Spring Beating (Part 2)

(continued from Part 1)

I have had a wonderful spanking with bamboo and Sir's belt.  I am .... panting and content and feeling floaty lovely.

He stops with the bamboo and begins with the crop.  He's hitting my ass and my thighs.  It's strategic, and definitely impactful :)  

He continues with the same pattern as before.  He does a series of softer strikes and then a series of harder, with increasing intensity. I love the crop.  


He switches back to the bamboo...my rubbing...my soothing.  He completes a set of bamboo and quickly switches back to the crop.  Only this time he starts out fairly hard and increases to REALLY FUCKING HARD.  I can hear it move through the air before it hits.  I can hear the music of the crop, them melody of the crop.  

I'm sure he's making marks intentionally.  When he's done, I'm rolling from side to side trying desperately to stay on my stomach and not flip over.  It's so intense a sting.  

"Breath, fiona.  I'm going to give you a break and then when you're ready, turn over."

HOLY SHIT, when I'm ready for what?  I had a thrill run through me.  I was excited, terrified, nervous, strung out, exhausted, exhilarated, still hyperventilating...OMG.

I have absolutely NO concept as to how much time passed before I awkwardly turned over.   My head was swimming and I was less than graceful.  Nothing sexier than an ungraceful sub, huh?  Oh well.

He lets me lay on my back for a bit and then he begins to position me.  He tells me to put my hands on the rungs of the foot board.  He opens my legs to they are spread eagled.  He rubs the crop all over my body, over my thighs, over my pussy, over my belly, up my ribs, around my nipples.  

It's hot.  I'm so turned on ... ok, well that's a serious understatement.  He raises goose bumps all over my body.   

He's not really cropped the front half of my body before.  He's flogged and spanked, but not cropped.  He starts slow.  I don't know if he's apprehensive and investigating how I react, or if he can sense my apprehension.  I don't know and I don't care, I'm grateful for his slow start.  

He strikes my thighs and strikes my mons.  He's starting with another pattern but it's so intense I can't identify it.  I'm a numbers sub, so my brain is pretty fucking shorted if I can't identify a pattern.  

He then rubs the crop over my nipples and I wonder if he's really going to hit them with a crop.  I'm torn...between desperate desire for him to crop them and terror that he actually will.  

His first strike comes and I take my hands down for just a second...enough to grab the pillow and cover my face.  He crops and once again increases intensity. I scream.  My nipple is so hard and so sensitive and so, oh delicious. Instead of his hand which covers my tits when he slaps them, it's strategic strikes.  He's hitting my all over my breast and then targets my nipple.  

It's, I'm, it's, it feels, I'm just, Ahhhhhhhhh.  There's fire and pleasure and sting, and my pussy is clenching and I'm screaming and I, oh my, and I, and.....

Spring Beating (Part 1)

Sir and I were nestled in the living room watching a show on TV.  
Sir is sitting in his chair and he has an earpiece in one ear and is watching something on his iPad.  
I watched him for a bit and then asked what he was doing.... 
to which he quickly, unabashedly replies that "watching porn, looking for a video to have you watch later."

Oh, wow...that means he'll be in the mood to play.  Oh, WOW.  
It's not early, I wonder what he has in mind.  
I wonder what kind of porn he's surfing.  What he's watching...  

I'm nervous and excited.  I decide to go fold the clothes upstairs as soon as our show is over.  Sir has a few things to finish up before he can come upstairs.

*   *   *   *   *   *

When Sir comes in the room, he says, "I didn't find anything worth making you watch."  Then comes right up behind me and whispers in my ear, "But I did get lots of ideas of new ways  to spank you, fiona."

I freeze...he's taken my breath away.  

"Hurry up and finish folding the clothes, fiona.  Then, bring me the crop, the belt on the floor of the closet, and the bamboo."

I finish at a frantic pace.  I am so ready.  I am so eager.  Oh I have needed an orgasm for two days.  We had both tried to get me to orgasm for about two days and I am horny and ready and want, desperately want, a good, long spanking.  

I put the clothes away and get his implements.  After presenting them to him he tells me, "get all..." *hand waving at me* "off and get over here"

With lightening speed, I remove my clothing and dispatch them in the hampers.  I quickly climb up on the bed and he instructs me to take a pillow and lay with my head at the foot of the bed.  He repositions me ... just so.  

