I think Sir has it in his mind
to retrain my thoughts of the hairbrush.
Prior to this past week,
the hairbrush was just plain
No, let me refrain that...
But, after this week,
I may just LOVE it!
This past week,
he has laid me over the edge of the bed,
my torso flat on the bed,
my hands stretched out above my head
and sat beside me,
putting one hand over my waist
and holding me to his side,
then patting my ass
with the brush.
He starts off so soft and gentle
and I am so comfortable and secure
pressed up against his side.
Once I'm well warmed up,
and he quickly increases the
strength of each blow
until I am ouching
and squirming as much as I can.
My breathing increases
I'm arching my back into each blow
It's stinging but I can literally begin to
feel the endorphins flow through my body
The sting turns into a warm feeling
and I can feel tingling throughout my body
like electricity is flowing through me
in all the best ways.
But he keeps increasing the strength of each blow.
I know I'm in trouble when he tucks me in.
yet, here's the thing.
Tucking me in is the best feeling in the world,
I'm secure, I'm controlled, I'm at his mercy,
but at the same time, I know he tucks me in
because it's going to be more severe.
True to form,
I am tucked secure to his side,
tight, safe, unable to move
He starts spanking me
firm, stinging, ouch,
with that brush
but with the amazing warm up,
with the safety and security of being
tucked in tight,
it feels amazing.
it feels painful.
It feels beautiful.
it feels tingly.
it feels hot.
it feels right.