Its become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Leigh has been subject to a severe spanking the past three consecutive evenings, each session easily at least 30-45 minutes in duration. The first evening some innocent play ended up (pun intended) with her ass cherry red from my hands. Her head down, ass up sucking of my cock while both my hands blistering her arched, taut ass was a highlight.
The next evening, as she was otherwise occupied (let’s just say she had a mouthful) I slowly started working the one cheek of her sore backside I could reach. She surprised both of us with how violently it ended up (again). Balancing the pain by working the other cheek after a break was most fun in that she knew what was coming (I’m on a euphemism roll here). She took that one as well.
Which brings us to last night, which was a planned “practice session” with the newest additions to the toys – two antique wooden butter paddles of varying widths. There will be more about these coming up (did it again) in the next installment of BDSM On A Budget.
I entered the bedroom to the sight of her face down, ass up and exposed. Fuck! I decided that a warm up of some tip to balls fucking was a good idea, but of course s-l-o-w-l-y. She looked, sounded and felt exquisite just offering herself to my selfish whims.
Then the paddles.
These are a first for us, so a good deal of time was spent on where, how, velocity, etc. By the end of the evening I was in such a groove that the beat (I give up) coming from her bright red buttocks resembled a drum roll, a staccato, alternating CRACKSMACKCRACKSMACKCRACKSMACK rhythm filling the night air.
She was floating soooooooooooo high. Had the silliest grin on her face. This was my favorite part of the evening – holding her and stroking her hair and skin as she drifted aimlessly through subspace, awaiting her return. I knew this would lead to some serious fucking in that she gets extremely aroused by all of the attention directed to her throbbing ass.
Tonight I am giving her ass a break….maybe. Plans are to christen the new Gigi Brazilian waxer we invested in. She has been “letting the lawn go” for a week now to the requisite 1/4″ needed for the wax to do its job. You know why its called a Brazilian wax? Because it tears out about a brazillion hairs all at once. Front and back. Rrrrrrrrip!
Saturday evening will be something special. Restraint and leather tails will be involved.
I am SO proud of her. What a good girl she has been through all that has transpired so far. Her pain addiction is increasing, her threshold rising (as are parts of me). We are making progress in her transformation to a pain slut.
Much more to….
heh, well you know.