My spanking comenses.  

He starts with the bamboo...
   He strikes ten soft then 
        increasing intensity so that by the end of the next ten, it's HARD.
   He switches back to ten soft and then repeats the increasing intensity.

He warms me up so nicely with this repetition. 

He finishes a soft set on the bamboo and I'm almost gleeful when I feel the first lick of of his belt.  

Oh, he hasn't used his belt in too long.  It is solid, when he strikes.  It's definitive.  It's strength and submission wrapped into one lash.  

I didn't count, but once again the, but once again he varied his lash.  He struck three soft and one hard and rested a moment for me to catch my breath.  He repeated this pattern and I was panting, moaning on the fourth lash, raising back up for another after I quieted a bit.

He increases to the point that I'm barely able to take the hardest lash.  When it's just about too much, he switches back to the bamboo.  He seems to be using the bamboo as his rubbing.  He's soothing with the softer bamboo strikes.  

Oh, I'm so loving his beating.  My ass is glowing, I'm sure...but it's a glow of beauty, of contentment, of submission. 

.....more to cum come...

Oh, A Spanking O!!!!!

So, tonight I was tired...physically and emotionally.  Raising kids is exhausting sometimes!  I was kind of being "cheeky" is how Sir puts it...I call it being cantankerous or dare I say, a pain in the ass.

He'd finally had enough.  He grabs me, hugs me, kisses me thoroughly,  then smacks my face.  As I'm trying to rearrange my, now scrambled, whits he says, "Go upstairs, take all of your clothes off, and get the cane and bamboo."

The moment I have my clothes off -like literally, I still have the item of clothing in my hand- I'm spanked. Standing up, with his hand.  He's spanking Hard, no warm up, no preamble, no placement of my body, no nothin'...'cept the thwacking of a lifetime.

He spanks me for probably two or three minutes standing - then takes my hair and lovingly places me over the bed.

He continues his spanking.  This wasn't an erotic spanking, it was a "what the fuck" spanking.  Got It!!  Point Made!  PROMISE!!

After my heal flies up off the ground a couple of times, he pulls me up, rubs my scorching hot sore ass, then pulls my chin up, kisses my forehead and points and snaps toward a plastic case.

"Get the cane and bamboo" is what was implied by the point and snap...no words were uttered.

He lays down on the bed and has a finger pointing to a spot next to him.  I lay down on bed and he redirects me to lay with my head at his feet.  He begins with the bamboo.  He THWACKS, hard and I squeeze his leg and foot.  He continues and it hurts.  My bum is already well heated and sensitive and he is holding nothing back.

I know the bamboo is mean to feel good, but damn, when you swing like that...ya, no pleasure.  After my first set, I breathe and consciously relax.  He begins again.  This time softer.  My hand is relaxed, I'm calm, it's feeling good, more sensual, I'm feeling...electrified.  I'm feeling myself floating away.  As I start to soar, my breathing picks up.

Wait.  I'm aware!  I was heading to subspace, why am I so aware, why is my breathing not slowing down.

My breathing is becoming panting. Hh hhu hhu hh. 

I'm breathing. And electricity begins to build. 

My panting begins to turn to moaning. 

Ahhh. Mmmm. Owwww. Ahhh.  Oh.

I'm feeling ... and ... oh ... I'm pulsing. 

HOLY SHIT!  I'm.  I'm.  I'm cumming. Aaahhhhh.

Long Spanked at Long Last

Oh, thank you Sir!  

Spanked At Last...

Long Spanked at Long Last!!!

Hours with his hand, a wooden brush, a cane and the bamboo massage sticks.

He spanked in bursts ending a round just as I was reaching my pain-as-pleasure threshold.  He would spank harder for fewer strokes or softer for more strokes.  I feel the blow and there is a sting and thud at the moment of impact.  I can feel energy surges throughout my body.  It's kind of like the energy from the impact is converted to energy in my nervous system.  I can feel, literally feel surges of energy, tingling of my nerves emanating from the point of the strike outward, moving throughout my body.   The nerve endings in my fingers and toes are tangible.  I am energized, invigorated, excited and so aroused.

