You know the adage, "Be careful what you wish for"? That is something I'm just slow to learn, I guess. On Saturday, I wrote and shared a new spanking story with Beloved (see comment).
Was I actually asking for something? um, yeah, probably. After reading it, Beloved gave me a choice...bring down the toybag, in which case he'd make me cry, or bring down his book, in which case we would curl up on the couch, snuggle, and have a quiet afternoon. In neither case was I going to get the things *I* wanted to accomplish done...cleaning, grocery shop, general household monotony. I agonized over the choice, I really did...but when I came back down the stairs, it was with the toybag. Surprise, surprise....
I knelt, facing away, as Beloved set up the scene. That was torment. And when he blindfolded me, cuffed me, and led me to the table, it was on the tip of my tongue to ask "Why...what have I done to deserve this?" I asked for it. I wanted it. It wasn't a punishment...it was a reward! *deep breath* Someday, maybe I'll get it. *rolls eyes* "Be careful what you wish for."
Beloved chained me bent over the pool table and spanked me hard, fast, good. If I were to guess, it was maybe a 20 minute scene, but stretched over the table, blindfolded, and having my ass thrashed, it seemed to last forever. He took me right to the edge, where my safeword was dancing in my head and I was begging, screaming him to stop, snot-faced and teary-eyed. My tears brought words of praise. My pleading that I could not take any more, Beloved softly reassured me that I could....would. That he was proud of me. That I was going a good job. At the end, I was actually terrified of the warm oil from the body candle...that is how raw I felt...but of course, I was restrained and had no real say in the matter...and after the initial HOT, it was soothing and wonderful and I loved it...
The next morning, I sported two small welts and a light bruise, but nothing worse than that. And two days later, I really feel nothing at all. In fact, when I checked my e-mail, I found something that forced me to write, because you'd think I'd learned to "be careful what you wish for."
But no. I wanna go to the Spank Festival in Wisconsin in June. The simple fact that I have friends among those presenting is just too cool. The idea of going camping? Oh yeah! A weekend of BDSM play? *mumbles something unintelligible*
"Be careful what you wish for."
I mentioned I'd written another story...It's a bit of a hobby. I like to write erotica.
ReplyDeleteNot that it's a big deal, but I don't really want this blog to become my story-site. I have one of those over on LJ. It's friends only, but if you'd like to read more, e-mail me with your LJ screen name and I can add you to my friends' list.