wake on Tuesday to high 20's outside. A HEAT WAVE! I got dressed and was happy to run. Outside sunshine it was a GREAT DAY! Then Wednesday arrived with temps bellow 0 again. Ran on a darn treadmill inside and did a cardio workout inside. And now today is another frigged day. 11 weeks is all I have left. In my mind I will not get there. Do I just drop to the half marathon and know I can run it or do I just fight throw my fears and finish what I started? I am not one to quit something after I have already started. I am just worried I will not be able to complete this so early in the year. I guess I hope for nice weather for the weekend and go out for my long training and push myself to see how far I can go at the moment. I know I have done all I can up to this point and I have not let BackonTrack down or myself down for that matter. I just am questioning if this was a goal set to high?
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He whipped her with a birch from time to time as was the custom in those days. Sometimes it was richly deserved. Sometimes she provoked him. Whatever the cause, he whipped her well and left her sobbing. She always cried and was enraged by the humiliation. Or, was she? There was something else simmering just below the surface. The birch left her strangely aroused, oftentimes more than their lovemaking. It excited her when he threw her skirts and petticoats over her head and ripped at her pantalets to expose her fair bottom. Her helplessness against his strength aroused her. Even the pain, though sometimes exquisite, could be titillating. As a young girl, she'd heard the older women talk of, "The Kiss of the Lady." Now she knew. There was a sweet excitement to the sting.
She knew it affected him, too. He ran from it, though, always throwing down the birch and riding off, leaving his own anger and excitement unfulfilled. She had made the pleasure/pain connection long ago but he had not. He loved her dearly and remained confused, even disturbed that punishing her aroused him so. She yearned for him to caress and touch her after he whipped her but he was always gone, gone without a word. She was tired of the dance and could wait no longer. It was time she showed him why lust, rage and affection swirled around each blow of the birch.
She wore a simple cotton dress that day and asked cook to prepare them a picnic lunch. She had to get him alone and away from the cares of the estate. Most of all, she needed privacy. She led Thunder out of the stable and holding the brimming picnic basket, tapped on the window where he was laboring over the books. His smile told her she had planned well. He was happy to see her and even happier to step away from his work.
They rode Thunder together out to a sunny spot in the fields. It was near a stream and far away from the main house. She found a nice spot to lay down the tablecloth and unpack their lunch. He opened the wine. They quickly eased into each other's company as they ate cheese and fruit, and the chicken cook had roasted for them. She could see how relaxed he was when she finally laid her head in his lap. They talked on and on about hopes and dreams and all the things young people do. She challenged him with riddles. He regaled her with tales of his forefathers. They laughed so easily. It was like those early days not so long ago when a viscount and a kitchen maid fell in love.
"I brought something for us to play with," she said.
He thought at first she meant backgammon or shuttlecock but he saw the mischief in her eyes.
"What are you up to?"
She reached into the picnic basket and brought out his birch, that fearsome bundle of twigs he wielded from time to time. Seeing his puzzlement, she caressed it against her face.
"We can use this for love as well as war, did you know that?"
Still he resisted her logic so she moved closer.
"You've never heard of, 'The Kiss of he Lady'?"
Of course, he'd heard and he knew. At some level he's always known. If he were honest, even the sight of the birch excited him, but he pushed those thoughts away. It always frightened and confused him that he enjoyed taking the birch to her. He was even a bit ashamed at how much he relished giving her a good birching when she provoked him.
"I want to show you how you excite me," she said. "Bring the saddle here so I can lie across it."
He was taken aback at first by her candor and boldness but moved quickly to get the saddle as she started unbuttoning her dress. She was wearing only her camisole and pantalets when he returned and had tied her hair up with a ribbon. She was beautiful standing there in the dappled sunlight. She handed him the birch and he needed no further hints or encouragement. He knew what she expected. He took the birch and pointed to the saddle.
"Please, Sir, " she said softly, "I will do better."
"Yes, you will," he said pointing again to the saddle and warming to her game. "I am about to teach you a very painful lesson" he said as her eyes sparkled.
She lowered her eyes and put herself across the saddle. He knows! Finally, he's made the connection! As the saddle raised her hips, her pantalets opened to exposed her beautiful, rounded bottom. He was stunned at her posture and equally stunned at his response. There it was, finally out in the open. Whipping her aroused him. He walked around and knelt at her head. He pushed a curl off her face and touched a finger to her cheek.
"You are so lovely, my beautiful, beautiful Rose."
He was going to say more but she interrupted with a low whisper, "Please, sir?"
He put the birch down and pulled her camisole off over her head. He traced the birch over her neck and shoulders and watched her shiver and stretch out her arms and legs until she was one long arch over the saddle. He moved the birch back and forth across the small of her back. She groaned and pushed herself forward so her bottom rose even higher. He was mesmerized, fascinated by her response to a gentle sweep across her back.
He moved around to her feet, his eyes never leaving her. He was experimenting now, exploring and watching her response. He lightly touched the inside of her thighs and her legs moved apart. He dabbed it over her buttocks and she raised her bottom as if to meet her lover. He never realized how sensual she was or perhaps he never took the time. Finally, he understood that the birch could be both an erotic toy and an instrument of pain and ecstasy. He realized at last that his dominance over her excited them both.
For her part, she was lost in a cloud of caresses: his hands, the warmth of the sun, the soft breeze across her bottom and the teasing touch of the birch. Even the feel and smell of the leather saddle added to her excitement. She loved that she was helpless. She loved, too, that he was watching her. Her posture and silence were her gifts to him. She both feared and craved the punishment that he'd bring to her. Yet, she was hungry for it. She needed it and she needed it from him.
"Please, Sir," she said again.
"You must be punished! You understand that," he said more harshly than he had intended.
Watching her had transformed him as she knew it would. She had found a way. At his harsh words, she remained silent and turned her face down in full submission. He wanted to punish her now. He wanted to hear her cry out and suck in her breath. He moved the birch from hand to hand in anticipation. Her bottom was so beautifully round and inviting, framed as it was in white cotton. He whipped the birch through the air and watched her wince. He whipped it through the air again and watched her quiver and push her hips up to him. He was fully erect.
He began to thrash her with the birch, softly at first and then harder. Over and over he watched her writhe and meet the birch. She cried out but he couldn't tell, pain or passion? Or, both? She grabbed the tablecloth in her fists and sometimes even braced herself on her knees to boost herself higher. Her bottom was crimson now and showing the marks of the birch. The weals excited him as much as her cries. He lowered himself to lean on one knee. He held her down and whipped the birch across her buttocks again and again. She was sobbing as his strokes grew harder and her legs began to shiver and kick. Still, she never pleaded or asked him to stop. They were out in the fields, alone, and their excitement was in perfect sync. He was shocked at his passion as well as her's. She was screaming now as he clenched his teeth. They'd built themselves to a crescendo that couldn't be sustained. He fell on top of her, his face in her hair,
"I must take you, Rose. I want you." He was hoarse and rasped the words.
"Yes!" she wailed and pushed up as hard as she could.
And, so he did. He had whipped her and taken her, out in the fields on a beautiful summer afternoon. She lay spent and sobbing over a saddle. He collapsed over her, physically and emotionally drained. Only the loyal Thunder saw them as he munched on the nearby tender grasses.
© 2015 RosyPickwicket
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Thinking of doing a spanking marathon for 1 hour none stop if my bottom can take it
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