He regularly got me to the edge of subspace and let me float back down to our bed, back to him.  After many times of repeating that, he showed me mercy and let me float right up up and away.   I clearly remember the moment it happened. I caught my breath, then my body just relaxed.  I let go.  Soaring into subspace for me is equal parts of his gift of endorphins and my conscious decision  to mentally let myself go.  At the moment I go, my hand that had been gripping him tightly became completely loose and relaxed.  My breathing slowed and became regular and steady.  My consciousness was outside of me.  My thinking changed, time flexed, my mental focus becomes panoramic landscape in dense fog instead of a macro crystal clear portrait. I felt the blows, but the pain wasn't painful, simply there - not gone, but easily bearable.  I was calm, peaceful in the brutality of being struck, I touch tranquility.  It was just what I needed.

At long last, 

I had a long lasting spanking 

Floating away

Soaring straight into subspace.

A Gift of Pain

Wow...this year is starting off with fabulous firsts.  

fondles and BIKSS sent me a fabulous gift from far-far-away.   It came in the mail in this wonderful, protective, non-descript plastic container...black.  When I saw the mail carrier drop it off, I ran - like literally RAN down to get it.  I looked at Sir - who was grinning at me with the I-love-you-my-dear-but-you-are-a-nut smile.  I explained that it was from fondles and quickly took the tube upstairs and opened it.  

I was sooooo excited.  I knew it would include a cane of some sort.  BIKSS asked before I got the tube if I had used a cane before, to which I answered, "no."  I have had a hand, whip, cat-o-nine-tales, spoons, brushes, many fucking phenomenal floggers, including conina's - my favorites,  used on me, but never a cane.  He warned me that with canes you need to start slow.

I saw wrapping paper inside oohh I love presents and tipped it upside down.  Out  fell a cane and a bundle of bamboo.   Wow, the cane is thin and bendy...It looks so petite - innocuous.  I quickly open the two wrapped gifts.  Oh, wow.  It's the proto-spanko and the slapper.  The slapper has a blue daisy "Q" charm on it.  WOW.  It is amazing.  A "Q" - I can't believe they found a "Q"!  I loved them!  I absolutely loved them!

Sir came up a while after and I had all of the gifts laid out on the bed.  He bent me over the bed and said, "mmmm, wow, fiona.  These look like fun."  He rubbed the small of my back while he fondled the new toys, his hand was strong, his fingers spread out.  I loved how it felt.  He picked up the cane and *WHWHWHWHWHAP*.  

!!!!!!! HOLY  SHIT !!!!!!!

Oh, crap, I forgot to tell Q that we had to start slowly.  Crap! Shit! Fuckity Fuck Fuck fuck!  That hurt!!!! I could hear it, slicing the air.  Oh, damn, that hurt!!!  I think my legs lifted three feet off the ground - at the same time!  He quickly changed tacks, didn't stop mind you, just changed how he applied it.  I am secretly grateful that he didn't stop all together. He began to bounce the cane lightly off my ass.  It felt fabulous.  I loved it.  He criss-crossed the welt where he had the really hard strike.  The rhythmic application acted almost as a message on that spot and helped desensitize the welt.  He increased the strength slowly, but not too much. 

 

After a bit, he switched to the proto-spanko.  He said this one was harder for him to spank with, but I enjoyed the feel of the rubber and the thuddiness.  I loved the breadth of the strike, as he had fanned it out.  It felt soothing and blanketing.  It wasn't stingy, which was a welcomed change after the cane.

He set that down and then said that he was going to spank hard, but only a few strikes with the next implement.  He said it was because it was going to be loud and others may hear.  He hit me with the bamboo message sticks.  They were loud  but they were my most favorite implement!  I think I began to moan and push my ass higher in the air, begging for more.  He hit as hard as he dared, and was very deliberate.  Oh, it felt like a cross between a gentile caning and a flogging.  It was amazing.  I would have been happy to have that beating on me for hours - hehe.

Sadly, I didn't get to feel the spanker.  I had been so excited to show Sir the charm (a "Q" can you believe it??)  on the slapper that I had laid it on my dresser after I opened it and forgot to lay it on the bed, so we didn't have a chance to try that one.  I can't wait to have a go with it as soon as Sir sees fit!  

Thank you, Thank you fondles and BIKSS for sending
us such amazing new toys for Sir and I to play with.
Thank you for my gift of pain!  

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bamboo massage stick, cane, proto-spanko, slapper